#i have a really intense look on my face when i'm determined sometimes

[losergirlranboolive]

woke up super early, frankie i'm coming for you bbg

[n1ght0f-nyx]

My hero academia boys asking you out pt 1

warnings/tags: cliffhanger, more fanon way of acting than canon ngl, i dont think there's other warnings other than that- feel free to dm me if you notice a common warning that could affect someone

characters: katsuki bakugo, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, tenya ida, Eijiro kirishima, denki kamanari

🔥 Katsuki Bakugou 🔥

Bakugo seemed more agitated than usual. He kept glancing in my direction, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my heart race. I tried to ignore it, focusing on the lesson, but it was like trying to ignore a blazing inferno in the middle of a snowstorm.

When the bell finally rang, I gathered my things and started to head out, hoping to make a quick escape before he could confront me. But as soon as I stepped into the hallway, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. I turned around to find Bakugo standing there, his expression unreadable.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” he said, his voice gruff but lacking its usual edge.

“Uh, sure. What’s up?” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rapid beating of my heart.

He led me to a more secluded part of the school, away from prying eyes and ears. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. He turned to face me, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.

“Look, I’m not good with this kind of stuff,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “But I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. More than I probably should.”

My breath caught in my throat. Was he really saying what I thought he was saying? I tried to keep my face neutral, but I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

“I like you, Y/N,” he said bluntly, his eyes never leaving mine. “I don’t do things halfway, and I’m not gonna start now. So, what do you say? Will you go out with me?”...

💚 Izuku Midoriya 💚

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over the UA High School grounds. It had been a long day of training, and I was ready to head back to the dorms when I heard a familiar voice call my name.

"Y/N, wait up!"

I turned around to see Izuku Midoriya, his messy green hair slightly tousled and his cheeks flushed from running. He caught up to me, panting a little but with that determined look in his eyes that I'd come to admire so much.

"Hey, Midoriya," I greeted him with a smile. "What's up?"

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "There's something I need to talk to you about. Do you have a minute?"

"Sure," I replied, curious about what had him so worked up.

We walked over to a bench near the training field and sat down. Izuku seemed nervous, fidgeting with his hands and avoiding eye contact. I waited patiently, giving him the time he needed to gather his thoughts.

"Y/N, we've been friends for a while now, right?" he began, finally looking at me. His green eyes were filled with sincerity and a hint of something else—something that made my heart skip a beat.

"Yeah, we have," I agreed, my curiosity growing.

"I-I really admire you," he stammered, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. "You're strong, kind, and always know how to make people smile. Being around you makes me want to be a better hero."

I felt a warm blush creep up my own cheeks at his words. "Thank you, Midoriya. That means a lot to me."

He took another deep breath, clearly trying to muster his courage. "What I'm trying to say is... I like you, Y/N. A lot. And I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometime?"...

🧊 shoto todoroki 🔥

I glanced across the bustling courtyard of U.A. High School, my heart doing a little flip when my eyes landed on Shoto Todoroki. His dual-colored hair was unmistakable, a vibrant mix of crimson and white, just like his enigmatic personality. I always found him intriguing, a blend of ice and fire, both literally and figuratively.

Today, he seemed different. He was standing a bit straighter, his eyes scanning the crowd as if he was searching for something—or someone. My pulse quickened as his gaze locked onto mine. For a moment, I considered looking away, but curiosity and something deeper held my attention.

"Y/N," he called out, his voice carrying over the chatter of our classmates. I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as he approached me. Todoroki was known for his calm and stoic demeanor, so seeing him a bit unsettled was surprising.

"Hey, Todoroki," I greeted, trying to sound casual despite the rapid beating of my heart. "What's up?"

He stood in front of me, his mismatched eyes intense and focused. "Can we talk?" he asked, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of emotion that made me wonder what was going on.

"Of course," I replied, nodding. "What's on your mind?"

Todoroki took a deep breath, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "I've been meaning to tell you something," he began, his gaze unwavering. "I've realized that I have feelings for you, Y/N. And I was wondering if you would go out with me."

🗣️ tenya Iida 👔

I had always admired Tenya Iida from afar. His dedication, his sense of justice, and his unwavering commitment to his classmates were qualities I deeply respected. But today, something was different. I noticed him glancing my way more often than usual, and there was a nervous energy about him that I hadn't seen before.

The school day passed in a blur, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of Tenya. Finally, after our last class, I headed towards my locker, only to find him standing there, waiting for me. His usually stern face softened as our eyes met.

"Y/N," he began, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. "Could I speak with you for a moment?"

"Of course, Tenya," I replied, trying to keep my own nerves in check. "What's up?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he continued. "I've been meaning to tell you something for a while now. I admire your strength, your kindness, and your dedication. You inspire me in ways I can't quite put into words."

I felt my cheeks heat up at his unexpected praise, but I nodded for him to continue.

"I... I have feelings for you, Y/N," he confessed, his voice steadying as he spoke. "And I was wondering if you would do me the honor of going out with me."

🗿 Eijiro Kirishima 🗿

It was a bright and sunny afternoon, the kind that made everything feel a little bit more hopeful. The UA High School campus was bustling with students, everyone going about their business, but my mind was focused on something—or rather, someone—else entirely. Eijiro Kirishima.

I had known Kirishima since we started at UA, and over time, my admiration for him grew into something deeper. His unwavering spirit, his kindness, and his infectious smile had a way of making my heart race. Today, though, something seemed different about him. There was a nervous energy in his usually confident demeanor.

We were in the courtyard, taking a break from training. Kirishima approached me with that wide, toothy grin of his, but there was a hint of something more in his eyes.

"Hey, Y/N," he began, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "Can we talk for a sec?"

"Sure, what's up?" I replied, trying to keep my own nerves in check.

He led me to a quieter spot under one of the large oak trees that dotted the campus. The shade provided a nice respite from the sun, but it didn't do much to calm the fluttering in my chest.

Kirishima took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto mine with a seriousness I rarely saw in him. "Y/N, I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and I just... I need to tell you something."

I felt my heart skip a beat. Was this really happening?

"I really like you," he confessed, his cheeks turning a shade of pink that rivaled his hair. "Like, a lot. You're amazing, and I've been wanting to tell you for a long time, but I didn't know how. I guess what I'm trying to say is... Would you go out with me?"

⚡️ denki kamanari ���️

I had just finished my last class of the day, my mind still buzzing with the day’s lessons. As I walked down the hallway, I saw Denki Kaminari leaning casually against a locker, his usual grin plastered across his face. He saw me and straightened up, a spark of nervous energy in his eyes that I hadn't seen before.

“Hey, Y/N!” he called out, waving enthusiastically. I couldn’t help but smile back. Denki had always been a ball of energy, lighting up any room he entered.

“Hey, Denki! What’s up?” I asked as I approached him.

He rubbed the back of his neck, a sure sign that he was nervous. “So, um, I was wondering if you have any plans this weekend?”

I tilted my head, curious. “Not really. Why do you ask?”

His cheeks flushed slightly, and he took a deep breath. “Well, I was thinking... maybe we could go out sometime? Like, on a date?”

[cloudnineminusnine]

so, i tried a little something based on that and it's comments (づ_ど)

bm! sun wukong x gn! reader | slightly suggestive so no minors allowed.

(it's poorly written since english is not my first language!)

not getting any response made the monkey king uneasy, specially given the faint blush that made it's way down to your soft cheeks. you've been acting a little suspicious for a few days now, he could say. in a way that left him intrigued. the sudden touch of your hand on his face startled him, just enough to not pull him away.

"taking a closer look..." you starts in a soft whisper, as if it were your little secret, while your dark eyes crossed each and every detail of his partialy furred face "i can conclude that you really are the most beautiful creature i've laid my eyes on."

out of nowhere.

could it be that you were joking?

actually you used to tease him so much over so many things – as much as he did to you – that it naturally was the first thing that occured to him.

you said things like that before but never in such an intense way... plus your brown eyes held too much sincerity for you to be joking. it felt cozy and unsettling at the same time.

this kind of interaction souldn't have any major effect on him. you were only caressing his face in the most lovely way ever, with the light touch of your fingertips, so why was he suddenly having so much trouble over breathing in a steady pace? that reaction was definitely deviating from his usual demeanor. he was only feeling that way because you caught him off guard, that's it!

in the morning after there was a different aura surrounding both of you. the monkey king seemed to be annoyed by something he couldn't put his finger on, while you were behaving more introspective, as if your mind was so full that you couldn't escape from it even if for seconds.

sometimes you would feel like losing it, fantasizing on being even more intimate with him or touching him in a less innocent way – dear lord, he couldn't imagine the absurdities that inhabited your mind even if he tried. which was good! who knows what kind of reaction he'd have if he knew just how much you wanted him to have his way with you?

poor thing, you needed to do something as soon as possible. before your unbridled passion for him could consume you entirely. then, with that resolved, you could put your efforts into overcoming your feelings. it was ridiculous to even imagine that the sun wukong would reciprocate you.

a few days later, when your relationship with him finally seemed to be less awkward, you saw the perfect opportunity in front of your eyes. and took it.

you two were stargazing while chatting about anything and everything like you used to do, and it was like the things had never changed between the two of you. being able to hear that boisterous laugh again warmed your silly little heart – those pointy canines of him were terribly adorable so what could you do?

on that night specially his gaze towards you seemed to be sweeter than normal. he would also stop and stare whenever a loud laugh came out of your mouth, which was kind of strange from your perception. impossible.

you needed to take action and you did.

without any warnings you then started talking about how you ended up becoming attached to him regardless of his arrogant nature and, as if the "i fell in love with you" wasn't shocking enough, you went even further by ending the lengthy confession with a conformed "i'm determined to get over it".

you would definitely be rejected by him anyway, so why not get that out of your way? it would be even easier to forget him once you parted ways. perfect plan!

with a baffled tone to his voice, sun wukong promptly confronted "why would you get over it?" he forced a scandalous laugh, trying to feel more like himself. "so you're not even going to try to court me? now that's weirder than you just confessing your feelings to me." of course he would end by joking his way out.

how dare him?

your usually relaxed eyes were now fully open in surprise "so you want me to court you? that's a good one!" you let out a hearty laugh, not believing your ears or the audacity of him. "if i already know that i don't stand a chance then why should i try?" that was obvious, wasn't it? well, maybe not for him and his big ego.

his eyes gleamed, as if challenged by your words. sun wukong approached his face close enough to mix in your breathing and with a suggestive whisper he declared "heh, i only thought you were bold enough to lure me in..." his nails brushed slitghly over your exposed arm, causing a deliciously chilling sensation. you felt your legs go weak as a giggle reached your ears.

what's gotten into him? where did that came from?

even though your heart almost gave in to desire, you remained firm in your decision. that would be better. sun wukong was obviously making a fool of you, even if both his sultry gaze and provocative touch tried to make you believe otherwise – in your defense he seemed too flirtatious, like he'd never been before.

the next day the embarrassment was so much that you choose to act as if nothing happened, as if his touch wasn't ghosting over your wrist since the night before when with a sudden grip he tried to stop you from leaving him behind. you tried your best to hide how shaken you've been, not wanting to put any distance towards sun wukong who, somehow, seemed to be restless since that fatidic event. you couldn't and wouldn't go back on your plan – too prideful –, but he sure made you think on changing it...

without any discretion, he would analyze your behavior constantly while searching for any glimpse of what've been confessed by you. his eyes started to gravitate towards your figure more than he would like to admit, as if he was under some kind of spell.

whenever you caught him staring he would try to appear as indifferent as you appeared to him. his ego seemed to be hurt and it was honestly funny to think that it could be because of you. at first you were weirded out by wukong's behavior but now you could only be amused by his reactions.

"i may not be the smartest person out there, but i have a feeling that you've been staring at me quite a lot lately." unfortunately for his pride, that's how the first conversation related to that topic began. "may i ask what do you want from me, almighty monkey king?"

now that was bold of you. too bold for his liking. bold in an annoyingly enticing way. your lazy eyes were so full of expectation and need that it made his insides turn, oh, you still wanted him so bad! he just knew it.

now he was fully determined to make you regret on saying that you would get over him. just you wait and see.

[teklarn]

please, please, please - j. todd

masterlist!

jason todd x gn!reader

genre: a little angsty??? i really don't know LMAO

summary: jason todd has bad habits. REALLY bad habits. not to mention, his reputation is already horrible. all you want is for him to understand that you're trying to make this relationship work, and all he wants you to know is that he's trying so hard to please you. so when you threaten to cancel a double dinner date dick and kori invited you out to, he's determined to stay poised for you, but things get heated when he runs off to the bathroom in the middle of dinner.

heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another. i beg you, don't embarrass me motherfucker.

warnings: just a lil toxic relationship. a little humorous and silly, this is not meant to be taken seriously LMAO. a few curses. and reader is a bit of a (huge) softie, all characters are over 18, very suggestive towards the end. UNEDITED!!!

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when jason comes home covered in blood, you're not even surprised. at this point, you're just disappointed, and he can see it on your face.

you'd wrapped a cardigan around yourself and had sat on the couch, watching the hours tick by. he'd left sometime during the night, and you'd woken up around three in the morning to a cold, empty bed.

you knew he would return. but, without a doubt, he'd return with the lingering smell of alcohol clinging to his leather jacket or with blood splattered somewhere on his body.

unfortunately for you, it was the latter.

"jace," you said breathily, standing up. he could barely look you in the eyes as he removed his blood-red helmet, shaking his dark locks loose.

he didn't say anything, his pride like a cement block in front of you.

"jace," you repeated, harsher this time. you wandered up to him. the first time he'd vanished from bed in the night, he'd come home smelling of alcohol. the next time, which was a week later, it had been blood on his clothes.

you knew joker had messed him up, but when you moved in with him, you didn't expect his destructive habits to be this.

for months now, he'd been sneaking around behind your back, hiding his bad habits.

you gripped his chin, tilting his face up at you. even though you lifted his face, his eyes stayed trained on the ground, as if there was something intensely interesting about it.

"look at me, jason todd." his full name snapped him to attention. his eyes flickered to meet yours.

"y/n," he said, an apology already lacing his tone. "i'm―"

"don't. don't give me that, jason todd."

he dropped his helmet on the floor, dragging his feet and leaning in for your touch. "can we please just―"

"no, jason. you cannot keep doing this." at this point, it didn't phase you anymore. "we have a dinner tomorrow! are you kidding me? it's nearly five in the morning."

"you didn't have to...wait up for me."

you scoffed. "excuse me? jason, i woke up and you were gone. of course i'm going to wonder where you are. but this has become so normal that i just hope you come home in a somewhat normal state." you sighed, gritting your teeth. "look, honey. i understand you've been through things. you've been through things no one should ever have to endure. but realistically, it doesn't excuse any of this."

you flicked a speck of blood on his jacket. "blood? are you kidding me, jason?" you ran a hand down your face. "i don't even know what to say anymore. you just need to―"

he pulled you in, his big arms wrapping around your waist and hugging you tightly. he pressed his lips into yours, needy but astonishingly gentle.

"please," he muttered into the kiss. "please, darling."

you refused to melt. you didn't want to just pass this on as nothing. blood wasn't nothing. you'd already been swayed so many times before. not this time.

but oh, the way his hands just found the perfect place on your waist to pull you in. the way his strong biceps curled around your back, apologetic and promising to keep you safe.

he made a small, muffled noise. "i know i fuck up. like, every night." he let out a long breath, tickling your neck. "i fuck up every night, who am i kidding, darling? but...if we could just..." you knew what he was going to say next.

if we could just go to sleep, darling?

you found the strength to push away from him. "fine." it was your turn to stare at the ground, unable to meet his needy gaze. "i just..." you sighed. "maybe we should cancel the dinner tomorrow night." it was a double date.

dick and koriand'r had invited you two out as a double date. dick thought it would be nice to get jason out of the house.

and you had to admit, it would be nice. but at this point, you were beginning to lose hope.

"what?" jason muttered. he brushed your shoulders. "darling, you've been looking forward to this dinner all week. it's all you can talk about."

you wiggled out of his gentle grasp. "it's also all i can worry about, jace." you turned away, toying with the threads of your cardigan.

the silence was so thick you could cut through it. he rested a hand on your shoulder. "darling...i―"

darling. always darling this, darling that. darling, i'll be better. darling, i'll change. you wanted to swat his hand away. but you couldn't find the anger to do so.

"no. we...it's okay." you turned and cupped his scarred face. you traced your thumbs over the bumps, the uneven skin. the scars you'd memorized so easily. the scars you kiss every night. "you haven't been looking forward to it, i know."

"but i can...i want to be there. for you."

your heart clenched. "jason. i know that, but i cannot go knowing that..."

"that what?"

"knowing that we're still doing this. how do i know you're not going to cuss someone out at the restaurant? how do i know you're not going to let it slip that you've fallen back into alcohol, back into...into..."

he finished for you, "...killing?"

the word put a bitter taste in your mouth, though you weren't even the one to utter it. "yes..."

"i won't."

"you know who dick will report you to if you do."

"yeah...yeah, i know darling. i know." he cupped your face. "i want to be there. you've been wanting to do something with me for so long. i want to do this. for you. i've just been stressing out about it."

you raised an eyebrow. "that's why you had to go out? you were stressing about this?"

he swallowed.

"how about you talk to me next time?"

he squeezed his eyes shut. "i knew i should have. darling, i'm sorry. i know you hear that all the time, but...tonight, can we please just―"

"forget it?" you nearly chortled. "no. i'm not forgetting this." you said it softly. you weren't mad. just...disappointed. but whatever.

"can we please go to sleep, darling?"

"if you promise that the next time you feel like sneaking out on me, you'll wake me up and talk to me about whatever it is that's bothering you. alright? instead of shutting down on me."

"i promise. i promise." his lips tilted up in a tired smile before you led him to your shared bedroom.

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you fixed his crooked red tie. the fancy suit was a strange compliment to his rugged, scarred face, but you thought he looked handsome regardless.

his lips were pressed in a tense line.

"hey," you said. you brushed your thumb over his jaw. he went slack from your touch, eyes softening. "it'll be okay," you reassured. "thank you for doing this for me." please don't fuck it up.

"thank you for being patient with me, y/n." you heard the unspoken words there: i'm trying. he slipped his hands down your figure-hugging dress. "you look so beautiful."

"so do you," you chuckled. you intertwined your fingers with his. "come on, we're going to be late, darling."

the drive there was tense, memories of last night floating in the air. you didn't want him to think you were angry. you were too used to his bad habits to be angry anymore. you were just frustrated, to say the least.

the restaurant was fancy. a glittering floor of black marble and fake stars greeted you.

"we're meeting some friends here," you said to the host. "we had a reservation for four?"

the host nodded. "right this way." the host nodded, smiling at you and jason. jason simply grunted in greeting. you didn't fail to notice the host's smile beginning to fade.

you brushed the exchange off.

seated at the table was dick and kori. he waved you over, kori greeting you with a blindingly friendly smile.

"friends," she said, standing up to wrap her arms around you. "it's nice to see you two." her eyes landed on jason. "jason. are you well?"

"mhm," he grunted simply.

kori sensed the hesitation in the room. everyone could, but luckily dick was quick to change the subject.

"fancy, right?" he smile at jason.

you didn't take offense to how their attention seemed trained on your boyfriend. they were monitoring him. you wished you could reassure them that he was completely stable.

"yeah, real fancy," jason replied.

"you look wonderful in a suit, jason." kori smiled.

the dinner was going well. as well as it could be. halfway through, you realized jason had barely said anything. his leg was bouncing underneath the table like an anxious dog; his fists were clenched, knuckled turning white and imprints of crescent moons on his palms.

your heart clenched at the sight of him. he'd barely touched his food, too.

dick and kori were great at filling the dead air. they carried out conversations when you fell silent, and when jason failed to subsitute anything to the conversation.

they seemed to be enjoying themselves, and honestly, you were too. you were getting a bit tipsy, and you needed to.

ten minutes after you noticed jason getting more and more anxious, he excused himself to the bathroom.

another ten minutes passed, and you continued your tipsy, light-hearted conversation with dick and kori. another ten, and dick suggested, "should i go check on jason? he's been in the bathroom for a while."

you had totally forgotten. you stood, wobbly in your heels. "i will. i'll just shoot him a text." your cheeks were heating from the alcohol.

you were willing to bet he hadn't been in the bathroom this entire time. rather, he was standing right outside of the bathroom.

"jason," you said sternly, trying not to slur your words. you had desperately needed this night. one night where you didn't have to worry about him. "what are you doing?"

"y/n, darling." he sighed. "i'm sorry. i just...i panicked and―look, i'm trying. i'm fucking trying, but they talk so much and everything is so damn loud."

you sighed. "okay. fine. fine. we can go. just. ugh...fine. nevermind." maybe it was the alcohol that was irking you. maybe it was the fact you'd told kori and dick that he'd been doing so much better, knowing he hadn't been.

maybe you were a fool for this entire thing.

maybe you should just break up.

maybe all of this was for nothing and you had finally stopped and―

"don't." jason's word stopped your racing heart. you felt it drop into your stomach as you met his red-hot gaze.

"don't what, jace?" his well-worn nickname was full of venom as you spat it out of your mouth. you were pissed. you felt sympathetic. you had felt that way since you started dating, but had you come to a point where it became too much for you?

his eyes narrowed as he lifted your chin. "just don't...don't look at me like that."

"ike what?" you seethed, resisting the urge to shove his hand away.

"like you want to kill me." he said it softly, as if he was wounded simply by how you looked at him. "don't look at me like you hate me."

your withering gaze faltered, just by the smallest bit, but you saw the way he reacted to it. the way his own hardened features seemed to relax. "i don't hate you," you mutter, averting your gaze. you sighed, running your hands up and down your outfit. "i'm just...frustrated."

"me too," jason agreed. "i know," he repeated before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours.

it came as such a shock, but you should have seen it coming, honestly. your heart was pounding as you suddenly became all-too aware of the muffled voices drifting in from the restaurant.

"jason," you said through the kiss. "jason i don't think we―"

"mm," he groaned into the kiss, pressing harder to silence you.

you knew it was wildly inappropriate to be doing this here, especially considering you had two other people waiting on you and jason. but the rest of you couldn't help but agree with all of this.

with the kiss, with the way his hand trailed through your outfit and onto your bare back. with the way his breaths became more frantic, more needy, more desperate.

without looking which restroom it was, jason pushed you against the door and shoved it open, and within seconds his nimble hands had locked the two of you in a bathroom stall, all without breaking the kiss.

you breathed out, finally breaking away. "jason," you whispered. "we really shouldn't."

"i need you, y/n. i...fuck." he ran a frustrated hand through his hair before desperately shoving his face back into yours, keeping you close to him.

he wrapped a hand around your waist and cupped one around the back of your neck. as if he could keep pushing you closer to him. as if he could never be close enough.

your face scrunched with desperation as he trailed a finger along the bare skin of your neck, threatening to undo every bit of you.

you moaned, but it was cut off by the bathroom door slamming open.

your eyes flared with fear as you and jason broke apart from the kiss. he pressed your back to his chest, sitting down on the toilet so you could rest on his lap. you kept your legs up so it appeared only one person was in the stall.

slowly, jason moved a hand to your mouth, silencing your shuddering breaths.

"quiet, now," he whispered.

there was a shuffle, another set of footsteps entering before, within a few minutes, both were gone. shakily, you turned to jason.

your eyes flickered with need.

"oh," he said, a teasing smile crossing his face. his voice was still dropped to a barely audible whisper. "now you want to go home?"

he could tell just from the look in your eyes.

you nodded sheepishly.

"we'll let kori and dick know." he shot you a winner's smile. one letting you know he'd trumped over you entirely. "don't worry, you can throw me under the bus and say i was having a mental breakdown or something."

you ruffled a hand through his dark hair. "there, now it really looks like you were going through it." you chuckled.

"home?" he whispered in your ear. "then i won't have to cover your damn mouth."

his voice sent shivers down your spine. "mhm..." your voice was a mere squeak. "home..."

you just needed to sneak the hell out of this damn bathroom, and if it wasn't soon, you and jason both weren't sure how long you'd be able to keep your hands off one another.

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UNEDITED!

[mustainegf]

idk if uve done smth like this b4 but dave in like 84-85 and ur at a party and he's mad cause ur with kirk.. 😁 then he finally gets u two alone anddd it escalates!!! thank uuu

Young Dave is sooooo Mmm… dave at this age was pretty toxic so I tried to give that vibe

WARNINGS: Degradation, really possessive dave, dave is a little toxic, rough sex

❕ ALL SEX IS CONSENSUAL ❕

I navigated my way through the crowd, keeping an eye out for my friend Dave. He was off doing his own thing, mingling and drinking—and probably indulging in some sort of heavy drug, while I tried to find my own place in the chaos.

I eventually found myself in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall and nursing a drink.

I felt a bit out of place. That's when I noticed him, a tall, lean man with long, curly black hair and a calm presence.

Kirk Hammett. The newest addition to Metallica, and Dave’s replacement in the band.

I watched him for a moment, captivated by his soft eyes. He looked up and caught my eye, a small, welcoming smile spreading across his lips.

"Hey," he said, his voice smooth and friendly. "Enjoying the chaos?"

I nodded, feeling a bit shy but drawn to his easy demeanor. "Yeah, it's something," I replied, trying to make myself heard over the music.

He giggled softly, a sound that seemed to cut through the noise.

"It's always like this," he said. "But it's nice to take a break and talk sometimes. I'm Kirk, by the way."

"I know," I said with a smile.

We began talking, the conversation flowing like melting butter. Kirk was charming and quite easy to talk to. I found myself finally relaxing, enjoying his company and the temporary escape from the madness.

But then out of nowhere, Dave appeared. His expression was dark, eyes narrowed as he glared at me.

I barely had time to react before he grabbed my arm and tugged me away from Kirk.

"Dave, what-" I started to say, but he cut me off, his grip tightening painfully around my arm.

"We need to talk," he hissed, pulling me through the crowd with a force that made my heart race.

I glanced back at Kirk, who looked concerned, but there was nothing he could do. Dave was determined, and I knew better than to argue with him when he was like this.

He dragged me down a hallway and shoved me into an empty bedroom, slamming the door behind us and locking it. The sudden silence was uncomfortable, the party's noise now a distant hum.

I turned to face him, my heart thudding in my chest.

"Dave, what the hell?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear growing in me.

He was fuming, his face red with anger. "What the fuck were you doing talking to Kirk?" he spat, his eyes blazing.

"Do you know who he is? He's my fucking replacement!"

I took a step back, the intensity of his anger catching me off guard.

"I was just talking to him, Dave," I said, my voice trembling. "He seemed nice, and we were just having a conversation."

"Just a conversation?" he sneered, taking a step closer. "Do you have any idea how that looks? You, talking to the guy who took my place? Do you think that’s acceptable?"

I swallowed hard, feeling the room closing in around me. "Dave, I didn't mean to upset you," I said softly, trying to calm him down. "I didn't think it would be a big deal."

He laughed, a harsh, bitter sound that sent a curb in my gut. "Not a big deal?" he repeated, shaking his head. "You need to learn who you belong to."

Before I could react, he grabbed me and shoved me onto the bed, his hands rough and demanding. I gasped, the force of his actions leaving me utterly shocked.

He loomed over me, his eyes dark with fury and something else, something possessive.

"You think you can just talk to any guy you want?" he growled, his hands gripping my wrists and pinning them above my head. "You need to remember who owns you."

I trembled beneath him, a jumble of fear and arousal flooding my senses. There was something so sexy about his dominance. Despite the fear, I could feel the heat building between my legs, my body responding eagerly.

"I'm sorry, Dave," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to make you angry."

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You'll be sorry," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to."

He released my wrists, only to tear at my clothes, his hands rough and unyielding.

I whimpered, the sound escaping my lips as he stripped me bare, he did it with such ease, as if he’d imagined tearing my clothes off hundreds of times before.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So fuckin’ sexy. All mine."

“Do you want this baby? I won’t do it if you don’t want me to,” he whispered, squeezing my thigh.

“Keep going, I want it Dave, I want it,” I begged.

He didn't give me a chance to say any more before his hands were ravaging me again, his grip harsh. And I liked it.

He grabbed my hips, flipping me over so that I was on my hands and knees, my body trembling. I could feel his breath hot against my skin.

I was a little nervous to have my pussy perched up and at his full display, but by the growl that seemed to tumble from his throat, he was enjoying it.

"You're going to take everything I give you," he growled, his hand coming down hard on my ass, the sting making me gasp. "You're going to beg for it."

"Please," I whimpered, my body aching for more. "Please, Dave, I need you.”

"Good girl," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You're going to take it all."

I heard the sound of his zipper, I couldn’t believe this was happening, Dave was really going to be inside of me. I could hardly believe it, or wait, I wanted it so bad.

He grabbed my hips, positioning himself at my entrance, the tip of his cock teasing me, making me moan.

"Tell me who you belong to," he demanded, his grip tightening on my ass.

"You," I gasped, my voice trembling. "I belong to you, Dave."

"That's right," he growled, thrusting into me with no warning, making me cry out. "You're mine."

He didn't hold back, his thrusts hard and fast, each one making me clench and squirm. I could feel the heaviness of his anger in every movement, the way he took me with such dominance.

It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and I could feel myself getting lost in the rough sex.

"You're going to take everything I give you," he said, his voice rough with desire. "You're going to beg for it."

"Please," I whined, my body trembling with need. "Please, Dave, I need more."

He laughed, a dark and wicked sound. "That's right," he said, his thrusts becoming even more forceful, somehow. "You're mine. Say it."

"I'm yours," I gasped, my voice raw and raspy. "I'm yours, Dave. Please, I need you."

"That's right," he sneered, his voice dripping with pure venom.

"And don't you ever forget it. I'm not some replacement like Kirk. I'm the real deal. He could never make you feel like this, could he?"

"No," I whimpered, my body trembling with the force of his hips. "Only you, Dave. Only you can make me feel like this."

"Exactly," he growled, his cock becoming even more demanding. "Kirk could never fuck you like this. He could never own you like I do."

I begged, the pleasure and humiliation combining in a way that left me hornier than ever.

"You belong to me," he said in a low growl. "No one else. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I whimpered. "Yes, I understand. I'm yours."

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you?"

"Yes," I moaned, my body on the edge of release. "Please, Dave, I need to cum."

"Then cum for me," he commanded, his thrusts becoming uneven. "Cum for me, and remember who you belong to."

With a final, desperate moan, I came, my body shivering with my orgasm. It was probably the best feeling I’d ever had.

Dave didn't stop, his hips relentless, scooping out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess.

He followed mere seconds later, his grip tightening on my hips as he came with a low, guttural growl.

I felt my insides warm up, gushing full of his hot and sticky seed.

The room was filled with the sounds of our ragged breaths, the air foggy with the scent of sex and sweat.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies tangled together, both of us sated. Dave pulled me into his arms, his touch surprisingly gentle in the aftermath of our not so gentle encounter.

"You're mine," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Always remember that."

"Mmhm," I whispered, my voice laced with exhaustion. "I'm yours, Dave. Always."

[askinkiskarma]

ੈ♡˳ ɪ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛɪᴍᴇ

Pairing: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader

Synopsis: You and Neteyam's relationship only knows the 3Fs: fighting, fleeing or... loving.

Requested: Yes.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI. aged up!, smut (p in v, oral - f receiving, light choking, praise kink), fluff, kinda toxic relationship but it's fine cause it's neteyam and i don't see red when it comes to him, it's all golden

WC: 2.3k words

A/N: how the hell did this also turn fluffy in the end??? what is wrong w me??? anyway, i had so so much fun with this request, it might quickly become one of my favourite things i've ever written. thank you so much for the sweet anonnie who suggested it, and i hope you enjoy x

I get tired of your no-shows You get tired of my control They keep telling me to let go But I don't really let go when I say so 

"Everybody's going out. Just come out with us. Don't let him ruin another perfectly nice eclipse."

Your best friend was so right, as she always was, as she gave you this speech for what felt like the millionth time in the years you've had an on-again, off-again situationship with the prince of the Omaticaya, the one and only Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan - a man you loved, that you wished you didn't sometimes, most times, especially tonight, as he forgot about your plans... again, in order to train for way longer than was needed or necessary, way longer than anybody else... again.

Look, you loved Neteyam's drive. It was part of what drove you to him to begin with. He was unrelenting and determined, he was powerful and skilled, he was savvy and intelligent, he was beautiful and charming, he loved his family to death and was incredibly loyal and all those things made him just so. damn. hot.

They also made him the reason you wanted to pull your braids out, because those traits were good in moderation, but nothing was ever grey with Neteyam. No, Neteyam was all or nothing always, black or white and nothing else, and that meant that loyalty for his family quickly turned into neglect for you, determination for his practice quickly turned to forgetfulness of you, and his power, beauty, intelligence and charm meant you never got to do anything about it, because, if you ever tried, you ended up overpowered, outsmarted and fucked dumb face down on your mat until you forgot you were ever mad to begin with.

I've tried to fight our energy, but everytime I think I'm free  You get high and call on the regular I get weak and fall like a teenager Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you?

"How many times do I have to tell you I'm sorry? I need to do this, tiyawn, I have to be stronger for my family, for my clan... for you. You're being unreasonable."

"I'm being unreasonable?! Are you out of your fucking mind?"

You feel tears pool in your eyes and spill like a broken fountain as you take him in, bloodied gashes and muddy patches, tired eyes and calloused hands and still... the most beautiful man you've ever seen in your life. He looked at you exasperatedly, like you're the crazy one, and you hate it. Hate what he's doing to you, hate that he doesn't consider you or think about you, and that his sorries are always stained with unspoken truths, like how he doesn't truly mean it, not when to him, it's all justified, it's all warranted, and shouldn't be questioned.

"Every day and night, I do nothing but wait, Neteyam. Wait for a man who doesn't think twice about the plans he's made, the promises he never keeps, the memories that sour with every absence he gifts to me like a necklace that half-chokes me to death. I'm tired. I can't do this anym-"

A kiss is all it takes to silence you, to stun you, to make you melt in his embrace the way you always do, all the arguments and the ultimatums swallowed under the intensity of the touch of his lips on yours, his tongue meeting your own in a welcome embrace, so intimate and knowing, so fucking frustrating.

"Net-..."

His thumb traces your lips, the mix of your salivas making the glide easy, as his beautiful golden eyes bore into yours with enough force to cower you, to make you hunger and ache for more. That's all you ever wanted when it comes to Neteyam - more. When his finger pushes gently past your lips and into your mouth, you immediately close them around him and lick... and suck, and he moans, his gaze growing darker and needier with each second you're not writhing under him, the way you should be, the way you were meant to be.

"No, tiyawn. I can't let you speak if you insist on saying those insipid, meaningless words again. You won't leave, because you can't leave. Because you're mine. And I'm yours. You own me."

His hand grabs yours and redirects it to his loincloth, tented up under the weight of his hard-on and the slight damp spot under your touch makes you swallow instinctively. You had no thoughts outside of him anymore, outside of the overwhelming desire that took over you whenever he was in your presence, his being inundating your senses and hijacking your mind to be rid of all but him, full of him, only him.

"Look what you do to me. You. Only you. I need you. Always. I know I'm not good enough, I know, but ..."

His hands find their way to your ass, lifting you gently, and you wrap your thighs around him, although there's no need, not when he moves you just a few feet until he's sitting on your mat, laying you gently on it. When he moves his hands, he takes your loincloth with him, and you whine softly at the sudden cool breeze that hits your aching, sopping core.

"...Let me show you how sorry I am."

When he lays down with his head between your thighs, you know he's forgiven already, because whatever he's about to do is always more than enough to make up for all the shit he didn't do, because the stuff he knows how to do is enough to excuse world calamities and mass destruction in your mind.

Just when I get on a new wave Boy, you look at me and I slip outta my lace They keep calling me a head-case 'Cause I can't make a good case why we can't change

"You're out of your mind, tiyawn."

"Well, if I'm out of my mind, then you made me out of my mind, you skxawng."

"Can we talk about this somewhere more private?"

You have to admit, starting the fight at the communal dinner in front of his parents, the leaders of the clan, and your friends, and everyone you knew, was probably a bit gauche and uncouth, but you think it was just more than anything a perfect testimony of how this man drove you to the brink of insanity in a way no one else could.

"Fine, but I swear to Eywa that if you -"

"A-ah, fuck!"

Propped with your hands on his shoulders, his fingers around your throat, you were bouncing up and down his cock, trying to ignore how you could be caught at any point, how close you were to the communal fire, barely covered by some shrubbery, how fear was fuel for your desire as his tip kept slamming into your cervix so hard you felt it in your ribcage when he rutted upwards into you.

"Quiet, tiyawn. You don't want people to hear us, now do you?"

A glint of mischief flashed across his eyes, smirk to match, as he brought the hand he had gripped on your hips to help him move you on his length forward, circling your clit masterfully and you whimper again, eliciting a small laugh from him.

"Or maybe you like that? 'That turn you on, huh? My dirty girl."

The sound of skin slapping against skin was so strident you'd be surprised if someone wouldn't come just to see if they can catch the end tail of a rousing performance people couldn't help but clap for, but to be honest with yourself, you didn't care. It was known in the village - your mad, intense, mercurial, quixotic relationship with Neteyam. You were both crazy - for each other, and in general, it seemed, because you fought, fled and fucked more often than truly anyone could keep with with.

"Eywa, I love watching you take my cock. You're such a good girl, and you always take me so well, tiyawn. So well."

You said nothing as the rush of all the sensations trying you quickly became overwhelming, as the heady combination of being chocked by a man who knew how to use it to your advantage helped heighten his ministrations on your clit, his wild and intemperate thrusts that stretched you and filled like you craved, like only he could, and you come, whining and sobbing, nails digging painfully in his skin. He follows suit, his own groans unable to be kept hidden, and he releases his hand from around your neck and brings it back to the nape of your neck, willing you softly in his chest, where, although full of cobwebs and a little dusty, would always be your home.

"Shh, that's right. Did so well for me, tiyawn. My perfect girl." A kiss on your temple, soft and intimate, and the constant shower of unbridled praise, that you lived to see come out of his beautiful mouth as he filled you up with his cock, reminded you why you stayed and came back, over and over. Because it was worth it. And he was worth it.

"I'm still fucking mad at you."

I get drunk, pretend that I'm over it Self-destruct, show up like an idiot Why, oh why does God keep bringing me Back to you?

"We are never getting back together. Like ever." you say in between sips of fermented yovo juice, that always goes to your head way too quickly, that always makes a mess out of your tongue and a slur of your words.

"I want to believe you, friend...I really do, but... you've said that one too many times. You're the girl that cried Palulukan. Nobody's coming to rescue you now, sister."

"N-no..." the hiccup was violent enough to make you throw up in your mouth and you groaned, the headache caused by the startled yelp digging in your temples. “I me-mean it this t-time. It’s o-over.” You were stomping your feet in determination, eager to prove that you would once and for all be rid of the man that was nowhere to be found for the village celebration that he’s known about for months.

“Lo-Lo’ak! Hey Lo’ak!” The sighting of Neteyam’s nicer, more amiable, sociable younger brother was a one for sore eyes, as it proved that it wasn’t family duty keeping your boyfriend… ex-boyfriend… away, it was his own maddening stubbornness and selfishness doing it instead.

“Neteyam’s training… I’m sorry. We told him to come, but he… gets in like a weird trance whenever he’s on the grounds, I swear it’s like something out of an Earth zombie movie.”

You didn’t know what he was talking about and he didn’t elaborate before he took off, leaving you leaning against a tree with only your tiny friend as a barrier between your face and the cold, hard, ground.

“Argh, who cares?! It’s be-better he’s gone, he’s a k-killjoy anyway and i for one a-am happy to be rid of-“

“Neteyam!” Tuk’s screams close to deafen you and the sound was the last push your body needed to lunge itself forward and hurl the contents of your stomach onto the mossy ground that was now more yellow than it had ever been green.

“Oh, mighty and all-powerful Eywa.”

“Hi, Syulen. I got it, thanks.”

“Take her home, Neteyam. And don’t get any funny ideas.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Come, tiyawn.”

You wanted to protest, but the bile in your mouth was bitter and burning, and so you didn’t, not as he picked you up as gently as if you were a precious flower he didn’t want to wilt, not when he pressed a kiss on your temple as his arm found the back of your knees for added support, not as he carried you home silently, outside of the soft-spoken coos of affection and apologies, while you mumbled unattractively in his chest.

“I hate y-you.”

"I know."

"You're the wo-worst."

"I know."

As you reached your tent, you were greeted by soft trills and purrs that sobered you immediately, that made you jump from his arms and onto the ground, where a small pup lay. It was cautious as you approached, but eventually relaxed around you and let you kneel beside it. It has an ugly gash across its back, that looked like it had been tended to. It was a Palulukan pup, and the thought made fevered chills run down your spine.

"Neteyam, wha-"

"I found him coming back from practice. He was hurt and limping, and clinging to his mother's corpse. I took him home and have been helping my grandmother tend to him ever since. That's why I'm late."

“I know you’ve been lonely since your parents died. Well, he seemed lonely too. His parents are gone, and so I thought… you could be his new home. And I could be yours. I’m done running away, tiyawn. From now on, I only want to run towards things. Towards you. I’m yours. You own me. For good, this time. If you still want me.”

You smile a sheepish smile, looking up at him through your lashes while you pet the new priceless addition to your small family. You really were the girl that cried Palulukan.

“If I say no, will you take him away?”

He winced a little, a grimace marring his beautiful features.

“Of course not.”

“If I say yes, can we all be a family?”

The grimace dissolved as quickly as it appeared and a dazzling, gummy smile replaced it, one that dizzied you in its utter and undeniable beauty, one that you couldn’t help replicate, not when kneeled in front of you and took your face in his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, his own face mere inches from yours.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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[cripplecharacters]

im thinking about making a character who is born autistic and Deaf, would she struggle with learning ASL/[sign language proxy in story universe] because of how important expressions/facial grammar is in ASL? im autistic and hearing but im learning asl in school and it's been very difficult for me to both maintain eye contact and also know when to do the right expressions, would that be something she'd be able to learn easier from birth? thank you!

Hi!

This really depends on the person and their specific autism traits and communication difficulties.

I am autistic and I don't have a lot of trouble following facial grammar in ASL, although I do often struggle with recognizing and interpreting emotion and expression generally, as well as making my own expressions.

ASL grammar has rules of what to do when. Eyebrow movements, pufffing out cheeks, and leaning/angling shoulders are all parts of certain signs and concepts. These rules are something I personally was able to pick up on.

I do sometimes forget, or do the wrong motion! I also rock back and forth a lot, and stim with my hands while I'm signing, which may get in the way of other people understanding. I haven't had too much of a problem though--people generally have understood that it's not part of my signing, just a part of me :) [smile face]

I haven't talked with many autistic people who learned ASL as a first language. However, language delays and difficulty learning language are common among autistic people, so I think it's likely that there are autistic Deaf people who struggle with ASL grammar because they struggle with language or with facial expressions, or who have motor control difficulties that make parts of signing and/or facial grammar physically hard.

Eye contact is important in Deaf culture to show listening, but there are other ways to do that too. There are lots of signs and gestures that are genetic reactions, like how someone might say "mhm" to show they are still paying attention.

Eye contact isn't necessary 100% of the time either! Face and body are important to ASL grammar, so you definitely need to pay attention to a signer's face and body as well as their hands, but this doesn't require making eye contact. Facing the person, along with reaction signs, is usually enough.

I will add--facial grammar greatly enhances understanding, but signs alone still have meaning. A change in the "size" of expression can change the meaning of a sign by changing its intensity, or specific mouth shapes can indicate the use of a synonym, as examples. ASL is still understandable without perfect facial grammar. It may look choppy at first to native signers, but people who spend a lot of time with your character will get to understand their signing specifically.

Some other sign languages that are not ASL rely less on facial grammar. They may rely on size of the sign itself or other cues. An autistic character may still struggle with these, and have trouble replicating them.

This is really all to say: it depends greatly on the person. I don't think an autistic Deaf character's signing, if they signed with less facial expression or variation in signing size, would be significantly different to the "flat" or "unusual" affect that people often refer to autistic people's speaking voices with. However, an autistic person may still struggle with learning and conceptualizing sign language, or have physical difficulty reproducing signs.

Autism encompasses a huge spectrum of communication abilities, so you will need to decide what specifically your character struggles with before you can determine how they will sign.

Please feel free to ask more questions for specifics once you've decided more about your character!

Mod Rock

[woongisi]

Gym Buddy // Seok Matthew

dom!Seok Matthew x sub!gn!Reader // SMUT

WC// 1.9k

Synopsis// You were no stranger to visiting your boyfriend to hang out while he did his workout routine. Some days, you fail to hide how watching him do so drives you absolutely crazy.

Warnings// degradation, facefucking, choking (on dick, reader receiving), minimal dubcon (reader is somewhat hesitant), blowjobs, sweat + scent kink

Author's Note// This quite literally came to me in a dream and changed my life. Absolutely wasn't into sweat or anything of the sort prior... also may have accidentally killed @gothlcsan !!!

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Situated in his little home gym, fashioned from an unfinished basement, you'd been spotting Matthew for a couple hours now. Perhaps your definition of “spotting” was liberal at best, but what mattered was you were with him while he worked out. You always had some great chatter when you came to visit. Listening to his stories, blasting music a bit too loud, and serving as his impromptu cheerleader.

These sessions always had an unfortunate side effect, which you tended to ignore, but your patience ran thin today. Watching Matthew do his sets in his tight white tee with sleeves rolled up and green basketball shorts that rested just above the knee always left you aching between your legs. Sometimes, you wondered if he forced his strained groans just to drive you up the wall.

Crawling off the leg press machine and stretching his arms above his head, Matthew had caught you staring off into space. Certainly not thinking about his strong arms around your waist when he’s pounding into you or anything of the sort.

“Hey, you ok?” Matthew leaned over to meet your eye level and cocked his head to the side.

Snapping out of your daze and in turn nearly toppling off the bench you were perched on, you cleared your throat awkwardly.

“Uh… I'm fine. Just thinking about a couple things.”

Matthew popped a knowing smirk.

“You're blushing, you know.”

“Fine,” You started. “If you wanna play this game.”

Staring directly into his eyes and messing with the hem of his tee shirt, you spoke quite slowly and deliberately. “I… need you… to take your cock out.” You paused. “After you take a shower.”

Matthew huffed, pretending he couldn't feel the redness rising on his cheeks. Of course he knew how he bothered you but it wasn't common for you to be so direct.

“After I shower? That's no fun. You look like you're about to explode and you insist on waiting?”

Asshole.

The way you looked from his face to his bulge with furrowed brows was telling enough for Matthew to laugh at your neediness and take you into his arms. Telling you that's what he thought and pushing you to your knees once he replaced where you were previously sitting on the bench.

Part of you was still determined to act like this wasn't exactly what you wanted, glaring up at him with faux anger. Another part of you wasn't keen on having your face anywhere near his crotch when he'd just been sweating like crazy for two hours straight. The view of his chest outlined by his damp t-shirt and strong arms crossed over one another was enough to push your doubts to the side, at least mostly.

Matthew’s breathing was still heavy, his mouth hanging open, finding it harder to recover from his workout when he was now looking at you placed between his legs. Your hand slipped up beneath his shirt, running along his abs, but causing you to mentally cringe at the wetness his sweat created on your palm. You could feel his patience already running then, he had plenty of pent up energy left and the intensity his gaze held as it rested upon you was enough to convey it.

“Shirt.” You mumbled, prompting Matthew to pull his tee over his head, nearly tearing the thin white cotton in the process. God, he really was hot. The sheen of sweat accentuated the contour of his chest, his abs, and everything in between. The way you ogled at his figure simultaneously stroked his ego but fueled his impatience.

“That's enough. You wanted this so badly, yeah?” He growled and put one hand on the nape of your neck. Matthew pulled you forward, smushing your face against his groin cheek first which coated the side of your face in his sweat. Your startled gasp caused you to take in his scent in its entirety, sending an electric shock from your stomach straight to your groin.

“Matthew, that's f-fucking gross.” You whined and the way he flashed a pretty smile at you almost pissed you off.

“You're enjoying it, you slut.” His words were cruel in contrast to his expression but you had no rebuttal. As filthy and hot as he was, his natural smell was more intoxicating than you were willing to admit to yourself or to him.

Opting not to say another word, you licked a sloppy stripe along what of his cock you could reach while he held your head in place. Matthew's sigh of relief was music to your ears. “Good…” he muttered under his breath, removing his hand from your neck only after giving it a brief reassuring rub.

Placing your hands on the outside of both of his thighs, you breathed in his scent, rubbing your head against him while you kissed at the outline of his dick. He gradually hardened under your touch, throbbing under the soft fabric of his shorts that was slowly shifting from light green to dark, becoming wet with precum and your saliva.

Matthew’s soft pants filled the air, his breath catching each time you granted extra attention to his tip. You rubbed the expanse of his muscular upper thigh with one hand, using the other to fondle his sack through the fabric.

“Shit, baby,” His head dropped back against the wall. “So good to me, thank you.”

“You smell so good…” Your own words surprised you and your gasps against your lover made his head spin. He chided you for being so adamant about him showering which left your face burning with embarrassment. You aided Matthew in pulling off his shorts, his cock slapping against his stomach. You cupped his balls lightly and peered up to see the way he smiled down to you.

“Fuck, dude, you're so full.” You scolded yourself for calling your boyfriend such a name when his cock was right in front of your face. “When's the last time you jerked off?!”

“I haven't, sweetheart. Knew you were coming within a week.” He carded his fingers through your hair. “Thought I was gonna die, but now I'm thinking it was worth it.”

He’d even taken the time to trim his hair for you. The way you pulsed against your underwear quickly began to frustrate you, forcing yourself to remember that if you're patient you'll get exactly what you want. Wrapping your hand around the base of his length, you took one of his balls gently into your mouth.

“My poor boy must be so sore.” You feigned empathy between breaths. Lolling your tongue around him eagerly. You took careful note of what Matthew seemed to enjoy most. What made his hips shudder, fingers tighten their grip, and high moans fall from his lips. He seemed to particularly enjoy each time you gave his balls a light suck and tug. The weight of his sweaty dick in your hand felt so filthy yet only made you squirm more. You were well accustomed to his taste by now, finding the added salty flavor to be a bit jarring, but more exciting than anything.

Matthew tapped your shoulder a couple times, grabbing your attention.

“Babe, babe please~” He never needed to beg you for a thing but you didn't mind this desperation. “Need my cock down your throat. Missed those pretty lil’ lips around me so badly.”

“Hmm…” You pretended to ponder his request, knowing full well you've been craving exactly that. “Since you did so well keeping your hands off yourself I’ll reward you. You can use me, as hard as you want.”

Matthew's face lit up, thanking you profusely for treating him so well. You stuck your tongue out, allowing him to place the end of his cock on it once he stood up and positioned himself in front of you. He gathered a ball of spit in his mouth, leaning over so that he could let it dribble down onto himself. Your lips closed around him, Matthew harshly grabbed a fistful of your hair, lending his free hand to brace your cheek.

“Deep breaths, baby, tell me if it's too much.” He started carefully at first, pumping in and out until you were accustomed enough for him to completely bottom out. Matthew’s hips bucked forward unintentionally once he hit the back of your throat, feeling you gag against him. He was girthy, so weighty on your tongue and adorned with prominent veins. As soon as you gave his thigh a reassuring stroke, Matthew thrusted into your wet mouth harshly.

You relaxed your throat, allowing him to fuck into you with ease. Your nails dug into the flesh of his thighs, leaving crescent moon marks in their wake and making Matthew’s cock twitch. He picked up the pace, holding your head in place as repeatedly bottomed out.

His hips connected with your face haphazardly with every thrust of your hips. Each time you choked on him sent shockwaves throughout your whole body. In the moment, you were nothing but a hole for him to fuck to his hearts content and it made want to melt.

Pulling out to allow you to breathe for a moment, you coughed harshly with your chest heaving. Tears rolled down your cheeks in steady rivulets. Allotting you little time to prepare, Matthew shoved his entire length down your throat, letting out a strangled moan when your muscles clenched down hard around him. You scarcely had any time to take in air, feeling dizzy and painfully turned on while Matthew abused your throat for all it was worth.

Thick strings of your saliva and Matthew’s leaking precum created a lewd visual of a hot sticky mess on your face and the base of his dick.

“Such a good fucking toy for me,” Matthew spat. “Taking my cock so well like the worthless piece of meat you are.”

It was rare for him to be so harsh to you, so degrading and so cruel. It only served to deepen the building coil in your stomach. You were lightheaded, eyes rolling back in your head at the lack of oxygen.

“Just a little longer, know you can take it. Be good for me, alright?” You weren't sure you truly could handle more without losing consciousness but the resounding moans and strings of curses falling from Matthew's mouth had you determined to stick it out.

Suddenly, Matthew buried himself deep in your throat and forced your head to keep in place. White hot ropes of his cum gushed down your throat, choking you in the process for what felt like forever. He tasted so good, so mouthwatering, you wondered briefly if he'd been changing his diet just for this too. Once he pulled out, you sputtered out whatever of his seed hadn't made it completely down your throat. Your chest was heaving, fresh air relieving the burning in your lungs. Your legs were trembling, heart slamming against your chest, shakily moaning as you recovered.

Matthew took your hand into his own, giving it a reassuring squeeze and caringly stroking your hair.

“Are you alright, love?” He pouted with a tinge of worry. “Was I too rough?”

You shook your head eagerly. “S-So good, Matt, so fuckin good.”

He helped bring you up on to the bench, peppering kisses across your face. “You did so well for me, my favorite little slut.”

“Matthew…” Your eyes set heavy with lust, intensely staring at your lover while taking in his scent that had only increased.

“Hm?”

“Need you in me. Now. Think I might lose my mind without it.”

“Shit, after what you just did? How could I ever deny you?”

Maybe you'd have to visit his gym more often.

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Konig and 141 boys hearing "Ok, boomer" from a younger so. Not in a mean way, though, but as a joke. Maybe they disagreed on something. Ty so much.

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Task Force 141 (+König) + gn! reader

OMG. I LOVE THIS IDEA. AHHHH thank you for the request Anon! Hope you enjoyyyy💞💞💞

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König

As you and König sat on the couch, engaged in a passionate debate about the merits of modern technology, your voices filled the room. The topic at hand was the increasing reliance on smartphones and social media, and the generational gap between you was apparent.

"Well…" König stated firmly, his voice laced with skepticism, "You are too consumed by your smartphones. Back in my day, we didn't have these distractions."

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. "Oh, come on, König. You're sound like a boomer."

Silence filled the air and you watched as König's expression shifted from one of determination to confusion. His brows furrowed, and they fell into deep thought, comprehending your remark. The room grew quiet as könig processed the joke, his mind caught between questioning if it was satire or an actual insult.

Ten minutes passed, each second filled with mounting tension and anticipation. Finally, König broke the silence, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Y/N" he said cautiously, their eyes meeting yours "did you mean that as a joke?"

A mischievous grin spread across your face as you reassured him "Of course, König! It was just a playful jab, nothing more. I didn't mean any harm." You didn’t think he would really think about your statement.

König's shoulders relaxed, and a chuckle escaped their lips. "I suppose I still have much to learn about your sense of humor." he admitted with a smile. "But let me tell you, the world can be a serious place. Sometimes it's good to find a balance between tradition and progress."

You nodded in agreement. His last sentence just proved your point but you don’t say anything. You just smile at him because he looks adorable when he tries to lecture you about random things.

Simon Riley

Simon and you never really fought since you both are scared at the thought of screaming at each other. But one day, as you engaged in a spirited debate about a current topic, a disagreement emerged between you and Simon. The tension crackled in the air as opposing viewpoints clashed. In an attempt to lighten the mood, you playfully say "Okay boomer."

Simon's brow furrowed in confusion, his piercing blue eyes searching your face for a clue. "Boomer?" he repeated, his voice tinged with genuine puzzlement. "I'm not that old! Compared to Price, I'm practically a baby compared to him."

A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of your lips let a wheeze escape, realizing the misunderstanding. "Oh, Simon" you replied, laughter dancing in your voice. "It was just a joke. I didn't mean it literally." you continued to laugh.

Relief washed over Simon's face, replaced by a wry grin. "Ah, I see" he said, his voice laced with amusement. "You certainly know how to keep me on my toes, don't you? But next time, warn me before you unleash your arsenal of jokes."

You playfully nudged him, the camaraderie between you reigniting. "Deal" you replied, your eyes sparkling. "Consider yourself warned, Lieutenant Riley. From now on, I'll make sure to give you a heads up before I unleash any more jokes."

As laughter filled the room, the tension disappeared, replaced by a sense of shared Love.

John MacTavish

The two of you found yourselves engrossed in a lively debate, each passionately defending your respective opinions. The air crackled with the sparks of disagreement as the conversation grew more intense. And just when it seemed like the tension would overwhelm the room, you couldn't help but blurt out "Okay boomer" as a joke.

John's reaction was utterly priceless. His usually composed demeanor shattered like a clay pot dropped from a rooftop. A wheeze escaped his lips, followed by a burst of uncontrollable laughter. His shoulders shook and he clutched his sides, struggling to catch his breath..

Your eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of shock and amusement playing on your face. John's laughter was too funny and soon, you found yourself doubled over, laughter escaping your lips.

The room echoed with your laughter. The weight of the disagreement lifted, overshadowed by the sheer absurdity of the situation. Time seemed to stand still as the two of you laughed, tears streaming down your faces, muscles aching from the sheer force of your amusement.

Finally, as the laughter began to subside, John wiped a tear from his eye and managed to compose himself. His voice still tinged with residual chuckles, he says"That... that was unexpected." And soon you forgot about the disagreement and talked about something else.

John Price

You and John spent as much time together as you can. It became clear that your perspectives on certain matters didn't always align. One day, during a discussion about a topic with Kids and if they should have an iPad at such a young age for school, you both had different views.

"Okay boomer." you finally say as John said something only and older person would say.

Price raised an eyebrow, momentarily taken aback by your response. His eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward, his voice laced with confusion. "Boomer, am I? I may be old, but I'm not that old. Don't underestimate me."

Your laughter escaped your lips, filling the air that even John couldn't resist. He watched you, a mixture of confusion and amusement playing across his features.

"What's so funny?" he asked, unable to contain a smile of his own.

You composed yourself, wiping away tears of laughter. "John, it was just a joke."

Price's stern expression softened, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. "Ah, I see. So, it's just a harmless jab, then?"

You nodded, still chuckling. "Exactly." you said.

Price leaned back, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Well, I'm glad we got that cleared up."

Kyle Garrick

One sunny afternoon, as you and Kyle lounged around the base, the topic of conversation took an unexpected turn. A lively debate came up with you expressing your opinion and Kyle fervently defending his own.

"Okay boomer," you exclaimed.

A look of mock outrage crossed Kyle's face as he showed offense. "Hey now, I'm not even old! I‘m not even 30?" he replied, defending himself.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the air. He looked amused and in that moment he understood that it was satire and you didn’t mean it actually.

Kyle's expression softened, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "You!" he said letting out a chuckle himself.

[the-demonus-aunt]

TW: SA

If you write for the datables can I request the dateables version of telling them that you were r@ped in the past? No pressure ofc

Hi, so sorry it took me so long!

I really hope you're doing okay! I gave it my best shot. As I said in the brothers' version: Please tell me if I wrote something upsetting!

I don't write for Luke or the new characters (I'm only on S3), but I hope the rest of them bring you comfort ♡

Solomon

Silence. Long uncomfortable silence. Did he even hear you?

He's a bit confused. In his eternal life, of course, he has met people like you before. People who had to deal with things they simply don't deserve. So why is he reacting so...intensely?

Rage. Sadness. Helplessness. Frustration. The swirl of emotions that's taking him over is so foreign to him.

When he finally looks up, lifts his eyes to your confused face, he knows he's going to do something completely irresponsible.

But now's not the time. Now he should be there for you.

He gets up to prepare a potion. What kind he doesn't know - one to help forget? One to cleanse your soul? One to make you feel cosy and protected?

He starts a batch of each, fidgeting around without being able to think clearly

You literally have to tell him to stop, so that he notices that he forgot to actually react and comfort you

The firmest hug you have ever received ensues.

"I want to help. What can I do, MC? What can I do to make it better?"

Simeon

The angel has always struggled with the dichotomy of his nature and the violent thoughts that sometimes find their way into his head

By now, he's able to switch them off at will. They'll haunt him at a later point in time, but for now, your needs are all he sees

He'll take your face into his hands and wipe away the tears with a simple swipe of his thumb

He'll stare into your eyes until you can physically feel the love he holds for you

There's only you and him and comfort

It'll take years before he can stop randomly baking for you, randomly hugging you, obsessively telling you how lovable you are, just to show you how much you mean

"You're everything to me, so you deserve the world. Forget those who treated you badly. I will erase them from your mind."

Diavolo

The Prince might be a big himbo but he isn't stupid.

As the ruler of demons, he knows exactly what people are capable of. And yet, everytime he hears about the cruelty in the world, he just can't comprehend: how? Why?

It pains him so much that you, too, had to experience something like this.

For a second, he considers asking Barbatos to undo it. Make your past go away. Of course, he immediately realises that that's not what his butler can do at all. He does not erase the past. He can only switch timeliness.

So...what then? How does he make it go away?

He never stops wondering. But he does settle for protecting you as well as he possibly can. For being there for you when you need him. For doing better than the person that made you feel this way.

"I can't undo what happened. But I will make sure you will never know pain like that again. Please rely on me."

Barbatos

You can see how hard he has to swallow. How his fist cramps.

You can see the exact moment he decides that he will start checking on every second of your future. Of your safety.

Of course, you don't know that that's what you're seeing. You only know that a creepy kind of determination spreads across his face.

You have earned yourself a bodyguard. He is definitely overdoing it.

It's hard to convince him he's doing more damage than he's helping. But eventually, he understands.

That will not stop him from asking Solomon for protection amulets. From preparing you cursed desserts that make you feel warm and safe and tingly on the inside.

Also, did he start touching you more? Not inappropriately. Just his fingers grazing yours. His arm around you when you're standing next to each other.

"I'm here. Whatever you need, I'm here."

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Hey! Can I request Recom lyle wainfleet x shy!reader pls? I love you!! <3

I didn’t think I would be doing requests since I’m pretty busy with school and my small business but this was adorable and I couldn’t resist so thank you anon! I really feel like Lyle would be be pretty chill around a shy person but I also feel like the more he gets to know them he would be into teasing them a bit more. I hope you enjoy! ( ^-^)/💕

Lyle Wainfleet X Shy! Human Reader

* You were hoping to get the chance to work on Pandora as a scientist but when you found out what your job entailed you got really nervous. Your main job would be to oversee the recombinant team and make sure their mission went smoothly. This involved a lot of one on one interaction with a bunch of marines... Yeah. You were *so* nervous you might have lost sleep over it. You had very limited experience with soldiers and you knew that they were often rough around the edges to say the least.

* You were determined to make the best of the situation, even if you had a million what-ifs running through your head. Your first day on the job was waking up the recoms. For safety purposes, you could only wake two at a time so if anything malfunctioned or they had issues you could correct the problem before risking any of the other bodies. Round one was Mansk and Lyle who both woke up a little confused but were pretty easily managed.

* You introduced yourself quietly and found making eye contact was harder than you imagined so you focus on your clipboard.

* "I am y/n, I am part of the science crew that you'll be working with. My job is to make sure your bodies are functioning as they should and treating any injuries you may face." You glance up at the two marines and realized just how big they were. You were already kind of short but hanging around with giants really sent it home.

* Mansk nodded his head and started his reflex testing with one of your colleagues. Lyle however sat down on the nearest surface and stared at his huge hands. He looks over at you with big eyes and a twinge of worry in his voice. "Doc, what... Why? What happened?" His confusion actually calmed you down a bit and made him seem less intimidating.

* "I know this is umm what's the word... Jolting?" You fumble for words as Lyle peeps up. "Freaky is more like it." You were a bit hesitant to keep talking so you gripped your board tighter and cleared your throat. You made yourself look into his eyes and tried your best to be comforting.

* "I suppose that's a way of phrasing it too. Um... How much of your last life do you remember?" You realized quickly that was a personal question and followed it with a rushed, " Don't feel like you have to tell me any details, but sometimes it takes a little while for memories to come back after first waking up." Lyle looks at you and rubs his hand on the back of his neck, looking mildly stressed out.

* You don't know what made you do it but you offered your hand out for him to take. He pauses for a minute but places his hand in your small one. At first, he brushes his fingertips against your palm and when you didn't pull back he slowly put his whole hand in yours. His yellow eyes are watching you and suddenly you feel a bit silly.

* It was like your mouth stopped functioning properly and you try to choke out a sentence to make the silence less intense. "Umm, just so you know I'm here for you." It sounded sappier out loud than you thought it would and mentally cringed a bit. Lyle didn't say anything but squeezed your hand and gave you a nod. He seemed to be at a loss for words too.

* "I have a copy of all your previous video logs leading up to the... um... you know" You motion your other hand awkwardly in the air, not wanting to mention his death so soon after waking him up. "So if you want to see any of them or access your personal belongings they're in my office. You're welcome to visit anytime... As I said, I'm here for you." You flash a small smile in hopes of cheering him up a bit. It seems to work because he takes a deep breath and removes his hand slowly.

* "So what now Doc?" Your face got hotter as he leaned forward into your personal space. You stumbled over your response a bit, "I'm not really a doctor, I just do um sciencey stuff. As for what you're going to do next. You'll be working with Marq over there and he'll lead you through some exercises to see how well your body is doing. And hopefully, after that, you'll be able to get some food and rest." You trail off a bit at the end of your sentence but add some more soft words.

* "The first day is the hardest, so just take it easy tonight okay?" You move backward and you feel your heart race a bit as Lyle continues to stare at you even after you've broken eye contact with him. When he stands up you move out of his way quickly and do your best not to trip over your feet. When he reaches Marq he looks back at you and you give an encouraging thumbs up.

* Lyle does what he's told for the rest of the day and relaxes as much as he can in his new freakishly large body. His mind keeps running back to you and your quiet words. Being a marine he's pretty used to being barked orders and following them with no questions. He was terrified when he woke up but the longer he was awake his memories trickled back in. He didn't realize how much he needed someone to be soft with him at that moment but was ever grateful you took the time to comfort him when many others would have ignored him.

* At lights out he can't sleep and starts wandering the halls, going back to the science lab he met you in earlier. You were probably asleep but Lyle was hoping that you were there and he could spend some more time with you. He trails along slowly and gets lost in his thoughts when he almost runs face-first into a doorway.

* He felt a sharp tug on his pant leg and stopped suddenly, turning his head around to see what had touched him. It was y/n from earlier. She was dressed in casual clothes and carrying a mug of what smelled like hot chocolate. She had a worried look on her face and she suddenly let go of his pants as if he was on fire.

* "I um, you... You uh were going to hit your head" She points to the doorway about a foot away from his face. It was his turn to feel silly this time. "Well it's good you caught me when you did then. I didn't even see it, my mind was elsewhere you know?" He felt like smacking his face with his hand in embarrassment but held back.

* Y/n shifted her feet a little and glanced at the floor. "Couldn't sleep?" The words were so quiet he almost didn't catch them. He couldn't think of anything to say other than "Pretty much. You said you had some of my stuff?" She glanced up and nodded and then motioned with her hand to follow her. "Yeah I do, let's go to my office."

* Lyle walked slowly behind her in hopes that he could spend more time with her. The base was a big place and he still managed to feel claustrophobic. When you were with him it didn't feel so bad. You might not have much to say to him outside of work-related stuff but Lyle was happy with any conversation because it meant he didn't have to be alone in his thoughts.

* When you got to your office door you fumbled with your keys and dropped them. Before you could lean down Lyle had his hand on your shoulder and stooped down to pick them up for you. Your face felt hot again and he made your heart rate pick up. His big hands were slow and gentle as he placed your keys back in your hand. "I didn't want you to spill your drink. Here." You take the keys and hold them firmly this time to not let them slip through your hands. You unlock the door and walk in, making sure to remind Lyle of the height of the doorway.

* "Just watch your head okay, I don't want you to hurt yourself. The new height is going to take some getting used to." Lyle was grateful for the reminder and ducked his head carefully. He watched as you hurried around your desk and set your drink down. "So I didn't personally collect your things, if something is missing please let me know and I'll do my best to find it for you. The cleaners were under strict orders not to throw anything out."

* You placed a box on your desk and waved Lyle closer. He took a peak inside and looked over what belongings he had left behind. A couple of magazines (thankfully nothing dirty he thought as he snuck another glance at y/n). There were some clothes, his dog tags, a jar of protein powder, and his wallet. Nothing of particular importance to him now that he was in a new body. He picked up the small leather wallet and opened it to see his driver's license. His hand started to tremble and he felt his anxiety spike again.

* He was never going to be human again. He was never going to drive his car, wear his clothes, or do anything "normal" ever again. His mission was the only thing that mattered now and his breathing hitched. Y/n could only watch as Lyle's face distorted into a panicky expression.

* You weren't one to normally touch people you didn't know very well but you wanted to do something to comfort him. So you walked to his side and put your hand on his lower back and reached up with your other one to grab the wallet out of his hand. You seemed to have startled him from his trance and his arm jerked away from you involuntarily. You step back and start apologizing profusely.

* "I'm sorry I shouldn't have-" Lyle brings his hand back and grabs your hand gently. "No, you're fine... I just... Thank you for pulling me out of my thoughts again. It's just-" You grasp his hand back and interrupt him for a change. "Just going to take some getting used to. You don't have to explain yourself but I do want you to know that we have a trauma counselor available. I think it would be a good resource for you and maybe some of the others." You pause and when he doesn't reject the idea you continue quietly. " I just know that when things happen that way, it can be nice to talk to someone about it."

* You remove your other hand from his back and put it over his blue one, sandwiching him between your tiny palms. "I want you to know... I am also here. I know I keep saying it but it's just... I guess." You shake your head frustrated and unable to find the right way to word your intentions.

* Lyle throws his wallet back in the box and kneels down in front of you, his hand still entrapped in yours. He looked like he wanted to say something but he let out a rough sigh. He was also trying to figure out how to word his intentions. You fidgeted a little with his hand and he heard your breathing hitch a bit. He worried for a minute that he was holding you too tight but quickly realized it was your sudden proximity that had you nervous. Lyle backed up, but you kept ahold of his hand which he took as a sign that you didn't want him to leave.

* "Can I stay with you? I really don't want to go back to the dorms right now. You... You make me feel safe y/n and right now everything is just... Fuck." He brings his other hand up and covers his face in shame. He was so forward and sounded so much needier than he wanted to. She probably thought he was pathetic or clingy or weird or all of the above. He held his breath and waited for you to tell him to get lost. Instead, when that never came he glanced at your face.

* You looked about as anxious as he did at that moment which gave him some relief. You were undeniably happy that Lyle had come to see you again. Granted the circumstances weren't great but you were glad he was here. You couldn't get him out of your head either and you felt the incredible urge to hide your face with your hands, which at the moment were tied up with his.

* So instead you quietly mumbled, "I don't think you'd fit in my bed." Lyle let out a small laugh and covered his mouth with his hand. "I wasn't asking to sleep with you, but it's nice to know that's an option even if your bed wouldn't hold me." You pulled your bottom hand away from his and covered as much of your face as you could with your fingers. "That's not what I meant and you know it!" Lyle couldn't help but smile at how embarrassed you looked with your hand covering your pretty face.

* "Don't hide beautiful, I'm just teasing." He pulls your hand back and gives you a small kiss on your knuckles before laughing at your expression. Lyle had a feeling that as long as he had you, things would be just fine.

[carsonian]

Cap-IM Rec Week: Fluffy Friday

@cap-ironman, it's Friday! Coincidentally, I'm in love. 🤔

"met my destiny (in quite a similar way" by ishipallthings (@ishipallthings)

“I’m in love with you.” The spatula in Tony’s hand clatters to the floor with an audible thwack. (In which Tony is incredulous, Steve is determined, and absolutely no pancakes are made for breakfast.)

There's been a longstanding campaign by well-known and less-well-known dentists to delete this fic from the interwebs because of its devastating effect on readers' dental health. 'Nuff said.

"Rushing Headlong in the Wrong (Right) Direction" by nostalgicatsea (@nostalgicatsea)

“Steve,” Jan said slowly, “what did you think you were bidding on?” He could feel the heat of his blush creeping down his face and neck, and considering its intensity, he knew he was as red as a fire hydrant. “Uh,” he said for the second time in minutes. Or: Steve bids on Tony thinking Tony's auctioning off a date and gets something very different instead.

Steve may be the only white man underwhelmed by a wheel of cheese. And to that we all say: respect!

"The Way You Love Me" by Saber_Wing (@saber-wing)

Tony mustered up his best, ‘look at me, I’m so put together,’ voice, the one the press ate right up. And there was next to zero chance Steve was going to buy it, but that wouldn’t stop him from trying. “Don’t worry about me, sugar plum. I’ve got this.” Tony tried to open his eyes again, as if to prove a point even though no one could see him. And oh, oh no, that was a mistake. Frantically, he grasped for the wastebasket, dry heaving into it. Oh, he did not have this. He did not have this at all. Tony underestimates the severity of one of his migraines, and pays for it.

I really don't use this word lightly so it's after carefully considering every angle that I bring it up here. This fic is: scrump-dilly-icious. Again, I don't use that word lightly. But this fic is. Scrumpdillyicious!

"My Favorite Things" by Captain_Panda

Tony Stark loves Christmas. Too bad he's dating Scrooge's more miserable cousin.

Captain_Panda, the writer you are. . .

"very first words (of a lifelong love letter)" by picturecat (@snoozingcat)

Steve punched a triceratops and all he got was this lousy love confession. (He's pretty happy with it.)

I have no words because when I read this, my body had a magic-girl transformation into just. A pile of goo. So it goes. Hashtag worth it.

There's a reason why The Cure said "It's Friday, I'm in love." Because-- now--here's the reason: it's Friday. We're in love.

Go forth: SteveTony lovers, fuckers, ambassadors, champions, perverts, freaks, losers, dreamers, legends! Read, re-read, kudo, comment, spread legs and spread love.

[grokebaby]

Basic ideas/refs for my Pokémon ocs (what I have of them so far at least)

• Järkäle (conkeldurr). She/her. Butch.

- Name is a word used to refer to very large rocks (boulders) but also huge things in general.

- Pondering and sentimental. Stoic on the surface but intense underneath. Extremely determined, hard headed and kinda audacious. Brave. Very compassionate and cares deeply but it's easy to forget, and she often doubts if she's a good enough person. Tries to keep her cool. Wears a pink ribbon always

• Raitio (Gurdurr). They/them mainly but he is fine. Nonbinary/questioning.

- Name is Rail-, as in railways, as in train things.

- Skittish but puts on a brave face and uses intimidation more than anything to get by. Sweet and sensitive but also moody and whiny. Fearful. Really insecure but is good at giving others a chance and forgives error from them fairly easily. Very approachable if they drop the scary face.

• Järkäle is a guardian figure and the only family of Raitio, whom she's raised since being a Timburr. They live together in the wilderness, despite their kind usually being found near urban areas due to their construction skills. They're averse to interacting with humans, Järkäle due to being very wary, and Raitio due to being fearful. They live near a railway station where Raitio hatched. Järkäle has built them a home.

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• Pamela (Probopass). She/her mainly. Butch lesbian.

- Named after her good looks.

- Calm, determined and easygoing. Trusting. Usually anchors turbulent situations. Really easy to talk to, non judgmental. Has a tendency to stand still when moving on would be better, since it's hard for her to forget the past. She seems to have things figured out but she's often unsure about the big things in life. Due to her uncertainty she simply goes along when life gives her lemons.

• Taikuri (Dusknoir) she/xe or any neos. Name still pending I'm not 100% sure about it. Gendersomething lesbian.

- name means "Magician".

- Volatile and highly emotional. Depends on others heavily despite being extremely prideful. Struggles with honesty and being open, and can act brashly or too hastily. Due to often flip flopping between emotions, she gets frustrated easily but also moves on easily, and doesn't tend to hold grudges. Wants to be treated nicer but is bad at being nice herself. Way more pathetic than she lets on.

• Pamela and Taikuri are a couple, living together in an abandoned house. It's very remote but not so much so that humans wouldn't pass by semi frequently. The couple is in good graces with the locals and respected by humans. Attempting to capture them would be seen as disrespectful, though they do friendly battles with trainers sometimes. Taikuri likes making the house very spooky and has this whole show going on about being a great magician and fortune teller, though alot of it is just surface glitter and she's kind of a sham. Pamela acts as xer henchman / bodyguard / houseguard, and can usually be seen patrolling or standing outside their residence. They are trusting of the local humans, but prefer to keep their distance.

[kiddotarot]

Hello! Thank you so much for the reading and the moodboard!!!

Going through this made me smile as this isn't something a lot of people see in me (except my parents) but just because they don't see it doesn't mean it isn't there. I believe this reading has looked behind my mask and it's commendable really!!

Psychic = 9 very intense energy . you are not easy to handel . You are adventurous and you like to participate in activities more likely engage in it .strong will power and determination.

I'm not sure what intense here might refer to but I can observe the energy in two aspects of my life! My interests (sometimes I'm worried about the intensity of my obsessions) and when it comes to protecting the people I care for. ONLY two people in my life have found me impossible to handle, my mother and my kindergarten teacher! But this reading is very true because my mother wasn't someone who give up too 😂 we both have strong Martian energy so she moulded me into a little better and more mature person (I still have a long way to go!) Absolutely correct! I love going out of my comfort zone and experiencing new things! Strong will power and determination have also been proven in various aspects of my life so definitely on point! And Mars is my atmakaraka planet so it plays an important role here?

Destiny = 9 again its really good cause its going to help you to deal with your anger and masculine energy . You are slowly slowly going to develop your spirituality and mental health by hardships in life.

Interesting! Now that I've grown up a little, I do feel an intense surge of anger in situations but that's all there is to it. I might have gotten better at handling it? And with masculine energy part, I believe I'm learning how to balance it along with my feminine energy now (I'm so glad you caught onto that part because I'm Chitra Moon and I do think it's a very masculine star). I sure do hope my spirituality develops on the positive side but yes I do find myself keeping calm in chaotic situations and choosing not to invest my energy in wrong situations. As for mental health, I believe the universe is still on its course to test my resilience.

Name = 8 oh you can face difficulties and delays and obstacles in life cause it not mathes with other number. You can also fell lonely between your family and own people and friends.

Very very interesting!! I also share my first name with the wife of lord Shani, who is someone who tests his devotees by making them face obstacles and delays while also making them work hard. I'm a devotee too so it definitely matches out. The last part is true, I was left out in family gatherings and was pretty much left behind in friend groups but it did lead to a lot of contemplation time and character development so I'm very grateful for the space I was given.

Moodboard

This picture made me laugh so hard because this is EXACTLY what I feel like when I ask people not to panic! My head feels like it's burning when outwardly I appear calm.

I was rather shocked after this image because I have always been on edge with the men in my life (very few exceptions, and those men I absolutely adore). Guys have felt threatened by my presence and always ended up annoying me just for the fun of it. They did not like me and used to gossip a ton behind my back.

I have been told I remind people of the fire element. Another interesting fact is I do wish to be a candle in my life. Share light with others while burning bright.

An interrogation room... this is accurate. I'm a very secretive person.

I like to think that this missing poster represents the previous versions of me. I do change a lot. By change, mentally. My views and thoughts keep changing (I hope for the good). I'm the never the same perosn I was few months ago. I also tend to disappear from people's lives so ig it also applies in that way?

Thank you so much again for your time!! I hope I reviewed every point and that it was helpful!! If something is missing or if the review was not satisfactory, please let me know!!! I'll make sure to write a better one!!

Have a great day! Wishing you lots of joy and positivity!!! ❤

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Thank you for complete and pointvise review its really helpful for me to anylising my skills and learning.

[hockeywriterrowan]

Delicate Pt. 3 || Andrei Svechnikov

author's note: this is just such a short part but I love it and I just don't really know where I'm going so I might just be done with this fic for now idk (unless y'all have any ideas for what to do with it from this point)

summary: Elise practices at the Canes rink.

pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x hockey player!oc

word count: 590

warnings: N/A

pt 1, pt 2

Elise arrived at the Canes’ practice rink for the fourteenth consecutive morning, her heart brimming with anticipation and the thrill of stepping onto the ice. Practice rinks had always held a special place in her heart, but now, with her unwavering commitment to reclaiming a position in competitive hockey, the Canes’ facility held an even more profound significance.

As she placed each skate onto the ice, she felt a familiar shiver of excitement race down her spine. The ice was her home, and its cool, unforgiving surface beneath her edges sent a surge of energy coursing through her veins. The ghostly echoes of her past whispered through her ears, the sound of the skates across the ice all too familiar from a constant two weeks spent on the ice and a whole lifetime of practices. Each stride brought the memories of countless hours spent perfecting her skills.

As always, Andrei Svechnikov had arrived early for practice. Today, however, his attention was captivated by the sight of Elise. He couldn’t help but be drawn in, never having witnessed her skating in person, let alone after her injury with this level of intensity. He leaned forward against the boards.

Elise began with a set of basic skating warmups, each movement with grace and precision, but also a newfound determination. Each stride was fluid, her control over her body was a testament to her relentless dedication.

Andrei stood mesmerized, his eyes locked onto Elise’s every move. Andrei had met thousands of skilled players, but there was something exceptional about watching Elise in action. Her passion bled into every stride, every calculated maneuver, making her practice “performance” truly extraordinary.

As the drills became increasingly advanced, Elise’s speed and agility became increasingly evident. She glided through the drills with a fluidity that spoke to her hours spent on the ice, rekindling her talent.

When she finally made her way to the bench to grab a sip of water, Andrei couldn’t contain his smile. He joined her at the bench, his voice laced with admiration, “Elise, you’re such a good skater. I didn’t know you were going this hard this soon.”

Elise paused and looked to him, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of exertion and pride, a small smile forming, “Thanks, Svech. It’s been a while, but I wanna get back in the game.”

Andrei nodded in genuine admiration and leaned slightly forward, “It’s amazing. We should definitely skate together sometime.”

A spark of excitement lit up Elise’s eyes, “I’d love that. I’m sure Marney would be cool with adding another. Lemme talk to you once I finish.”

Elise hopped back onto the ice to complete a few shooting drills as a cool-down.

When she finally stepped off the ice, Andrei was still standing by the bench, patiently waiting. Elise removed one of her gloves and approached him with a warm smile, “So, Marney says he’ll adjust our practice for tomorrow. Let me put my number in your phone just in case.”

She took his phone and began typing her number. As their hands briefly touched in the exchange, her red face grew even warmer. Andrei smiled down at his phone, looking at the new contact in his phone. His dimples only made Elise grin widen.

With a playful twinkle in her eye, Elise put her glove back on, ready for static stretching after practicing for so long. She and Andrei exited the bench area, Elise heading to her own locker room, quickly turning to see Andrei walking to his dressing room with a grin.

[manlymothman]

ok heres the spg dream, its so ridiculous, i hope you enjoy :]

So, I was in an empty courtroom. There was no jury and no random people sitting in the back. Judge Judy was there and was trying to help a case of the ut most importance.

Here's the story: Zer0 had once again stolen The Spine's cool toy fire truck. The Spine didn't find out until he heard a loud crack! and discovered Zer0 had accidentally broken it. The Spine decided it was his last straw and just?? and sued Zer0 for it??? gklvkflckflf

Imagine this: There's Judge Judy looking just... so tired, wondering why she ever took this case. There's Zer0, getting intensely defensive and denying literally everything ("And you're Zer0 Walter, is that correct?" "No, I've never met that man a day in my life."). Then there's The Spine taking this all very seriously and somehow got the idea he needed to build a defense too??? And I think I was Rabbit, I kept jumping up and giving my own side of the story ("Well, ACTUALLY! He never eve-" "Miss Rabbit if I have to tell you to sit down one more time I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.").

Now, this made the dream pretty fun, but boy oh boy was it about to get interesting.

So, while I was sometimes Rabbit, my pov kept changing into a cop. Apparently two very dangerous people had escaped a very very very VERY high security prison. Me and some other cops were in charge of finding these criminals and putting them back behind bars.

They'd sometimes leave behind clues (like torn pieces of clothes) but we were always a step behind. Eventually, we made it to the ocean. This would've been discouraging for anyone else, but not us. We were determined. So we started looking for some boats.

Back to the court scene, at this point Judge Judy is telling both The Spine and Zer0 off for being stupid. They both looked so ashamed, like a kid being told off by his mom. I remember me (Rabbit) trying so hard not to burst out laughing.

Judge Judy was finally about to finish and say "case dismissed" when the doors to the courtroom flew open.

So, me and the other cops finally made it into a town. We were trying to look casual and cool (winking at all the ladies looking our way) when one of the cops spoke up. He had just decided to look up these criminals (we didn't actually know much about them) and from what he read... well, it almost made us turn back around.

Almost.

We kept following them close behind, them always managing to stay just out of sight. Eventually, they ran into a building that confused all of us. "Are they really trying to get themselves back into prison?" We thought.

The doors flew open! We all turned around and I felt a smile creep onto my face. It was none other than The Jon and Hatchworth! Yes, they were covered in torn prison clothes (and was The Jon missing his hat?). Yes, they looked a little insane. Yes, they probably were a little insane. But nonetheless, we were happy to see them.

Judge Judy just got up and left by that point, just tired of everything she had delt with and wanting to leave as soon as possible. That's when I woke up.

(Also random note: At some point, I remember The Spine leaning towards me and being like "See, the trick here is to confuse the judge, you gotta change your story a bit, you know?" and I (Rabbit) was like "The Spine, what the hell are you talking about???" like he geniunely probably thought he was the main character in his own drama show or something lmao.)