#superhuman reader

[slut4thebroken]

Urges

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Pairing | Jason Todd x reader

Summary | The Lazarus Pit had some unexpected side effects.

Warnings | 18+, sexual content, smut, grinding, in public, humiliation, light dubcon, multiple orgasms, no female orgasms, so much come, like genuinely so much, angst?, fluff, Jay is secretly a sweetheart and a simp, obviously.

Words | 2.8k

Notes | Based on this. (Lol imagine that’s you know what all over him in the pic🫣🤭)

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

The pit didn’t just give him trauma— it affected his body too, giving him enhanced strength, speed, durability, and healing. But there was another, lesser known side effect. 

Honestly he hasn’t even thought about it for the past few years- always too focused on recovering from fucking dying, then on revenge and helping Gotham the way Batman couldn’t. But once it hit him… it hit him like a ton of bricks.

He doesn’t know where Batman or Nightwing were and why they weren’t with you, but there you were, the Batgirl suit even more flattering on your now mature body, making his cock strain in his pants. And you— you stupid little girl— decided to go after him alone. 

He tried to fight it, really he did, but when he had you pinned under him in a matter of seconds, he couldn’t help the way he pushed his crotch against you, trying to get a little bit of relief. 

“W- Get off me, you fucking creep!” You yelled once you noticed. He didn’t give you an answer because he knew exactly what would shut you up. So he took off the helmet and tossed it to the ground as your eyes widened. “Jason?” You said through a breath, making him growl at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. He parted your legs, then settled between them and leaned over you as he rutted against your clothed heat. He only lasted a few seconds before the tightness of his pants became painful, so he leaned up to open them and pull his cock out. 

“What the hell are you doing?” You gasped, but there was no malice in your tone. Just pure shock and arousal. He leaned back down, shoving his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply, not able to control the way his hips started rutting against you  just from your scent. You still wear the same fucking perfume that always used to make his cock fatten up in his pants whenever he got too close to you. 

He was panting against your neck now, his cock, trapped between your bodies, growing so incredibly sensitive that it almost fucking hurt. And his balls— god, he doesn’t ever remember a time in his life where they were this fucking heavy and full and aching. 

It wasn’t long before he was nearing his orgasm, especially when he focused on your breath on his neck and the way the swell of your tits felt against his chest. He choked out a moan, not able to control the way he started whimpering- so fucking desperate for relief. His brows furrowed, mouth open in a silent moan as his cock started twitching, then shot out rope after rope of come. He’s had enough orgasms to know that the way this one felt was definitely not normal. Even after a few years without it, it shouldn’t be this fucking intense and long. 

“God- what the fuck?” He whined, hips still desperately rutting against you as he rode out the endless orgasm. He could feel the mess through his own layers of clothing and he knew that your suit would be fucking wrecked when he was done. But it didn’t stop. He came for what felt like hours, listening to the pulse in your neck, smelling your perfume, feeling the delicate skin on his lips. 

“Fuck,” He whimpered, still rutting against you, but the friction was starting to lessen because of his cock being completely soaked with come. His balls just barely lightened, still feeling incredibly full and sore. When he finally, finally felt his orgasm fading, his hips slowed to a stop as he panted, trying to catch his breath. 

“Jesus fucking christ-“ You moaned through a breath. His cock twitched at the sound of your voice, never even having a chance to start softening before his whole body burned with need again. He leaned up to examine the mess, finding the entire crotch area of both of your suits completely soaked, as well as most of your mid sections too. He looked down further, finding come still dripping down the flushed tip all the way to his balls. His cock was so hard, it was almost visibly throbbing and his balls looked almost as full as they felt. 

“Jason?” You asked quietly, making his eyes snap up to yours with a growl. Your cheeks were pink, lips red and swollen as if you were biting them and he wanted nothing more than to shove his cock between them and make you drink his come, but even with the primal urges overtaking his brain, he couldn’t do that. Not to you. So with another growl he flipped you over, his come making a slapping sound as you landed. This time he kneeled over your legs instead of between them and he laid over you again to hold you still as started rutting against your covered ass. 

If he thought the smell of your perfume was intoxicating, it was nothing compared to your hair. He took a deep breath and let out a quiet groan, remembering how he used to be able to smell it when you hugged him. But back then it didn’t make him feel like this— it didn’t make his cock throb and it didn’t make him start whining. 

“Jason,” You suddenly said, trying to push yourself up, but his entire body weight was holding you down. He didn’t want to listen to your protests— to your rejection, so he placed a hand over your mouth, making you release a startled moan. 

“Shh, I’m sorry. It’s okay, I just- I need this, baby— need you.” You whined against his palm, the sound sending a jolt to his cock. 

It took every fiber of his being to not tear your suit and fuck your cunt- fill you up with load after load of his come until you milked him dry. But through those thoughts, he could hear a quiet voice reasoning that he wouldn’t be able to come back from that and he would lose you forever. And even though his cock was begging to be buried in a tight, warm cunt— in your tight, warm cunt— he knew it was true. So this would have to do for now. Just thinking about fucking you had him barreling toward his second orgasm. 

“Oh fuck- oh my god.” He whined, resting his forehead on your shoulder. His free hand was clenched so hard to keep from touching your tits, or anywhere else, that his fingers were starting to hurt.  

Despite him pinning you down completely, you managed to push your hips up a little, pressing your ass even harder against his cock. The action had him gasping out as he fell over the edge again. He couldn’t hold in the whimpers and moans as his cock twitched between your ass and his pelvis, spurting ropes of come into the tight space. His balls were practically throbbing— pulsing with each shot of come that left his cock. 

He continued rutting against you desperately, trying to get the most out of this agonizingly long orgasm. While he could feel some of his come coating his cock, it seemed like most of it landed on the small of your back that was arched as you held your hips up. The ache in his balls was already starting to alleviate, but they weren’t empty yet, so he sat up on his knees to continue, groaning at the sight of the entire lower section of your midriff covered in his come.

“Jason?” You asked quietly, but he ignored you as he lifted you onto your knees, pushing you down by your upper back when you tried to rise on your hands. 

“I’m sorry- Just one more, I promise, baby, one more.” He whined, positioning you how he wanted, with your legs squeezed together. The sight of his come rolling up your back into your cape had his cock twitching in need, so he slipped between your thighs and immediately started fucking you. There was enough come covering his length that the friction didn’t hurt, but honestly he could’ve used a little more friction, especially because the material of your suit had him sliding in and out easily. 

His hands moved to your hips, gripping tight enough to make you whimper so that they didn’t drift to your ass. Bucking into you as he desperately chased relief again, his eyes trailed all over your body, mostly focusing on your ass through the skin tight suit, but moving up your come covered back too. His balls slapping against your thighs with each thrust was almost starting to hurt, but he couldn’t stop— not even if he wanted to. 

“Oh god- I’m so close. Almost there, baby. Just one more I think— Just one more and I’ll feel better.” He choked out, bucking into you wildly. The sound of his wet pants hitting your wet suit was deafening on the otherwise quiet rooftop. When you squeezed your thighs together even harder, he let out a broken moan, cock throbbing, anxiously awaiting the pleasure. 

“Oh fuck-“ He groaned, cock twitching between your legs as his come shot out, painting your stomach. Quickly pulling back, he fucked his fist, watching as his come covered your ass and dripped down your thighs. “Shit,” He whimpered, when it just didn’t stop. It was less than his previous orgasms, but still enough that you were practically kneeling in a pool of his come. The last few spurts landed on his fist, dripping down his hand to the puddle on the ground as he panted, trying to catch his breath. 

Releasing his cock, he watched the way it still twitched pathetically, but despite that, he knew he was done. What he didn’t know however, was how he was going to clean all of this shit up. His cock was slick with his arousal, dripping down to his balls, adding to the mess on his pants. His hand and clothes were in a similar state. 

“Jay?” You asked quietly, making his eyes snap up to you. 

“Shit-“ He helped you up so you were sitting in front of him. The come that was on your stomach had rolled up to your chest, coating your tits, making him hiss as his cock twitched at the sight. You were practically covered head to toe in it. “I- Are you…” You flung yourself at his body, wrapping your arms tight around his torso in a hug. He tried not to focus on the way that his come would now be on his chest too. When you pulled back— way too soon, he thought with a frown— you slapped his arm, making him grab the slightly aching spot. 

“Ow- What the hell?” 

“You have a lot of fucking nerve to be asking me that when you’re the one who needs to start explaining.” You growled, crossing your arms over your chest with a scowl. 

“…You’re mad?” He asked sheepishly, watching your expression start to shift into one of amusement before you hardened it again. 

“You’re dead. What the fuck, Jason?” 

“I’m sorry. Can we just- go somewhere other than here and get cleaned up, then I’ll explain?” He asked, gesturing to the pool of come you were both in. A light blush painted your cheeks when you glanced at the mess. 

“Fine.” 

He took you to his safe house and apologized profusely, promising to clean your suit for you. Only once you were both dressed in his clothes and sat on the couch did you suddenly realize that Jason is in front of you. Jason who you haven’t seen in years, Jason who’s older now, but still just as pretty as the day you met him. Jason who you couldn’t save.

“How long have you been back?” You asked, trying to hide your emotions as you crossed your arms over your chest and cleared your throat.

“I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner. I had to… work through some things.” You tried to wait patiently for him to explain, but it didn’t seem like he was going to do that anytime soon, so you continued.

“Tell me what happened. I don’t understand how you’re here right now.” He sighed, glancing away from you. 

“Do you know what the Lazarus Pit is?”

“The thing Ra’s Al Ghul uses, right?”

“Yeah… He- put me in it. That’s how I’m back.” He muttered. 

“Shit- are you okay?” You’ve heard the stories of what it can do to a person and your chest ached knowing that he went through something like that. 

“I’m alive.” He shrugged with a dry chuckle. 

“I’m sorry.” You moved to wrap your arms around him in a hug, but stopped when he leaned back. When he saw your hurt expression, he rushed to explain himself. 

“It’s not you! I just- I can already smell you from here and it’s taking everything in me to not do something I’ll regret. Again.” Your brows furrowed in confusion but when you glanced at his crotch, your eyes widened in understanding. 

“I don’t understand how you can still be hard after that. Actually- I don’t even understand how that was possible in the first place.” 

“I didn’t know it was possible either… When I came back, I was different— stronger, faster. I guess that changed too.” He explained and you nodded in understanding even though it still barely made sense to you. “Plus the last time I came was like a week before I died so it’s been a while.” 

“Jesus- Jason, tmi.” 

“That’s tmi?” He scoffed in disbelief. “I just fucking came on you three times and that’s too much?” 

“Oh my god- stop.” You muttered, burying your burning face in your hands. “Why did you wait so long though? I mean, I’m assuming you had at least a little bit of time after you came back.” 

“The thought never even crossed my mind. Not until— until I… saw you.” He mumbled the last part so you could barely hear it, but you did. “Look, I’m really fucking sorry. I know it’s not an excuse to say I couldn’t control myself, but even then, I still shouldn’t have done it.” 

“You don’t have to apologize.” 

“Are you kidding? I assaulted you!” He exclaimed, making you roll your eyes. 

“Okay well maybe my mess wasn’t nearly as bad as yours, but if you’d bothered to check, you would’ve found evidence to the contrary.” His eyes widened slightly, lips parted in shock. 

“You-“ His eyes moved down to your pants as if he’d be able to see what you were talking about.  “I don’t… What?” 

“You’re so clueless sometimes, you know that?” You chuckled, giving him a small smile. 

“I’m not.. clueless. I was just distracted.” He muttered, a blush painting his cheeks. 

“Uh huh. I have a question.” You said, changing the subject. 

“Shoot.”

“Why me? I’m sure you saw plenty of other girls throughout the years so why did I make you break?” His lips curled up into a small smile and you couldn’t help but feel like there was an inside joke you weren’t a part of. 

“You’re so clueless sometimes.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You frowned. 

“Jesus- I don’t know what job you have, but I really fucking hope you’re not a detective.” He chuckled and you hit his arm again. 

“Shut up. Just tell me.” His expression suddenly dropped into a more serious one and you felt anxiety start to twist in your stomach. 

“Because I’ve had a crush on you since we were like 14.” He muttered. You stared at him in shock and when he turned to finally look at you, you could see the moment where he realized he wanted to backtrack. “Which is really fucking awkward if you have a boyfriend or don’t feel the same way because I did not think this through nearly enough,” 

“Me too.” You said, putting an end to his rambling. 

“What?” He choked out. 

“I’ve had a crush on you too. But since we met, not since we were 14.” 

“You did?” 

“Yeah… Why did you think I was so fucking awkward around you?” You chuckled, making him smile. 

“I don’t know, I just thought you were awkward.” He shrugged. “Do you… still have a crush on me?” He asked coyly, as if he was giving himself the opportunity to pass it off as a joke. 

“I wouldn’t have let you come on me three times if I didn’t.” You said teasingly, your smile widening from his reaction. You liked turning the tables, making him blush for once. “Do you still have a crush on me?”

“I wouldn’t have come on you three times if I didn’t.” 

[parkerluvsu]

day 14: over a surface (car sex) <3

"a-are you sure people won't see us?" art mumbles into the collar of your shirt, glancing out of the window of the car into the dark parking lot. "'m sure art.. it's so late no ones even gonna think about coming here.." you respond quickly, cooing at him in a way that silences all the doubt in his mind. "okay.. okay" art presses you up against the car door, whispering a small "sorry" when you shiver against the cold glass. you try your best to accommodate art between your legs, spreading them as much as you can in the cramped back seat.

art unzips your coat gently, throwing it into the front seat and attaching his lips to the side of your neck. you tangle your fingers into his golden hair, cupping the back of his neck. art groans, pushing his body backwards so that he can lift up your shirt, kissing the soft skin of your stomach gently. you smile, slipping the shirt off your body, hissing when your bare skin touches the chilly window. art hums an apology against you yet again, making it up to you by kneading your breasts with his hands. you arch your back to meet his touch, before pulling his hair softly and making him meet your lips once more.

arts hands wander to the waistband of your pants, looking up at you with blue puppy dog eyes. "can i?" art is practically drooling at this point, elated when you nod and let him pull them down your legs. art places your legs on his shoulders, bending down and attaching his lips to your cunt, swirling his tongue in circles against your clit. you moan his name, forgetting you're technically in a public place. art hums against you, rubbing his nose against your clit while pressing his tongue into you, his large hands placed on the back of your thighs, his thumbs occasionally rubbing softly. you feel your self getting closer and closer to the edge, clenching against his tongue you pull art away by his hair.

art pouts and looks up at you, obviously eager to get between your thighs again. "just be patient art.. let me make you feel good too.." you gently press your heel against his buldge, causing arts hips to buck up against your foot (which causes an usual wave of arousal.. but he'll focus on that later). art nods, switching places with you so now his back is against the window, spreading his legs like you did a moment before. you unzip his jeans, pulling them down his shaven legs along with his checkered boxers.

arts cock springs up against his stomach, causing him to whine in embarrassment. you eagerly lick the length of his cock, paying extra attention to the spot right under his tip, knowing that's where he's most sensitive. your hand strokes him up and down while your mouth focuses on his almost purple tip, licking his slit that's drooling slightly salty precum into your waiting mouth. you re-position him so that you can lick at his base, taking one of his squishy balls into your mouth, lapping at it messily. arts body twitches and squirms from the stimulation, his balls drawing up quicker than he expected.

"w-wait stop.." art groans, making you remove his cock from your mouth quickly. "are you okay?" you're worried that all of this happened to fast for him. "i- yes im okay i just didn't wanna cum yet.." art says shyly, biting the inside of his lip. you smile, maneuvering yourself so that you're sitting on his lap, and art can lean against the back of the seat. art gasps when he enters you, the warmth and tightness surrounding him becoming overwhelming quickly. art is okay with letting you do the work, watching you with stars in his eyes as you bounce up and down on him. anyone who walked by could immediately know what was going on inside of the car, but neither you or art cared at this point, only focused on the way your sweat slicked bodies rub against each other.

the soft plaps of your thighs on his and both of your combined moans fill the car, a symphony of sounds which you could never become bored of. art is getting closer, just watching you use him for your own pleasure is enough to make his balls pulse under him. you're in the same position though, arts cock is hitting all the smushy spots inside of you and the thought of anyone walking by and seeing you sends shocks of pleasure through your body. "'m- im gonna cum.. 'm gonna cum s' much baby.. it's gonna b' so much.. just f' you" art babbles on under you, giving a couple upward thrusts before his hips still.

art moans loudly, as usual, as shivers wrack through his body as his cum spills inside of you. the feeling of being filled up by art sends you over the edge as well, the rolling of your hips slowing down and stopping as you ride out your orgasm. arts chest moves slowly with his breaths as he comes down from his high, and you don't care that he's shiny with sweat when you rest your head against him. "you okay?" art asks softly, his voice a little scratchy from all the moaning he's been doing. you nod, "yes.. although i think we should probably get out of here.. anyone within a 50 mile radius probably heard you moaning" you tease, and arts cheeks flush red <3

[fandomnerd9602]

Can you please make headcanons for Dupli-Kate with y/n who has viltrumite like powers?

Being a Viltrumite and Dating Kate…

Kate Cha / Dupli Kate x Hero!Reader Headcanons.

Background

Your mom was a rebel Viltrumite. She was Omni Man’s sister

Your mom met your dad, it was love at first sight. They had you.

Your mom didn’t see your father as some sort of pet. She saw him as her equal.

You of course grew up with your cousin Mark. The two of you discovered your superhuman abilities around the same time.

You quickly joined Teen Team and that’s how you met Kate Cha. Or as the world knows her Dupli Kate.

SFW

Kate was weary of you at first but she quickly began to trust you

With trust came love.

You show just as much love to the clones of Kate as you do to the OG

You make each duplicate feel like a loved and separate person rather than a mere extension of one.

Kate loves nose kisses. She giggles every time you give her one.

Certain duplicates of her are more possessive of you, wanting to just wrap their whole bodies around you.

Kate loves when you pick her up bridal style and take her flying. And then of course the duplicates get jealous.

You, unlike everyone else, keep track over which Kate is the OG and you guard her with your life.

You can take the hits and the punches but you could never do without her in your life.

The team calls you the Shield due to the fact that you shield every single duplicate of Kate. You’re fast enough and stronger enough to.

You help Kate keep herself grounded and sane. As she does the same for you.

Favorite date? Pizza parlor. You rent out the whole restaurant so her and her duplicates can enjoy one on one time with you.

PDA? Depends some duplicates love it, others just want you to hold them behind closed doors.

Kisses? Expect plenty.

Kate loves visiting your mom and dad on the family farm. Makes her feel normal and loved. She even left a few duplicates there to help out around the farm.

NSFW

Kate can get up to some mischievous and freaky stuff behind closed doors.

She summon two duplicates to hold your wrists to the bed as she crawls on top of you.

Expect multiple rounds of lovemaking. Kate and every duplicate of hers wants equal time and treatment with you. Due to your enhanced stamina, you’re more than happy to.

Loves taking showers with you afterwards.

Kink? Sensory play.

Dislikes? Anything painful.

Sometimes, Kate will go into a team meeting with the Guardians while you and a duplicate sneak off for some alone time.

Location? Depends. Each duplicate has their own preference. Some prefer the bed. Others are okay with a quick time in a supply closet.

Mark constantly jokes with you about being a player even though Kate is the only woman you’ve been with.

Kate Cha and all her duplicates are the lives of your life and with them, you feel invincible.

[ladyoflucky]

MC either from 18+1 au or Big E is romantically attracted to MC. MC gonna act like a mother/big sister to the Primarchs and grandparent/aunt/uncle to the Space Marines.

MC is judging Big E so hard.

Does this mean MC is trapped with a bunch of emotionally unstable teenage boys

Good lord I would kms

[monstersholygrail]

Question for you lovelies because I am considering things for a series I may or may not want to start and need to know if there would be any deep interest.

It would be something super big too like Free Use City Universe big so I’m testing the waters and need opinions

[b1mbodoll]

Hoonie and dildo training <3

pairings: park sunghoon x f! reader

warnings: toys + anal + double penetration + oral + masturbation

sunghoon’s obsessed with splitting you open on huge toys and watching your pussy clench around nothing when he pulls the silicone cock out. 100% records your sessions and has brought up the topic of playing with your asshole too. when you finally agree he starts off with small and thin toys before working up to the largest dildo you own. likes to make you ride two cocks as he uses your mouth and once he’s satisfied with how fucked out you are, sunghoon fucks one of your holes while the other is still stuffed to the brim with the thick toy. and as much as he loves filling you up, he prefers to stretch you with big toys before completely removing them and jerking his cock over your gaping holes, thick globs of cum spurting onto them before leaking inside

[sevs-corner]

I kinda wanna have a Super power/superhuman AU with the Tf 141 crew just for funsies or the COD universe characters really then put ‘em in the main campaign plot

Like Roach (yes I am hc-ing him with the current guys) has the powers to become an actual Roach.

Man is unkill-able in the field—

Shot in the chest?

Doesn’t matter, he’s up in a matter of seconds again.

Knife to the neck?

He’s using that knife to stab whoever stabbed him.

AC-130 from above?

You can beat your ass he’s surviving the blast and launching a RPG right back at ‘em.

The only time he's incapacitated is when someone aims bugs spray at him or simply a shower with some soap.

(Is he stinky? No, he takes water bathes and uses dry shampoo- but there are definitely some days where they have to force him to shower and it just makes him faint for a couple of hours.)

Soap has gotta have something related to speed! I mean, that is how he originally got his moniker right? So quick and clean to clear out a place, then he's a quickly out in a second.

So think of the times when he's been the player's FPS--

I think he would have something along the lines of 'accelerated movement and perception.' Meaning, he can manually activate those time slowing moments when you bomb open a room (back in the original MW series)

Which is how I'd like to think that's how he got his name in this AU!

Of course, he has to train how long he can maintain this state both mentally and physically as both aspects of body gets severely affected with drawbacks as his body doesn't catch up or sync with his abilities.

At the beginning, he could hold it for 5 seconds, from when he enters the room to accurately shooting out all of the enemies weak points and clearing out a room.

Its more like, he gets affected by his powers more intrinsically compared to it being effective extrinsically on his environment.

But of course, he uses this to mess with people all the time-- especially with his other sargents in the force, or in training with the other soldiers under him.

It helps people keep them on their toes and think quite ahead of them in a way that it has to be instinctual.

"Just be like LT," he says, "he can predict my movements without even blinkin' a wee lash at me."

He whines as he proceeds to sneak onto Ghost who just ignores him as he falls through his form.

Yes, Ghost definitely has 'phasing' related abilities that makes him a good match with Soap because he has to manually activate the abilities. It's not like its unconsciously activated all the time, where he just phases through everything (imagine trying to sleep and then you're suddenly 6ft under lmao- he wouldn't mind that though) or does it get activate throughout his entire body. That's a level he hasn't quite reached yet but doesn't desire it either.)

It only activated at will and at a certain are for a certain amount of time, just like Soap.

So, in practice when trading blows, its always a game of "what if?" with them.

A will-he-won't-he dilemma that just makes the dynamic much more fun!

Also, further down the line, I don't think evolving these powers are good either; for example, Ghost could use his phasing powers and inflict it on a bullet and then shoot said bullet- time it in a way that, before it hits its target, it can pass through walls and kill said person.

Yeah, that seems too OP and broken.

Gaz! I would like to think that he has camouflaging abilities, not like- straight up invisibility, you can still see him but he's very well-hidden in his environment.

From the campaigns I've watched so far with him being one of the playable characters again as the player, he seems like an adaptable to any situation type of guy.

So, I think this fits him best!

He definitely excels during stealth missions where he gets the fun off of sneaking in as one of the enemies but also thrives in the chaos of a battle per se, where he can easily disrupt enemy lines and trust by acting as one of them and creating a "betrayal" of sorts.

A mind game which he easily plays every single time.

At this point, he's used to it-- especially when he's dealing with Soap and LT, who are the duo to beat when it comes to their sparring sessions.

Camouflage all he likes, he still has to gain the upper hand by reading them before he gets read like an open book.

Captain Price, the man, the myth, the legend himself has gotta have something unique. Although the usual Captain America powers lines up to him and his character but I thought of something more interesting- in tribute to his intelligence and strategic planning as the head of the task force.

Something along the lines of 'mental projection,' and I know it sounds general so let's break it down~!

What I was imagining with this power is that he's able to be like a real life hologram, where he can project the things he's thinking of in the real world, but all of it is still imaginary.

For example, he can replicate a gun and use it to shoot somebody, but it won't kill and that person who got shot will notice immediately.

Although, a unique thing to Price's ability (once it further gets trained and developed) it can be activated at multiple targets at once.

So, even though he shot a fake gun, Price can manipulate into their "reality" that they did get shot by the "gun" he had in his hand.

Yes, this takes great effort in his part because he has to make it convincing enough and anything half-assed would look shoddy and unbelievable.

So, he keeps this power hidden, only using it at opportune times with little to no explanations-- like a secret weapon, an ace hidden up his sleeve, waiting to be used only when it becomes a last resort to.

More than anyone, he tops the mind games everyone plays with each other to get the most out of their ability as much as possible.

(Even the task force members don't know the extent of Price's powers- hence the great importance of keeping it lowkey and behind close doors for Price.)

Alex (another unofficial member in my hc) is definitely something related to being a sharpshooter-- just like one of the last mission in the first MW!

Its somewhat kind of like energy manipulation, where the further that he is-- the stronger the impact of his bullets are, per se (if he infuses it with his powers.)

He can also control the size of it- choosing whether to be like a bullet, a lazer, or a blast.

Yes, he does often get kidnapped by Roach to take down the AC-130s.

One of the downsides is that, he can't just shoot out straight off energy-- it HAS to infuses something. He can't alter its state but more often like granting it a special ability for a limited time to enhance it, but at the same time- is dependent on how long he infuses it for.

No, he does not have a stash of infused bullets- it wears off over time.

Imagine him sparring against Soap, and in the time he's dodging and swearing through Soap's endless barrel of hits-- he's charging up his knee pad; that when the opportune time comes, he's stuffed it with so much energy that it makes Soap flying off.

So, it kind of makes it more of a time-dependent ability than a distance-dependent one (but he likes to confuse and confound people like the captain.)

As for the other characters in the series, I'm gonna do a quick list with little explanations and divulge 'em more in a later post (its still raw, i need a lil more cooking time ajsdhkjsdf) Ending note, most of the powers have equal conditions of activation, drawbacks, and counterbalances in hopes that it doesn't make it overpowering and actually seem to be more like an ability that can be overcame if strategized against properly. (Fun side note: I'm an OW player so I've seen my fair share of disasters when it comes to this, so of course I know how bad it can get lmao). I also want it to be a point that, when I come to writing this out in the plot of the campaign/story mode of the games, its still in tune with it but a little more wacky and kind of more challenging to overcome.

[maranull]

Malenia beach episode headcanons?

She'd absolutely wreck everyone at volleyball even without eyes.

She could also show why dexterity is so heavily associated with water ;)

I wonder about your ideas 💕

Sure!

I think she wouldn't swim much in deep water though. Gold doesn't corrode in salt water (says a very quick search) but all the weight of three metal prosthetics would make swimming annoying to say the least.

She does like walking and running around in the swallows though.

She also likes rowing a lot so often she rents a boat and goes along the coast or maybe at some island that's visible from the beach.

The swallows are basically the only place she would accept a wrestling challenge from you (or play along to a surprise attack) cause tossing you around in the water is way safer than a floor.

Though one time she actually send you flying three meters in the air so she toned it down a bit after that.

As you said, she dominates at volleyball. (she casually wins 1v5s)

She's also amazing at Frescobol and will hit insane jumps and dives.

After showering she will theatrically complain about her hair so she can get you to comb them.

While not a fan of clubs (way too much noise), she really enjoys getting a drink and chilling at the beach at night. Just talking and listening to the waves and the faint music from the bar/club/whatever.

If she rented the aforementioned boat overnight, she might take you for nightly boat date.

That's all I got! <3

[rogueshadow1124]

Frozen Love

Ice wielder¡OC!Blake Jones x Reader

Summary: Blake pushed it too far this time, Y/N was now scared, she didnt know what she wanted anymore. [Blake's speech in blue.]

Word count: 1032

Warning: possessive behaviour, mentions of blood/injury.

It had never been his intention to hurt her, Y/N knew. He had always been possessive, yes, but his love had been genuine. However, his fear of losing her had consumed him, turning his affection into something twisted and toxic. They were once inseparable, she was his light in the darkness, his anchor but one night he broke- Blake had always been somewhat distant, he needed his space but at the same time he needed a source of comfort.

He never meant for something so little and irrelevant to get out of hand, it was a small argument- Y/N had only asked why he had been going out from sunrise until the moon shone high in the night sky, she wanted to know how to help him, how to make him feel better but it all spiralled. 'This isn't working anymore...' that's all it had taken, she hadn't even been able comprehend what had happened when she was so suddenly pushed against the wall, a hand slamming beside her head, a stinging sensation tingling across her cheek as a blade of ice split through Blake's forearm and smashed into the wall that was only merely centermetres away from her, it had caught her porcelain skin by a thread.

His white hair cascaded down his shoulders like a frozen waterfall, his icy blue eyes held an ethereal and terrifying gaze, and his pale skin was as cold and unyielding as the winter's wind. Their argument had spiraled out of control, and in a moment of anger, he had terrified her. The fear gnawing at her insides twisted her vision.

"B-Blake?" Her voice trembles in a whisper, eyes stuttering blinks as she gazed up into his own cold and demeanering ones. She watched as he stood there, close in proximity not speaking a single word, his head twisted to hang to the side, leaning in closer to her as his free hand came up to cup her cheek, thumb running smoothly along the skin.

"You cant leave me little dove. You wont." He spoke hoarsly, barely even forming the words as his voice dropped low a heavy breath passing his lips and hitting the shell of her ear.

"Please. Blake you cant keep doing this-" her eyes immediately flickered towards the firm iced blade that had emerged from his forearm, a shiver running through her spine when she felt his shaky chilled breath hit her neck as his head fell onto her shoulder. "I-I cant do this anymore."

A single tear slipped down her cheek, her lip trembling as she stood there against the wall not even attempting to move from under his form that towered over her own. She trembled when she felt his stature begin to stand again from his folded position as to where he leant against her, his eyes seemed to now have a dark undertone, squinted as he started down at her before a small smile spread across his lips, the ice blade retracting back to beneath his skin where a bloodied mark was left in its place, both of his hands reaching up to hold her face.

"We can do this dove, we can." He nodded to his own words, hands shaking against her cheeks as he did so. "I wont leave ever again, I'll stay beside you. Forever."

"We- I cant keep doing this Blake. Not when I dont feel safe anymore, I feel like theres something missing." Y/N's eyes closed, more tears slipping down her cheeks and falling onto his hands to which they immediately froze into tear drops upon his pearly skin.

"What do you want from me Y/N?" His grip tightened, squashing her cheeks slightly making her wince from the pressure that he was now applying, a ripple of icy burning spreading across her skin, the cut on her cheek leaking blood as his grip pulled at the wound.

"Blake- you're h-hurting me." Her own hands came up to grip at his wrists, tugging in an attempt to free herself from the hold.

"Why do you want to leave me?" His face neared hers, nose touching nose. He squinted, eyes turning into slits almost making him look dangerous, but behind the deep blue orbs there was some form of torment hiding, he knew this couldnt go on, this wasnt healthy but he adored his beloved so much, she was his, he needed her and she needed him.

As Blake's grip tightened, Y/N's fear reached its peak. "I'm scared of you." she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. A flicker of pain crossed Blake's face. He released her and took a step back, his eyes haunted with a mix of desperation and resentment.

"Scared of me?" he repeated, his whole demeanor suddenly dispersing into a softer one, his eyes glaring down at his hands that were stained in her frozen tears and a smudge of her blood. He caused that, he hurt her. He went to take a step towards her but saw how she had staggered slightly in an attempt to get away from him, guild flooded his system, he never meant for it to go this far, not at all would he ever wish to hurt Y/N in anyway. "D-dove I'm so sorry."

"Please- I cant keep doing this."

"I-I love you more than anything, I cant loose you Y/N. You're all I have." He whispered the last part, dropping to his knees as he watched Y/N slide down the wall, head resting in her hands as her fingers gripped at her hair, a sob echoing from her lips.

"This isn't love Blake, it isn't." She spoke, her words falling on deaf ears, he didnt want to believe it- he didnt want her to leave, he didnt want to be alone, he needed her more than anything and deep down he knows she needed him too. Hoped she needed him as much as he did her.

"I love you." he crawled towards her, now ignoring her little flinch as he layed his hands on her knees, his white locks falling over his eyes as his head tilted down to look at her broken form.

[undermine-the-instinct]

do you have any headcanons about sesshomaru? also I just finished the latest chapter and I really enjoyed it!

I'm so glad I got this chapter out for you to enjoy! And yes, off the top of my head I do have a few headcanons--

He's not a huge fan of sweets, but he indulges, mostly for Rin. That was the case until he discovered humans can get cavities and can't regrow their adult teeth. (Do you know how many teeth he lost and regrew as a child just from roughhousing alone?) He also likes to buy her really colorful clothing-partly bc she's a child but also bc it's easier to see her when she runs off. He prefers more solid, cool tones for you-ones that subtlety compliment him. Mostly cool blues. Yellow occasionally. Red. Especially red. It compliments the flush you get when he looks at you.

And he stares. A lot. Doesn't matter if you catch him staring he'll stare harder if that makes any sense. And it isn't a 'look into space kind of look', he stares like you forgot you owe him money until you break eye contact. You feel like you've done something wrong but you don't know what (you're just pretty.)

There's a lot actually that he doesn't get about humans as a demon-like, he knows they can't regrow limbs and are susceptible to illness, yet he thinks human baseline strength would mean you can run 70 mph or lift A-un easily. He doesn't get a 'refractory period' or 'I can't hold my breath for that long.' So...? You better start training.

[moontaeddybear]

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[fandomnerd9602]

Anissa sees y/n being a girl dad and gets an insane baby fever

Anissa smiles as she views Y/N chasing their daughter around the living room…

Y/N: mean dragon chasing the fair princess. Rawr.

The little girl squeals and giggles…

Anissa’s thoughts wander to having more…

She stares lovingly at her beau…

Anissa: definitely more

Y/N: what?

[ladyoflucky]

How the hell did the MC end up owning a whole craftworld?

Honestly I think it might be simpler (and dumber)

Check this: She loaned a *massive* amount of money and resources to her Eldar friend—only for him to blow most of it on gambling and hookers. No way to pay back, so he just goes:“Okay, soooo about the repayment… will you accept *this*?”And casually hands her a whole damn craftworld. Technically, it belonged to his family and clan, but none of them were using it—they were all too deep in the Cults of Pleasure, high off their asses and oblivious to the fact that he gave away their ancient spacefaring ancestral home as collateral.

Fast forward a few millennia:He’s now seen as a traitor by the rest of his species. His own family’s hunting him down, because thanks to that deal, a big chunk of their clan never made it out of the Eye of Terror. They couldn’t flee when Slaanesh was born—meanwhile, our guy survived just fine, because he was off dicking around with his little human bestie on the other side of the galaxy.😬💅🚬

Guys am I crazy or were craftworlds only made in the 30th millennium. After the Birth of Slaanesh. Actually idgaf I can write what I want they had craftworlds before The Birth, só MC has had this world for a few centuries.

The family of the eldar trading dude (drop names) had a smaller craftworld only for them NOT TO USE IT??? And so he sold it!!

He’s really just some dude because he never got into the Cults of Pleasure, and his family is pissed because they can’t find him.

[dc-multiverse-week]

Earth-33: Earth 33 is an abnormal universe in comparison to other realities in the Multiverse, due to vastly different laws of physics and relative technological limitations it lacks a single, crucial element common to every other universe: superheroes.

[i-killed-a-prostutute]

Hi, hi beautiful people. I figured I'd try something a little different. This is a slight angst/comfort fic with one of my favorite human golden retrievers.

Some quick warnings just incase: crying, toxic relationship mentioned, phone checking, pet names, and eating struggles.

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“I’m home!” Clark call but you were no where to be found. He set his things down looking into the hallway. “Princess? You home?”

It was strange he was used to a warm greeting, always getting a welcome home kiss. He really liked nights when he'd come home while you were still cooking dinner…but not tonight.

Once he saw your shoes still but the door he ventured farther into the apartment. When he opened your bedroom door he understood why you hadn't met him at the door.

There you were on the bed curled into a little quivering ball. The blanket consumed you as you nested beneath it, and he could hear your sniffles.

Clark didn't wanna give you a headache so he left the light off, going over to the bed sitting on the side you were facing. He silently placed a comforting paw on your side, it did take long to spot your phone.

It was discarded, so he picked it up and put it into the code. It was still open to the conversation that hurt you like this. He felt bad gently rubbing your side, setting your phone on the bed once more.

The man of steel still in his suit from work laid on his side, kissing the top of your head, which bearly poked out from the top of the blanket.

“It’s ok, pretty girl.” he hugged the mass of blanket and partner kissing the top of your head once more "It’ll be ok…”

He smiled to himself as you reached from the blanket, wrapping your arm around him he gently reached in, pulling you even closer, letting you cry into his strong chest.

“I love you…" He whispered, petting your hair, "it'll be alright.”

His voice was so soothing, and after a bit, your cries turned to sniffles, then to whimpers, then you started to fall asleep.

Clark was as sweet as ever in your half asleep state, rubbing your back, kissing the top of your head, whispering little encouraging things to you.

When you woke up, it was the middle of the night, the bed empty, you missed Clark regretting missing your welcome home ritual. You also wanted to keep your mind off your phone.

Clark was in the small office off the living room, watching a show. You admired how he looked, whether he was in a skin-tight suit or sweat pants and a t-shirt to you he was perfect.

He had on headphones, his glasses on the end of his nose as he looked down at the monitor. His black hair was tossled, and his perfect blue eyes were focused.

You went over slowly putting your hand on his shoulders, not wanting to frighten him. Clark turned the chair, a smile appearing on his face. He patted his lap, the invitation opened, and like a good girl, you sat.

Clark thought you fit perfectly in his lap. With one arm, he pulled you closer, the other unplugging the headphones. Once, he had set them to the side and settled back against the chair you snuggled in.

You kissed his cheek, his chin, and neck earning a handsome chuckle. Clark looked away from the monitor to give you a kiss, which settled you down.

“How was work?” you whispered and snuggled into him

“Good, you wanna know the piece i’m working on?” he asked hugging you close and playing with a strand of your hair

“What?” You asked the first little smile, breaking from the fog that had clouded your brain since the hurtful words had been sent.

“The city's annual pet adoption event.” this made you excited remember walking around the event a few years ago

“Oh when's the photo shoot?”

“Tomorrow morning…You wanna come?” you nodded hugging him tightly he kissed the side of your head rubbing your back “ready for dinner?”

“Clark!” you whined hitting his broad chest “you didn’t eat?”

“Cause I knew you didn’t.” he fake glared up at you

“But i’m not hungry.” you mumbled, sinking back into him

Clark grumbled just picking you up and carried you off into the kitchen to find the both of you some food.

[selfcarecap]

Yes !!! I know it’s sometimes unrealistic but I wish stories were completely “blank” main characters. Like no race, no hair, no religion, or not too many descriptions. I obviously understand if you add a label prior to the story. However, reading a story that looks inclusive but then having things like the blush, hair, etc. is frustrating.

Yess like it’s completely normal that you naturally put something of yourself in there but you should notice when editing at the latest and change it if you actually want anyone to be able to read it. And there are so many things like skin hair height weight and I’m sure I’m not perfect either but I feel like at least blushing and hair are examples people have talked about so many times that honestly now you can’t reaally excuse it, especially when you write it in every single fic and it’s not just one instance that you didn’t notice to change. Like people read fanfiction to get a break from real life and then being excluded in that space too? Not funnnn. And I feel like the race thing is especially rampant so white writers need to do better (including me probably idk)!!! I want to write something entertaining for all the girlies not just those who look like me!!! And all you have to do for that is change a few words? Like that’s nothing.