#but I'm okay with this its good enough for me💚💚

[bitchimasnake-sss]

Sleep nonnie again. Is it okay if I go by 🦊🌲 its easier.

Anyways I think it would be a funny scenario if you suggest to the op boys to keep their hands warm by putting them between your thighs. I know some boys would just get a heart attack if you suggest that and get a cute blush

say whAT NOW?? NONNIE HELLO AND WELCOME BACK!! (dm me so that we can be friends ur fic ideas are so out of pocket i love it); also, gonna add ace cause i see many ace thirsties out there ;)

let me warm you up ft. the monster trio//ace!

luffy:

💗when he agreed to this, he didn't know just what kind of uncharted territory he was entering. he was simply not prepared. you had given him such a soft smile, taking his hands into yours as gingerly, "luff, are you cold?" he had nodded a mindless yes because you were crossing a terribly cold patch of the sea and his hands were freezing. but then held his hand a bit tighter and whispered, "i can warm them up for you. if you like?" he was too drunk on the idea to see the mischievous glint in your eyes and the way you spurred him on with your honey-like voice.

💗so now, he sat in front of you, eyes blown wide and lips trembling as his hands rested between your plush thighs. you had squeezed your thighs shut around his restless hands, claiming that it'll get him warm in little to no time. but god, this was hard (much like something else) and he was trying his best to keep his fingers still and not do anything hasty, like digging it into your soft flesh and relishing in the way your body molded to his touches. or by trailing his hand a bit upwards and seeing the way you react. 💗"luffy??" you called out and captain shook his head as he crawled out of that daze like state, "y-yeah?" "you okay?" you mumbled, voice far too gentle. you fucking minx. "you seem like you're losing your mind." good catch! because he was. luffy abruptly pulled his hands backwards lest he do something that truly made him lose his sanity. he scrambled off of your bed, heading out the door into the chilly deck in long, skitterish steps. "where ya going?" you called after him but he rushed out, yelling after himself, "JUST GONNA WARM UP WITH USSOP INSTEAD BYE" did ussop have better thighs than you? you may never know.

zoro:

💚zoro was very stupid, very. he was not the smartest tool in the shed when it came to love or crushes or dating or cooking food or social cues or emotional intelligence or— i should stop before this turns into zoro slander [i promise i love him]. but now, the bounty hunter sat with his face flushed and hands tucked between your soft, malleable thighs. he was smarter than this, truly. he knew that when you suggested that he looked cold and you can warm him up, he was supposed to say "fuck no, get out." because having a crush on you was embarrassing enough on it's own. but you had given him such a gut-wrenching, pleading look. your eyes saddened and your lips fell into a pout and oh god, what was he, if not the man who would let you ruin him? 💚ever since he was a child, zoro had always known that he would die a noble swordman's death. he would die fighting, brave, courageous, unafraid. now, he was sure he'd die from the way you squirmed and pressed your thighs shut. "quit movin'" he grunted, looking away from you as your stared at him. but you tucked your arms against your chest and the soft swell of your tits fell forward towards him so deliciously. he must have lost focus and let his gaze travel against your body cause you coughed, drawing his attention back to your face, "quit starin'." he pulled his hands back, ears going red and heart faltering. he should really stop before he gave into the temptations and pinned you to the mattress to— his voice pitched up, "i-i'm going back to my room, bye." "zoro?!" you called after the swordsman as he ran out, "BUT THIS IS YOUR ROOM, WHERE ARE YOU GOING??" [spoiler: he went to chopper and crushed herbs to make medicine. he wanted to get rid of some of that tension but he failed. because he put the pressure too hard and the china dish in which he was crushing the leafy herbs broke, and now chopper was hitting him square in his head, talking about how important it was to be precise in medicine and how zoro will never make a good doctor. "stop hitting me— OW" "what KIND OF A DOCTOR ARE YOU?" "IM A SWORDSMAN!" "YEAH CAUSE YOU CANNOT BE A DOCTOR!"]

sanji:

💙breath in, breathe out. breathe in, breathe out. breath in, breath out— "sanji?" you asked, a tinge of worry at his almost fainting figure, "are you okay?!" "my love, darling, sugar pie—" the man caught his tongue between his teeth, trying to stop his head from spinning. the floor seem to sway under him, the lights seemed too bright. was he flying or was it the blood rush?? "what did you just ask me?" you look down at the kitchen floor, mumbling with a bashful smile, "if your hands are cold...i can warm them up." his heart quickened as did his fingers. he chopped the bell pepper so hastily that you were sure you saw sparks flying. "and how would you do that?" "you can keep them between my thighs, if you like?" you looked up, "OH MY GOD SANJI YOUR NOSE—" 💙i hate to cut the story short but sanji 100% fainted and you had to catch him before he fell face-forward into the pot with boiling water on the stove. sorry, he gets no bitches :( but you did look after him on the bedside and let him eventually touch your thighs so... idk, a win is a win!!! ["so, is he like dead?" zoro had asked, uninterested, as you hauled the cook's figure outside the kitchen. you were dragging him to his room as the rest of the crew trailed you. they had heard your shriek and came spilling into the kitchen to see what the fuss was about. "did you give him a hug?" nami asked, amused. "hug's too much." ussop snickered, "she probably smiled at him." sanji whipped his head dangerously to glare at them, "i can hear you. and i will be poisoning your food." he looked back at you, "oh don't you worry, im still fainted." he closed his eyes, letting his forehead fall on your shoulder. you smiled to yourself, making a note to warm him up later]

ace:

🧡truthfully, how do you ask a man made of literal fire if you can "warm him up"??? you must have not thought you plan through because you had stood in his room a bit tipsy, locked the door behind you and asked a boy [who was always shirtless cause he was so warm] that question. "huh?" ace's eyes widened in pleasant surprise. he stood up to walk towards you, "what is that about? you wanna warm me up?" "NO!" you bit your cheek when you realized the implications of your words, "i was joking, obviously." "awh, i do love when you humor me." he quipped, "it's kinda cute." "shut up." you glared at him but he gave you an earnest smile back, "if you're cold, you could have just told me." he set his finger ablaze, acting suave, "see, i can warm you up." "you wanna set me on fire?" you seethed. "no?!" "why did you light your fingers on fire?!" "YOU ASKED A MAN MADE OF FIRE IF YOU CAN WARM HIM UP? DONT ASK ME QUESTIONS?!" "i'm drunk" you mumbled. after a beat you looked down at the floor, "and... i'm kinda cold." portagas d. ace just smiled, shrugging in mock nonchalance, "we can cuddle, if you like. i've been told i'm a pretty great heater." you laughed, "hah, hotshot." ace gave you a wicked grin, "how drunk are you?" "not nearly enough." just saying, portagas d ace was better than just a "pretty great heater." he was a pretty great fu-

a/n: i love writing stupid things so much. it makes me so happy because i'm a stupid little girl giggling and typing on her laptop when she should be doing work. tagging the ever lovelies: @bokutosbiceps (resident luffy enjoyer) and @help-i-lost-my-sock (resident ace enjoyer). if you wanna be added to the tag list, please let me know (//tell me your preferences and i'd tag you in those fics)!

[linkswife]

A forehead kiss a day, keeps the sadge away.

[teacheesee]

Hi you, I'm writing to you from Belgium! Thank you so much for your work, omg I love your writing so much!!! (you managed to make me get SICK butterflies in my stomach on your fiction "i am your singer" -smut LMAO-)

I'd like to suggest a story idea for zoro, I dreamt about him yesterday and in my dream he always found an excuse to get into the rooms I was in (very often the bathroom… While I was showering of course…) (example: it's dinner time // we're looking for you everywhere, I wanted to make sure you were okay…) Would you be willing to smut this dream into reality? 💚

(of course, it's a proposal, you're free to choose! Thank you so much for reading! 🥰)

don’t bother knocking - zoro x reader nsfw

hiiiii tysm for the request this is lowkey one of my fav pieces for this blog yet lol. enjoy!!

warnings: oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, fem bodied reader, no pronouns used

1.6k words

You ran your hands through your hair, making sure all of the soap had been wrung out. Ears blocked by water, you nearly missed the squeak of the door hinge as it opened. Sticking your head out of the shower, you saw Zoro, leaning against the counter.

“Can I help you?” You drew back into the water.

“No,” he hummed, “Just wanted to let you know that dinner’s ready.”

“Alright, yeah, I’ll be out in a minute! Don’t let them all wait up for me, alright?”

He grunted in response, and it took a few more seconds for you to hear the door open and close again.

Weird. Whatever. You stepped out of the shower, spotting wet footprints across the bathmat as you dried yourself off.

Zoro’s been acting this way lately. Always seeming to be where you want to go. Always showing up where you are. You try not to read too much into stuff with Zoro, maybe it’s just his way of trying to be closer friends with you. He’s got so many lofty aspirations that it’s hard for you to justify what your heart wants and what the crew already sees unfolding: Zoro’s got a thing for you. He just doesn’t know how to show it.

You towel off your hair and make your way to the kitchen, where you take your seat next to Zoro. Luffy is lunging for everyone’s plates although they’re all almost done eating, Zoro included. You sigh as you start to eat, relishing in the taste of Sanji’s perfect meal, and you rest your head on your hand as you start to pick at the plate. Distracted by the dinner, you don’t notice how close your arm on the table has gotten to Zoro’s. The heat of the shower is radiating off of your skin and onto his, and the hair on his arms raises. He fights the blush that settles on his ears, making no effort to pull away from your touch.

He stays there long after he’s finished eating.

The knock on your door is most unexpected, at this hour. You get out of your bed, setting down the book you’d been reading, and peek through the sliver of the door. When you see who it is, you open it wider.

“Oh hey, what’s up?” Zoro avoids your gaze a bit. Not completely, just enough to notice. He shrugs.

“Was bored. Mind if I hang out with you?”

You lick your lips. Zoro notices.

“Yeah, come on in, I was just reading,” you back away from the door and fall back into place on your bed. Picking up your book, Zoro sits on the side of your bed.

“What’s this about?” You take the book from him and set it down on your nightstand.

“I don’t really know yet, just started it tonight. But the cover is pretty so that means its gotta be good,” you laugh.

“Pretty sure there’s a phrase advising directly against that way of thinking but whatever,” Zoro mutters. You lean against the headboard as you laugh.

“Right, yeah, ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’, well I happen to find that is the best method to finding anything good.”

“Is that right?” Zoro inches unperceptively closer to you, the arm bracing himself now over your legs.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Zoro licks his lips. You notice.

“What have you been doing hanging out with me so much? What’s the angle?”

“No angle.”

“No angle?”

“Maybe there’s an angle,” he smiles. His eyes dart down to your lips for a fraction of a second, but long enough to ignite a heat that’s started to burn in your stomach. Maybe, you realize, it’s been burning for a while now.

Zoro’s grown closer to you now, something you both realize. But the realization doesn’t make you pull away, not now that he’s got a hand cupping your jaw and tilting your face as if he’s practiced it a thousand times, just for this. Just for you.

You eyes close slowly as you feel the touch of warm, chapped, rough lips ghost your own. It’s as if he’s afraid to push too hard, to break a spell or scare you off, he touches you so dearly. The kiss deepens slightly, but never in a rough way, no, Zoro’s staked so much on this moment to ever make any motion that might scare you off.

You pull away, a giddy laugh making it’s way past your lips. Zoro searches your eyes for any trace of doubt or unrequited emotion, but he doesn’t find it. And he can’t help but catch that infectious laugh, that smile that cracks across your face with such abandon that it takes all of his efforts to not let it consume the entirety of his soul. It does anyway. You lean back up and let Zoro follow you down to where you sat against the headboard, and he moved to straddle you, running a hand through your hair and gently holding by the roots, committing all of these feelings to memory. He’s waited long enough to feel you, and now that he’s got you in his hands, he wants nothing more than to break down every wall you’ve built around yourself, to touch your skin, to sink into you.

He sinks his teeth, experimentally, into you. Not to damage, but to be able to look back tomorrow at breakfast and know that it wasn’t all a dream. Your fingers make his earrings clink as you run a thumb over them, tugging his ear close to your mouth.

“You wanna?” You whisper, the soft smile you’re wearing evident in your cadence.

“If you’ll let me,” he answers, trying not to give himself away. He does anyways. His hands, antsy to roam, have made their way down to your pajama pants and make a move to tug, but you pull away.

“Me first.”

You move to the floor, and Zoro’s hand flies to your nape, not wanting to lose touch with you for a second. His pants have pooled near you on the floor, and with it come his boxers. You lick your lips. And boy, does he notice.

The grip he has on your hair tightens, but is never harsh. Never with you. Even as your lips and tongue start to envelop and swirl around the tip of his dick. Never harsh. Even when his other hand clenches tightly into the mattress. Even as you take him further, noting every vein present and pulsing under your administrations. Even as he fights the urge to tell you every thought he’s ever had about you. Never harsh. Even when his hand leaves your hair to wipe tears brimming at your eyes, he does it with such tenderness that you start to question if the tears are from the gag at all.

Zoro pulls away from you, clearly a motion of great strain, and he pulls you back up to the bed, where you finally kick off those damn pajama pants. Laying down, Zoro’s eyes ask an unspoken affirmation from you, as his fingers hook around the edges of your underwear. You nod, and the haste of which he pulls them down makes you laugh. His lips are back on yours, tasting your laughter, until he pulls away to cup a hand on your cheek, slipping his thumb into your mouth, greeted by an unexpecting hum. He draws it out of your mouth with a pop, and brings it down to your center, dragging it across your folds, holding you open. You take in a sharp inhale as he rubs his thumb across your clit in circular, steady motions. He smiles, watching as you start to clench around nothing, and all for him. His lips are back on your neck, kissing further down until they ghost over your chest, pause, and continue kissing over the cloth of your shirt. Your back arches towards his warm breath, the fire in your stomach reaching a blaze. Your hands are all over his back as he continues to work you open, steadily puting more pressure on your nerves. You groan at the feeling, impatience starting to wear you down.

Zoro hears the quickening of your breath, and decides to sink a finger into you, working it around to get you adjusted. You huff in exasperation as he pulls away, only long enough to get himself settled towards you. His hand is above your head as he angles himself, dragging his dick along your folds. You groan in unison as you feel each other’s warmth, the culmination of all this waiting paying off after all these years. He sinks in, slightly, not so much to satiate you by any means, no, but it’s enough to get you adjusted.

Zoro takes a deep breath, and lets it go as he slides fully, sheathed impossibly tight within you.

You take a deep breath, and you let it go as you’re filled, depths reached.

“Good?”

“Good.”

With your affirmation, he moves, slowly at first, and then picking up the pace. But never harsh, never abrasive.

Not tonight.

There will be other nights, nights with less on the line, where Zoro will allow himself to tear into you, to deny and restrain you, but not tonight.

Tonight, Zoro focuses on loving you, which comes easily, given that it seems as he was born to do just that.

_____

The warmth of the hot water soothes your legs as you bend down to turn the shower off. The cool air of the night hits you as you step out of the shower, not surprised to see Zoro leaning against the counter. He watches as you wrap the towel around yourself.

“Can I help you?” You muse, tucking the towel in and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He smiles at you, resting his hands on your waist.

“Nope,” he presses a kiss onto your lips, “no angle here.”

a/n: hey everypony mwahahaha almost got carried away w this one it’s like one billion words. anyways school is still kicking my ass. sorry responding to this took so long!! hope everyone has a good day and eats good food! okay bye kitties meow

[ki-yomii]

i'm thinking about you | myg

➥ pairing | min yoongi x f!reader

➥ word count | 2.2k

➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, sugadaddy!yoongi, sugarbaby!reader, mild daddy kink, teasing, against the window, confessions, begging, pet names, gentle dom!yoongi, feelings

➥ summary | “You got all dressed up and pretty for me? Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”

➥ notes | 🫡 i too would like to sue min yoongi. i left this pretty ambiguous as to what it is yoongi does for a living so imagine whatever you like (canon, ceo, etc).

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Tucked away in a Seoul high rise, you stand before a wall of windows and watch the bustling nightlife down below; the hazy glimmer of neon lights entrancing as people move from bar to bar in dense groups.

So high up, nearly touching the clouds themselves, it feels like a completely different world. The ground below so small and insignificant as your thoughts drown in nostalgia and fancy French wine (from a brand you can’t even pronounce).

You tried the robust blend several months ago on an outing to one of the exclusive restaurants around town, and promptly fallen in love with its sweetness.

You figured it would be a once in a lifetime try - one you’d remember fondly years later - only to be surprised as Yoongi bought out the winery as a belated birthday present.

Now there’s always a bottle ready and waiting in his apartment for whenever you visit. In fact, Yoongi plans on taking you to visit the French countryside sometime soon, take you on a tour of the vineyards and let you sample the lush grapes straight from the vine for yourself…

All because you mentioned liking it in passing when he asked.

He certainly knows how to make you feel special - money no object when compared to your heart’s desire.

When you first started this relationship, you were only expecting it to last for a few months, just long enough to catch up on your debts.

Now it’s going on two years and you couldn’t be happier albeit slightly disappointed it hasn’t progressed to more. But you’ll take what you can get.

After all, Yoongi’s been so good to you - for you.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding.”

You hum, taking another slow sip of your wine as broad palms slide over your hips. Fingertips brush the tops of your thighs, tease at the silk of your dress.

“I wasn’t hiding, you’re just bad at looking,” you say with a grin, “think you might need to get your eyes checked, Grandpa.”

Yoongi snorts, his breath puffing across the sensitive skin of your throat. “You’re such a brat sometimes, you know that?” He drags his nose along the curve of your shoulder, inhaling deep. “Fuck, you smell good. The Valentino?”

“Mhm,” you reply, hiding your smile behind the rim of your wine glass. “And it’s okay, isn’t it? Because I’m your brat.”

Before he can snark back, you offer up more of your neck and grind back into his hips, luxuriating in the low moan that vibrates through his chest, and the twitch of his cock against the soft fat of your ass. 

Hands clamp down on your waist, tugging you more firmly against his chest and Yoongi growls. You shiver from the sting of his teeth nipping at your earlobe.

“Careful, baby,” he warns, voice full of smoke and whiskey, “Don’t start something if you can’t keep up.”

“Don’t you like it though?”

You pout, rolling your head back onto his shoulder to gaze at the sharp lines of his profile. Your eyes greedily track the flutter of his lashes, the swipe of his tongue across his plush lips.

“I thought you would.”

Yoongi chuckles, the sound low and husky where its smothered in the curve of your shoulder. “Such a smart girl. You’re right,” he peppers kisses up the side of your throat, “I do love it.”

You hum, eyes closing as the world spins softly.

Your head is pleasantly fuzzy, the expensive scent of his cologne pleasant and clouding your thoughts with every inhale. The stem of the wine glass rolls between your fingers, the glass long since empty.

“Hn, now that’s interesting. What’s this, baby?”

Broad palms inch the hem of your dress up until the fabric pulls taut around your hips, cool air teasing over the soaked lace between your thighs. The lingerie you chose for tonight is on full display, tiny and sheer; barely covering your mound. 

“You got all dressed up and pretty for me? Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”

“Yes,” you breathe, “all for you.”

Teeth nip at the corner of your jaw as Yoongi grabs the empty glass from you, and sets it on the table. You watch in the glass as the dark blur of his reflection shifts behind you, before a strong forearm hooks over your hip and a broad hand dips down between your thighs.

“Mhm, that’s right. You’re my gorgeous girl,” Yoongi says, his voice rumbling against your ear. “Aren’t you?”

Fingertips sneak beneath the lace, the back of his hand stretching out the waistband as he slips into your panties and brushes over the hood of your swollen clit.

You’re so wet, he glides over the top of your slit nice and smooth, the callouses providing rough friction to slippery, delicate flesh.

Pleasure hooks behind your navel, and your gut clenches hotly. You shudder, your shoulders curling in on yourself as you whine, “Y-Yoongi!”

He tsks, using the ball of his thumb to grind down on your clit harshly, “You know better than that. What do you call me when we’re like this, baby?”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, your hips trying to jerk away from the uncomfortable pressure.

“’m sorry,” you mumble, nibbling at your bottom lip, “’m sorry, Daddy.”

Yoongi rumbles in approval, his touch softening until he’s gently stroking back the hood and gliding down to rub along your folds. “Good girl.”

The praise shoots through you, makes you widen your stance and rock back against his growing erection. Your ass cradles his cock, and you feel him twitch as the soft cut of his suit drags over your bare skin.

“Shit, you’re so wet already.”

There’s no doubt you’re leaving a damp patch on the crotch of Yoongi’s expensive slacks, but between the talented flicks of his fingers and the rolling thrusts of his hips, you’re beyond the point of caring.

If anything, you know the evidence of how soaked he gets you riles him up even more. He loves when you’re wet and messy.

“So fucking perfect for me,” Yoongi husks, “Can’t wait to feel this pretty little pussy gushing around my cock.”

You squirm, arch your back. “Please,” you say, “Want it so bad.” It’d be a lie if you said you haven’t been wet for hours, thinking of all the wicked things you’d do tonight. Yoongi’s been on a trip overseas, and video calls can only satisfy you so much. You’ve missed being with him in person, being pampered and loved so sweetly.

Not even several months ago, you were surviving on a diet of ramen, and string cheese. You lived in a shitty apartment with three other girls, and nearly all of your money went towards bills.

Living paycheck to paycheck, you were surviving - and barely at that. Everything you did revolved around how much it cost, if you could afford it, if you wanted food or fun.

More often than not… you couldn’t, so you went without.

Now finances are an abstract concept.

There’s new designer dresses for every day of the week, shopping trips to Myeong-dong, tiny entrees that cost more than a month’s rent, and a beautiful Seoul apartment you share with a man that utterly loves to dote on you.

Min Yoongi is, without a doubt, one of the most selfless, magnetic people you’ve ever met. And you adore him for all those reasons and a million more.

“Please.”

The pleasure all at once too much and not enough. Your pussy aches, swollen and tender. You’ve gotten so used to cumming on Yoongi’s cock that without it, it’s hopeless to try - left clinging to the edge by your fingernails.

“I need - I can’t -”

“Shh, it’s alright.” A chuckle, low and dark with satisfaction sounds close to your ear. “I never said you couldn’t cum, so go ahead.”

“No, I can’t! Need you, Daddy.”

“Mm, I didn’t hear you. Come on, tell me what you need, pretty girl.”

“H-hah, want your cock. Shit, please, please, please. Give it to me.”

At your response, Yoongi retreats.

The loss cuts through you, your pussy throbbing in time with your heartbeat. Slick soaks your shaking thighs, and your knees wobble. You wouldn’t be surprised if you’re making a mess on the hardwood. Normally, you can’t control yourselves once you get your hands on each other. Whether it’s because of the time you were apart or something else, this teasing is exquisite torture.

You don’t know how to handle it - have never had to before. Yoongi’s very giving, and while he’s made you work for it before, he’s never made you beg - not like this. ”No, no, no!” You protest, squirming in the arms caging you against the window, trying to wiggle him back to where you want him. “Please…”

“Are you saying my fingers aren’t enough for you?”

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Yoongi - Daddy - please,” you grab one of his hands and shove it between your thighs, “feel how wet you make me. I love your fingers but I wanna cum on your cock. It’s been so long...”

Groaning, the man presses a kiss to your temple, “Shit, I missed this. Missed the way your sloppy little pussy feels around my cock.” Before you can share the sentiment, his hands disappear and the sound of a zipper comes from behind. Anticipation swells, stoking the embers of your desire.

A palm plants itself between your shoulders. It presses down, and you go with the movement, cheek coming to rest against the chilly glass of the window as Yoongi bends you over.

He rubs a thumb along the length of your neck, peppering the exposed skin with kisses. You shiver, the points of contact prickling with awareness.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes, “and I’m gonna show you just how much I missed you. Ready baby?”

You nod, not trusting your ability to speak, and then your panties are tucked to the side once more.

He’s suddenly right there and you lose your ability to breathe. He works the fat head of his cock into you inch by inch until he’s seated deep inside.

You both release held breathes with a moan.

Your hands slap the glass, fingers scrabbling for purchase, weak-kneed. You’re so full of him. The burn of the stretch adds to the pleasure coursing through you.

Yoongi’s no better.

Hands knead your ass as his body shakes with restraint. He does his best to give you time to reacquaint yourself with his size but even he can’t stop the tiny flexes of his hips.

A bitten off, wounded sounds escapes him when you unconsciously clench down, walls milking his shaft.

“Fuck baby, you can’t do that, I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Daddy, please, I want it,” you whine, tentatively rocking back into the cradle of his body. “I can take it. Promise.”

Yoongi closes his eyes and grits his teeth. “Baby…”

“Come on, Daddy, give it to me.”

Another clench has his restraint snapping. He kicks your feet apart. Hands like steel bands lock around your hips, strong fingers grabbing hold and jerking you back onto his cock.

He sinks deeper into you with the movement, every possible inch buried inside.

He groans, low and filthy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whimper.

“Just remember you asked for it, baby,” he grunts. “Now hold on cause I’m not stopping even if you cry.”

He sets a brutal pace, hips rutting forward without mercy. All you can do is hold on for the ride, trapped between the hardness of his body and the smooth glass that’s quickly becoming foggy and smeared with condensation.

The lights of the city glitter like stars in your eyes as Yoongi takes you apart piece by piece, the sloppy sound of him fucking you fast and hard, his deep moans and your breathy sighs echoing through the apartment.

“Hng, not gonna last long,” he says through a grunt, his head dropping between your shoulders with a pant. Even so, his hips never miss a beat. “Gonna cum.”

“M-Me too.”

Every throb has your toes curling. Your head goes fuzzy, the insides of your thighs wet with slick. You’re in a tailspin, headed right for the peak.

Yoongi groans, “Fuck, I love you.”

The confession has your eyes snapping open and cumming unexpectedly hard. You shatter, body tensing up, mind going blank.

The revelation of Yoongi’s words float at the edge of your consciousness. You’re vaguely aware of a blooming warmth, and cum dripping down the backs of your thighs when he pulls out. The world is hazy as you slump against the window like a doll whose strings have been cut, forehead resting against the cool surface.

Yoongi is plastered against your back, chin hooked over your shoulder. His breath fogs up the glass beside your face.

“You don’t have to say it back..” He presses a kiss to the jut of your cheekbone. “I don’t want you to say it unless you mean it.”

Your eyes crack open, and you meet his gaze in the reflection. A small smile curves up the corners of your lips, and you stroke the likeness of his cheek in the glass.

Your gaze is fond when you reply, “Love you too, Yoongi.”

[michelleleewise]

Hello michelle!!! For the sake of privacy you may call me Sage, but I love your work and I wanted to make a request for a fic. Completely okay if you're not up to it though. Don't stress yourself :)))

Here are a few points you can keep in mind while writing, the rest is totally up to you <3

¤ Loki and Reader have been sworn enemies ever since he came to the tower

¤ They 'hate' eachother but sometimes end up accidentally flirting

¤ Reader ignores the feels and gets with another person, much to the dislike of Loki and we get some jealousy scenes (if possible)

¤ Something happens with reader's,now ex, partner (cheating or sum) and loki unknowingly pokes fun at their relationship which causes reader to burst into tears. Loki's demeanor completely changes once he sees her current state and he becomes all soft and fluffy and calms reader down

¤ happy endings with confessions

TYYYY, ONCE AGAIN, LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK 🥰

Hiiiii Sage!!!! Sorry this took a minute to get to!!! Thank you so much for sending this to me!! I absolutely love enemies to lovers🥰, this got a bit away from me and grew a mind of its own...I hope you don't mind!! I hope you like it!! 💚💚💚

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I Hate You

Pairing: Avenger Loki x Avenger female reader

Warnings: self esteem issues, sexual innuendo, flirting, kissing, y/n's bf being a total ass, swearing, mentions of injury (not very graphic), mean Loki, insults, mentions of cheating (not Loki), crying, throwing things, yelling, jealousy, I think that's it....let me know if I missed something......

Summary: y/n and Loki have "hated eachother almost since he arrived back on earth....but are things as they seem.....

A/n- aahhh!! Again....this totally ran away with me!!! Sorry!!! (Or am i?.....hehe) aaaand a new pic! 😁 a very very special Thank you to @mochie85 and @high-functioning-lokipath for helping me work part my writers block and brainstorming with me! Your amazing!!! 💚💚💚

You walked into the training room, setting your towel and water bottle down you made your way over to the mats, spreading your feet apart you bent over touching your toes standing back up you reached up to the ceiling before bending back over when you heard an all too familiar voice behind you "now that is a view I could get used to." He purred making you roll your eyes. You stood up turning your head to see the last person you wanted to "in your dreams Laufeyson." You sneered continuing your stretching "and who says I don't darling." He said slowly circling you "but in my experience, dreams are never as good as...reality." He said coming to stand in front of you. "Dont you have anything better to do....or anyone?" You snarked straightening out seeing a smirk spread across his face "is that an offer darling?" He asked taking a step closer "your disgusting" you said pushing past him heading towards the sparring mats.

"Come now darling, do you mean to tell me you haven't thought about it?" He asked quickly trailing behind as you stopped in the middle of the mat "I swear to God.." you sighed, freezing feeling Loki's warm breath on your neck "mmm I would allow that..." he breathed against your ear "in fact...I would expect it...demand it..." he whispered stepping close enough you could feel the heat from his chest seeping into your back "I would hear you screaming my name...and only my name...for all to hear." He continued, closing your eyes you felt him trailing his finger up your bare arm sending a shiver up your spine "but only if you were a good girl." He cooed nudging the shell of your ear with his nose "do you wish to be my good girl kitten?" He whispered, your breath hitching feeling his fingers slip under the strap of your tank top.

"can you picture it? I'm sure you have... Me taking you as you deserve to be...thoroughly..." he said shifting to your other ear "completely...your delicate walls clenching around me." He said, His words shooting straight to your core making you squeeze your thighs together. He huffed a laugh in your ear as his fingers traveled down towards the swell of your breasts "I know I can...and it is delightful." He said rubbing his nose along your ear "i...I hate you Loki." You gritted hearing him laugh again "mmm do you? Because your body tells a different story." He said tilting his head up "I can smell you kitten." He barely whispered, his lips ghosting your ear when your eyes shot open.

You quickly turned placing your hands on his chest shoving as hard as you could but barely moving him "oh dear...have I hit a nerve?" He laughed smiling at you. "I can't stand you." You growled watching him shake his head "you are incredibly pent up, I could help you release some of that...tension." He said taking a step closer "hate sex can be very...satisfying." He said, his smile spreading wider. God you wanted to punch him in his stupidly beautiful face. "Look Loki. I..." you were cut off as Steve walked in "y/n, can I have a word?" He asked making you sigh "uh oh...someones in trouble." Loki mocked laughing "you better run along kitten before you get put in time out." He snarked turning around. It took everything in you not to kick him in the back of the knee "now y/n." Steve said making you sigh. "Coming." You called out seeing Loki turn his head and wink as you walked over to Steve.

"What's up Steve?" You asked crossing your arms "walk with me." He said turning and walking out into the hallway as you followed behind him "we're getting a new member to the team, Jason." Steve said handing you a small file "I want you to be his go to on day to day things, showing him around, teaching him the ropes." He said as you nodded "he'll be reporting tomorrow so meet me at fury's office at six am sharp." He said turning continuing down the hall. You leaned against the wall flipping through the file "Jason eh?" Loki's voice sounded from behind you "can't you ever mind your own business?" You snarked quickly closing the file "now what kind of partner would I be if I didn't care hmm?" He asked crossing his arms

"do you try to be this insufferable or is it just your personality?" You asked turning to look at him "bit of both really." He snarked back "i do love to see how red your cheeks can get." He smirked down at you. "God I hate you." You sighed turning to head down the hall "oh I know." He called from behind you. Shaking your head you headed to your room, closing the door behind you you sat on the bed closing your eyes. "Dammit!" You yelled clenching your fists. You tried not to let him get to you, to goad you...but he always seemed to find a way to get a rise out of you and you hated it. You flopped back on the bed staring at the ceiling, if you were honest with yourself you didn't hate Loki...quite the opposite, but he had squashed any chance of anything ever happening between you practically as soon as he arrived. You took a deep breath, thinking back to that day.

You walked into the large ballroom, biting your lip you looked around the large crowd trying to find the one man you were here for. "Who is that gorgeous woman?" Nat asked coming up next to you "i...thanks nat." You smiled looking down "He would be an idiot to turn you down, now go get em tiger." She smiled nudging your side. You nodded as you set off on your mission, you wrung your hands together when you heard Thor's laugh booming through the room. You walked towards the blonde god when something caught your attention out of the corner of you eye. You glanced over seeing the God you were after walking out onto the balcony. "There you are." You said to yourself, smoothing your dress you followed behind him.

stepping out onto the balcony you saw Loki standing at the balustrade, his tall lithe frame clothed perfectly in his all black suit, hugging every curve of him to perfection as he sipped from his champagne glass. You opened your mouth to say something when another voice sounded from the shadows "I think she's going to ask you out." You heard, seeing Bucky step up next to him when you heard Loki laugh "please, me...go out with her?" Loki asked shaking his head "come on, y/n's a nice girl." Bucky said looking to Loki "she is insignificant...a weak pathetic little thing." He sneered looking out into the city "the day I do anything with her is the day I've lost my mind." He said sipping from his glass again.

You felt the tears prickling your eyes, closing them you shook your head when you heard your name "y/n? Are you ok?" Bucky asked as you looked up, your eyes meeting Loki's when you felt a tear stream down your cheek. "I...yes I'm fine...never better." You said quickly wiping your cheek you raised your chin "I think I need a drink." You said quickly turning back towards the doors "y/n...may I have a word?" You heard Loki's voice making you freeze. Everything he just said running through your mind "no Loki, you can't." You said turning your head to look at him "in fact, never speak to me again...Laufeyson." you sneered gritting your teeth when you saw something you couldn't describe flash in his eyes "very well." He said looking down to his feet as you turned and went back to the party.

You sighed at the memory, it had been two years since you had your dreams crushed, two years since you cursed Tony's existence when he decided to make you Loki's permanent partner on missions "but you guys work so well together." He had said making you want to punch him, two years you watched the man you had fallen for flirt with everyone but you. You rolled over looking at the clock you saw it was getting late so you decided to try to get some sleep before your new babysitting job started tomorrow.

You walked into the kitchen, setting your purse down you opened the fridge grabbing a bottle of water when the bane of your existence strolled in "well well, where are we off to?" Loki asked leaning on the counter "none of your damn business Laufeyson." You said turning to see your tormentor smiling at you "let me guess...date with the little boy?" He snarked walking around the counter "his name Is Jason, and your one to talk." You snarked back adjusting your low cut black maxi dress. "You know what y/n, you couldn't handle a real man." He said stalking closer to you making your eyes shoot up "and you have the emotional intelligence of a cucumber." You said matching his step "so why don't you run along to the bar and pick up one of your bleach blonde bimbos because that's the only woman who could tolerate you." You snarled as you came toe to toe with eachother

"atleast they would be able to satisfy me." He snarled towering over you "you wouldn't know how to properly service a man if you had a manual." He said smirking. Feeling your face heat up you raised up on your toes, even in your heels he loomed over you "you have no idea what I'm capable of...laufeyson." you said smirking back at him "you wouldn't even remember your own name when I was through with you." You said leaning closer, your chest brushing his, the cut of your dress pushing your cleavage up you saw his eyes quickly glance down before shooting back up "I would make you come so hard the only thing you would remember Is me." You whispered, smiling seeing his cheeks flush and his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. "Hey babe, you ready?" You heard behind you, turning your head seeing Jason adjusting his tie "coming love." You said taking a step back from Loki you grabbed your purse turning to Jason "happy six months love." You said wrapping your arms around his neck smiling up at him, he was taller then you but considerably shorter then Loki "happy six months babe." He smiled back leaning down he gently pressed his lips to yours, feeling Loki's gaze on your back you tilted your head deepening the kiss hearing a low groan from behind you.

"Must you make such a display in a public area, I may lose my dinner." Loki snarked. You pulled back looking over seeing his eyebrows furrowed and his arms crossed "have fun with your hand tonight laufeyson." You said grabbing Jason's hand you pulled him behind you "night Loki." You heard Jason say but got no response "ignore him, He's just mad someone dropped a house on his sister." You said hearing Jason laugh you stopped and turned seeing Loki place his hands on the counter leaning forward shaking his head, his eyes screwed shut as he sighed. Maybe I went too far you thought when Jason tugged your hand "come on babe, we have reservations." He said as you nodded and followed behind him.

You couldn't get loki out of your head the rest of the night. Yes you bickered back and forth, but you don't remember seeing him look so defeated before. "Babe..." Jason said pulling you from your thoughts "yes...sorry I was lost in thought." You said looking over to him "its ok, I was gonna ask..." he started when you made it to your door "I heard what you said...to Loki." He said wiggling his eyebrows "oh! That...I was just trying to get back at him." You laughed looking down to your feet "well, I was thinking...we've been dating six months." He said as you nodded "and I was wondering if maybe....tonight we could...." he trailed off waving his hand in the air.

"Oh...umm..." you started, biting your lip when he stepped closer sliding a hand around your side "I wouldn't mind forgetting my name." He smiled when you placed a hand on his chest "I'm just...I don't think im ready yet." You smiled up at him seeing his face drop "well when do you think you will be?" He asked taking a step back as his hand dropped "I don't know. I just..." you shrugged looking down "I'll tell you as soon as I am." You said watching him nod "ok, goodnight y/n" He said leaning down kissing your forehead "Goodnight jason." You said opening your door slipping inside you quietly closed it behind you, pressing your back to the door closing your eyes, Jason's disappointed expression running through your mind.

You walked towards the bedroom slipping your heels off you flopped on the bed. It wasn't that Jason wasn't attractive, quite the opposite with his dark hair and blue eyes, but you had never been the type to fool around, wanting to find a deeper connection then just the physical. It's what caused your last boyfriend to "look elsewhere." You sighed laying back looking up at the ceiling "just do it y/n, your not a virgin." You told yourself rolling over you closed your eyes remembering all the times Jason had asked for more, waiting for you but you knew he was getting impatient. Smiling deciding you would invite Jason over for dinner and a little "dessert". You crawled up the bed climbing under the covers you snuggled down into your pillow trying to find sleep before your mission with his highness in the morning.

It had been a week since your date with Jason and things were beginning to feel off. You had tried to text him a few times but all be gave you was short one word answers, causing your anxiety to rise remembering your ex "no, he wouldn't do that, he cares about me." You said to yourself as you walked into the training room "your late!" Loki yelled sternly making you roll your eyes "I'm here aren't i?" You called back tossing your things down "I have better things to do then to wait for you to detach yourself from that man child of yours." Loki growled as you walked over to the mat he was on pulling your hair up "mmm miss the company of your hand already?" You snarked as he stared you down "what I do in my chambers is not your concern." He snarled gripping his daggers tightly "are we going to train or not?" You snapped closing your eyes. "Oh, is someone feeling a little...frustrated?" He asked laughing "Shut up Laufeyson." You said gritting your teeth.

"Ooo someone's not getting serviced properly." He laughed again making you sigh. "And i see it isn't Jason." He continued making your eyes shoot open seeing Loki point to the door. You looked over seeing Jason walk in with Shanice, one of Tony's lab assistants. "It seems you made him forget your name as well." You heard Loki say as you watched the two face eachother, a large smile spread across her face as she ran a finger up his bicep. "My my, maybe I should have a talk with her as well...I've heard she knows what she's doing." Loki purred coming up behind you. "Screw you Loki." You said as you walked towards Jason "anytime darling." You heard Loki call out as you got closer to the two.

"ok, I'll see you later." You heard Shanice say as she winked and turned back to the door "oh, hey y/n." Jason said turning to you with a smile "Hey love, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come to my room tonight?" You asked stepping closer to him "I was gonna make dinner, maybe some....dessert." you purred running a hand up his chest "ok, sounds good." He said stepping around you heading for the locker rooms. You looked over seeing Loki watching you intently "see you tonight love!" You called out seeing Jason wave his hand in the air not turning around. You bit your lip, your anxiety flaring again when your eyes met Loki's again, something you weren't sure of swirling in them...pity...anger... making you uneasy as you grabbed your things

"leaving so soon?" He asked walking over to you "it's none of your business Loki." You said quickly walking to the door. "I wager he'll he too occupied to show." Loki called out from behind you making you freeze. You slowly turned trying to keep the last of your composure seeing him smile "I'll gladly collect that when your proven wrong...laufeyson" you growled quickly walking out before he could open his big mouth again. You headed to your room, slamming the door behind you throwing your stuff on the couch "God I hate him!" You yelled clenching your fists. You took a few deep breaths before grabbing a clean towel and heading for the shower.

You set the table, rushing into the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the spaghetti dish you made before taking it and setting it on the table "perfect." You smiled smoothing down your deep purple dress, adjusting the lingerie underneath as you pushed your beasts up when you heard a knock at the door "one second." You called out, taking one last glance in the mirror you hurried to the door, opening it seeing Jason standing there smiling down at his phone "Hey love." You said as he looked up, his smile dropping "Hey y/n." He said as you stepped aside letting him in. "So, I made spaghetti...your favorite." You smiled walking over to the table seeing he hadn't moved from the doorway "a...and I was thinking...after dinner maybe we could." You started

"y/n, I dont want to see you anymore" Jason said crossing his arms in front of him "wha...why?" You asked taking a step towards him "because, I don't want to be with you." He said, his tone cold and emotionless "but i...we...we were fine....everything was fine." You said feeling tears well in your eyes "well maybe for you." He said taking a step towards the door "I'm a man y/n, I have needs." He said as his phone rang "speaking of." He said pulling it out answering it "yeah...just give me five minutes I'm almost done....ok love you too." He said as he hung up opening your door "jason..." you breathed taking another step towards him "get it through your head y/n, I don't want you...now if you will excuse me there is someone waiting for me." He said smiling "and she definitely knows how to make me forget my name." He winked closing the door as he left.

You stood frozen, staring at the spot Jason had just been when you heard your phone go off. You felt numb, moving on autopilot you walked over to the counter, your hands shaking as you picked it up, seeing a text from Loki you opened it "Stark just informed me we have a mission in the morning, do try to be on time." You stared at it, your mind still reeling as you attempted to process everything that just happened when another text popped up "but I am certain you will be done early." Tears pricked your eyes as you stared at the screen when everything hit you at once "Dammit!" You screamed throwing your phone across the room watching it shatter against the wall. Storming over to the table you grabbed the dish of spaghetti throwing it hard at the door, glass and noodles exploding against the wood, the screams burning your lungs as you sank to your knees on the floor. "Why am I never enough?" You whispered to yourself as you laid down, curling into a ball on the floor you clutched your knees to your chest as the sobs wracked through you.

You looked across the bar, sipping your drink watching your target. You had been stuck on this mission with Loki for days and you were going crazy. Every snide comment cutting deeper and deeper as you still tried to process what happened the other night. Thankfully you were about to apprehend the hydra agent you were after so you could go back to the tower and lick your wounds in private when Loki's voice cut through your consciousness "are you sure you will be able to seduce him? I am not sure your his type." Loki snarked into the coms making you grit your teeth. You screwed your eyes shut as Jason's words echoed through your mind "maybe we should contact Shanice." He said laughing when your eyes shot open, looking across the bar your eyes met his seeing his smile drop. "Y/n?" He asked into the coms as you pulled it out dropping it onto your drink as you stood and began walking towards the agent.

"Hey there, can I buy you a drink?" You purred running a hand up the man's arm. "Not interested." He said not looking up from his phone "well how about a little fun then?" You asked stepping closer to him "I'm not into whores." He said finally looking up at you "especially ugly ones." He said laughing as he stood up "good luck." He snarked tossing money onto the bar as he walked off. You stood frozen staring at the bar when you saw movement out of the corner of your eye, looking seeing Loki punch the man in the face before dragging him through the door "shit..." you sighed quickly running after them you burst out the door looking around when you heard grunts coming from the alley

"how dare you speak to her that way." You heard Loki snarl as you ran into the alley "loki! What are you doing!?" You yelled watching him shove the man against the brick wall "securing the target, what else." He said holding the man there by the throat "we have to go!" You yelled hearing voices coming from further in the alley "I'm not through with this one yet." He snarled when a gunshot rang through the alley "Loki, let's go!" You yelled pulling your gun out from your purse aiming down the alley you fired a few warnings shots when you looked back seeing Loki slam the man's head against the wall as he slumped the the ground "loki, we..." you were cut off by a sharp pain in your shoulder knocking you off your feet "y/n!" Loki yelled as you sat up "fuck!" You yelled pressing your hand to your shoulder seeing red "Dammit!" You gritted as Loki walked over grabbing you arm pulling you up

"let go!" You yelled ripping your arm away "y/n, I was only.." he started when you looked up at him, seeing his eyes soften "get us back to the jet." You growled gritting your teeth as he gently placed his hand on your other shoulder, closing your eyes you felt the familiar tingle that came when Loki teleported you. Opening your eyes you saw that you were inside the jet "here, let me see." He said walking towards you "no, don't touch me!" You yelled storming to the back of the jet grabbing the first aid kit "stop being so stubborn and let me see it!" Loki demanded following you when you slammed the kit down "no! Haven't you done enough!" You yelled feeling the tears welling in your eyes as you looked up at him "just get us back to the tower so I can go back to my pathetic existence." You snarled ripping the kit open "y/n, i..." he started

"haven't you ruined my life enough?" You asked feeling the tears steaming down you cheek "you have made it abundantly clear how weak and useless I am, and guess what...you were right!" You yelled ripping your dress seeing the wound in your shoulder "so just get us back and I'll tell Tony to give you a better partner." You hissed pressing gauze to the wound "y/n please, just listen." Loki said taking a step forward you slammed you hand down on the table "no! I won't...get us back...now!" You yelled seeing him jump as your eyes met his "very well." He said looking down he walked to the cockpit as you sat down, holding your head in your hands unable to stop the sobs that wracked through you you tried to cover your mouth as you rocked back and forth feeling the jet lift off you closed your eyes thankful you would be home soon and back to your room.

~~one week later~~

You grunted at the pain in your shoulder as you slid your tank top on, trying to get dressed. You hadn't left your room since you got back and thankfully loki had given you a wide birth since, there was no way you could handle him right now. You looked in the mirror pulling your hair back sighing seeing the dark circles under your eyes "well, thats as good as its gonna get." You said walking to your door. You were happy to stay locked up but Bruce told you you needed to start working your shoulder, so you begrudgingly made you way to the training room, hoping you would be alone but already knowing better, the men in the tower practically lived in the gym.

You took a deep breath, walking inside seeing Loki training with Thor, his daggers sending sparks in the air as they clashed with Thor's hammer. Looking further you saw Steve sparring with bucky and Nat on the treadmill. You quietly walked in, slowly setting your things down when you looked up meeting eyes with Loki. You quickly put your head down sitting on the bench to tie your shoes when a woman's giggle pulled your attention to the door, sighing seeing Jason walk in with Shanice on his arm, running a hand up his bicep "last night was amazing." She said looking at you as she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mmm your so sexy." He purred as he pressed his lips to hers. I can't do this you said to yourself as you got up, feeling the familiar sting in your eyes as you grabbed your things when you heard the sound of metal clanging to the floor.

Turning around you saw Loki taking purposeful strides towards you, ripping his gloves off throwing them to the floor as he stormed closer, his eyes boring into making you shiver as he came up on you "Loki...wha..." you were cut off as his hand clasped the back of your head, his fingers twining in your hair as he pulled you to him. All rational thought left you as his mouth crashed into yours, electricity shooting through you as his lips caressed yours. You felt him pull back, opening your eyes they met his as they searched yours "y/n. I.." he started when you reached up burying you fingers into his messy curls you pulled his lips back down to yours, tilting your head deepening the kiss earning a growl from him as your tongue glided across his bottom lip.

"Y/n" you heard him whisper as your tongue dove past his parted lips, moaning into his mouth feeling his other hand at your hip slowly sliding down cupping your ass, feeling him shiver as you fingers dove under the hem of his shirt ghosting over the skin above his shorts, traveling around to his lower back biting his bottom lip as you pulled his hips towards you feeling his hard length press against your stomach. "Aahh....y/n.." he moaned as you sucked on his bottom lip releasing it with a soft pop as you pulled back looking up into his eyes as you both tried to catch your breath. "Loki." You vaguely heard someone call out as you stared into eachothers eyes, his hand coming up cupping your cheek.

"Loki." You heard again, realizing it was Thor "H..he's calling you." You whispered unable to break Loki's gaze "hmm?" He hummed as his thumb caressed your cheek "he's calling you." You whispered as Thor walked over to you "Brother, what is the matter with you, did you forget your name?" Thor laughed when you saw Loki smile "it seems i have." He said making your cheeks heat up you looked over seeing shanice huff before grabbing Jason's hand and storming from the room. "Well, I'll leave you two alone." Thor said as he walked out as well. You looked back up at Loki, his eyes soft as you took a deep breath "Loki, i.." you started when he pressed a finger to your lips "y/n, please....there is something I have needed to say for sometime now." He said quietly slowly lowering his finger he grabbed your hands

"what you heard that night on the balcony." He started looking down "i...I did not mean a word of it." He said looking back up to you "then...why?" You asked feeling him squeeze your hand "when I first met you, you were so beautiful and kind, and I was...I am...a monster." He whispered as you shook your head "no...you aren't." You said squeezing his hands back "y/n, I've killed people, I attempted to rule your planet, i..." he started when you placed your finger in his lips "that wasn't you, you...Loki...have been mistreated, abused, lied to." You said seeing a tear steam down his cheek "you have a big heart, even though not many get the chance to see it." You said wiping his cheek with your thumb "but i...I have been so unkind to you...the things I've said." He trailed off looking down

"would you allow me to make amends? Allow me to treat you as you deserve?" He asked, biting his lip as he looked back up at you, a sadness In his eyes you hadn't seen before. "Well, I suppose you do owe me." You said smiling making his eyebrow arch "that asshat did show up that night." You said nodding towards the door "so if I remember correctly I won the wager." You said seeing him smile "you are correct, what does the lady wish as payment?" He asked taking a step closer to you "name it and it shall be yours." He said bringing your hand to his lips kissing the back of it "a date...I want to go out to dinner with you...get to know you...the you that you've kept hidden." You said seeing him smile "as you wish, I shall be at your room at eight o'clock." He said taking a step back "I look forward to it." You smiled as he nodded and walked towards the door

"and Loki?" You called out as he turned "i...I'm sorry." You said biting your lip "for all the mean things I said to you." You said seeing him smile "I am sorry too, it will never happen again" He said placing a hand over his heart "you have my word." He said "eight o'clock." You said smiling seeing him return it before walking out. You couldn't help the squeal that escaped you as you grabbed your things and ran to your room to get ready. Excitement running though you at the prospect of a second chance, one you were not going to let get away this time.

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Hello I never actually request a emergency request before but I'd like to rn, Yesterday I lost my lovely cat his name was Five, he was very sick apparently and we couldn't do anything to help him it was so unexpected definitely for me, He went to the vet that day and I just expected him to come back home with my mom but sadly that wasn't the case. I didn't think I had to say goodbye so soon I miss him terribly already. I've been crying ever since yesterday he was still such a young cat. But yeah, this is the reason I'd want to request an emergency request. I'd like a comfort scenario or comfort headcanons? With Twilight and if you could Time too (separately) they are my favorite boys. I'd really just appreciate some comfort i dont care if its plotonic or romantic, It's okay if you can't write my request or i did something wrong requesting but I'd just had to try Hope you have a good day

I'm so sorry, darlin'. I know what that's like to lose a pet so dear, I feel you and I hope the days get better for you, truly 💚 take some time for yourself, okay?

Twilight

"Is everything okay, sugar?"

You've been acting off lately which caught his attention immediately after checking into the inn last night. You were silent more than normal, kept your head down and spoke in mumbles even rejecting the food Wild made. He knew something was up and he didn't like it, he rather see a smile on your face than a broken one.

Twilight perked up and noticed the downtrodden nature that graced your frame when you stepped out of the room. The brief eye contact told him enough that everything was indeed, not alright. He opened his mouth to say something, only to shut it when you silently begged with your eyes for him to drop it. His heart clenched at the sight of the wobble of your lips, causing the worry to swell within him.

He knows he shouldn't press or overstep the boundaries yet the caretaker, and the protective side in him reared its head. Demanding to know what caused the pain, how can he help, and what to fix. Though, he knows when to step back and let the other breathe in the case of if they feel overwhelmed. In your case, you definitely were.

Twilight sighs and steps back, opening his arms a lil in a silent question. It was appreciative enough to make you shuffle over and collapse into his arms. He gives you a little squeeze, tucking your head into his shoulder and placed a kiss against the side of your head.

"I got you," Twilight hums, "go ahead and let it all out."

Time

He was worried when you didn't come down the stairs to eat breakfast. Time quietly assist the situation, thinking you might've overslept, only to frown when one of the boys was the last one to exit the door to the house. He ignored it for a time being, thinking you'll come out at some point. He forced himself to get the chores around the ranch done until lunch rolled by, and yet, there was still no sight of you.

"Has anyone talk or seen (y/n) at all today?" He lowly asked at the table while picking at the slice of meat on his plate with his fork. The table quieted, the boys looked at each other in confusion, looking around before Hyrule piped up,

"I was roomed with them, they told me that they didn't feel quite so well."

Time brows furrowed at the revitalization, "are they sick?"

Hyrule shook his head, "none that I could tell of...I think-" he was cut off at the sound of Time's chair scooting back on the wooden floor. They all watched silently as he picked up the plate of food Malon had set out for you before ascending the stairwell.

Every step towards the room you and Hyrule resided in was like a ticking bomb. His mind going over countless nuclear scenarios til he was forced to shove them back into his mind, trying to reason that you're not hurt. You're safe on the ranch; he knocked on the door and waited. Waited. Waited. No sound.

"(Y/n)? I have lunch...can I come in?"

Nothing. His mind started to slightly spiral until the door cracked open and teary, red rimmed eyes stared back at him through the crack.

"Oh..." He softly spoke; the door opened wider, letting him into the room. The soft sniffles cracked his heart as he placed the plate of food on the dresser. He picks you up and settle you in his lap, letting you resume crying into his chest as he stroked your head in a comforting motion. He hummed softly, rocking slowly to and fro as he sits there in silence with your sobs.

"I don't know what happened and I don't need to until you're ready to say so. Yet know this, I'm here if you need a shoulder to cry on."

[aro-comics]

Platonic

Platonic, 1/1 - The Original Arospec struggle 😭 … okay, I'm (half) joking, but quite genuinely this has been a big challenge for me navigating this world as an Aro! I know platonic affection is something people struggle with, aro or not, but I personally believe the aro flavour has its own unique layer of anxieties.

I've touched on this before, but a lot of this stems from my experiences growing up. When I was a kid, I really wanted and tried to express affection in a way that feels … authentic? And genuine? To how I relate to/experience platonic feelings for others. I don't know if my struggles with social skills affected this, but trying to show affection didn't end well most of the time. People thought I was being weird, or misread my intentions and would give (extremely unwanted) romantic advances. I know it's not the end of the world, but … this impacted my relationship with friendship as a whole. It hurts to feel like your feelings aren't reciprocated! And after a while this led me to reconsider how I communicate and express myself, if at all.

😅 … and yeah, I realize that was a bit of a downer. If it's of any comfort or positivity, like I mentioned in the comic I am working past what I now know is the effect of amatonormativity on me. I've been reflecting a lot on this topic so I've got a lot of (still forming) thoughts, but the gist of it is this: I know now I don't need to feel bad for being confused and conflicted about how I relate to and express my feelings for others - and even though I don't know what I really want when showing affection, being aware of why I feel this conflict is a much healtheir place to start from. I think my next steps are going to be more honest about my feelings with myself, since I learned to ignore a lot of them with amatonormative pressures. I hope it will eventually lead me to communicating these feelings more openly in my relationships in the future too 💚💚

As usual, I want to emphasize not every aro goes through the same things. If this doesn't apply to you, that's totally okay! Actually I'm really glad if you haven't had to experience this flavour of inner turmoil haha 😂 Either way, I'm always interested to hear about your perspective on all of this. Is this a part of your experience as an aro too?

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Slide 1: Celia sits in front of some plants, holding a blue watering can. "Something I've struggled with my whole life - and still am now, to a lesser extent - is showing affection platonically in a way that's authentic to how I'm actually feeling."

Slide 2: She continues "Even for people I'm not necessarily platonically attracted to, just people I genuinely enjoy being around and want to express my apprecation for -"

Slide 3: She stares down at an illustrated board of her thought process. "I'm always second guessing how I should behave"

On one side, Figure A shows her being very excited to see her friend. She has a whole puppy dog eye thing going on, and in the background she thinks: "should I be as excited as I actually am to see them?? What if I seem toooooo friendly? OH NO what if they think I'm flirting? What should I do? Help -"

On the other side, Figure B shows her standing with a much calmer if somewhat blank expression. An arrow labelled "A very platonically appropriate distance" is between them. She thinks "Or I can try toning it down … but WAIT what if I don't seem happy enough when I see them? Will they think I'm too reserved? WHAT IF THEY THINK I'M BORING AND THEY DON'T WANT TO HANG OUT AND-"

Slide 4: "As you can see … it's a dilemma" She says while making the stereotypically anime-esque streaming tears face.

Slide 5: She shrugs now, "But in all seriousness, I'm not going to pretend I have any good answer for this - because I don't, I'm still figuring things out. At least now I understand it's the amatonormativity getting to me."

Slide 6: "And moving forwards, I think as long as I'm being respectful of other people's boundaries, and communicating how I'm feeling … I'll work it out eventually." She waters her plants.]

[circe69]

I read your rules and I hope this isn’t too dark but can you do a Simon x reader where the reader has an identical twin and they die during the graves betrayal scene and the aftermath is Simon comforting the reader? Like they were already crushing on each other and he’s comforting her.. thank you💚

I Wish For Simon

a/n - anon i am so sorry it took me so long to answer this, i'm terrible w requests! i want to make it perfect before i post, so hopefully this is what you wanted... wc: 1.1k cw: gore, violence, suggestive themes, probably the best thing i've ever written (yeah its a warning cause YOU'LL BE BAWLING)

fav line from the fic - “That voice could seduce anyone, I was sure of it. It was as if God himself had dipped Simon's vocal cords in a pot of warm honey, then lit it on fire.”

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Me and my twin had always been close, we had to be. "Best friends since birth", we'd been deemed from before we could even speak. Alyssa and I were quite the pair and had exceeded our hometown's problematically low expectations of woman in a whole when the both of us had been assigned to serve in the 141 Task Force.

It was a change of pace, but one that I wanted. I had prepared for something like this my whole life, training and worked myself to death just to have a chance to serve. Alyssa, on the other hand, wasn't as keen on the idea. Sometimes I wonder if she just joined because she couldn't bear to be apart from me. I love the sentiment, but we were grown adults, we couldn't afford to make decisions solely due to separation anxiety.

That brings us to today, March 3rd. I hate March 3rd.

My birthday. Well, our birthday.

I hate today because as of now, I have to celebrate it alone. It's been years since Alyssa died, and I still act just as immature and "kid-like" when March 3rd rolls around every year.

Her death had been nothing short of a "hostage dump", my sister had been counted as a waste of time to Graves, someone who wouldn't make a difference to anyone in the force, so why would he keep her?

I can't help but think it was my fault, but I didn't have time to feel sorry for something I might've done. All I felt was anger, hot rage bringing my blood to a boil, all which contributed to what I was about to do. Anger is difficult to overcome, especially when it's brought on by confusion, something happened that you barely knew anything about. I wanted to take it upon myself to strip Graves of all the "information" I felt I was missing, I wanted to skin him alive and make him answer questions as I did it, but as I rose my knife behind Graves’ wall of a body, a hand stopped me.

A silent move, not a scary one. I immediately knew who it was once I saw the fabric.

Ghost.

His hand was heavy around my wrist, his height towering over me, it was all too much for me to focus on, so I did what I'm positive Ghost was trying to make me do, I backed down.

I retreated as quietly as I could, putting my blade back in its embrace of a pocket and followed Ghost out the door, trying to excuse whoever that woman was in there that she hadn't had enough sleep, she was hungry and just wanted to feel something, but Ghost had none of it.

"It's okay, Y/N, to want to avenge someone. It's okay to be bloodthirsty and feel yourself make allowances for it. It's okay."

Ghost was a man of many attributes, but comforting was never one of them. He himself had attended multiple therapy sessions throughout the entirety of our relationship, but they only lasted so long before he strangled the shrink.

I liked Ghost. I admired him, I admired what his life had amounted to. Perhaps worthless to him, a soul placed in the wrong hands, but I thought quite the opposite.

"You're a good man, Simon."

His name slipped out of my mouth.

No.

Oh no.

I had gotten too emotional, I felt myself crawling into a hole of feelings and a strong desire to cry rushed over me. I suddenly imagined all the times I'd watched Simon do simple, mundane things, and stared at him long enough to read his dog tags over and over and over. I'd recited his name in my head, in my dreams, for so long and I still was shocked when I'd heard myself say it.

His eyes locked with mine. Dark, deep, dead, he'd like to contribute, but I chuckle mentally as I think about how the man who views himself as dead was the only one in the world who made me feel as alive as he did.

"What did you say?" That voice could seduce anyone, I was sure of it. It was as if God himself had dipped Simon's vocal cords in a pot of warm honey, then lit it on fire.

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant, I shouldn't have addressed you like that, my apologies." I started to walk away when his body came crashing against mine. My back hit a jagged wall and I groaned in pain, but I quieted down when I realized just how close he was to me. I felt him against me, and I couldn't feel it fast enough. My senses heightened, my pupils dilated, and my face flushed with a dark shade of aflame red. Both of our breathing was shallow and heavy, every breath he emitted made mine deeper, louder.

I could feel the confusion seeping off of him. He didn't want it to feel so good when his name left my mouth. He didn't want to enjoy it, but it was inevitable. A no-good name slipping out of a no-good mouth, it was bound to happen at some point.

I shook off my daydream, finding myself at an empty table in an empty dining hall, the only thing in front of me was a poorly made cupcake, pink frosting, sprinkles, all the works. I stared at a candle, half of it had already melted mind you, and my mind reeled as I stalked my mental drawers for wishes I hadn't made yet,

"I wish for Simon." My voice broke as I said it, and I realized I hadn't spoken all day until now.

I don't truly believe that's why my voice broke, however. I truly did love Simon, I loved him in everything he did and everything he didn't. I loved the fact that he never exhibited any sort of emotion except for denial and force. I loved how scared he was of feeling anything else.

A tear dropped onto the table below me, the chair screeched as I stood, and everything was happening too fast. Before I knew it, tears were pouring out of me at an uncontrollable rate. I turned around and started heading for the door, telling myself that I would leave that stupid wish behind with the melted wax, but I was stopped in my tracks when I saw who was leaning against the doorway with those beautifully built forearms crossing his chest.

He had heard it, was all I could think as I made intense eye contact with him. With everything else.

His mask was discarded. I couldn't stop my jaw from unhinging, I felt it click open slowly and it dropped until it couldn't anymore.

Simon smiled at the action. His white teeth contrasting his pink lips. I looked back at the table for a fraction of a second to see that the flame I had left untouched had been blown out, maybe it was the wind, maybe it was the spirit of my once-lonely-self making an appearance for the last time.

I looked back at Simon like a child on Christmas.

Maybe I'd keep wishing for stupid things if they'd work as well as this one did.

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a/n part two : happy new years everyone! i probably won’t post till monday, but i wish you all the best and love💕

[imagine--if]

Soft yandere Eddie with a reader who he first meets when he's taking out a corrupt official. She was his secretary and at the wrong place at the wrong time so she ends up being temporarily abducted as a hostage until his plan is complete. "I'm so sorry princess I just can't risk anything going wrong." He ends up falling in love with her within literally 20 minutes. "It's alright sweet thing you won't have to work for a pig like him ever again 🥰." Reader ends up in his lap being smothered with cuddles and kisses when the reality of the situation sinks in and she gets homesick

A/N: Hehe I love this idea, I don't realise how much I get into writing these until my eyes water from how wide they are 😂 Only have two exams left now thank god, so I'll be able to keep on top of matchups and more requests and stuff 💚

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, obsessive loving Riddler, kidnapping 😏

Words: 1270

It had all happened in a blur. The banging and clattering of that metallic weapon, bouncing off your boss' skull violently before it dropped, blood spattered over its silver shine. That loud, sickening sound of duct tape being pulled out, then snapped off the roll and neatly pressed over his face, bloodied, angry red words over the covering. You had seen it all through a crack in the door, originally going back to the office to drop something apparently urgent off from one of his associates.

It doesn't matter now. The man's dead.

And just as you'd recovered from trembling in horror, wide eyes and uneven muffled breaths behind your hand, you took a wobbly step back, the weak wooden tiling creaking under you and causing the murderer to look up in awareness, spotting your figure behind the door. You didn't even try to run. You were frozen to the spot in fear and shock, until the killer trapped your body against his, one arm holding your back tightly against his chest, the other hand shoving a cloth with some sort of drug soaking the material, until you flopped in his arms, unconscious.

You wake up in a dimmed, dark shabby room, pictures and papers pinned to practically every inch of the walls around you and hundreds of books stacked on shelves in complicated, messy orders. He sits opposite you, typing away on a laptop, and his green eyes seem to smile at you as you come to, eyeing him wearily, your gaze studying your unfamiliar surroundings.

He says hello, calls you by your name, friendly enough but distorted somewhat under the mask and voicebox. A hundred questions and worries whiz through your head all at once; how does he know your name? No, that's a stupid question.

"Who..." your voice starts off as a whisper, and you try again, sitting p slightly, "who are you?"

"You don't know who I am?" The masked man breathes, almost hurt. "I'm The Riddler. And, of course, I know who you are. You shouldn't be working for people like your former boss, darling. They aren't good people. But it's alright," he shakes his head, as if already dismissing a non-existent apology, "you're here now, aren't you?"

"I'm where?"

"In a safe place," The Riddler replies simply, and sighs at the look on your face. "Oh, it's okay, you're okay. I'm sorry, princess, I just... I can't afford any little obstacles right now. I know you'd never want to cause problems..."

You shake your head, hoping that'll help. "You're keeping me here?"

"For now," Riddler agrees, looking back at his computer as he closes the page and shuts it firmly. "Until my plan is complete. You won't get hurt, you aren't corrupt, so don't look so worried, hmm?"

You blink down at the bed you're sitting on, leant back against the headrest as the effects of whatever drug he'd given you wear off. You nod silently, trying to understand and accept your situation, but it's too much to take in.

And as if that isn't enough, you jump in surprise as you look up and see The Riddler closer to you now, up from his chair as he approaches you gradually, eyes taking you in behind his clear-framed glasses in curiosity and what looks like fondness.

"You are beautiful, though," he whispers with a crazed giggle, a gloved hand reaching out to ghost his fingers over your cheek, the touch so slight you barely feel it. "And you look so nervous. Do you really need protection that bad? What are you doing in Gotham, sweet thing?"

You stare at him for a moment, taken aback by his words and sudden gentle, affectionate tone. "I... I've lived here all my life."

"I've never seen you," Riddler thinks aloud, a small frown on his face. "It doesn't matter now, though, because I found you. I've got you, see! You're absolutely safe now. You don't have to work for a pig like him ever again, angel, okay?"

"I..." you nod slowly, doing nothing but watch as his fingers start toying with your hair, so curiously, sitting beside you on the bed now and leant in fairly closely. "Okay...?"

The Riddler stops his movements then, giggling at you again in amusement and adoration as he reads your expression.

"You're still so nervous, aren't you?" He coos with a grin behind his mask, and a gasp catches in your throat as he actually lifts you up and places you securely on his lap, like any normal couple would.

"There we go," he says contentedly, his arms pushing you back into him as he starts rocking you a little in his hold. "Just relax, and you'll stop feeling so worried in no time."

You hesitantly let yourself lean back in uncertain ease, and the Riddler smiles happily, rubbing his gloved hands up and down your arms. you can feel his warm breath from behind the mask, tickling your neck, and you find yourself dying to know who's under there, which everyday citizen of Gotham has kidnapped and is cradling you like a baby in their arms after such a cruel, senseless murder.

You bite your lip, thinking of home, the naturally comforting familiarities and food and furniture and smells.

"I want to go home," you can't help whispering, and The Riddler hums in acknowledgement, resting his chin on top of your head.

"You are home," he says, in a tone where you can't tell whether he's joking or being serious, or both, and laughs at himself. "I know, lovely, but one day at a time, alright? And when you do go," Riddler adds, "it doesn't mean we can't see each other, does it?"

"You want to see me?" you repeat, trying to resist liking the feel of his hands on your skin and the warmth of his embrace and remember that he's a killer, he's a stranger. "I don't know who you are. Not under.... that."

"I'll always be who I really am," The Riddler tells you with a smile, nuzzling his mask against your cheek and squeezing your side with his hand. "Maybe soon, when we can completely trust each other, I'll be able to let you see me for me. But why wouldn't I want to see you? You're so... angelic," he continues, audibly kissing your neck through his mask and hugging you impossibly closer.

You close your mouth in defeat, your gaze gliding to the window, where lopsided blinds show a partial view of the dark night skies looming above the city. The best you can do now is wait until morning to figure things out. But, until then, you're stuck with a serial killer with wide, adoring eyes and soft but passionate touches... and you've only been awake for twenty minutes.

"I think you'll like it while you're here," The Riddler tells you, oblivious to your thoughts as he fondles you delicately. "We'll make it work, won't we? Of course we will! You're so lovely..."

And then he's back to pressing fake kisses against your skin and cuddling you impossibly closer, and you sigh to yourself, not stopping yourself from just soaking in the madman's affection and trying not to think too much about anything, especially home.

When you go back to it, when he lets you go back, you're almost certain that you'll never walk through the front door being happily oblivious to the darkness and bloody truth of the city... and certain that there will be the man behind the mask trailing in after you with the same hopeful eyes and wide, hidden smile.

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[mistress-of-vos]

For the ask game Ra'sTim (yes predictable I know but I just adore how you write them to the point where I want more information)

Ra'sTim

SHIP IT!!! 💚💚💚

Okay yeah I'm very loud about them but I'm still so so happy you asked about Ra'sTim! I'd talk about them all day. This is probably gonna be long 😅

P.S. Thank you! I'm happy you enjoy my work ❤️

1. What made you ship it?

Okay this is such an easy yet complex question. I have looked back and realized I was writing past/implied Ra'sTim on my fic notebook back on 2014 (give or take) when I was newly done reading Red Robin. I'm unsure exactly *how* is started because before 2020 I had been on an extreme Transformers fixation, and my memories are fuzzy. I believe I was shipping Ra'sTim as a background ship without fully realizing I was doing it (it should also be noted I started as a KonTim religious fan, and grew into a JayTim girlie). I actually read two of my fav Ra'sTim fics back in those years (around 2014-2015), which were in Spanish, but they had a Ra'sTim portrayal that would mark my views, as the characters make the dynamic very different to the most popular ships in fanfom.

It was at the beginning of 2020 when I went back to DC, and funnily enough climbed quickly from JayTim to BruTim and started writing an ongoing fic. While doing so, I re read past fics I remembered I used to love, and went back to read comics as well. Suddenly, after reading Red Robin again, I was looking at Ra'sTim through different glasses. And it was something happening to me in many levels, as I was also getting a bit away from Kon & Jason and more into characters as Babs & Jean-Paul. I wondered what *more* there could be to Ra'sTim, and started reading more of Ra's. As I read and explored Tim in my writing, I realized I wanted them together.

I'm unsure about how to call it. The feeling was almost of enlightenment, like suddenly seeing something that has always been there yet for some reason you couldn't distinguish its shape. Perhaps being a Megatron/Starscream shipper helped, because I saw the potential of Ra'sTim and decided to explore the possibilities and their tones of gray.

At first Ra'sTim wasn't my main ship (although I was already writing it), but as I explored them, the more I felt it was a dynamic that came naturally to me, and scenarios I found more enjoyable.

The more I read their comics and explored them in my writing, the more they felt *right*. Perhaps it was meant to happen, as I can admit they fall a lot more into my tastes in fiction. Ra's as a character drives me insane with his potential and lore, and Tim stays as my favorite bat boy and who I believe changed the Batman mythos.

And yet, everything was born from a simple panel. "You are a very dangerous young man."

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

Oh, this is a tricky one!

I like their dynamic a lot, as I'm an open immortal/mortal sucker. And that does play a huge thing in my view of them and why I come back to Ra'sTim again and again despite having other fixations. The fact that Ra's has such a complex background and is not your usual western interpretation of an immortal (let's say a vampire) is also a fav thing of mine, as I think it allows stories with him to leave usual storytelling and challenge beliefs about good & evil. The fact that he believes he's *good* and a hero is particularly tasty as well, and mixed with Tim's need for helping others and guilt when he's not useful to the world (and Batman), gives a wonderful meal.

Their size difference is extremely hot too.

Aaaaand having a canon mutual interest where they are connected in a mysterious, unavoidable way, it's a cherry on top.

Lastly, I adore their contrast as characters and how they will allow the other to win a little battle in order to win another. It's a game of cat and mouse.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I have unpopular opinions on most characters and ships. Some of them I feel comfortable expressing and others... Not much.

With Ra'sTim I have many of them, but mostly, it's that I loathe how other ship fandoms use Ra's as a random villain to hurt Tim and prop up another ship. For me, that's almost insulting, as Ra's is already a hurt character broken by many writers at DC. For me Ra'sTim it's never about "evil, mean Ra's hurting Tim because villains do that" and even less would I do it for another ship. I enjoy dark Ra'sTim, but never to hurt the characters.

My unpopular opinion then would be about the characters, perhaps. I don't see Ra's being cruel to Tim without reason, because in my mind, Ra's feels *love* and he cares for Tim. And Tim loves him back. They are just messy and won't communicate well, but that doesn't mean Ra's will go full evil and that Tim is a damsel in distress needing saving.

I don't see Ra's as an abuser. Neither do I see Tim as a helpless victim. And I believe this narrative hurts all characters involved without real motive besides wanting to prop up someone else and being too lazy as to read a less known villain or writing an original one.

[aerodaltonimperial]

I'm late to this party but I am predictable so will you give me a bloody 💚🧡 kiss, please?

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His arm is cut—bleeding from the windshield. The windshield he threw Jack into. The windshield he’s still got pieces of in his arm when he gets backstage with the belt back in his hands; medical pulls the shards out with metal pliers, and Hook sits. He sits, and he waits.

Jack takes longer to get back. He’s limping, favoring his right leg. It’s always the worst when things are this: when things have gotten so awful, devolved so poorly, and yet you’re both stuck being checked over at the same time. Most people just don’t look at each other. Angle their chins away. Hook’s not most people.

He stares at Jack the whole time, watching as the man in the med red wipes the blood off his back and pokes at his muscles. Jack’s got his fingers pressed up against his neck where Hook’s arm pressed in, hard enough to cut off his airflow. He’s absentmindedly running his fingertips across the skin that will bruise, a rainbow within the week.

Hook waits until the polo shirt leaves, and then he pushes up, walks over, and sits in front of Jack, trapping him against the wall. Another time, Jack would probably deck him. But as it stands, Jack’s too exhausted to do anything more than glare, and it’s not even heated. His eyes are hooded. There are circles beneath, dark like he hasn’t slept in a a week, like the FTW belt was the only shit still holding him together.

They stare at each other for a long while, and then finally, Hook sniffs. “You okay?”

“No,” Jack says, and that might be the most honest thing he’s said in fucking months. When Jack’s tongue slips out, it’s red. Too red. Either his teeth came down on it at some point during their match, or he bit the inside of his lip. Whatever the case, there’s blood.

“Was it that important to you?” Hook asks. It’s the only time he’s been able to. At first, Jack just ran, and then, he fought, scrappy, a wounded animal lashing out. “Was it worth losing everything for?”

Jack’s face pulls wide, a grimace. He tears his gaze away. “When I had the belt…I could pretend that I had what I wanted.”

“What did you want that wasn’t the damn belt?”

Jack doesn’t answer. Can’t, or won’t, and honestly, with Jack, sometimes it’s one and the same. Finally, Hook gets it. If he’s being truthful with himself, he’s suspected for awhile, but when everything shook out, he just couldn’t pin it down. And then he’d been angry, so fucking angry. He’s not really angry anymore. All the rage has been siphoned clean out of him.

Hook reaches for Jack’s chin to straighten his head. Doesn’t really give him much time to react, afraid that Jack’s instincts will shift into panic. He just leans in, presses their mouths together. He tastes copper from the blood lodged in the corner of Jack’s lips. Hook kisses him, and thinks he probably should have been doing this all along.

Jack exhales, a stuttered sort of gasp. “Hook.”

But his limbs unfurl—his hands slide to Hook’s elbows, biceps, as he shifts closer, pushing in. His mouth parts because he gives back as good as he gets, just like he always has. This seems like a much better way to channel everything: settled. Sighing into place. This, Hook can lose himself in. Fighting carries its own kind of high, but it can’t compare to Jack’s mouth moving against his.

“Hey,” comes a voice from beside them, and they jerk apart. Kenny’s expression isn’t mad or shocked, really, but kind of just…amused. “Take it to the locker room, kids.”

“Sorry,” Hook mumbles. He’s managed to still make a mess of things even when he finally sorted everything out somehow. There are so many people milling around them. Kenny is, miraculously, blocking the two of them from most people’s views. Small favors. Hook owes him now.

“It’s all good,” Kenny says. “I’ve been there. But, you know…” He shrugs a little. “Doors.”

“Yeah,” Jack whispers, staring at the wall. He doesn’t look back, not even after Kenny walks away with that same amused smile on his face.

Hook grabs for Jack’s wrist, fingers curling around the knob of bone, and then he stands. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” But Jack gets up, lets himself be led away.

“Somewhere with a door.”

[thegunlady]

Thank u for the opening to talk about my Various Inner Machinations of Late, @dollsome-does-tumblr!

favourite colour: black and electric green!

last song: Dance (Acoustic) by Tim Halperin has been on loop for days.

last movie: A hundredth rewatch of an inexplicable favorite of my teen years, The Illusionist.

currently watching: Oh! Just last night I started short-lived ABC show The Catch from 2016, about a private investigator who discovers her fiance is a con man, and sets off on a quest for revenge, but also they love each other! It's kind of like if Good Behavior was PG-13 and also like, very normal and nice. It's on Hulu and I am enjoying it!

other stuff i watched this year: Well I am literally always watching my perennial background show Brooklyn Nine Nine, I also watched Ghosts CBS (delightful), The Bear (fraught! but compelling), among many others - and I've been really into crafting/cosplay youtube lately. Especially Rachel Maksy, Adam Savage, and Wicked Makers.

shows i dropped this year/didn’t finish: Okay I have to be honest I abandon like half the shows I start - I just get bored and distracted, I'm sorry!

shows I would like to watch: Succession, Yellowjackets, Only Murders in the Building, the rest of Nancy Drew, and so much more! It's endless, really!

currently reading: Between books at the moment! I think next on my list is to finish This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, which I started to read awhile ago, but then my Libby loan expired!

currently listening to: Sci-fi podcast Midnight Burger, about a classic roadside diner that travels in time and space, and its eccentric employees and customers. I really love it so far!

currently working on: I actually just started a new job, and am in the process of getting up to speed and all that. I'm pretty overwhelmed and nervous tbh, but also excited.

current obsession: Stardew Valley (although I just finished the community center and it did NOT give me enough points to get the statue of perfection from Grandpa's ghost so now I'm kind of annoyed! also I am enjoying how much that sentence is nonsense to someone who has never played).

I tag anyone and everyone who wants to do this! Please tag me in so I can see what you've been Up To! 💚

[jils-things]

Free gushing about pokeships?? COUNT ME IN I'm in a talking mood rn SO

I don't think I talked a lot about it but Amelia does travel all of the regions because she is a researcher and works on the pokédex :> And after the events of Unova, N goes with her because he wants to meet more pkmn and help them and then their relationship starts to bloom and YEH <3 Also perfect excuse to draw them in different outfits

Also regarding your last post I AGREE, SO MANY GOOD OPTIONS FOR DATE PLACES. Nimbasa City with the couples-only Ferris Wheel? Every couple in the pokeworld has to go there!! (If they're not scared of heights) ok maybe I'm biased because of N but uhm-

One of my fav places is Ecruteak city because of the pretty autumn colors <33 And that Fairy forest place in Galar (Ballonlea) it's so magical!! Or a museum date in Nacrene city! or any other museum I think there are a few

Ok now I gushed more about the pokeworld than my pokeship and this got quite long I'm sorry Although I think every place is very nice when you can spent time there together <3 (... phew that was cheesy)

SOPHIA YASSSS HELLO!!!!!! AMELIA LORE AMELIA LORE YES YES 💚💚💚💚💚 I LOVE OC RESEARCHERS YAYYY!!!! okay, but n would be a GREAT help there too y'know? i know there are many researchers who study on a specific thing with pkmn but i think n is a great assistant needless of the theme of the research because he can quite literally interact with the creatures!! i think amelia has a great advantage there, and it would make researching all the more fun and adventurous if you ask me!!! they're so perfect for that <333 AND SO REAL SO REAL the bridge to help deepen their relationship is their shared interest to appreciate pokemon ehehhee but they end up learning more about EACH OTHER AYO ... 😳😳😳😳

ALSO YES YET AGAIN I FORGOT ANOTHER LANDMARK THE NIMBASA FERRIS WHEEL OIUUHHHGHH BEST PLACE BEST PLACE and as you said, TWO PEOPLE GO IN ONE 😳😳😳😳 EHEHEHEHEHHRHSHE if one of them was afraid of heights would the other hold that person's hand to comfort them?? 🥺🥺🥺💚

I GOTTA CHECK BALLOLELA SINCE IM NOT SWSH INFORMED YET BUT I TRUST YOU SINCE YOU HAVE A GALARIAN BF THERE 🤭🤭🤭 EHEHRHSHEHA fairy forest sounds so MAGICAL AAAAHHH YESSIR. the autumn place in ecruteak city so real. its always the more natural areas in pkmn that are just... so perfect for being alone together. and i wholeheartedly agree with that spot... 11/10 i also love autumn despite not actually experiencing it but i know its cozy <3

AKSHHSHAJSJSJDJJA HONESTLY YOU CAN JUST TALK ABT ANYTHING PKMN RELATED IM JUST HERE FOR THE GAME IN GENERAL <3 it also goes to show just how FANTASTIC some of the landmarks are, and its hard not to love them!!! EVERY PLACE IS A GOOD PLACE IF YOU THINK HARD ENOUGH 🤝🤝🤝 THANK YOU FOR SENDING AN ASK THAT WAS FUN TO READ

[guzhufuren]

My parents: “You should spend less time on Tumblr, and more time in your neighbourhood, making ‘real friends’”

Me: “Yeah, but thanks to Tumblr I now know what the Kazach mental healthcare system is like.” 😎

Okay, but jokes aside. Wow, that sounds pretty heavy. I hope you came back slightly better from your time at the clinic (albeit at the adult wing, which frankly, wtf 🤨). Since, I imagine you have a lot of time to spare and maybe even a Netflix account (although it’s also on Dramacool apparently). May I recommend a show to watch? (Forgive my impoliteness but I randomly associated from your ex to a really cool Netflix recommendation. 😳)

It’s called It’s Okay Not to Be Okay, and even though it’s not queer, it is freaky in its own kind of way. It features an autistic character (which gave good asd rep for a change), a sociopathic character (who’s so hot I still haven’t recovered but that’s another matter 🥵 -> point is: I learned sociopathy can actually be treated and sometimes even be “cured” somehow) and a guy who’s definitely too good for this world. Also, there’s a lot of gothic-like horror (not with gore or anything but just daunting enough in that specific gothic fashion -> gothic as in Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley or the Brontë sisters 📚), mysteries with twist and turns, a mental health facility (that is actually somewhat of a safe place) and an emphasis on children’s literature and fairly tales (but grimm, pun intended). Also many (emotional) support characters whom everyone would love as a friend.

All in all, I think you would love it. Have fun watching and I wish you a speedy recovery and a pleasant time (or as pleasant as it gets in a hospital 🫣) while being treated.

Love,

— Thel. 💚

hi darling! the stay there definitely helped trust me. and the adult wing thing actually made sense bc my issues were less of a kid wing thing

uhh last time i checked we did not have netflix here jkfkgkfjf. maybe we already do but i would still not pay them and would pirate it instead

i googled the show but tbh it sounds like it will make me really anxious, i can't watch this kind of thing sweetie :( also it's very hard for me to vibe with korean shows so i only make an effort when they are queer. thank you for the recommendation tho!

thank you my nose is breathing and i'm actually coming home tomorrow fucking finally yes. have a nice great week <3

[tangerinesteve]

People That I Want To Get To Know Better

Tagged by: @cuddlesdotgif thank you so much for the tag!!! 💚💖💙

Last Song: Hear you me by jimmy eat world. I was listening to my 90s playlist but this song hits me right in the emotionals. (the last bit should be said like the russian vulture from horton hears a who. very specific i know, but it adds nuance i promise 🤣😅)

Last Show: the last show i binged was 1899 on Netflix and holyyyy fuuuuccckkkk!!! It was so fucking good. The mix of genres and mystery and what the fuck is happening right was so up my alley it wasnt even funny. Plus the cast is beautiful and sad and thats like... a big thing for me. Love that angst. 🤣

Currently Watching: literally right now i am watching Tacoma FD. its a show by part of the broken lizard comedy group. They made Super Troopers. But i have a weakness for dumb comedy shit and this show is golden.

Currently Reading: i haven't read an actual book in like.. 84 years. BUT i just got a new stephen king book for Christmas and I'm hoping once im done working nights I'll have enough energy to actually sit and read it!!!

Current Obsessions: the biggest one i can think of is probably pokemon. Ive been going back and playing the older games. I REALLY wanted to play Sapphire but i can't find my original DS currently so i had to play alpha sapphire and it was okay but i got bored so i played some Silver and now im playing X and i don't think ive played it all the way through cuz I don't remember the things that are happening. But yeah, the little pokes have bewitched me!!

Tagging: @steveshairychest @legitcookie @kkpwnall (no pressure tagging just if y'all wanna!!!)

[amporella]

hi! this is mpreg anon from a few months back lol. i just wanted to say i finally got to reading the fic and im sooo!!!!! sobbing and crying, a puddle of love on the floor! you were right. i Know now why you talked about it often.

i really love holly's stankyle. theres something about them that feels very.. desperate? like they know they belong together and sometimes not even physical touch can satiate that need/want?? idk! but agh! i love them sm. holly is also really good at capturing the overall weirdness of south park and thats why she can come up with aus/ideas that are weird or silly and make them work. i also really appreciate that she went for kinks/tropes that not many people give style.

something else i really loved about this fic was that it felt very like.. omg a dream come true in a way? sometimes i just wanna read a fic where stan and kyle do fuck all all day, just real type of normal maybe even domestic shit and its just them. and this fic came pretty close to that? they are so wrapped up in each other and have so much love to give and g OD i thought the baby was gonna come in and ruin that or like i was gonna get annoyed w the baby but no!!! 😭 i was so neutral about elway in the beginning and was actually loving how kyle was thinking/approaching the whole thing. idek when that started changing?? before they talk about the name elway though. and when she was finally born and the days kyle spent fighting to get her?!! and then he gets her and its the three of them and its like.. yeah.. okay, she's perfect. she really is a miracle stan and kyle created and theres no way she could ever come between them bc stan and kyle's love is endless, its forever and ever, they can share that love with their child 🤧

as for creek, hmm. i think craig and tweek just arent characters i've seen holly write for and like? so even though they are/were together i just didnt rly care for them u_u. im really glad i started finally reading fic where theyre not together in style fics though. it still hurts a bit lmao but ive been enjoying some stories i had passed on before and stuff and yeah, ty for giving me that little push >w<!!!

sorry this ask is so long! i didnt want to bother you every time i finished a chapter lol. i was also going through some stuff and this fic was the only thing keeping me sane. and actually i have just the epilogue left but im so sad its gonna be over after that so i've been delaying it :(! but yeah, aahhhh herbert garrison's night school for unwed fathers enjoyer 🫡 TY! 💙💚

YOU HAVE NOOOO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM THAT YOU READ THE FIC AND SENT ME THIS AMAZING ASK??? I saw this in my inbox and immediately went to my friends and like BRAGGED ABOUT GETTING THIS? I'm going to respond to every part so bear with me but in the meantime THANK YOU!!!

I think you are so so right about them being desperate... it is key for stanky that regardless of how close they get physically, it's like it'll never be enough? Like they are soulmates in every sense of the word, and can never actually satiate their pull... SIGH!!!! IT'S TRUE!!! And holly's ability to nail absurdity is absolutely one of her strongest suits, and something that definitely contributed to how iconic she is. South Park is an absurd show, and holly meets it with such absurdity that Stan and Kyle can stay perfectly in character, because so many of her plots are something that could legitimately BE a South Park episode involving the characters when they're older. Like, Craig and Clyde fucking in the Marsh shed and Craig telling Sheila Kyle needs a psych eval? A+, can and will happen at some point. It's so ridiculous yet somehow believable, and the mpreg fic is literally the BEST example of it. It's a concept that's frankly a huge turnoff for a lot of people (understandably), but she puts it in such a light that she makes it appealing for a ton of people. It's one of those fics that i would recommend even to the most vehement mpreg hater, because there IS something about it that differentiates it from typical fics like that.

AND DESCRIBING IT AS A DREAM COME TRUE IS SO CORRECT? Everything you said in that third paragraph specifically was so fucking real. The fic starts off as such an absolute disaster situation, and despite the multiple disasters along the way, you can absolutely tell that it was like fate in a way? Holly does an incredible job of balancing the understandable stress with the joy and all the happy moments, as well as acknowledging the fact that in the end, Elway seriously did enrich both of their lives. I LOVE THAT YOU POINTED OUT HOW YOU WERE WORRIED ABOUT THE BABY COMING BETWEEN THEM... because it's true!!! It's such a real concern, but she is so good about wrapping it up; the scenes after Kyle gets Elway feel like a dream sequence in how floaty and happy everyone is, and while reading it I was like (as someone who does not want kids), huh. Maybe I need to have a baby? LOLL but seriously you are so right. It IS endless and now they have even more love to go around because of Elway... whatever. WHATEVER!! I'm not even crying. I'm NORMAL!!!!

I totally get your feelings about creek!! I ended up feeling kind of similarly. I'm happy you started expanding your horizons!!! There's nothing wrong with sticking with exclusively creek fic, obv, but there are some real gems out there if you're able to push some of the icks to the side. And maybe you'll even figure out a new ship you like? I remember that I was afraid to read Other People's Tupperware at first because Tweek is literally dead, and Craig hooks up with Kenny? But then I decided to read it (and felt neutral about it!) and it was valuable to me. And then when I read it a few years later, I really loved it. It got me thinking that first time!!! I'M HAPPY I COULD HELP GIVE YOU THAT PUSH!!!

Talking about holly (or any other fic) to me will NEVER bother me so pls feel free to do so!!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE EPILOGUE!! It is sweet and so delightful. AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I CAN EVER GIVE YOU ANY OTHER SUGGESTIONS!!

Thank you SOO much for this ask!! It seriously made my day.