#gimme that sweet sweet hand symbolism!

[peaches2217]

Things that make me weak: a comprehensive list

1. Any and all references to and/or visuals of Peach’s soft, small hands in Mario’s large, strong hands

2.

[lyneira]

♤ gimme just a little taste ♤

SMUT - MINORS DNI

-> their favorite part about eating you out + how they prefer to eat you out (split into two parts!)

fem!reader x genshin men / cw: cunnilingus, fellatio, face riding

Their Favorite Part About Eating You Out

Watching your face as he pleasures you

Zhongli, Albedo, Thoma, Kazuha, Tighnari

Your pleasure is his pleasure, so when he can see how much of it he's giving you, its enough to make him just as happy (and therefore enough to make a tent form in his pants 😏) Nothing compares to watching the numerous blissful expressions on your face as his mouth works wonders on your pussy: watching the blush on your cheeks grow deeper, watching your brows furrow from the intensity of pleasure, seeing your lips slightly parted as you panted and moaned at his touch, then at times biting your lower lip as he sucked and circled the tip of tongue on your pearl with relentless precision.

It reassured him that he was treating you so well, that he'd smile into your lips knowing that he was the one who put you in such bliss, and he's the only one who'll be able to see it.

When you'd then tighten your grip on his head, cry out his name, and finally pour yourself into his mouth, he'd look up to admire your exhausted face as he savored your taste, and would again smile, "You look beautiful, love". And if you blush or get flustered, he'll be inclined to go down on you once more to see more of that adorable expression.

Being able to hear you more

Xiao, Alhaitham, Dainsleif, Ayato, Cyno

Sure, these guys are more on the reserved side and don't tend to speak too much, but they'd find better use of their tongue than using it for meaningless chit-chat. In fact, they'll use their tongues to make you talk for them instead. With each lick to your sex, each suck on your folds, and each rub of his tongue against your walls, they'd want to hear your moans and gasps, to hear their name fall breathlessly from your lips, to hear how good they're making you feel, and they'd even want to hear your incoherent babbling as you were approaching your high. They'd want to hear it all. (even more so if you're just as quiet as they are, they'll do all they can to draw out such rare, delicious sounds)

Other than the trembling of your thighs around his head and the squeezing of your walls around his tongue, these sounds told him that you needed him terribly. He needed you too, and he'd show it in the way he'd keep his tongue buried in your heat, probing deep to find and massage that sensitive spongy spot that could elicit more whines from you.

And when he finally finds it, your cries and sighs of pleasure would come as a melody to his ears, and he'll make sure that you sing your song throughout the entire night by making you come over and over again.

Being able to intake your essence

Baizhu, Kaveh, Gorou, Scaramouche, Diluc

He loves eating you out as he's able to drink in the sweet nectar that he had long thirsted for, drinking it so earnestly as if it were from the fountain of youth. And that's exactly the effect you had on him: you restored him with the entirety of yourself: from your soul, which he finds so beautiful, to your warm, soothing touch that reassures him that he isn't alone, to your essence which you pour out for him when he's making love to you, and so much more. Therefore, to intake your nectar was a symbol of how much you filled him with you and your love.

Also, your lower lips were always drinking him in whenever he was deep inside of you, so it's only right that he drink yours. He'll first plant feathery kisses up and down your entrance, causing a shiver to run up your spine at his gentle touch, then he'll give your lips a passionate deep kiss, before finally slipping his tongue in to drink, the intensity of his thirst being exposed in the way his lips smacked wetly against your pussy and through the obscene sucking sounds that would fill the room.

His hands would be clenching your thighs as he further dove his tongue in to taste you, and he'd hum with delight into your pussy, mumbling a "tastes so good, mmph". Regardless of much he had already drank, it wouldn't be enough. You would learn by the end of the night that he would be the very definition of "pussy-drunk"

Getting messy

Venti, Heizou, Itto, Childe, Kaeya

Similar to previous category, their favorite thing about eating you out is tasting your essence, but more specifically, they enjoy being covered in it as well. He believes that if his mouth isn't overfilled with your arousal nor his face stained with it, then he didn't do it right. He wants you to make an absolute mess of him just as he's making a mess out of you. That's the correct way to do it.

After all, being able to get you wet and him being soaked as a result of the pleasure he gives you swells his pride enormously (and his dick too 😏). He's going to slobber all over your cunt, broadly licking stripes up your folds, and will spit on it for smooth access for his tongue. With his nose applying gentle pressure to your clit and his tongue ravaging your insides, he'll easily make you cum.

After composing yourself from your release, take this opportunity to look at the sight of him: cheeks dusted red from the heat of being buried in between your thighs, half-lidded eyes looking up at you, shrouded in heavy lust and ecstasy, and most of all, notice the mixture of your arousal and his saliva dripping from both sides of his mouth, staining his chin and jaw.

The sight would be erotic, but don't you worry, he'll have you looking just like that when it's your turn with him soon enough ;)

How They Prefer to Eat You Out

Wants you to stand

Venti, Heizou, Kaeya

He doesn't mind getting on his knees for you at all and prefers to have you standing when he eats you out, especially if you're wearing a skirt or dress which he can hide underneath in. He gets a little privacy with your pussy since you wouldn't be able to see how he's pleasuring you, but oh boy will you be able to feel it.

He'll use his obscurity to keep you on your toes as you try to anticipate how he'll use his tongue next, but sorry dear, he's going to be unpredictable. He could be sucking on your clit, then go on to licking up and down your slit, and right when you think he's going to insert his tongue, he returns to licking your sensitive bud instead, earning a sudden thrust of your hips into his mouth. And all of your yelps, gasps, and flinching when he surprises you would please him all the more.

Wants you on your back

Ayato, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Baizhu, Cyno, Scaramouche

Enjoys having you on your back since it's a versatile position. Some days he'll enjoy having your legs wrapped around his head as he eats you out, other days, he'll prefer them hanging over his shoulders, or maybe he'd like to test your flexibility and see how far you can bring your knees up to your chest so that he can have a clearer view of your pussy.

Whichever way, he'll still be on top and can enjoy eating you out to his liking.

Wants you to sit on his face

Itto, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao, Diluc

Basically THIS TikTok audio LOL

Sit on his face like a chair. No, really, that's how he’d prefer to eat you out. Don't you dare worry about whether you're too heavy or not, he wants to feel your weight holding him down and wants to be suffocated in between your thighs. It would feel heavenly. Feeling the plush of your thighs holding his head still and feeling the heat emanating from your skin, your pussy, and from his breath makes everything all the more hot, both figuratively and literally.

He also enjoys the fact that you can easily ride his face too, in this position. With you grinding your heat into his mouth, he'll also be able to delve his tongue deeper into you.

69

Dainsleif, Tighnari, Albedo, Gorou, Thoma

He'd enjoy this position because not only is he pleasuring you, you're pleasuring him too. There's much more stimulation as you enjoy sucking his cock and he enjoys sucking your pussy. The pleasure becomes twofold, particularly when it comes to the reaction of one another. For every jerk of your hips, it becomes a thrust of his own, and for everytime you'd deep throat his cock, he'd delve his tongue into your cunt even deeper.

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[imajinxnation]

Hi! So I have two ideas for request on my mind. I will not ask you to fulfill two requests, I will be glad to read one of them.

So it’s up to you. Love your writing.

1. Constantine teaching Reader a magical skill, creating a heartwarming and intimate moment as they share knowledge and connect on a deeper level.

2. Constantine surprises Reader with a handcrafted magical charm or artifact that he created, imbued with protective and loving enchantments, symbolizing his commitment and affection.

Soft For You

John Constantine(2005) x Reader

SUMMARY // It's your birthday and your boyfriend got you a present.. What could it be??

TW // Fluff, Cussing, Slight Angst..

THIS!!!! I'M SO SOFT FOR HIM AGGGHHHHH!!!!

This is short and sweet cause I couldn't think of any other storyline..

ALL GIFS FROM PINTEREST

Unfortunately, you woke up alone in bed this morning. Great way to start your birthday! You were hoping to get some morning cuddles from your boyfriend, but only felt cold sheets beside you. Seems he had been out of bed for awhile. You went searching your apartment for him, but he was nowhere to be found, no note, no nothing.

Upset, you made yourself breakfast, suddenly not feeling very celebratory about turning a year older. You quickly eat your breakfast before deciding to go for a walk, needing some fresh air, hoping it would keep your mind off your absent boyfriend. On your walk, you noticed a stray cat on top of a trash can. You smiled and walked over cautiously, wanting to see if it was friendly and would let you pet it, luckily it was, and appreciated the pets.

"You know, one day he's gonna tell me when he leaves to do a job and NOT leave me high and dry.." You sigh, realizing you're talking to a fucking cat.

You stop petting the cat and head back to your apartment, the walk wasn't helping with your thoughts. Soon enough, you get back home and open the door.. wait. You locked the door when you left.

"John? You back?" You ask loudly as you close the door behind you.

"Yeah, just... uh, gimme a minute, I'll be right there!" He calls back.

You let out a breath of relief, glad it was just John and not someone who broke in. You set your jacket on the coat rack and left your shoes by the door. You're curious as to what he could be doing right now, and just as your about to head to your bedroom to check on him, he comes out, hands behind his back, as if hiding something.

You tilt your head, curious at what he had in his hands that he was hiding from me.

"Whatcha got there, John?" You gesture to him and what he has behind his back.

"..Nothing.." He replies.

You narrow your eyes at him and launch at him, trying to see what he has that he's acting suspitious about. He moves away and fights back, not letting you see for a second what he has.

"Baby (Girl/Boy), stop it, it's really nothing special!" He laughs, slightly nervous.

"If it's nothing special, then why are you trying so hard to hide it? Is this another one of your artifacts? You usually don't hide them here.." You reach behind him, but he avoids your grasp easily.

"Okay! Here, you can see, Jesus.." He throws the artifact to you. You catch it easily, quick reflexes tested, still working.

It's small and has the shape of a dog whistle, but with a chain and clasp to wear it. You turn it around and notice the markings on it, your thumb feeling the indents of where the metal was carved into.

"It's enchanted with a protection spell.. I enchanted it. Uh, you can also open it and put something inside if you want," he stratches the back of his neck, nervous about your reaction.

"..You made this?" You ask, your eyes flickering from the necklace to your flustered looking boyfriend.

"I just enchanted it and did the engravings, that's all.. Happy Birthday.." He says quietly, embarrassed.

You smile widely when he says those two words, eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas day. He's not paying attention when you hug him tightly, and end up making him jump from the sudden contact.

"Thank you, Babes, I love it," You tell him.

His eyes soften while you aren't looking, but still, he gives a nonchalant response.

"Yeah, yeah, you fuckin' sap," he says, facial expressions not matching his words, especially as he ruffles your hair. He rolls his eyes, but a soft smile graces his face, relieved you like his gift.

[lynzishell]

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Transcript:

Dawn: You’re here. Atlas: I’m here. I’m so sorry, Dawn. Dawn: Me too. Dawn reaches over to rest a hand on his shoulder. Atlas covers her hand with his, and they sit like this for a while, not saying anything.

Phoenix: Have you seen these yet? Asher: Not really. I saw a couple on Atlas’ computer when he first got home, but that’s it. Phoenix: I assume he told you what happened up there… with Dawn? Asher: Yeah.

Phoenix: How is he doing? I’ve been meaning to check in, but – Asher: Oh, no, you have enough on your plate. He’s doing okay though. Not sleeping well, but otherwise, okay. Phoenix: Nightmares? [Asher nods] Phoenix: Yeah. I remember those nightmares. Asher: What do you mean those nightmares?

Atlas: Hey, do you remember when we were kids, and we learned that some twins had their own language? Dawn: Oh my god, yes, and we tried to make our own. Atlas: Except we just made these weird random sounds and pretended to understand each other. Dawn can’t help but laugh when Atlas tries to imitate their old “language”.

Dawn: Oh, and we would pass each other notes in our secret code. Atlas: [laughing] There’s no way anyone was cracking that code! Dawn: That’s because there was no code! We’d just write symbols on paper and pass them back and forth [laughing] and I put so much effort into each one! Atlas: I know! There’d be thirty or forty intricate symbols on a piece of paper, never the same one twice. It was impressive, actually. Dawn: We thought we were so clever.

Phoenix hears muffled laughter coming from the bedroom and smiles at Asher.

Phoenix: He’s always going to be better at that than me, isn’t he? Cheering her up. Asher: [shrugs] Probably. But you knew to call him, and that’s not nothing. Phoenix: Maybe I should’ve called sooner. Asher: Eh, we’re here now. How are you doing? Phoenix: [exhales loudly] I don’t even know. I’ve been so focused on her.

[Asher nods quietly]

Phoenix: It’s weird. It feels like there’s something missing now. I mean, we’d planned on having a kid eventually, but it always felt like an abstract, far away thing. Like something we’d talk about in a few years or more. But now. It’s all I can think about. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more. Is that crazy?

Asher: Definitely not.

Phoenix: And now I’m worried that this was all too much for her. What if she doesn’t want to try again? What if it never happens, even if we do try? I don’t know…

Phoenix: I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Asher: Sounds like you’ve been needing to talk to someone. I don’t mind listening. Phoenix: Thanks. Normally, I’d go talk to Aurelio, but I haven’t wanted to leave. She was really starting to fucking scare me. Asher: She’ll be okay. Phoenix: [clears his throat] I hope so.

Atlas: I kept one, y’know. Dawn: You did not! Atlas: I did. You had doodled all around the edges, and clearly spent a lot of time on it. I don’t know, something about it felt important, like I needed to keep it, so I did. Dawn: Oh, I bet I know which one it was. Atlas: Yeah? I’ve always wondered, what does it say?

Dawn: Hold on let me see if I can remember it… [thinking]… Okay I got it, ready? Atlas: Yep. Dawn: It says, ‘Today I am sad / As long as you’re my brother / My heart will be glad.’

[Both laughing]

Atlas: Stop! You wrote me a haiku? Dawn: I tried. I counted and recounted the syllables so many times. Atlas: Dawn, that is so sweet! I’m keeping it forever.

Dawn: Aw, I’m glad you’re here. Atlas: Me too. Asher’s here too, and we brought his dog. Do you want to come out and say hi? Dawn: Yeah, I’d like that. Can you stay for dinner? Atlas: Sure. Gimme a hug first though. I’ve missed you.

Atlas: Listen to me. Don’t start shutting people out again, okay? Dawn: I know. I didn’t mean to. I just… I couldn’t stand to see the pain I’ve caused him. Atlas: You didn’t cause anything; it wasn’t your fault. And he needs you now just as much as you need him. Dawn: … Is he angry? Atlas: No, he’s just worried.

Atlas: It’s okay if you need time to grieve, but you’ve gotta eat. You have to take care of yourself. Dawn: I will. Atlas: Promise me. Dawn: I promise.

[sunflowerandstrawberryspice]

Oh you want hot buff lady? Well I am VERY happy to oblige because I like hot buff ladies too!

So from the first time Nya came on screen I immediately got "Chill tall girl energy" and I just love her so much. I love that fact that she's constantly saving the guy's sorry asses and they're just like "Sorry Nya". And you can NOT tell me this gal ain't buff as hell, like she saw everyone else training and she was like "gimme a piece of that!"

I love her dynamic with Kai it's just so sweet and her relationship with Jay is the epitome of "Tall girlfriend/short boyfriend" and also "Two very ADHD goblins but in very different ways" though Idk if I ship it but I don't have any major problem with it, though her and Pixel might have been cute idk. (Also lets be honest with ourselves Cole and Nya were literally never gonna happen but I do think that she taught him how to do eyeliner.

I feel as if I should mention that Ninjago does indeed pass the Bechdel test because her and Pixel talk mechanics a lot and she also talks to Skylor multiple times about a variety of things! So yeah bet y'all weren't expecting that one!

Anyhow as for her outfit I went with a very tech-wear aesthetic because I just though it fit, I threw her ninja symbol fucking everywhere and I had so much fun with her shoes. I don't think she would wear this while working or anything, more like an out on the town ordeal or just generally when she doesn't have to get her hands dirty.

In conclusion I love Nya she carries literally and figuratively!

[sunflowerandstrawberryspice332]

Oh you want hot buff lady? Well I am VERY happy to oblige because I like hot buff ladies too!

So from the first time Nya came on screen I immediately got "Chill tall girl energy" and I just love her so much. I love that fact that she's constantly saving the guy's sorry asses and they're just like "Sorry Nya". And you can NOT tell me this gal ain't buff as hell, like she saw everyone else training and she was like "gimme a piece of that!"

I love her dynamic with Kai it's just so sweet and her relationship with Jay is the epitome of "Tall girlfriend/short boyfriend" and also "Two very ADHD goblins but in very different ways" though Idk if I ship it but I don't have any major problem with it, though her and Pixel might have been cute idk. (Also lets be honest with ourselves Cole and Nya were literally never gonna happen but I do think that she taught him how to do eyeliner).

I feel as if I should mention that Ninjago does indeed pass the Bechdel test because her and Pixel talk mechanics a lot and she also talks to Skylor multiple times about a variety of things! So yeah bet y'all weren't expecting that one!  

Anyhow as for her outfit I went with a very tech-wear aesthetic because I just though it fit, I threw her ninja symbol fucking everywhere and I had so much  fun with her shoes. I don't think she would wear this while working or anything, more like an out on the town ordeal or just generally when she doesn't have to get her hands dirty.

In conclusion I love Nya she carries literally and figuratively!

(PS. if you’ve already seen this elsewhere it’s because that was my other account cause I thought I lost this one)

[4izawas]

— 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 ; 𝐦. 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: this would be their very last secret rendezvous, so they had to make it special, right?

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: my hero academia. | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: melissa shield/f!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 2.31k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: spoilers for mha s6, fem!reader, all might’s daughter!reader, minor deku slander??, symbol of peace!reader, bad father/daughter relationship, fingering, cunnilingus, orgasm, plot building, nonsexual amputation, canon divergence.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

ever since they’d met back up during their first winter break in college, each visit was always the same: y/n would tug her away to some hidden area of the home she shared with her dad and would either eat her out until she screamed into a pillow or finger her until she cried. the majority of their time spent was with each other or all together with their fathers, laughing and acting like they’d hardly seen each other in swimsuits, much less completely naked — and melissa liked it that way. she liked having the knowledge of how soft and kind the normally cold y/n yagi was when she held her in her arms, and knowing that the all the soft, sweet words y/n whispered into her ear as they fucked were just for her ( and that no one else had ever heard them before ) was icing on the cake. 

having y/n all to herself in ways the woman would never be shown to the world was reward enough for the years melissa had spent pining after the current symbol of peace in japan. 

as she knelt between melissa’s shaky thighs, the edge of her prosthetic glinting in the low light as it’s hand gripped one of said thighs, y/n’s fingers crook up perfectly inside her, pressing brutally across her swollen g-spot in a way that makes her see stars. “o-oh god!” melissa cries, and y/n claps a hand over her mouth immediately, her eyes wide and dark with both lust and alarm. melissa looks at her through tear filled eyes, confused as to why she’d done it. 

“lower your voice — we wouldn’t want our fathers to hear us, now would we?” y/n hisses lowly, a dark look flickering through her eyes in a way that made a fresh surge of slick gush from melissa’s pussy as realization washed over her features and she returned to pushing into her childhood friend’s touch. 

“gimme — gimme more!” she whines into the flesh of y/n’s hand, and while muffled, her words have the desired effect; y/n presses her body against her and buries a second finger into melissa’s hungry snatch. 

“what a desperate little cunt you have,” the younger woman growls,taking her hand off of melissa’s mouth. “your little hole’s so fucking needy for my fingers — how often did you play with it until you came after finding out i’d be arriving soon?”

“every — every day!” melissa gasps, and y/n laughs so lowly that she can feel the vibrations in her chest before biting the fat of the blonde’s thigh, making her whimper. 

“what a fuckin’ sight you are, princess — and it’s all mine, isn’t it?” she purrs, the possessiveness curled around the question sending a jolt of heat to melissa’s core. 

the desperation of y/n’s possessive nature when it came to her was always something that excited melissa. the urge for her to claim something and refuse to share it as she’d shared so much else ( her father with all of japan, his quirk that was her birthright with a stranger, the limelight of hero work with said stranger, and so on ) was strong in her. the blonde was not unaware of the bitter feelings y/n felt towards her father and the protege he’d chosen years ago when y/n had been fifteen that seemed to follow him everywhere; she’d listened more times than she could count to her friend’s angered mutterings about midoriya izuku and her father, often speaking of ‘the symbol of peace and the child he chose’ alongside the ‘daughter he was forced to keep’, musings that never failed to send pangs through melissa’s chest as her heart ached for her friend. she’d never felt such abandonment, as her father was more than loving and attentive, and there were times where she just couldn’t understand the way y/n was feeling; it always upset y/n, being misunderstood, and she’d always revert to her colder attitude when these moments sprung up between them, returning to her own world of exercise and endeavors to best her classmates and finally catch her father’s attention. 

all of this had more or less come to a head when she’d lost an arm fighting the symbol of fear after the attack that webbed across japan the day tomura shigaraki and all for one had merged and become one being. eraserhead had lost an eye and a leg in that fight on the same ground that day, though for vastly different reasons; after being shot by a deleter round, he’d cut off his own leg. becoming woozy from blood loss, he’d lacked the speed to escape the way shigaraki clawed at his face and had lost an eye. y/n had kicked the villain away after and had picked up eraserhead where he’d fallen unconscious, shouting for the other heroes and her classmates to handle him until she got back, but the villain had lunged for her after regaining his wits. forced to make the decision between sacrificing herself or her teacher, she chose herself, turning so her body would shield his and casting up one arm while cradling him as best she could in her dominant one; with eraserhead’s quirk out of the picture, shigaraki’s decay quirk had been in full effect, and the moment his fingers locked around her wrist it began a length of spiderwebbed cracks across her flesh. she’d kicked him away again, this time farther, and after snarling out a cry of pain had used a sharp length of metal debris sticking up from what was left of a building to hack of her own arm by swinging it backwards towards it, cutting it off just beneath the elbow before decay could take the entire thing all while her classmates and the pro heroes on the scene with her watched in horror. 

it had all happened in only a few seconds. 

she’d carted eraserhead off then, finding a safe place for him before returning to the fight, where she’d joined the other heroes and had saved endeavor’s life twice before succumbing to blood loss. she’d been carted off to the hospital then, and her sudden amputation had been treated ( alongside her other injuries ); regardless, because of the way she’d cut it off, it had scarred terribly. 

after her initial injury, all might had been sent into an absolute panic. melissa still remembered the call she and her father had gotten, her pseudo-uncle sobbing into the phone as he told of what had happened. even as they spoke, she and her father had been boarding a private jet, arriving in japan within a few hours. they’d arrived to find all might a mess at y/n’s bedside, where she was well into being comatose. they’d settled in with him, and the following two weeks had felt pretty much the same ( aside from spotty visits by y/n’s homeroom teacher towards the end when present mic wheeled him in at his insistence ) until she’d finally opened her eyes. all might and melissa’s father had both been asleep, and melissa had been dozing off, but her eyes had burst open when something was dropped on the floor and someone had cursed quietly. she’d looked over the room to see y/n dressing herself and had gotten upset, but regardless had helped her as much as her younger friend would allow, then walked with her to the roof. 

“i can still feel it,” y/n had told her, smiling bitterly while looking out over the view they had. “it’s a strange feeling. hurts like hell, but i can still — can still snap my fingers. there’s just no sound.” her voice had cracked when she said that, and melissa had felt a stabbing pain in her heart, but she’d not known what to say — so instead she took y/n’s remaining hand in her own and had stayed. 

that day, their relationship had become unwavering. 

all might had apologized to y/n after calming down from the panic attack induced by her absence ( hell, a good portion of the hospital, patients and staff, were panicking over her disappearance, but when present mic had rushed to the roof after the thought hit him and had found him, all had been calm again ), but she’d brushed it off. melissa hadn't said anything, but she’d been more than proud when she realized that y/n was letting it go and making her own way rather than clinging to a life she felt she deserved ( she did, this was something melissa thought often, but never vocalized ). all might, unfortunately for him, had been crushed, but there had been no time for further conversation as a nurse had come in to change y/n’s bandages; that had been the first time melissa saw where y/n had amputated her arm, and it made her heart ache. it was healing, but clearly would scar terribly, something the nurse warned her of; she said she didn’t care, and melissa knew that she meant that, but that hadn’t stopped her from pushing off all of her other work to make a prosthetic that could withstand the strength of y/n’s quirk ( and she had; one of her proudest moments had been showing up unannounced to ua and offering it up to her, watching her absolutely demolish a training course with it afterwards ). 

she’d been back on her feet sooner than was advised, but regardless had helped end the war that had started so long ago. midoriya izuku, the former bane of her existence, had become nothing more than a speck-like annoyance of her past as she shut him and a handful of others out to focus on her hero work — but never melissa. no, after the war, y/n had clung to two friends she’d made in her first year, and when the three of them graduated ua, she and they had joined melissa in california as the two girls followed in their father’s footsteps and her friends made their own ways in life. alongside other inventions, melissa made stronger and stronger prosthetics for y/n, meant to withstand ten times the weight of her borderline inhuman quirk, and the two worked together to ease the world from the grips of any villains they had to fight. fame had found them quickly, and when the time to return to japan came for y/n and her companions, melissa was quick to want to join them — college be damned — but y/n had told her no. 

her points had been good, advising her to finish all of her college routes and claim the two phds waiting for her and then join her in japan if she still felt so inclined, and melissa had to begrudgingly agree that this was the wiser choice before following through — but this hadn’t stopped y/n and her father from visiting whenever breaks were set for melissa ( toshinori would do anything if it meant the potential for a true relationship with the daughter he didn’t realize he craved, and if visits to california to see david and melissa pleased her, then he’d said he’d make as many as she desired ), and then sometimes even when she didn’t have any — though their fathers were more than unaware of these… special visits. 

now melissa was in her final year of college. this was her final winter’s break. she was so close to the end, so close to being able to see and touch y/n every single day — and they both knew it. after this break, y/n would have to remain in japan for at least five months to ensure her place in the popularity polls as well as her spot as the number one hero, a title she’d held for the last seven  years regardless of any attempts from former classmates or up-and-coming heroes and heroines. because y/n would have to stay away for so long, they were both determined to make this last visit more than memorable — because it was the last visit, wasn’t it? melissa would be living with y/n and her two friends in their shared house after this, there would be no more call for visits when they were intertwined so closely. 

melissa lets out a shriek when y/n sucks her clit into her mouth, clapping one of her hands over her mouth as the other fists around what she could grab of y/n’s hair. her eyes roll back to face the ceiling, her toes curling and her legs threatening to give out from under her as y/n lapped at her clit and curled her fingers inside her just right. slick soaked her cunt and dripped down her thighs messily as y/n made easy work of her, coaxing an orgasm from her depths like a musician urges a song from an instrument. melissa’s entire body spasms, and she screams shrilly into the flesh of her hand before her entire body falls limp, her legs giving out beneath her as her body spasms. y/n catches her, just as she’d trusted her to, and cradles her close while sucking the remaining slick from her fingers. 

she lifts melissa up, carrying her off to the nearby bed in the bedroom they’d hidden away in, then gets comfortable between melissa’s legs. 

“i — i can’t — i’jus’ came!” melissa whimpers, but y/n just chuckles lowly, a grin both wicked and lazy twisting her handsome features. 

“be more grateful, honey — i haven’t gotten to cum at all, and here i am willing to make you feel good! so why don’t you sit back and spread those sexy legs for me so i can see what i’m about to feast on?”

and melissa does exactly as she’s told — after all, they had both promised to make this memorable, didn’t they?

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[sunmoonjune]

keyboard warrior returns bc im currently rereading ltm for some healing and overall good vibes and over the days my notes just grew into this mammoth essay so what can we do 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

my shower thought when bug signs soojin is 'dead' is under what context did bug create that sign? ? like why did she need a sign for that 😔 and just in general how does she come up with signs that aren't used often like 'home' bc what i like to imagine is little yun, bug and soojin hidden away in some safe place when they have free time and just holding each others' hands so they can have little language lessons and make up signs and practice them until they remember them pls im going to combust into a billion little hearts

ch 5-6 are some of my fave chapters bc it's such a pivotal point in her relationship w some of hte members in ateez where they see for themselves the amount of trauma that bug has been through but then we also know in reality it's just the tip of the iceberg :((

bug diving to save hwa from the arrow and then hwa doing the same by covering her body with his. YES. SHOW BUG SHE'S WORTH PROTECTING. as much as i hate bug and ateez putting their bodies and lives on the line for each other daMn nothing beats this sort of angsty protectiveness. more pls 🤩🤩

literally got goosebumps when san just so naturally signed promise without realising before letting go of yun's hand. like the fact that it was just instinct for him is so so so cute

i think one of my favourite moments is when bug breaks out of her episode and signs to yun that she's tired, and he reassures her “Sleep, Tiny. I’ve got you now.” not just bc of my brainrot going 💓💓 @ yun calling me bug tiny but the amount of trust she puts into yun to take care of her whilst shes both emotionally and physically at her most vulnerable. and then we get yun carrying bug back to camp like a little baby i SWEAR SIZE DIFFERENCES MOONIE YOU'RE GONNA GIMME WHIPLASH SO BAD ONE DAY I'LL NEVER RECOVER

i love the amount of growth you can see already during bug's first episode with ateez and how GOOD they are for her bc 1) yun was able to break bug out of her episode w/o her needing to experience pain first 2) she's normally non-verbal for days after but she asked joong that very same day if she did good (OFC BUG YOU WERE THE BEST 🫶) 3) literally fell asleep to san's hushed comforts

pls when san was explaining the reason why he calls bug bug and she has the most adorable confused face that san wants to capture - i'm just imagining if ateez had access to a polaroid or some sort of camera with prints bc they would take such the CUTEST photos of each other and i can see them taking so so so many photos of bug (ofc only when she's comfortable with it bc ik she'd initially be so shy and insecure) and there would also be all these candid photos of bug looking at the other members with stars eyes and photos of the members looking at bug with heart eyes. and the reason i say polaroid or prints is bc bug will be all ?? what is this sorcery 🧐?? at first but then she'll come to have this one photo of ot9 that gets all creased and faded bc of how closely she keeps it with her all the time bc it's the most precious thing she owns and she'll literally throw hands before she lets anyone take it away from her 🥺 im so delulu rn im in love with bug

also on the note of bug's name, when san creates a symbol for her i just realised he uses a circle as part of it which i now know is 'home' and if that ain't the cutest thing 😭 idk if that was deliberate on your part but san unknowingly referring to bug as home has got me gOOD

let me send you the rest of my brainrot in a separate ask after i read through the remaining chapters bc wow this got long real fast and i was already trying to keep it short oop hope you're doing well moonie <33

AHHHHH DO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING!! I'M IN LOVE WITH ALL YOUR ASKS OMG KISS KISS YOU'RE SO SWEET <333

no but the way I saw this long ask and your second one in my inbox and literally had to stop what I was doing and take a few minutes to read because I was SO happy omg :}} these kind of asks make my entire WEEK I swear

please continue to send your mammoth essays I reread them ALL the time cause I love them so much <33

bug already having a sign for the word 'dead' implies something that will be hinted on in the next chapter so I'm glad you've brought it up ;) also yes I think she does come up with signs for things she doesn't use very often because there might have been a time she thought there was a chance she would use them :'(

and YES that is almost exactly how I imagined them making their little language,, sometimes soojin wasn't there (you'll partially see why in the next chapter ;) ) but they kind of had to seclude themselves away from prying eyes in the darkness of night when no one would look for them,, then they kind of just held hands and came up with their little symbols and repeated them until they stuck :") it took over a year or two before they had the widespread vocabulary they have now but they got there <3

chapter five and six were definitely the climb to the tip of the iceberg for sure,, ateez got to see some of her deepest traumas -- but I don't even think we've hit the tip of the iceberg yet ;) bug's past has only been hinted at so far and soon we will see the depth of it

the protectiveness ALWAYS hits for me xD I love it when characters act purely on instinct and that instinct says to PROTECT,, it makes me weak in the knees <3

also san picking up bug's language so naturally and instinctually signing it to his partners is the CUTEST thing <3

yun bringing bug out of the dark even though it's been like a decade since they were together was a HUGE moment for them :"D he was so unsure he'd still have that effect on her but she recognized him instantly <33 also I love the size difference too <3 makes me AASDIOHAF#%#!

I think honestly part of the reason bug opened up so well after her attack was BECAUSE there was no pain to bring her out of it,, she recognized that ateez had no intentions to harm her and it helped her recover just that much more :')

OH MY GOD THE BIT ABOUT THE CAMERA -- I'M IN LITERAL TEARS :"D

they so would take so many pictures of bug if she were comfortable with it and bug ABSOLUTELY would take on of the photos of all of them and carefully keep it folded in one of her pockets or buried in one of her scabbards so it was always with her,, it would get so folded and aged and one day ateez would find it and MELT with joy that she kept it so close to her for so long,, and they would definitely manage to recreate the picture or something so she could have another copy that wasn't so worn down :")

AND she so would NEVER let anyone take that picture from her omg,, feral bug would come out fr xD

hehe bug's name absolutely was deliberate to have the word 'home' in it,, just like joong's <3 san might not have known that yet but it still makes me happy that it's part of her name even if he hadn't known <3

I hope you're doing well too my love <33 thank you so so much for such a beautiful ask omg I love you so much <3

[charsawdeath]

❛ i’ll believe it when i see it. ❜ - Niss and Angel? (Gimme-A-Thrust)

❛ i’ll believe it when i see it. ❜ - Niss and Angel? (Gimme-A-Thrust)

-

(Short but sweet, quick flashback to fast forward deal)

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"I'm ganna be famous one day, Johnny! Just like Marilyn Monroe dere!" Tony dreams aloud as we walk alone through the empty streets of Brooklyn. 

We were waiting for a guy and trying to keep warm by moving.

He happened to see a board and a sign with someone famous all over it and couldn't help but blurt this out.

To someone who didn't believe him for a second!

I shove my hands into my jacket pockets and sneer, eyes dark upon my dream headed little brother, "I'll believe it when I see it, Tony!"

I push him off the walkway with my side and start walking faster, "Till den, you's better listen ta me n don't mess dis up or Pops will kill us both!"

"I will, Johnny! I'm telling'n ya!" Anthony calls and hurries on after me.

Any cover we had blown by his already famously loud mouth!

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"Not what I was tink'n but hey, dere I am!" my little 'taller' brother announced, pointing out a board with his face and name all over it.

'Porn star!' 'Playboy!' 'Sex Symbol!' 'Angel Dust!'

I grind my fangs together, bristle, and bark out before stepping away from him and his proud looking stance, "Good fucken job, Tony! A porn star!"

"My little kid brother-"

"Just fan-fucking-tastic!"

"How proud I fucken am ta know you's!"

@gimme-a-thrust

[ragingbookdragon]

Just Know It Takes It From Me To End This, Darling

Bruce Wayne x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Angst

Author's Note: First day back done and I am exhausted :') Enjoy! -Thorne

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She frowned as she held the phone to her ear, sniffing slightly to pull off the “I’m sick” fake; she’d taken the day off too, just so she didn’t have to see him, hopefully it had helped her with her façade. “I’m really sorry about dinner tonight, Bruce. This all just hit me out of nowhere and I’m really not feeling to hot right now.”

His smile was heard even through the phone. “You don’t have to worry about dinner. I’ll come by and drop some off. We could watch some—”

“No!” she panicked. “The last thing you need it to get sick too. Just—just gimme a day or two to get over this and I’ll see you again.”

“Are you sure?” he worried. “It’s not bother to me if I get sick. I want to take care of you, darling. You know when you feel bad, so do I.”

Oh, it tugged at her heart to hear those words. To hear that promise and she smiled tightly. “I’m sure, Bruce.” She coughed a little, hoarsely clearing her throat. “I’ll see you sometime soon. Goodnight Bruce.”

She didn’t wait for his response, pulling the phone from her ear to end the call. Her gaze shifted from the screen to the dark sky outside and a heavy-hearted sigh escaped her as she shoved her phone into her purse and left her apartment, bundling in a coat against the Gotham snow.

***

Another plop sounded from the stone dropping into the water and she propped her chin on her elbow atop the railing, gazing disinterestedly at the ripples. All she wanted to do was crawl into bed but her sheets, no matter how many times she washed them, smelled like his cologne, and the last thing she wanted to do was think about him. It’d been pure luck that Bruce had met her, and unfortunately fallen in love with her. A hopeless romantic more familiar with unrequited loves than anything else being wooed by the biggest playboy in Gotham City.

She sighed again, tossing another stone and someone coughed behind her; she jumped a foot in the air and gasped like a horrible protagonist in a cheap eighty’s movie, spinning to see Gotham’s Dark Knight before her.

Pressing a hand to her chest, she breathed, “Holy shit, you scared the crap out of me, Batman.”

“It’s not safe to be out here alone.” His voice was gruff and quiet.

She shrugged, turning back to the water. “Yeah, well, I needed to think.”

Feeling him beside her, she listened as he asked, “Is something the matter?”

“It’s nothing you should be concerned about, Batman,” she murmured. “Nothing important, at least.”

He watched her. “You’re (Y/N) (L/N). Bruce Wayne’s girlfriend.”

A loathing smile crossed her lips. “For now.”

“You’re going to leave him?”

She shrugged again. “I don’t know if I can. He’s…too sweet for me to bring it up.”

“How so?”

(Y/N) looked over, brows furrowed as she questioned, “Isn’t Bruce your benefactor? Why on earth do you want to know why I want to break up with him?”

Batman merely answered, “Because you seem like you need to talk it out.”

Her eyes darted to the water and all the emotion in her chest started to well up again. “It’s stupid.”

“Try me,” he encouraged. “Is something bothering you in the relationship?”

“No. Bruce he’s…he’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. Kind, attentive, funny. It’s just…”

“It’s just?”

(Y/N) met his gaze once more and whispered, “I don’t think I’m what Bruce needs.”

Even Batman seemed confused. “What do you mean?”

She gestured to herself. “I’m not a beautiful model that stars of the cover of the world’s greatest magazines or some super smart influential socialite. I’m a nobody from Gotham City and I feel that one day—” (Y/N) swallowed thickly against the lump in her throat, hand moving up and down in front of her chest as if it’d speak the words for her and pushed out, “One day he’ll wake up and realize there’s more for him than me.”

Letting out a shaky breath, she huffed pitifully, “Hell, I’ve never even been with anyone before Bruce. I was like a fumbling teen virgin the first time we had sex and honestly, I think I hid it well enough, but I’ve never been in a relationship before.”

(Y/N) wiped her face. “I’ve always chased love and tried so hard to be what people want but even then, I always got the whole, ‘I like you, but I just want to be friends’ spiel and just when I thought about giving up on love, Bruce Wayne walks into my life and says he’s in love with me.” She glanced over, voice soft as she whispered, “I dread the day he knows there’s someone better than me. Because I know there is and I feel like if I leave him now, it won’t hurt as bad as it would if it were however long down the line before it happens.”

Her fingers were shaky. “It’s embarrassing, this anxiety and lack of confidence but I’ve never known love like I have with Bruce. It’s everything you read about in those stupid cheesy romance novels, and I love every moment with him.” She shook her head. “But I can’t wait for him to break my heart.”

Batman took it all in, the tears in her eyes and on her cheeks, the fear yet love in her voice, the obvious feelings she had for him, and he smiled, reaching out to take her hand. “I’m not going to break your heart, (Y/N).”

She gaped at him. “Excuse me?”

“I love you, (Y/N).” he thumbed her hand. “And I don’t want a model or another socialite.” Bruce leaned forward and took her chin in his free hand, tipping it up as he murmured, “I want you.”

“I’m dreaming,” she blurted out. “I’ve obviously been hit by a car and am currently in some type of coma dream.”

He snorted. “No, I watched you leave your apartment and come here.”

(Y/N) frowned. “You were watching me?”

“You were faking sickness. I wanted to make sure you were okay,” Bruce replied defensively. “I worry.” She went silent. “Darling?”

“So, all that?” she whispered. “You…you’re not upset?”

“Darling,” Bruce admonished, taking her into his arms, wrapping her in the long Kevlar cape; she pressed her cheek to the bat symbol, his familiar cologne wafting up her nose. “I knew something was bothering you…but I didn’t know it was this that was upsetting you.” He caressed the back of her head. “I’m not upset with you. I was just waiting to see if you were going to voice it.”

“Sorry,” she murmured. “Just horrible anxiety and ill confidence.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for, (Y/N),” Bruce said. “If anything, I should be apologizing for not reassuring you sooner.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” He pulled back slightly and gazed at her, and even beneath the cowl, she could tell his eyes were full of love, only because the smile on his face told her so. “Would you like to get dinner with me?”

(Y/N) smiled tearfully. “Yeah…I’d love that.”

[milks-writings]

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ ｡⋆♡° ✫  ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ ｡⋆♡° ✫

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ PAIRING: Atsumu Miya x Male!Reader

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ WARNINGS: mention of stabbing, Hurt buT LOTS OF CUDDLES AND COMFORT AFTERWARD, mention of death (meaning of the red anemone)

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ REQUEST: all right so.. atsumu ⭐️ can you please write m!reader and him being teammates and reader being a big friend of osamu. he knows that reader is gay and in love with his brother, so he always like.. quietly supports him and takes care of him, helping with reader’s crush on his chaotic brother :D so imagine a training camp mhm, the team spends all the time together and reader has all this *gay panic* since atsumu is always there, near him (i also just can tell atsumu is damn handsy person) atsumu is mocking reader (in a loving way of course, cuz he crushes over a sweet boy himself) since reader is that shy and cute, but he doesn’t understand his words hurt him because reader is too sensitive to his words and actually thinks that atsumu is making fun of him. so just one day without any intense atsumu makes reader cry with his mocking and like.. he has no idea what to do and he’s like “eey.. wait.. wait! samu! he’s crying! what should i do?!” :0 please gimme some hurt/comfort 🤍

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ A/N: OMG YES ATSUMU REQUEST HASHDFHIXOANSDF THANKS SO MUCH I LOVE THIS MAN--

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ Masterlist

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ Scenario: After one loss would always follow one win

Shuffling over the court and leaving some squeaking noises behind was almost a calming sound that came to your ears, echoing through the big volleyball court. Between the two sides, of your teams side and the other teams side was only a net that divided the thick air. There would be always one team at least one point ahead, and depending on who it was, the air seemed to be bearable or rather toxic and suffocating.

It was only a training camp, yet the feelings were fatal. Each point would cause the opposite team to get panic, to fill up with the anxious feeling that screams ‘Just one point’

No one would give up so easily. No one wanted to give up so easily. It was just a training camp, yet it felt like their life depended on this whole game. Each point felt like the string was about to just cut into a half, but no one knew who would get the longer string since the scissors were wandering on the string, waiting for some random moment to finally break the nervous atmosphere and end this whole game that drove everyone insane. The heavy breaths filled the court with some kind of beat, since at this point everyone just wanted to rest, yet no one was ready to give up already. Until the last bit of power would they fight.

For a brief moment, you thought, only a brief second, Atsumu would look back at you. The tiring game must’ve made you delusional. It was quite some while since you guys played against such a great team, also known as Itachiyama. Osamu had told you quite often that Atsumu never really labelled himself with a sexuality, giving you at least some rising hope. Honestly, your crush towards him felt like trying to take care of an almost dead flower. And not just one flower, it was the well known  red anemone that symbolizes death or the act of forsaken love. For some reason, it never wanted to open up. The petals stayed up, risen to the sky and not showing the truth behind the facade of the red petals. The secret was just laying on the stigma of the flower, waiting to get opened like a present and to outshine everyone's appearances. But as long as the flower wouldn’t open, the love felt one sided.

The last point felt like a long moment of silence. It wasn’t a real game, yet it was laying heavily on your shoulders. Your team lost. Kita would be disappointed, but you just knew that he wouldn’t scold you. As a Libero it was literally your duty to keep the ball over the floor. Even if it was one centimetre, one finger between the ball and the floor, anything could be done to win this god damn game. For a moment, your mind tricked you into thinking that this was an actual game, but seeing the others just walking off with the words “thanks for the training game.”

Osamu already had taken place beside you with two bottles of water, passing you one of the ones he held while just letting out a small sigh. “That was intense” He admitted, and if he said such a thing he really meant it. He was fucking right. This game was intense.

The water slowly went down your throat, giving you a cool down and filling your senses with some refreshing thoughts, among with the thought of Atsumu.

That’s right, the boy you have a crush on, the boy who is the twin of one of your closest friends, Osamu Miya. It was like your thoughts had to manifest the boy that filled your mind with worries but also with dreams you never thought would come true. “Hey!” The setters hand landed on your shoulder, making your cheeks heat up and leaving a pinkish blush on them, almost like it was naturally after a hard game. But sadly the blush didn’t blend in, it rather made your red exhausted face ever worse. You could swear, for a moment the wind hit the anemone, almost opening the flowers with the sweet sound of the wind blowing but somehow the windflower stayed closed, not letting you enter yet.

“Ya wanna grab some food with me and ‘Samu?” Atsumu asked you, making you slowly nod in agreement.

It has been a curse or a blessing that Atsumu always suggested you three to hang out. Being around those Twins was like walking on a thin rope, over the water with shaky feet. You could never know what would happen, if the rope would just tear apart or if you would fall into the water out of balance and if anyone would safe you. “I didn’t even agree, jerk!” Osamu huffed out at Atsumu’s statement. And there they went again. Barking at each other like two mad dogs, yet they didn’t rip their heads off since they still loved each other as siblings. Osamu soon snapped out of it though, and gave you all his attention again. “Ya want onigiri?” His eyebrow raised in sync with his words, like the words were pulling it slowly up and the question mark set an end to the pulling, but instead tilted his head to the side. With slowly moving your head up and down as a nod, you answered his question. It was the first day of the training camp so the left overs from the drive to the training camp were still good and it would’ve been a pity to let them get bad. “Yer just tryna to get him fat!” Atsumu snapped at Osamu, somewhat sounding mad for something. You weren’t sure if Atsumu preferred skinny people -- or if he was trying to make sure that Osamu wouldn’t feed you too much so you could still eat together. Nevertheless, you didn’t take it personally, yet. Just brushed it off and moved on, thinking that nothing too bad could happen with ignoring that. “No I am not! Back off pisshair!” Osamu complained with a hiss. Sometimes he could only wonder how you could fall in love with such an idiot like him. “Let’s grab some food” You finally broke the heavy and almost hatred atmosphere that was among you three thanks to the twins. No one could blame them though. It was just a typical conversation between two siblings.

A small wind seemed to have blown over the flower when you three were sitting in the small cafeteria and chatted. The anemone was about to open, to show it’s real colour, but you got hit with the train of disappointment as soon as Atsumu let his guards down again and begun to mock you. “Yer aren’t in yer top form today huh?” Atsumu smirk only grew with the last words, beginning to push you into the corner of just a breakdown. “Not really” You honestly admitted. It always had been him mocking you, him pushing you off your edge emotionally. With pressing your lips together you hoped to swallow the slightly painful comment down your throat, but nothing seemed to help. “Yer gotta be more self confident!” Atsumu implied, almost complained about you. He wanted to help you. For the three people on the table, Osamu, Atsumu and you it was very clear that Atsumu cared about you, but the way he would say things would be sometimes sharp, like a stab in your heart. But in reality he would be patting your head and stabbing your negative feelings instead of you. “Listen, it’s not easy you know” Your voice laid hoarse in the room, creating a short yet uncomfortable silence. Just when Osamu was about to butt in, Atsumu had taken advantage of the situation. “What if yer-” Just as Atsumu was about to continue his sentence, the tears that you had swallowed down along with the rice balls had just came up, running down your cheeks. The mocking sometimes got overwhelming to you. All you wanted were sweet words, but all you got was sweet mocks. Of course, it was probably his way to tell you that he liked you… or not. “No no pretty boy don’t ya cry!” Atsumu’s voice was filled with worries and confusion, immediately jumping up and sitting besides you. Osamu, who sat on the other side of you, just let Atsumu be. He should take care of you. He was the one who thought that mocking was a way for flirting and a way of showing someone his love. “Osamu what should I do?” he asked confused, but his twin just carelessly kept eating the Onigiri, like you two had been ghosts.

The tears that had been just streaming down your cheeks were like a soft, yet meaningful wind that had blown over the red windflower. With the soft wind blow, the dead petals fell down onto the ground, and the flower opened like a present, showing of its beautiful colourful petals. They were glowing under the rain, almost like the sun kept on shining behind the clouds. If a human eye would get to see the bright presence of the flower, they could forget for a second about the rain that was pouring down. And if someone, who saw the flower opening up and showing their beauty, would see that it was actually a white anemone, just waiting to show their sincerity.

“Hey hey hey- I didn’t mean to hurt you!” Atsumu said while getting a hold of your hands, “I really like you, you know and I tried to flirt with you” It was like he begun to rant his heart out, not trying to find an excuse to hurt you, but to explain the situation to you. To make you understand better, to cheer you a little up. “Let’s uh… Let’s get some food, huh? Or a warm tea?” Atsumu offered, not letting you talk until now. The tears that had been streaming down your face became less and less after seeing the not red, but actually white anemone in his eyes. The rain stopped.

“You… you do like me?” Your voice was dipped in some spark of hope, and also sealed with some confusion.

“Do ya want tea?” “Atsumu do you really like me or did you use it to cheer me up?” “I am not sure,” “You have to give me an honest answer. Yes or no.” With a sigh the boy finally gave in. It was useless to fight with you now. “Yeah kinda like ya” a small pout formed on his lips, seeming to be rather a little embarrassed than pleased by saying that.

“I like you too” There was nothing to save or to destroy now. You had been at your end, emotionally, and Atsumu also just opened up like a book, letting you read whatever had been written deep down in his feelings and mind. “Yer want cuddles?”

That question took you off guard.

Cuddles was the last thing you would expect him to ask you, but could you say no?

With a small sob that had been still saved from the crying just a few minutes ago your head slowly motioned to a yes, making his goofy smile grow. “Good thing we share a room!” He cheered, ruffling your hair.

After that sentence you can guess what happened.

Lots of loving cuddles and hugs were exchanged this night.

After one loss would always follow one win.

«𝐛𝐲 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞»

[aravas-writing]

SailorOfMyVessel:

Realising that Jaune does porn, and fucked her MOTHER, Velvet tries to reconcile the boy she knows with the fuck machine she saw. When she confronts him It doesn't turn out well for her, but she doesn't think it's all that bad. In fact, she's having some trouble thinking at all. Or: Velvet learns she lacks her mother's stamina."

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She had to do this! She just had to!

Ever since she had realized that Jaune Arc was once in porn and had sex with her mom, Velvet couldn't get him out of her head.

Quite a few videos were watched afterwards, yet they only fed the bunny's intense curiosity further.

She called her mom up about this. Penelope confessed that the young man had been her best lay in the whole business, perhaps ever.

A ringing endorsement from a sex symbol like Lope Scarlet.

It was what broke the faunus, forging her resolve to ask for...ask for...

The resolve crumbled like cheap iron swung against steel. How could she even approach him?

Blackmail? No, he would hate her!

Seduction? Velvet didn't know seductive!

Ask him?

It was the best solution in her mind. She couldn't think of anything else that might work.

With that in mind and steeling her resolve, the brave bunny set out to her goal.

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"Oh hey, Velvet."

Abort, abort! She lied, she wasn't ready! Somebody help her!

"Is something wrong? Can I help?"

She had to think it....

"You might..." oh my gods, that sounded so cliche! "N-n-n-not here though," she stuttered out in her nervousness.

Thus, she dragged Jaune away and towards some unused room. Lucky her that there were a lot of those at Beacon.

"I know!" Great going, Velvet.

He tilted his head to the side. " What do you know?"

"You were...porn star." She said it!

"Ah." He sounded....weird. Wary. "And what do you want to do?"

Velvet's blush became nuclear as he said that. Her foot dug a small hole into the floor as she shyly twirled it on the spot. "Well, my mom told me that you starred with her, and I saw a video, and..." She trailed off after that, losing confidence again.

"Your mom? Wait!" His eyes went wide in recognition. "You're Lope's daughter?!"

"Sssh! Yes, and her real name is Penelope." The poor bunny was frazzled beyond belief, and the blonde porn star yelling out such a thing didn't help. What if someone overheard?

"Okay, okay!" He laughed, seeming more at ease now. "And here I thought you would try to blackmail me. Honestly." He laughed again. "So did you want to chat? How is your mom, anyway? I haven't seen her since...well, a while."

"She's fine- Wait, that's not what I wanted!"

"Hm?" The way Jaune looked at her was too innocent for someone who could keep pace with Lope Scarlet to have!

"I...Well, I kind of...wanted to...try."

"Try?" He wondered before it dawned on him. "Oh. Oh! Oh, you mean..."

"Yes," she nodded fervently, not trusting herself to be able to say it. "Please."

He breathed in deeply before looking at Velvet, his gaze suddenly changed. Where there once was friendly innocence now was the smoldering stare of a man who knew what he could do to her.

"I didn't expect it from you, Velv," he admitted with that sensual voice she once heard him speak in, in one of his videos. "Being so naughty, that is."

"Yes," she squeaked out, shuffling in place as he approached her. "I..I am naughty."

"You naughty bunny." He was caressing her face! What could she do with this?!

"Say it," he demanded, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

"I'm a naughty bunny."

"Good girl," he told her. Velvet wanted to melt into a puddle; how did her mother do this?!

His hand found her boob, a thumb gently going over it. Then his hand cupped her hidden breast and started to gently caress it, his other not moving away from her flushed face.

She couldn't bear it. "Gimme," she pleaded. She needed it right away before she went nuts!

"What?" How could someone like that turn into such a tease?! Was it her?? Did he just want to tease her? A thumb ran over her lower lip, goading her into suckling on it like she had seen in movies.

"I wanna fuck," she finally got out as her lips snatched up the appendage, relishing the sudden surge of euphoria as she did. The bunny's eyes lidded, she sucked on his thumb as his other hand explored her breast.

"If you want me to stop, just say so," he warmed her as his hand left her face, trailing lower and lower, beneath her legs. With hitched breath, she felt him press up against her clothed snatch.

"So wet," he chided, entirely in his character . "So naughty."

"I'm a naughty little fuck bunny," she agreed as he pulled off her panties. She wanted to fuck, so she got to fuck, no foreplay involved.

Just like she wanted it for this. She would just lose confidence again otherwise.

Velvet wiggled in place as his fingers suddenly dug into her pussy, crying out in pleasure as he did. Jaune was playing her like an instrument, and she loved it.

"Pleeease," She whimpered regardless as the heat pooling in her gut became unbearable.

"Are you sure?" The blonde let his pants fall down, revealing a slowly hardening cock. "Are you sure you want to go so fast?"

"Yes! Yes! Just...please fuck me!"

He chuckled, then leaned in, whispering into her ear.

"If you insist."

His red crown, the one she had seen in video so many times before, was now approaching her pussy, ready to conquer her like it had so many before.

The anticipation was killing her, even as his cock prodded at her entrance, hardening even more until it was at full mast. Her pussy lips parted ever so slightly, allowing it in, yet it didn't.

Velvet whimpered as his dick just prodded at her soaked entrance, refusing to go inside. Finally, she snapped, and her foot thumped on the floor.

"I said: fuck me!" She grabbed a very surprised Jaune by the buttocks and pressed him inside.

It was too much at once. Velvet came as the blonde bottomed out with a surprised gasp. Her whole body shivered under her climax.

"Holy...Velvet, are you okay?" He broke character to make sure she was alright.

Of course she was! If her mom could do this, then she could as well! The bunny girl moved her hips aggressively against his, making sure that his cock pressed against every sweet spot inside of her.

He needed to cum inside her, even as his dick drove her wild! She needed to prove that she actually was her mother's daughter, not some shrinking violet but a sexy girl.

"Holy crap, Velvet!" Jaune gasped out, yet showed no sign of cumming. He breathed in sharply with every thrust of hers against him. "Okay...if that's what you want."

With his piece said, he grabbed onto the thighs of Velvet's spread legs and hammered away, causing the bunny to cum again and again.

"Oh damn, that's hot!" He gasped out as he witnessed multiple orgasms of hers. Velvet smiled through the waves of pleasure; there he had it! She really was-

"You want it inside?" Jaune grunted as his arms lifted her legs, his hips holding her against the wall before resuming to ravage her. She nodded frantically, her bunny ears flopping with the movement.

"Good."

Then she felt something hot and sticky flood her before she passed out.

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"A literal hare trigger," Jaune chuckled as he made sure Velvet was decent again. He had expected many things, but not for his adorable upperclassman to try and have sex with him.

Still, it was weirdly fun, to get to act a role again. There was just that certain thrill to it...

[imhereforbvcky]

Watch Me Run - Part 17

Masterlist  -  Series Masterpage  -  Part 18

Summary: You inherit a family relic that gives you the gift of foresight but there are others who are interested for more nefarious reasons. You turn to the Avengers for help. (Bucky x reader)

Chapter: You finally make contact with the Avengers again but everything is not as it seems. Or rather everyone.

Word Count: 1928

A/N: the next 2 chapters are more “Move the damn plot, Mee!” than “yes, brain! Deliver some flowing, symbolic prose!” I’m not thrilled about it either, but here we are.

The village was small. Hearty in the way towns are that have crawled out of the wilderness, just barely keeping the wild at bay. It was rugged and worn, and if you’d been there by yourself, you’d have passed right through without marking it.

Bucky pulled the creaking truck beside one of the larger single-story buildings. You’d have guessed the shutters hadn’t been painted since they were installed sometime in the late 1960s. The windows were probably last cleaned around the same time. The concrete wouldn’t need painting. No, eventually it would crumble into the dust whence it came.

For now, the entire side of the building had taken on a soft brown patina; decades of road dust streaked grey with the steady drip of melting snow and ice. Most couldn’t have picked it out of a line-up from the other buildings. Nothing distinguished this one as a government building except the sign in the filthy window of the door advertising its hours of operation. You doubted very much if their adherence was strictly enforced.

“Only library with wifi for the next hundred miles,” Bucky had told you as he gassed up the truck for the drive. You’d yawned and handed him a coffee in a white styrofoam cup. The liquid was black and cloudy as the sky overhead. Even the 3 creams you’d dumped into yours had done little to brighten the stale, hefty brew.

The library door groaned when Bucky drew it open for you. Not the gentle squeak of a place welcoming a new guest. No, this was the deep angry howl of a door stubborn and calloused in its disuse. The woman scowling at you from behind the counter stood as the physical embodiment of the very sound. Grey wisps of hair tumbled out of a hastily tied knot, a worn and grease-stained flannel hung on heavy shoulders over top of a fading wool knit. The collar had begun to fray long ago, as had this woman’s patience.

“Hi.” You offered as pleasant a smile as you could find, a customer service smile, though you were the customer.

The frown didn’t budge one millimeter. Her eyes though, turned to Bucky when he stomped heavy boots on the rug at the door. Muddy slush from the day-old snow dropped off his boots in clumps.

“Please wipe your boots outside,” she scolded.

“The snow’s right up to the door—“

Her head snapped and her eyes burned with the sort of anger only a stern teacher could conjure.

“Yes ma’am,” Bucky nodded before cracking the door just enough to knock his boots on the brick wall.

“Do you need somethin’?” she asked you. Not, ‘Can I help you?’ Not, ‘Are you looking for something in particular?’ Not even a, ‘Are you lost?’ This was a terse, ‘Honey, I know you’re lost and I know trouble. I want nothin’ to do with either.’

“Yes,” you jumped forward, matching her eagerness to rush you out. “I’m um… I’m not from here and—“

“Well I can see that.”

Bucky stepped in then, a scowl as deep as her own. He turned it down on you though. If you could kick yourself, you would. One of his rules of being on the run – don’t give away unnecessary information. Not who you are, where you’re going, who’s coming for you, not even what you need. Be nondescript. This was a difficult rule to follow when you were a nervous talker, when your sympathy scale was off the charts and the best way you knew to communicate was to connect in a personal way.

“We need to use your computer,” Bucky said simply. “You have internet here?”

She pointed to a back corner of the building. “Yeah. We even have indoor plumbing,” she grumbled.

“Well, she hates us,” you fidgeted, leaning close to whisper at Bucky’s shoulder as he led the way toward the computers. “You remember people you hate. She’s going to report us or something.”

Bucky chuckled as he looked back at you. “To who?”

“I don’t know… a Mountie? Loki could be anywhere right? Anyone?”

“Loki is from another planet. He’s not Interpol. There’s no hotline running for us. Far as she knows we’re a couple on a fishing trip.”

“Really? You don’t think she’ll remember us?”

He shrugged, pulling a chair over beside the one he took in front of the computer. “She wouldn’t have remembered some idiot who forgot to wipe his boots. Probably gonna remember ‘I’m not from here, please like me,’” he teased, donning a high squeak of a voice.

You smacked his arm with the back of your hand. “That’s not what I sound like.” A glance over your shoulder at the woman unfurling a cough drop at the desk. “She just looks so unhappy. How many  people smile at her in a day, you think?”

“Not enough,” Bucky agreed. Grim places made for grim people. Harsh living and meager needs made even the softest people harden at the edges. Necessity, he called it. Survival.

“See. I might be the weirdo that cowered at the library door, but she’ll have a story to tell her partner when she gets home. Bet she’ll laugh about it.”

Bucky chuckled, sparing a glance over to you as he booted up the software. The computer was ancient and it made a dissatisfied grinding noise at the request.

“You laughed at least,” she nudged his shoulder with her own.

“That wasn’t a laugh,” he argued, failing to stifle a grin. “That was a… a snort at best.”

“Oh come on. There was at least a chortle.”

“A what?”

“A chortle! Look it up, we’re in a library. Ma’am!” you hollered, turning over your shoulder and waving.

“Knock it off!” Bucky laughed, reaching for your arm and pinning it to your side.

“Ma’am, could you point my friend here toward the dictionaries, he needs to look up a word—Umpfh!”

He’d clapped a hand over your mouth, the other still firmly wrapped around your arm, enveloping you thoroughly.

“No, we’re fine with the computer. Internet, so helpful,” he hollered, over your muffled chuckle.

The soft tickle of breath on his hand, the gentle shake of your laughing shoulders set off that warm, brightness in his chest. He was smiling down at you as he let go.

“Well I definitely got a smile, at least,” you nudged when he did lift his hand away. “You don’t smile enough either.”

“I smile.” His brow crinkled, like he wanted to scowl, but then… he would be proving your point. So he kept a half a smirk on his lips.

“Well, yeah, everybody smiles sometimes. But you rarely,  and you never laugh—“

“I do too. I laughed yesterday when you fell on the stairs.”

“That was rude. You didn’t warn me they ice up like that.”

“It was funny,” he shrugged. “You looked like a cartoon. You should’ve seen your face.”

“You should see your face, Sir Scowls-A-Lot.”

“Scowl?” His eyes went wide and the smile threatened to erupt into an astonished laugh.

“Yes. You have the worst case of RBF I’ve ever seen.”

“What the hell is RBF…?” he wondered. But by now you were talking over each other, arguing and laughing all at once.

“People say, ‘If looks could kill…’ but, really. When you’re grumpy it’s like… if looks could kill, gimme Captain America’s shield because, nothing could stop those silver bullets.”

“It’s not that bad,” he rolled his eyes, typing away on the keyboard.

“It is. I mean, it’s fine, it’s a good looking face, so it works. But it’s a definite scowl.”

“A good looking face?” His entire visage lit into a grin now. His grey eyes were sharp and glittering like the cat that got the canary.

You were suddenly, glaringly aware that you’d been carrying on about all the little looks you’d noticed about your indefinite bodyguard all while you were still pressed tight against him from shoulder to hip. Heat flooded your cheeks and nose and throat at a record pace as you scrambled for a proverbial ripcord.

“Oh, you know you’re handsome.” When had denial ever worked for anyone? Misdirection, was clearly the way out. “Don’t act like I’m the first person to tell you that.”

He was still as marble for a long moment while you picked at your nails. The grin had dimmed a little, no longer a beaming mischievous thing, it had settled to a gentle warmth. He was Bucky again, the one who carefully assuaged your fears, who listened, who made eggs when hot pockets wouldn’t do.

“No,” he agreed finally and you looked up at the sweet softness of his tone. “First time in a long time it’s mattered to me, though. For some damn reason… I care what you think.”

“Hello?? Is this thing even working??” Tony’s voice thrummed angrily through the computer’s speakers. “Barnes, can you hear me?”

Bucky took a sharp breath, deep into his lungs, breathing in the last of the stillness between you and taking it with him when he turned to the monitor. “Yeah,” he said and then he was talking to Tony. Something about a Doctor and the big bang and some powerful stones. But you couldn’t take your eyes off of Bucky.

Tony was irritable. Fuming, actually. The “doot-doot blub-blub-ting doot-doot” of the videocall ringtone repeated again, fueling the inferno. Waiting on technology was not something he was accustomed to. Waiting for inelegant, vulnerable technology that was too old to exist to project an image of the inside of his offices out into the world, well that would have been an a resolute No before today. But his teammates are nothing if not stubborn. Barnes most of all.

“Finally!” he sighed, leaning forward and peering at the image. “Why is it so grainy. I can’t… That’s a terrible picture.”

“It’s good enough,” Dr. Strange deadpanned beside him.

“No that can’t be it. Connection’s bad or something. They can’t even hear us talking!” He began waving haphazardly at the screen, hoping to catch the eye of the soldier or the stone-keeper.

That’s when he noticed what was actually on the screen. Bucky’s arm around you, tightly. A laugh. The goddamn Winter Soldier, your guardian for this mission, looking down at you as though he…

“Holy shit,” Tony mumbled, leaning closer. “Are you seeing this?”

“Yeah, you have to allow the app to access your microphone,” Strange rolled his eyes, entirely missing the point.

“Hey, Rogers?” Tony called just as Steve strode into the room, slightly out of breath. “I think your bestie has compromised the mission.”

His eyes were glued to the screen as Steve leaned his shoulder with a hand on the desk to get a closer look.

“Indeed,” he hummed through a grin as he watched the screen.

“What?” Tony frowned up at him.

Steve shook his head minutely. “Bucky’s fine. He’s only ever failed one mission. And I’m not this mission.”

Tony’s frown never lifted as his eyes darted over Steve. Doubt clouded them for but a moment. He hammered a quick line of code into the digital projection of a keyboard and swiped the screen away.

“Hello?? Is this thing even working??” Tony asked after patching the room’s audio systems through to the rudimentary video conferencing software. “Barnes, can you hear me?”

Not a second later, Steve – or rather Loki projecting himself as Steve – noticed a slight shift in the cameras in the room. One after another, they made slow sweeping turns until he stood squarely within each and every frame.

Part 18 >>

[azuriteartist]

Trend Setter

A/N: This is a fic for February of @mlwritersguild (Oh my god it’s MAY)

The prompt was:

“How can we trust the girl when we have no idea who she really is?”

“Alya.”

“Is she a super hero or super weirdo?”

“Alya?”

“We have a right to know!!!”

“Alya!”

Whipping awake, Alya quickly stares at the person who broke her out of her nightmare, none other than her bluenette friend, Marinette.

“Ughhh…what’s going on?”

“Alya, class ended 10 minutes ago. I’ve been trying to wake you since. You fell asleep during poetry, but it was about sleeping beauty, so I don’t think anyone noticed.”

“Oh. Uhhh, thanks…”

“Are you doing okay, this is the 4th time this week that something like this has happened? I know I can’t throw stones, but I know MY reasons for falling asleep, what are your reasons?”

“Oh, just…working on assessments, you know me, ha ha ha…”

---

Alya awoke to her lying in Chloe’s bed.

“…huh?”

Removing the sheets, she got up out of the bed, looking around the overly opulent room. That’s when she saw Chloe, lying face down on the floor.

“Chloe! What’s going on, why am I…”

Fear started building in Alya as she noticed that Chloe wasn’t moving.

“Chloe…?”

She ran over, bending down and trying to feel Chloe’s pulse.

Alya’s head snapped to the door where Rena Rouge was shot through the door, pinned to the wall via a locked symbol.

“How can we trust the girl when we have no idea who she really is?”

Alya stood transfixed by fear as Lady Wifi burst through the door and started walking towards Rena Rouge.

“Is she a super hero or super weirdo?”

Lady Wifi walked closer, Rena Rouge struggling against the icons holding her in place.

Lady Wifi grasped the fox pendant in her hands, before her head snapped towards Alya.

“We have a right to know!!!”

---

Almost jumping out of bed, Alya awoke to darkness, with only the city’s lights illuminating part of her bedroom.

Grabbing her phone and glasses, she read 4:00AM on her alarm clock.

“ughhhh…”

Too late to go back to sleep, too early to do anything else, she grabbed her phone scrolled through her socials. An akuma attack did happen, but it was just Mr. Pigeon. He was so unnoteworthy he didn’t even warrant an announcement.

Looking through her chat client, she noticed Marinette was online.

---

[AmazingAlya]: Hey girl, what are you doing up so early?

[NotMarinette]: Oh, just couldn’t sleep, that’s all.

[AmazingAlya]: Tell me about it.

[NotMarinette]: Oh? Is something wrong?

[AmazingAlya]: Well…not wrong exactly just…It’s nothing girl, as amazing as you are, it’s about being akumatised. I’d have better luck talking to Nino about this stuff.

[NotMarinette]: You can talk to me about it? Sympathy isn’t entirely reliant on shared experiences. Besides, like he’s gonna be awake at 4am in the morning, anyway?

[AmazingAlya]: Hahah, yeah, sure, fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.

[NotMarinette]: Noted.

[AmazingAlya]: When you’re akumatised, you don’t really REMEMBER things, but it does leave an impact.

[AmazingAlya]: I’ve been getting these…dreams where Lady Wifi walks in and…uhh, threatens me, essentially.

[AmazingAlya]: And I know it’s not me, but it sorta…is? Just a really, really warped version of me. Whenever I see Lady Wifi, I see…me?

[NotMarinette]: I…I never knew you guys got those dreams. I thought everything went back to normal?

[AmazingAlya]: It mostly does, I’ve just got a lot going on right now with certain…stuff? Y’know? End of term assessment, etc. It’s just stress. They don’t really appear otherwise, I’ve just got a lot of pressure on me to be the best me that I can be. Trust me, it’s nothing to worry about.

[NotMarinette]: Gimme a few seconds, I need to look at something.

[AmazingAlya]: Oh? Sure? You okay?

[NotMarinette]: Yeah, I’m fine. Just needed to do some calculations for your present.

[AmazingAlya]: Present? Aww girl, you’re so sweet! But…what for?

[NotMarinette]: It’s a surprise! But it’s clothing, so meet up at my place before school starts so you can change.

[AmazingAlya]: I guess? I will wait with anticipation.

[NotMarinette]: Alright, I gotta hurry to get this done in time, so bye!

[AmazingAlya]: Bye!

[AmazingAlya]: …please don’t tell me you’re skipping breakfast to get this done?

---

Alya stood in the slightly chilly morning air, waiting by the side entrance to Marinette’s house. She had arrived 30 minutes before school started, hopefully enough time to get changed into this mystery outfit.

The door then abruptly opened, revealing a tired Marinette behind it.

“I’m sure this surprise gift would’ve been just as impactful tomorrow or like, in a month?” Alya said, concerned.

“Nope, this is done now! You deserve it!” Marinette said as she pulled Alya in for a hug.

“Now come upstairs, it’s laid out for you on my chaise lounge”

Marinette then grabbed Alya by the hand, and with a quick hello to a confused Sabine Cheng walking down the stairs, she was pulled up the spiraling stairs and into Marinette’s room.

---

Alya walked into the room and looked at the outfit.

“…Woah.”

The top was a Black t-shirt with a spray-painted white wifi symbol on the chest.

There was a skirt with an asymmetrical diagonal line, and black leggings.

And fingerless black gloves that went to the wrist.

“Do you like it?” Marinette asked meekly from behind Alya.

“Do I like it?! Of course girl! This looks awesome! Let me get it on!”

---

Alya strode into school that morning, confidence beaming. There was no doubt on her face, no trace of insecurity on her mind, no haunting thoughts to trouble her.

She knew who she was, she was Alya Cesaire, temporary holder of the fox miraculous, award-winning journalist, a daughter from a loving family, and a friend with friends aplenty. She wasn’t Lady Wifi, and she dared Hawkmoth to try and akumatise her again.

[trashyswitch]

Late Night Text-Tickles

Axel won't sleep. So Virgil takes matters into his own hands. Soon, there's a crowd to watch.

This fanfic was suggested by @agarus-fallen-lershal on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy!

[Virgil entered the chat]

Virgil: “Anyone up?”

Axel: “Me.”

Virgil: “What are you doing up?”

Axel: “Nothing...just not tired.”

Virgil: “Not tired?”

Axel: “Nope.”

Virgil: “How about I make you tired then?”

Axel: “And how are you gonna do that? Read me a bedtime story?”

Virgil: “Nope.”

Axel: “Then what?”

Virgil: “You’ll see…”

Axel: I hear you coming over...What are you planning?”

Virgil: “I said, you’ll see.”

[5 minutes later:]

Axel: “E,MDSLK;TJF;’A D’\ TE LK; 249I0F RFEKJLEW”

[Logan entered the chat]

Logan: “I hear laughter, and I see...letters and symbols on the group chat. What’s going on?”

Virgil: “I’m tickling Axel. Sorry.”

Logan: “It’s”

Logan: “2am. Why?”

Axel: “SK RTK DSFJAI OEWRPCX M,E^$*( )e$#%”

Virgil: “Because the little bugger wouldn’t get to sleep! Did you not read the group chat?”

Logan: “Oh…I just finished.”

Axel: “AE RK RELJK FRLKDS HELPME RKJL FKJLEWFK LJSDALKAD”

Logan: “The keyboard smashing is making me smile.”

Virgil: “Glad you like it. Now get ready for some more.”

Logan: “Got it.”

Axel: R GJLFr kjle KLfK Lfkl:dk l:”

Axel: “ej kle fKJ LKLRIO Pvkl4tk leg”

Logan: “This is great!”

Virgil: “I know, right?! Axel will not let go of his phone!”

“Wait, I have an idea: Logan, spam text me!”

Logan: “Hello”

Logan: “Hello”

Logan: “Hello”

Logan: “Hello”

Logan: “Hello”

Logan: “Hello”

Logan: “Hello”

Logan: “Hello”

Logan: “Hello”

Logan: “Hello”

Virgil: “OKAY”

Logan: “Hello”

Logan: “Hello”

Virgil: “YOU CAN STOP!”

Logan: “Hello”

Logan: “Sorry.”

Axel: “AAAA A”

Axel: “AAA AAAAA AA AAA”

Axel: “A AAA A AAAAAA”

Virgil: “I was placing my phone onto Axel’s belly. And your spamming made Axel DIE!”

Logan: “I could hear that.”

[Roman entered the chat]

Roman: “DA FUQ ARE YA DOIN?!”

Logan: “.........What”

[Remus entered the chat]

Remus: “Remus took my phone!”

Roman: “SUP BITCHES!”

Axel: “fjJFJKOP PK[ep_))i ( #)_@_!)! 0”

Remus: “Axel are you okay?”

Roman: “DO YOU EVEN HEAR HIM?! THE DUDE’S FUCKIN DYIN!”

Logan: “Virgil is tickling him to try and get him to fall asleep.”

Roman: “HA! Typical Virgey-Wirgey~ 😈”

Virgil: “What did I tell you about calling me that, Remus?!”

Remus: “Actually...that was me.”

Roman: “YEAH! Don’t blame me!”

Virgil: “DON’T CALL ME THAT AGAIN!”

Roman: “DAMN DANIEL!”

Axel: “STILLGETTINGTICKLEDHERE”

Virgil: “Go to sleep!”

Axel: “GJLRKLJEWKLEWLD”

Virgil: “Kitchy kitchy koo~”

Axel: “AHEK:R”

Logan: “I heard a bang.”

Virgil: “Axel threw his phone. He doesn’t trust me anymore.”

Logan: “Hah”

Remus: “That’s hilarious! 😹”

Virgil: Aww! Cat...”

Remus: Did I just hear Axel SNORT?!”

Logan: “I will confirm: that was in fact, a snort.”

Roman: “SO FUCKING ADORABLE!”

Logan: “Please switch phones back to their original owners, creativity twins. Your names with your dialogues are hard to follow.”

Roman: “NOOOOOO!”

Remus: “Gimme back my phone!”

Roman: “NEVAAAAA!”

Logan: “Is it really that hard to get your phones switched?”

Virgil: “About as hard as the floor they both simultaneously body slammed…”

Logan: “Good to know.”

“Virgil: Want me to get them situated?”

Logan: “No. I wanna see how long this takes to figure out. And I like hearing Axel laughing. It’s rare.”

Virgil: “Dude, I read your text to Axel, and now Axel’s blushing!”

Logan: “Aww…”

Virgil: “Don’t aww poor Axel…he’s already in enough of a flustered attitude.”

Logan: “Too late.”

Virgil: “True.”

Logan: “I’m gonna head to bed. Good night.”

Virgil: “Good night Logan. Sweet dreams.”

“Remus: “SWEET NIGHTMARES!”

Roman: “We switched phones finally.”

[Logan left the chat]

Roman: “Awww…Logan didn’t say if he was proud of us or not.”

Virgil: “He most likely is.”

Roman: “Awww, thanks Vee!”

Virgil: “No problem.”

“Roman: It sounds like Axel’s calming down.”

Virgil: “He is. I think he’s finally gonna sleep!”

Roman: “Yay!”

Virgil: “Alright. Good night guys. Virgil out.”

[Virgil left the chat]

Roman: “Good night Virgil.”

Remus: “Nighty Night!”

[Roman left the chat]

[Remus left the chat]

[lu-undy]

Valentine’s Day 3 - Autobalance

Here it is on AO3 or under the cut, if you prefer!

"You got all your stuff Spy? Taxi's on his way." Engineer asked as he knocked on the door with the knife symbol. 

"Oui, I am coming." The voice with the French accent answered. 

Inside the suite, Spy wasn't alone. He sighed as he picked up his suitcase and his mask before looking up at Sniper. 

"Spook…? You sure you can't stay?" 

"I do not think I can. The Administrator's orders were very clear, you received the same letter as I did. I am to be transferred to the enemy team and you will receive their Spy in exchange."

"Yeah… But why does it have to be like that?" Sniper asked, fumbling with his hat between his fingers. He had meant it as a rhetorical question, to express his distress more than anything else. But Spy answered anyway.

"Because we keep winning against them with baffling ease. It was high time that something was done about that."

"Couldn't she swap other people? You're not alone in this team!" 

Spy took the step that separated him from his lover and put his suitcase down. He splayed a hand on Sniper's chest. Like a reflex, his glove travelled up to Sniper's collar and adjusted it. Ah, Sniper didn't know how to dress up. But that was not why the Frenchman had fallen for him. Non, it was rather for his way of undressing the Frenchman, figuratively and concretely. 

Sniper had an innocence, a naivety almost, that touched Spy more deeply than anything else. He had learnt to ignore the scruffy looks, the almost feral manners and instead, found himself falling for them all. Those features were nothing but a wall hiding a kind of honesty and sensitivity too powerful to be understood by the common mortal. Spy had learnt to see through the campervan, the atrocious mullet, the equally hideous sideburns and the messy stubble on the skin tanned by years under the scorching sun of Australia. He had fallen for them all.

"Mundy." Spy said and Sniper, who had his head lowered, closed his eyes and frowned. "Look at me, please." 

"Can't. It hurts." 

"Please…?" Spy put his gloved hand under Sniper's chin and pulled it up until their eyes met. 

"Mh…" Sniper protested. 

"We will continue to see each other at work. This is not a goodbye." Spy said, trying to comfort him.

"Yeah, when you stab me in the back." Sniper sighed. 

"I will not spare you, mon amour, you know how much I like to scratch that back of yours." Spy wiggled his eyebrows and Sniper eventually managed to smile. 

"C'mere…" The Aussie wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in a tight hug as he buried his head in Spy's shoulder. "I'll miss you, luv'." He inhaled the expensive perfume and the menthol cigarette, the distinctive scent of the man he loved.

"I will miss you too." Of course Spy returned the dear embrace and they remained stuck to each other for a long while. Chest against chest, their breathing synced as their fingers clawed harder on each other. 

"Yo, Spy! Your taxi's comin'!" Scout shouted from the door. 

"Get lost!" Sniper shouted from the inside. 

"You are interrupting a moment, Scout." Spy added. 

"What kind of moment? C'mon, you gotta hurry, man!" 

Spy looked at Sniper and answered:

"The kind of moment you dream of having with Miss Pauling." 

Sniper chuckled.

"Oh guys! Jeez! Disgustin'...!" Scout's voice seemed to be deafened more as he walked away from the door. 

Spy and Sniper chuckled. 

"Right, let me carry this for you." Sniper took the suitcase off of Spy's hand. 

"Thank you, that is very kind of you." 

They headed for the door. 

"Well, gotta help the elderly, eh?" 

"Mundy!" Spy nudged him with his elbow. 

The Aussie chuckled and put his hand on the door knob. 

"Wait." He turned to Spy. "Lu'...?"

"Oui?" Lucien answered with a sweet smile. He was about to put on his mask.

"Can I uh… Can I kiss you, just one last time?" 

Lucien shook his head, his grin growing wider. 

"May I kiss you." He corrected. "And please, I am all yours." 

Mundy let go of the door handle and laced his arm around Lucien's waist, pulling him closer as he pushed his lips against him. Lucien wrapped his arms up around Mundy's neck and pushed himself to the tip of his toes, in his varnished Italian shoes. 

"Gosh, I'll miss your lips." Mundy stayed with his forehead against Lucien. His hand travelled up to his hair. He stroked it gently.

"Only my lips?" Lucien tapped the tip of Mundy's nose with his gloved finger before putting on his mask and passing in front of him to open the door. 

"Nah, definitely not only yer lips…" 

"Mundy-!" Lucien got startled when he felt from behind Mundy's powerful fingers grabbing him where he was quite sensitive. 

"C'mon, luv', let's go."

They exited the suite. Spy said goodbye to his team as the taxi arrived. The enemy Spy exited it and entered the base. He shook hands with his new teammates.

"Spy?"

"Spy." 

Both spies shook hands too. 

"Sniper, do you mind holding on to my suitcase, I will give the new Spy a tour of his suite." Lucien asked. 

"Sure. Don't be too long though, the taxi driver's waitin'."

"But of course." 

Both spies went to the door with the knife symbol and entered. It lasted a few minutes and soon, Lucien exited again. Mundy nodded to the front door and the Frenchman nodded. They exited the base and soon found themselves at the taxi's car.

"Hey, promise you'll go easy on my back?" 

"Only if you spare my head, and my suits."

"Your suits?" Mundy asked, not understanding.

"Your Jarate, Sniper." 

"Ah, yeah… Well, depends."

"On what, may I ask?" 

"If you behave." Mundy answered with a wink and Lucien blushed beyond his ears.

"Stop it."

"Make me." Mundy growled low enough that the taxi driver wouldn't hear and Lucien chuckled.

"I will see you tomorrow, as usual." The Frenchman said. 

"Yeah. Oh, hold on…" Mundy opened the car door for him.

"Oh… Merci." He slipped in the car on the backseat and fastened his seatbelt. 

Mundy tapped the window and Lucien lowered it. 

"Uh, I hope I'll say it right, but uh… je t'aime." 

[I love you.]

The pronunciation was tainted with a heavy English accent, the syllables were butchered and the sounds slaughtered. Lucien chuckled at how distorted it sounded from his Sniper's voice.

"Merci."

[Thank you.]

The driver started the engine and Mundy was left alone in front of the base, in the middle of the orange desert split by a grey line of asphalt. The car looked smaller and smaller as the taxi driver flew like the wind. Eventually, it completely disappeared and Mundy sighed, his shoulders sinking sadly. 

He went back straight to his van and spent the rest of his day off there, like a fox in his den. Time passed slowly, terribly so. It was torture to go through the day without his lover and Mundy found himself imagining what Lucien was doing in the enemy base, wherever it was. Did he start by unpacking his suits? Or did he just collapse on his bed and get sucked in the same daydream as Mundy was? 

Perhaps, he had decided to start by taking a shower, to clear his head, then unpack before organising his new home, getting to know it. Of course, Lucien would do all these things with a cigarette between his lips, carding his salt and pepper hair elegantly from time to time. Ah, his grey front lock would always fall on his forehead and between his eyes. He used to always complain about it, saying that he would cut it shorter. But Mundy would answer that his hair was perfect as it was, and he shouldn't cut it. 

Once, he even jokingly suggested that Lucien should tie it away in a ridiculous, very short ponytail at the front. And the Frenchman answered that he seriously was considering it. Of course it was nothing else but a joke, yet Mundy had taken his words and found a little rubber band. He took it to the Frenchman's suite and it had ended up in a game of cat and mouse where Mundy was chasing his lover to tie his hair. When he finally did catch him, he tied the grey front lock of hair and Lucien looked absolutely ridiculous. That day, he had even kept it for the entire evening and only removed it when he went to bed with Mundy. 

Ah, the nights would be lonely now. No Lucien to lie his head on Mundy's shoulder, no Lucien to stick his ice cold feet on Mundy's calves, just to bully him. And of course, no Lucien to warm Mundy's night and leave him panting and sweating… 

Mundy sighed. Such a shame that it had to end. Well, not exactly. They would still see each other at work. Although now, the dynamics between them completely flipped. They didn't work together but against each other. And it was no problem for both of them. Their professionalism and their age meant that they did not mix their work with what they held in their hearts. 

Still, it would take some time to adjust to the new feeling of sleeping alone. Ha, the irony… Him who had slept alone all his life, with only the view of the star sprinkled sky as a companion, Mundy was now lacking company. He almost came to wonder how he used to live before Lucien brightened his days and nights. The van seemed lifeless, as if something vital was missing. 

"Yo, Snipes, dinner's ready!" Scout banged at the door with his legendary delicateness. 

"Right, comin'." 

Mundy put on his hat and glasses before exiting the van. He went to the kitchen and sat at the table, at his usual place. Opposite him was an empty seat. It used to be Lucien's. 

"Alright, fellows, here comes the soup for tonight." Engie announced as he put the - almost larger than him - pot on the table.

"Oh, man! Soup again?" Scout complained. "Please tell me there are no veggies in it at least?" 

"Sorry, pardner, but it's winter and there's no soup on Earth without any veggies. C'mon, gimme your plate…!"

Scout pulled his plate towards himself. 

"Scout…?" Engie insisted. 

"Nah it's fine, I'll eat somethin' else."

"Chocolate bars and soda ain't a diet, son. C'mon now…!"

"Listen, Private!" Soldier banged his fist on the table and all the plates and cutlery shook. "You will eat your rations or by God I will make you eat the empty plate!" Soldier tried to pry the plate off of Scout's hands.

"What?! No! Get away!"

Sniper sighed. That would definitely be when Lucien would say something witty to calm Scout and make him obey...

"Gentlemen." 

All the mercenaries raised their heads. 

"I do apologise for being late. Unpacking proved to be longer than what I had anticipated at first." The new Spy took a seat on the last free chair, opposite Sniper. 

Spy's entrance was enough of a distraction for Engie to take Scout's plate and serve him. The other plates were passed on, one after the other until all the mercenaries were served and started eating. 

The indistinguishable chatter rose in the room between Demo's hearty laughter, Heavy's stories in cold Siberia and Soldier's war tales. 

Sniper was staring emptily at his plate. The bits of vegetables floated lifelessly, half-drowning in the soup. He pushed them sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right. Like little shipwrecks, they bobbed up and down at the surface of the undisturbed ocean that the soup was. 

Obviously, his colleagues noticed but they knew of his relationship with Spy so they guessed why he felt distraught. Given how much the Aussie liked his privacy, they didn't bother him and eventually, he was left alone at the table. Heavy had been on dishes duty that night and he did not disturb his colleague either. After he was finished, he left the room and closed the door. 

But soon, Sniper heard it open again. It did not register completely as he was too absorbed in a day dream. 

"Yo, Snipes?" 

Scout's voice startled Sniper back to reality. 

"Huh?" 

"Sorry pal, Spy's askin' for ya."

Sniper frowned. No, his Spy wasn't asking for him. It was the other one. 

"What does he want?" He mumbled back. 

"Don't know. He said he needed some help with something and he knew you could do it." 

Sniper sighed and grumbled. He pushed his chair back and pushed himself on his feet heavily. 

"Right, I'll see what I can do for him…" He dragged his feet out of the kitchen and in the corridor. 

"Snipes, your soup?" He heard Scout ask but he ignored him as he now faced the door with the knife symbol, and gave a short knock. 

"Come in, Sniper." 

The Aussie frowned and pushed the door. He found Spy sitting on the armchair that used to be Lucien's. He was giving his back to Sniper.

"You need some help with something, Scout said." 

"Oui, pray close the door."

Sniper obeyed and gulped down hard. The last time his Spy asked him to make sure the door was locked was before they - ugh… It mattered little now. 

"So, what d'you need? If it's to move somethin' big, you can ask Heavy, he'll get it sorted faster than me."

"Non, it is for something different. Please, take a seat." 

"Spy, look, I'm not the small talk kind of guy, ok?" Sniper refused to sit and stood not too far from the door.

"Oh, I know." 

"Yeah, you do, you spend your time stabbing me in the back without sayin' a word." Sniper answered, irritated that his new colleague would make him waste his time. He would much prefer to lock himself up in his van and stay there. 

"I don't believe I have ever stabbed you." 

Sniper's eyebrows jumped and he fluttered his eyes under the audacity of what the snake of a man was saying.

"What?" Confused beyond what words could express, Sniper took a deep breath. "Look, y'know what, I'm not gonna answer. I'm gonna just do whatever you need and leave. Now, out with it."

"Sniper…" Spy chuckled and Sniper felt his blood boil. 

"Listen, either you tell me what you need or I'll just walk out of here, before I start throwing punches at you." 

"You never raised your hand on anyone." Spy answered with such calm… Sniper hated it. "Even when Scout mocks you, or gets on your nerves, you ignore him." 

Sniper raised an eyebrow. 

"What…? Y-you've been watchin' us in this base…?" 

"You never raised your hand or your voice against anyone." Spy went on. "You are way too soft for that." 

"Stop it. Right. Bloody. Now." Sniper was now angry. The familiarity with which the new Spy spoke to him disgusted him. He sounded almost like Lucien but he wasn't him. No, that bastard wasn't him. He wasn't him and how the hell dared he speak like him. 

"Or what? What will you do, hm? Run far away and shoot me in the head? Throw one of your precious jars at me? Pff, come on…!"

"I might start by rearrangin' your ugly mug, pop a few teeth with my fists, see how that goes, eh!" Sniper snapped, furious. 

"You used to find my face very comely. Countless times you have told me so." 

"Right, that's enough." Sniper took confident steps towards the Frenchman. He clenched his fist and threw it but Spy stood up and faced him, blocking his punch in his open palm. He twisted the Aussie's arm and brought him to his knees. 

"Oh you wanker!" 

"Only when you ask nicely."

"What?!" 

Spy removed his mask and his hair gently floated in the air for an instant.

"What the hell?!" 

Mundy felt his foe's grip loosen on his fist and his own knees went to jelly under the surprise.

"Bonsoir, mon amour."  The voice with the lovely smirk said.

[Good evening, my love.]

"What are you doin' here?!" 

Lucien was standing in front of Mundy, a sweet smile on his lips. He helped him back to his feet.

"Am I…? Am I dreamin' or something? Hold on…" Mundy removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "What the hell are you doing here? Why aren't you with the other team?!" 

Lucien chuckled and took his lover's hands to guide him and sit together on the sofa. 

"I never left this base!"

"What?"

"When I took the enemy Spy on a tour of this suite, I had a chat with him. Neither him or I wanted to swap teams. So we agreed to swap our clothes instead. I stay here and he goes back to his base." 

"Holy… Why didn't you say anything earlier, during dinner or something?" Mundy stretched his arm and wrist which hurt.

"Because no one knows about this but you, me, and the enemy Spy. There are cameras in the kitchen, living-room and corridors. I couldn't try anything suspicious there. Here however, we are safe, as you know." 

"Bloody hell…" Mundy shook his head. "But hold on, why did the enemy Spy accept?" 

"I think he has an arrangement with one of his teammates." 

"An arrangement?" Mundy repeated. "What? They're gonna open a lemonade stand on the weekends?" He chuckled. 

"Non, he is in a relationship with his Sniper." 

Mundy's chuckle stopped sharp and his eyebrows jumped. 

"Seriously?" 

"Oui." 

"Crikey, I had no idea…!"

Lucien chuckled. 

"Anythin' else like that that I don't know?" He asked. 

"Oh, plenty of things. But they matter very little. What matters now is that I am still here, with you." Lucien cupped his lover's face with his gloved hands and stroked his cheeks. Mundy relaxed and smiled. 

"So the bloke I escorted to the taxi and stuff wasn't you?" 

"Non, it was him." 

"Oh, right." Mundy stared at his lover with half-lidded eyes. "It really broke me inside when - oh, bugger!" He exclaimed in shock. 

"What?" Lucien asked. 

"Before the taxi drove off…!" 

"What happened?" 

"I told the enemy Spy I loved him! In French!" Mundy exclaimed with round eyes. "Bloody hell!" He smacked a hand on his own mouth and blushed beyond his ears. 

Lucien burst out laughing. 

"Well, I do hope that he didn't say that he loved you back!" 

"Oh… Bugger… Now he's gonna bully me even more at work…" Mundy lowered his head. 

"Non, mon amour…" Lucien hugged him and pulled Mundy's head to rest on his shoulder. "I won't let him bully you, I promise. Besides, I doubt that he will." 

"Hope so." 

"I am sure of it. He is a good man. A less good spy, but a good man." Lucien said. "Now, please, look at me." He cupped Mundy's half ashamed, half distraught face. "You need something to soothe your nerves, mon amour. And to fill your stomach. Come along." Lucien took his hand and led Mundy to the kitchen attached to his suite. "Let us cook something for you." 

"Can we get pizza?" 

"Non, Mundy. Why get pizza when I can cook for you?" 

"Well…"

"Non! My cooking skills are godly, I will not tolerate that you should think otherwise!" Lucien said as he tied an apron around his waist and washed his hands. Mundy followed him left and right.

"I was gonna say it would save you the trouble, but ok…" Mundy chuckled. 

"What trouble? There is no trouble! My lover is hungry. It is my duty to remedy that." Lucien went to his fridge.

"Fair enough. Can I still hug you though?" 

"Oui, you may. But do not disturb me, understood?" Lucien emerged from the fridge and Mundy stuck himself to him, from behind. 

"Can I at least breathe?!" 

"I shall think about it and let you know." Lucien playfully answered as he grabbed a cutting board and a knife. Mundy rested his head on Lucien's shoulder, watching him cut vegetables and some meat. He liked it there, hugging his lover and spending time with him. Lucien would occasionally feed him a bit of carrot, or tomato. 

"Mundy?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Could you say that to me?" Lucien asked and he interrupted his chopping. 

"Say what?"

"That you love me, in French. You never did."

"Yeah, uh... Je t'aime, Lu'." 

Lucien bit his lip and rolled his head back to lean it on Mundy's shoulder. 

"Again…"

"Je t'aime." 

He closed his eyes and smiled. Mundy hugged him tighter and left a kiss on his cheek. 

"Mundy?"

"Yeah?" 

"Your pronunciation is terrible." 

"Oi!"