#x male

[deadqueerboys]

Kiss me, you know they'll love it!

Headcanons: Kissing them on stream.

Pairing: Wilbur x Reader, Tubbo x M! Reader, Quackity x Reader. (Separate).

Wilbur Soot:

First of all, he knew what he was doing. It was just a normal minecraft stream. This got him kinda bothered after a while. And he knew what he had to do to take this bother out of him.

Wilbur says to chat: "Holy.. oh, fuck.. i'm going to the bathroom guys, i'll be right back." He pretends he mutes and turns off the camera, we know he's a good actor.

He calls you, and since the moment you enter the room, he stairs at you with puppy eyes. You ask him why he is looking at you like that, Wilbur just smiles and places his hands on your waist, pulling you closer.

"Will.. aren't they seeing it?"

Wilbur simply doesn't care. He didn't node or deny it. He just got up and put his hands on your cheeks, kissing you passionately.

Chat goes crazy! A lot of people freaking out, they didn't even know he was dating someone.

After he does it, he also pretends to turn the camera and mic on so he can see everybody going crazy again.

"I'm back chat.. did I lose something?" He asked with a smirk.

Tubbo:

It's a late night stream, not a qsmp one, just a normal and chaotic as usual. Tubbo is doing something on his laptop. It's been a while since he's all quiet. Worried, you knocked on the door, calling him;

"Hi babe, what u doing?"

He explains to you something that doesn't matter how much he says, you'll never understand. When he looks at you, his eyes shine, making a dumb but cute smile.

"What? Don't look at me like that dickhead.." You ask, in seconds, he's stood up, hugging you, making you stay closer to him before he kept giving you kisses.

It's so lovely!!!!!

"Stop being mean with me. You're literally my boyfriend!" He giggles and finally kisses you on the lips, a very calm kiss for his natural exited way of being.

"So.. is this camera on?" "Oh.. shit."

He doesn't really care. If you're weak or shorter than him, he gonna take you on his lap, he kept giving you kisses until he get tired, which never happens, or until some giftsub appear on the stream he notices that or he turn the stream off or he let you go.

Now that people know you guys are dating, he'll make sure to bring you sometimes to make a stream with him, always being clingy.

If somebody on the chat flirts with you, he'll be pissed off, not just pissed off, but.. wow. He started to complain about it all the time. Even out of live, he's not the jealous type, but God, he's offended!

Quackity:

He doesn't care.

"Oh, but they'll see us and.." Stfu. He. Doesn't. Care.

Quackity puts you on his lap while streaming, giving you a tight hug.

Small kisses around your cheeks and neck.

Arms are always around you.

He does the possible for talking in your language, so if it is English that cracked fucked up voice comes out, whispering nasty things on your ear.

And, as you guys know, some even more nasty things for you if you speak spanish or portuguese.

I can imagine a pretty "Ah, é? Você sentiu falta de mim hoje..? Eu tenho certeza que posso fazer você se sentir melhor.." In portuguese while he bites the your ear, slowly and teasy.

Or a simple "Mhm, te ves tan bien usando esa ropa, apuesto a que te gustaría verme besarte a través de ella." Coming from him with an innocent smile.

And again, "What if they hear it?" He. Doesn't. Care.

He cares only about you and you feeling good receiving cuddles from him.

Normally, the chat is accustomed to it, just saying things like;

"Come on, man!!!"

"Please, Quackity, can we keep going with the stream?"

"Oh, well, we're losing him.."

He smiles and gives you a big kiss before letting you go. He stayed in a good mood for the rest of the night.

[oracle-of-dream]

A Desperate Drink

This is a continuation of Under Pressure, please read that first if you haven't so you can be in order!

Summary: You've woken up next to Jake, remembering everything from before. But you were supposed to forget everything. Something must've gone wrong, you need to find a way out without getting caught!

Warnings: Enhypen Vampires, Male Reader, Drunk-Dazed Timeline, Suggestive themes, Psychological power manipulation, Body/Mind control

Wordcount: 3.6k

Your head was pounding, like a bad hangover, but you knew that you didn't drink that much last night. You looked at Jake next to you, sleeping soundly. His breaths were deep. He snored with a soft smile on his lips.

You shook him, "Jake, wake up."

He groaned in response, waving you away.

Shaking him harder, "Jake, something's wrong. Get up."

He pulled the covers over his head.

You could hear the blood rushing to your head as you hit him with your pillow, "Get up!"

Jake shot up, eyes wide and a wild look, "What's going on?"

"I still know who you are! Jake, you said I'd forget all this," You whined.

Jake looked down and fiddled with the comforter like there was something he wasn't telling you. He moved his pillow onto his lap, "Don't get mad–"

"What is it?" You grit your teeth, expecting the worst. You were a vampire now and going to outlive all your friends. You'd watch everyone you loved die and have to start eating people.

"I got scared and didn't bite you..." Jake raised the pillow to cover his face if you were ready to hit him again. When he realized you hadn't hit him, he continued, "I panicked and used my powers to knock you out instead. I was going to carry you out the window and take you somewhere safe, but my Jungwon came to check on us. So I pretended I bit you and fell asleep next to you."

So you weren't a vampire–that's good news.

"So what now? I just find my friends and walk out, right?" You asked.

Jake gripped the pillow again, "Not exactly... I ended up falling asleep instead of erasing your memory. And as a part of the erasing part, I'm supposed to give you instructions to go home to your bed."

You frowned, "Instructions?"

"We can hypnotize humans with our voices. You can't help but do what we say," He explained.

You tried not to be creeped out at the fact Jake could tell you to do whatever he wanted, but the thought was there.

"Usually, we command everyone to go home, and the house is empty by sunrise. Since we sleep all day normally and wake up when the Sun starts to set, I should be able to sneak you out," Jake climbed out of the bed to peek out the door. He waved you over, "I don't see anyone, so let's be quick."

You followed Jake as he led you out the door and down the hallway. Passing the door where you'd first met Heeseung, the door he'd pinned you against was ajar, but the room was completely dark. You felt a strange feeling to approach the door and enter the room. You knew you had to go, but it was just a peek.

Jake noticed you looking and gently pulled the door shut. He mouthed a name, Heeseung.

Your skin crawled at the feeling. Heeseung wasn't even in front of you, but he could still control you. You thought about your friends again. Hopefully, they made it out all okay, and none were his playthings. Then you remembered your phone! You pulled it out of your pocket– and it was dead. Great.

You got to the edge of the staircase, which overlooked the large living room on the first floor. It was still a mess from the party– sunlight rained down from the windows below. You started down the stairs when Jake let out a sharp hiss.

He was still in the hallway, looking at you on the stairs.

"Come on, I don't know this place," You whispered.

"I can't," He put his hand toward the light but pulled it away before he could touch it. "I'll find another way around," Jake turned around before walking back down the hallway, "I'll meet you downstairs."

You continued down the stairs. The whole house seemed abandoned, but you knew better now. Seven vampires lived here, six sleeping as you tiptoed around their home. Now that everything sat in the sunlight in the windows, you could see the dust covering some old furniture. A large portrait of the seven boys hung above the fireplace in the living room had the seven boys you'd met last night: Heeseung, Sunghoon, Jay, Jake, Jungwon, Sunoo, and Ni-ki. They all looked the same as you'd met last night but with slight differences. Their hair colors and styles were different as their clothes looked like something from some old Victorian-style painting. You reached the bottom of the stairs. The only sound you could hear was your footsteps and your heart beating in your chest. The house was warm with light, but it had a certain coldness to it.

The living room still had confetti all over the floor, but it was a straight shot to the front door. You made your way there until something moved out of the corner of your eyesight.

Holding in the urge to scream, you turned to see Jay lying in a corner near the door with his eyes closed. He looked so normal and peaceful in his sleep, even snoring slightly. But he was also right next to the front door. You stepped toward him, and his head twitched at the sound of the floor creaking under you.

That's a no-go.

There were a few more hallways you didn’t explore last night. One path could lead to a back door. Or it could lead to another one of the brothers.

Jake was nowhere to be seen. You softly whispered, "Jake! Are you still here?"

No reply. You wanted to wait for Jake, but getting out before anyone else noticed you was a solid idea.

You moved to a hallway, where you'd bumped into that sharp-eyed man, the brother who didn't seem too interested in you, Sunghoon. Last you'd seen him, he knocked you off your feet and yelled at you about it. The hallway was dark and cold, but a whisper came from there. It called to you, beckoning you forward.

Following the whisper, you walked blind– deeper and deeper, following each turn. It was a long walk and dark, so you had to put a hand on the wall to guide you. Your eyes played tricks on you, seeing moving shadows in the darkness. They laughed at you, pointing crooked fingers as you stumbled blind. You kept focused on the path in front of you. The voice was getting louder as you got closer. Eventually, you made it to a massive open room.

You could hear water flowing, like a waterfall. Without the wall's support, your legs gave out under you, which forced you to crawl on the floor.

"Come closer to me," A woman called, "I can bring you safety here."

You crawled desperately. You didn't realize it earlier, but you were sweating heavily, and your throat was dry, even swallowing hurt.

She sensed your thirst, "I can give you sustenance. Drink deeply."

The sound of running water was closer now, getting louder until your hand hit a stone. The sound of the water under you made you put your hand out, reaching for the water– just a sip would be enough. The dehydration was unbearable. Your hand found the top of the wall and felt water splash onto it, a fountain! You used both hands to catch the water and brought it to your cracked lips.

It was delicious, reminiscent of the sting of fresh raspberries. You wanted more. You drink more handfuls, feeling the cold water wash over your body and cool you down. The coldness sank into you from head to toe. You didn't realize how thirsty you'd gotten, but you couldn't stop drinking. The water dripped onto your clothes, staining them, but it didn't matter to you. You just needed more.

"Y/n!?" Jake's voice came from behind you.

You wanted to turn to him but couldn't stop drinking. The water wasn't as delicious as the first few drinks, as it started to taste more like iron and was getting thicker. It made you sick. Your stomach hurt, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

"Y/n! Stop drinking! Please!" Jake sounded so far away, like a fading memory. But you felt his hand land on your shoulder.

You finally managed to pull away from the fountain to look over your shoulder as Jake. His face was blurry, but you could make out a concerned expression.

"Y/n, how did you get here!? You shouldn't drink that! It's not for you!" Jake scooped you up and carried you away. You felt the fountain call you, begging you to stay and drink more, but you felt weak and sick. You passed out in Jake's arms as he carried you, the smell of blood in the air.

You opened your eyes slowly, holding your stomach and slowly sitting up. You were in a bedroom with light pouring in from the window. The room was familiar, but– wait, You'd already seen this. You looked over, but Jake wasn't tucked under the covers with you this time. There were voices outside the door, muffled, but you could make out some words.

"Jake, what the fuck is the matter with you!? How could you let a human stay here!? And you let them walk around unsupervised!" One angry voice spoke.

"I'm sorry! It wasn't supposed to be like this..." Jake responded.

"So what do we do with him? Kill him?" Another voice asked, this one deeper and cold.

You panicked. The voices were going to kill you! You needed to get out of there. The window! You stood but quickly fell to your feet. Your stomach argued about moving so much, but you had no choice! Pushing yourself to your feet, you reached for the window— but your hand burned in the light that poured out of it.

You screamed in pain, rolling onto the bed away from the light.

The bedroom door burst open as Jake ran in, "Are you okay!?"

You hid your hand behind you, "Oh, y-yeah. My stomach is just really hurting."

The others slowly filled the room, Jake's six brothers. Jungwon looked furious. Sunoo smiled playfully. Heeseung winked at you. Jay seemed more concerned with Jungwon. Sunghoon and Ni-ki's expressions gave you nothing to go off of; they were deep in thought.

Jake helped you under the covers, "You should lie down. A lot is going on right now."

"Like, what?"

Jake looked at Jungwon, "What do we do?"

Jungwon sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "We have to study his reactions and see what we can do for you now. Tell him everything."

Jake turned back to you, sitting on the bed, "Okay, this is a lot, so just listen."

You nod, waiting for Jake to begin.

"Because of my irresponsibility in properly taking care of you, an incident has occurred," Jake spoke like he was giving a book report. Occasionally looking at Jungwon for approval, "When you walked alone in the house, you found a fountain. And drank the liquid in it, right?"

You nodded, "I did. I think I drank a lot."

"You did. And that's not good– we think. The liquid you drank was Blood. And a lot of it. Special blood. I can't describe it well, but we can only drink from it once a full moon." Jake touched your shoulder, "So, because of that. There might be side effects."

You tilted your head, "Like?"

Jungwon ripped the band-aid off, "You might be like us now. A vampire."

Your stomach churned in acknowledgment of his words.

"Because you're one of us, we can't risk you exposing our existence to the people. But you have a life outside of here, which is an issue because people will come looking for you."

Sunghoon spoke, "We can still kill them and hide them."

"And bring more humans to our home to look for us. Could we even risk that? We can't exactly move the fountain, and if they find it..." Jay shook his head as if the thought haunted him.

"That won't happen. And we're not killing. I'm sure y/n will work with us, right?" Jungwon asked, raising his eyebrow at you.

You swallowed hard. It was a lot of information, but you didn’t have a lot of choice. "So, I'm immortal now? Forever?"

Jake nodded, "But we'll try and find a way to fix you. You're not supposed to be like this, and I wouldn't wish this curse on anyone."

Jungwon spoke again, "So? What's your choice? Either toss you in the sunlight and watch you burn, or you can join us until we can get rid of you."

With such a great offer, how could you refuse?

"I'm with you. Please, don't toss me outside," You mumbled.

Jungwon smiled, "I wouldn't want to do that either. So let's try to get along. You can use the room if you want it. Jake can give you a tour, and you can pick out another room if you don't want this one."

"This one is perfect."

"Great. Jake, give him a tour. He's your responsibility for now since he's your fuck-up. I'm going back to sleep. I'll see everyone when it's Sunset," Jungwon commanded with a cute yawn as he walked out.

The other brothers left the room, leaving just you and Jake.

Jake smiled like a dork, "Welcome to the family, I guess?"

You punched him. Hard. "Jake, what the fuck!? I'm stuck like this, and you're cracking jokes?"

Jake rubbed his arm with a pained expression, "You should watch your strength! If I were a regular person, my arm would've broken. And I'm just trying to lighten the mood..."

You could've broken his arm with a punch like that?

You let out a yawn, "Well, what now?"

Jake giggled, "We sleep now. It's still daytime."

Sleep? It was probably around noon, but you were too scared to look out the window to guess. 

"Why do we have to sleep now?"

"We sleep during the day since we can go outside at night. That's why everyone was in such a bad mood since I woke them up in the middle of the day." Jake patted your head, "You're already tired, right?" His voice had a soft tone to it, lulling you to sleep.

You were only a little tired a moment ago, but your eyes could barely stay open now. You grabbed onto Jake's shirt tightly, "Don't do that... You shouldn't. Do–" Your head fell against the pillow as you fell into a deep slumber, your hand still attached to Jake's shirt.

Waking up for the third time in that house was the same as the first. You'd hoped it was all a bad dream, but seeing Jake sleeping next to you confirmed it was all real.

You were a vampire now—a member of an immortal household of handsome men who are brothers. And you can't even go outside during the daytime anymore.

You looked back at the hand you'd burned earlier, completely healed, and Jake was cuddling your other hand. Pulling your arm out from his grip, you replaced it with a pillow, which Jake happily accepted unconsciously.

The room was still and quiet, too quiet. You needed something to make noise. Even the sounds of passing cars or people on the street would be okay.

You escaped the bedroom without waking up Jake and started to explore the house. House was the wrong word– mansion fit it much better.

You passed that room from before, but you could see clearer into it now. Another vampire power was night vision, you guessed. Heeseung was lying in bed, sleeping. He was way too handsome, just like a vampire should be, even while doing nothing.

As if he could feel you watching him, "Like what you see, baby teeth?"

You almost jumped as he spoke because his voice came from behind you. Turning to see nothing over your shoulder, you looked back into the room and saw Heeseung standing in the doorway. He had a low-cut shirt and a draping cardigan with pants on.

"Looking for something, Baby Teeth?" He cooed.

"Who's Baby Teeth?"

He laughed, "It's you! The youngest vampire always gets called Baby Teeth. It's a tradition. But if you want, we can make it just an us kind of thing." He stepped out of his room. His energy was heavy and dripped out of him like honey, "I haven't had someone this cute in the house in a while. And now that you're staying, we can play a lot."

You stepped back, "You gonna drink my blood?"

"You're a vampire now, even if I did–" He got closer, "You could drink mine, and we'd be even."

"I'm not drinking anyone–"

Heeseung sighed in boredom, "Suit yourself. But you can only live like that for so long it'll get boring just drinking from the tap. It's way better from the source." Heeseung poked his nail into one of his fingers and let himself bleed a little, "You don't want to try, not even a little?"

Your mouth watered. That feeling of intense dehydration came back, but now you also felt like you hadn't eaten in days. You wanted to bite Heeseung’s finger off.

"Don't let your hunger control you. Take it easy. Let only a little out at a time, or you could bite off more than you can take," Heeseung warned. He put his finger toward you, letting you smell his blood, "Taste some, no tricks."

You hesitantly moved to grab his hand, but he pulled away.

"No hands, Baby Teeth. We use our mouths for food, so you’ll learn how– Jake's a lousy teacher. You can learn from me," Heeseung smirked as he moved his finger back to your lips. He poked them, getting his blood on them.

Your tongue instinctively darted out to taste it. It wasn't as good as the fountain, but it's a close second. You wrapped your lips around Heeseung's finger and sucked gently.

"Ah, there's a good boy," He moaned. He moved his hand, forcing you to follow it to his waist. You ended up on your knees, sucking his finger, while he watched with a playful look in his eyes. "You're bad at sucking blood, but I can teach you better. Let me," Heeseung took his finger from your mouth, much to your dismay.

You stood as you felt the urge to pin him to the wall and bite his neck. Your heart pumped, and your fingers flexed.

"Oh, how scary, Baby Teeth. You look like you're about to break, but we should be even. You tried mine, so I try yours." You lifted your finger, but Heeseung put your hand away, "Fingers are for you, Baby Teeth until you can handle more. I'm taking your neck. And since Jake fucked it, I'm your first time. I'll be gentle." Heeseung stroked your cheek, "So hold still."

You wanted to dodge him, but you were stuck.

Heeseung tilted your head to the side and leaned down to your neck, smelling and licking since you couldn't push him away. When he bit into you, there was a rush of ice-cold pain as you felt the blood drain out of your neck slowly. It hurt at first but then shifted into something more pleasing. It felt good. Heeseung shifted, putting his hand on your waist to pull you in as his other hand laced his fingers with yours.

You moaned embarrassingly loudly.

Heeseung pulled away, his teeth red and his mouth agape, "You taste good. Really fucking good. Better than anyone I've tasted."

Heeseung went down for seconds, but you started resisting, "Wait, I think we're doing too much now!"

"Don't fight me," He commanded, and your body relaxed instantly.

Just as he was about to bite you again, there was a snap at the end of the hall. "He said that's enough. I'm fine with you feeding off him consensually, but let's not do anything we'll regret. Right, Heeseung?" Jay was standing near the stairs, leaning on the wall.

"Jay, you've gotta try him. He's delicious."

Jay shook his head, "I'll bite if he offers. You're taking your lesson too far here. He's living with us now, so don't do anything to make things more difficult."

Heeseung let you go and turned to you, "I'm sorry about that, y/n. I don't know what came over me..." Heeseung couldn't look at you as he apologized and went into his room, closing the door behind him.

Jay approached you and wiped his hand on your neck, tasting some blood that was there. His eyebrows raised but went to a blank face, "Nothing special."

"Jay, is it normal for vampires to drink each other's blood?"

He shrugged, "We don't normally do it since we're all brothers. It's a little weird. But I heard some vampires would feast on each other to survive. But those were usually extreme cases." He waved you to walk with him, "I want you to be a little cautious. Since you're not one of us, some people might be interested in you. Intimately."

You tilted your head, "So you don't drink from each other because you're brothers?"

Jay nodded, "Pretty much. And we haven't had another vampire here in a long time. The last one was a girl that Jake got close to. But when she left, she did some pretty bad damage to him. He hasn't bitten someone since then."

You remembered Jake said it had been 100 years since the last time he'd bitten someone. It must've been pretty bad.

Jay continued, "Anyways, that's history. We should figure you out. But let's eat first..."

[lab1rynth]

Yan!Time Traveller

Yandere Time Traveler, who met you both in your 30s, was a scientist, and you worked at a small restaurant only a few minutes away from your workplace. He went to the place daily and was one of the most memorable customers. You even remembered his order: hot tea with four sugar packets, a breakfast burrito, and home fries.

Yandere Time Traveler made sure to buy you your own breakfast meal daily and learn more about your home life, your spouse and children, your friends and family, and anything you'd talk about. He started having feelings for you, continuously falling deeper in the two years you worked at the restaurant before coming in and being told that you quit, saddening him.

Yandere Time Traveler was soon after fired from his job, leaving him alone and bored at home. Deciding to do something with his now miserable life, he made a time machine out of scrap metal and broken tries at robots from before. He tested and tested until he made a tiny watch capable of traveling through time whenever and wherever he wanted to. He sat and tried to figure out what to do next but then realized exactly what he wanted to do. He remembered you and wondered what it would have been like if he just had a single chance with you.

Yandere Time Traveler first decided to relive the time with you, continuing to be more confident with you and pushing you to the point where you cheated on your husband with him, being the perfect man for you and living with you for two years before you were hit by a drunk driver and killed. He mourned before remembering he could redo what he'd done.

Yandere Time Traveler went back in time and killed your husband, who was only a few months old when he was suffocated and found without a pulse. Then he met you in college, and you both hit it off right away, getting closer and closer to each other until you both started dating. It took only three years after both of your graduations for him to propose to you and only a few more months until you both got married. He went back to pursue his career in science while you stayed as a house spouse, and he quickly went up in the ranks in his job, getting promoted very quickly.

Yandere Time Traveler went and founded a new company, selling the machines of the future: smart houses, sentient AI, working robotic limbs, and downloading your data into a system so that once you die, you live on in an augmented reality. However, he came up to you with a new one, asking you to test it. He said it was an ointment that quickly got rid of any acne and blemishes and told you to use it whenever needed. You and he both used it, and as your friends dropped like flies, and as you got older, you realized you weren't getting any more frail and old than you were when you started the cream. Neither had your husband.

Yandere Time Traveler decided to move both of you to a more secluded area as the world continued to advance, and he rapidly got more famous. You didn't understand why, but he said he wanted to protect you. He let you decorate as you wanted in the new house and gave you many things to do. Loving upon you and taking care of you whenever he could, his hands always finding their way into your hair when you both cuddled, and he didn't deny almost any of your requests. The only request denied was for you to leave your plot of land, at first you wished he'd let you explore and use the money he collected, though you started not caring. You loved it.

[piercedddriver]

Dance With Me

Idol!Hwang Hyunjin X Reader

There's not enough male reader stuff out there...

T/W: The reader is referred to with he/they pronouns; AMAB reader; lgbtq+ relationship; Other than that, none I can think of

Hyunjin laughed as you jumped up onto his back. He spun around until you both got dizzy, setting you down on the asphalt. Merry Go Round of Life played in the background from his phone, the rain adding a certain ambiance to the song. You grabbed his shoulders and began to waltz in a ballroom style dance. The rain plastered your hair to your face, and water got in your eyes, making it hard to see, but none of that mattered to you. You were here with Hyunjin, dancing in the rain. 

   Hyunjin grabbed your waist and picked you up, spinning you around before setting you back down gently placing your feet back on the ground. He leaned his forehead against yours and held you close, the two of you swaying to the song. After a few more minutes passed he kissed your forehead.    

“We should probably head in before Chan hyung lectures us again.”

   You smiled and nodded. “Alright.”    

As the two of you approached the dorm, you saw Chan standing in the doorway holding some towels, alongside Han, who was holding two mugs of a steaming drink. Hyunjin grinned at the two of them as you walked inside, Han handing you both a mug of hot chocolate while Chan nudged you both to the island counter where you both sat and enjoyed your drinks as he toweled each or your hair dry.   

“You guys need to come in sooner when it’s that cold outside. You could catch a cold.” Changbin said as he placed two fuzzy bathrobes on the counter.    

“Hyung it’s not that cold out there.” Hyunjin said with a snort. “If it was, my baby m/n wouldn’t have been out there.”  You glared at Hyunjin, who laughed in response. Changbin and Chan shared a look before Changbin sighed and crossed his arms, shaking his head but smiling slightly nonetheless. 

“I ran a hot bath for you guys. Once you finish your cocoa, get washed up, and we’ll watch a movie.”

As he finished his sentence, a screech was heard from another room. Chan and Changbin snapped their heads to the source of the sound.    

"What now, Han?” Changbin asked under his breath as he jogged off to see what the source of distress was. A few minutes after Changbin left, Chan finished drying your guys’ hair. He took your empty mugs and nudged you towards the bathroom.

“Go get washed up, guys.” He said with a smile, his dimples popping out. 

    Hyunjin wrapped you in a towel as you stepped out of the tub. He rubbed your shoulder for a second before pressing a soft kiss on your collarbone.    

“You’re so handsome m/n.” He said as he wrapped his arms around you. You chuckled at his antics.   

“Yeah, sure.”   

"Hey, I mean it.” He said, tilting you face up too look at him. “You’re perfect to me, now matter how your body is, you will always be my handsome boy.” You smiled.   

“Hyunjinnie, can we do that again next time it rains?” You asked as you finished drying.   

“Sure.” He replied as he helped you into your bathrobe. “Maybe not as long though.” He chuckled as you hugged him, resting his chin on the top of your head.   “Are you tired?”    

“A little bit I guess.” He answered, pulling out of the hug and pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Let’s head into the living room, okay?”

You nodded and went to the couch, sinking into the soft cushions and grabbing a pillow as Chan filed through the movies. You all eventually agreed on watching The Crow, and Hyunjin quickly cuddled into your right side, Han occupying your left side. About halfway into the movie, you heard soft snores coming from your sides. You looked and saw that both Han and Hyunjin had fallen asleep. You got Changbin and Chan’s attention, and Chan scooped up Han, carrying him to his bedroom as Changbin turned off the movie. You carried Hyunjin to the bedroom you both shared and gingerly tucked him in before sliding into bed next to him. He rolled over and clung to you as he slept. You smiled at him before falling asleep yourself.

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[kawataslvr]

Summary: Angst -> Fluff ,, The final part im doing of this sadly,, Angry X reader ,, Izana isnt really present in this part (hence me just showing him off in the pics above 😞🙏) ,, Shit talking Izana

A/N : Making a non angst writing of Izana to make up to my glounderous wonderous king, THIS IS SHORT i feel like i delayed the upload so much.. ive been so busy and unmotivated. only 2 more reqs to go ✨

He/Him prns used

Chifuyu was more than mad at Izana, it wasnt like he could do anything to Izana.

Which pissed him off, he couldn’t just go fight the leader of Tenjiku.

But got did he wish he could.

One of the Kawata twins who you were close with, Souya, or better known as Angry came over comforting you.

Pampering you as if you were a child, he cuddled with you closely. Hearing your sobs hurt his heart more than enough.

If you said that Souya wasn’t the biggest part of you getting over Izana, you’d be lying.

In the process you accidentally falled for him, not that it was anything bad. Souya was a great dude, but thats also what you thought about Izana.

You were terrified to get back into the dating scene again, especially looking down at some of the bruises that were still healing.

Even so, Souya didn’t exactly force his feelings on you. He took it slowly and coaxed yoh into feeling safe and comfortable.

Without that feeling of suffocation falling behind it.

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[redheadjustin]

What about an Anakin Skywalker imagine where the reader is a bounty hunter, and they fall in love and have to keep their relationship a secret. And Anakin and the reader get married in secret instead of padme and Anakin. -🐊

You were mandalorian and a ture one at that. You were born just as the civil war heated up. You were a happy child. Your parents and your older brothers loved you as much as any child could ask for. Things went to hell when Jaster Marell died and Jango Fett disappeared.

Your parents were at the forefront and you were often left with your older brothers as they had not taken their Verd'goten yet. It was lonely but your brothers made sure to keep your mind off of it. Then your parents were killed by death watch. Your brothers had to take their Verd’goten early to protect you. Then satine took power and exiled the true mandalorians to concord dawn.

You weren’t the same happy kid you used to be. You became bitter. Not at your parents, not at your brothers but at satine and death watch. They exiled you from your home and robbed you of your parents. Your brothers tried. They really did. But they turned to the preferred profession of mandalorians, bounty hunters. Leaving you on your own more times than not. You understood that they needed the credits but it made the bitterness grow. All you wanted was love.  

Then before your Verd’goten your brothers disappeared and the bitterness reached a boiling point. You hunted for them.You did, you really did but there was no trace of them. And that scared you, you were desperate. And so as a recognized adult in mandalorian culture you became a bounty hunter to give you the ability to finance your hunt for your brothers.

You had a job when you were about seventeen. You were hired to bring a corrupt senator in for questioning. It took a while to find him but you did. Your beskar was gray to honor your parents. You found the filth of a man on Pantora. You walked in to the room where he was sleeping you were disgusted at how the man had what was no doubt a slave girl snuggled up next to him. You pulled your pistol from your left hip holster and set it to stun. You pointed it at the man when you felt a heat in front of your neck you looked down and saw a blue blade. You heard stories of the Jetti(Jedi) and their infamous lightsabers.

“You were right master. The senator has a bounty on him.” You look at the one who spoke. It was a teenaged Jetti. He was probably eighteen or nineteen. He had blonde hair though it was more brown. He had a braid that rested over his shoulder. His eyes were blue and sparkly but held a heaviness that you knew came from a trauma related to  his parents. He was beautiful. I felt a whisper in my mind telling me that he and I were destined.

“And a mandalorian at that. Can you tell us who wants the senator dead?” The older, redheaded jetti(Jedi) asked you as he put his hand out for you to drop your blaster. You drop it into the older jedi’s hand and he smiles at the fact it was on stunned. He managed to look into your visor. “You didn’t Plan to kill him.” it wasn’t a question. You simply shrugged. “Client wanted him alive. And wanted him back on coursount for questioning. That’s all I know.” The older Jetti(Jedi) simply raised an eyebrow at you. “And You didn’t ask questions?” It was a valid question but what you were going to tell the Jetti(Jedi) would shock them.

“I have evidence that the senator is involved with slave trading. Someone hired me to get him to the capital. After my contractor gave me the evidence I didn’t need to ask questions.” You said as you handed the older of the two your contract and bounty hunter’s license. You could see the faces of the Jedi twist disgust as they looked at the prof, especially the younger one. He shoved past you to a couch waiting for his…Master? Biur?(Parent.) you weren’t sure how he was related. The one with the blonde hair seemed to look to his elder for guidance and you were reminded of how you used to look to your older brothers. Finally the older of the pair sighed and looked into your visor again. “I apologize for the misunderstanding. I am Jedi knight Obi-Wan Kenobi and my young companion is my Padawan, Anakin Skywalker.`` Ah, the younger of the two had a name now, Anakin. It made him even more attractive to you. You wanted to know everything about the boy in brown and black robes. You were brought out of your thoughts by Obi-Wan speaking again.

“I understand you have a bounty and need to turn him in, but we need to bring this information to the Chancellor. Would you travel with us and be willing to give the Chancellor your evidence?” You had to think about it. You were used to turning in the bounties you found. But, you thought of the pictures of those slaves in the pictures. How scared they looked, how young some of them were and most importantly, how that could have been you. You needed to get justice for those slaves. You moved your hand slowly to the seal of your helmet. As soon as the seal was undid you removed your helmet. It was then Anakin saw the face that would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life.

Your short H/C hair was freshly trimmed and washed. His blue eyes met your purple ones. It was instant. A connection had been formed. “I want Justice for those slaves. My name is Y/N Y/L/N of mandalore.” you said not taking your eyes off of Anakin. But because of that you didn’t see the smirk on Obi-Wan’s face. It was quickly decided that the senator would ride in your ship as you had a few holding cells. And that to make sure nothing went wrong Anakin would also ride with you.

So, that’s how you found yourself sitting in the cockpit of your ship in your sleep clothes sitting next to Anakin. It wasn’t a tense silence but it definitely was not pleasant either. Finally, you sighed mentally and broke the silence.

“Are you Okay? You looked like you were about to puke when you saw the evidence.” Your voice was a lot softer without the modulator in your helmet. You saw a lot of emotions flicker upon Anakin’s face. Hurt, fear, anger, desperation and remembering. The Padawan took a breath then turned to meet your purple eyes.

“I was born a slave. I know what It’s like to see those so similar to me but for them to not have the out I did.” You could sympathize. But, something broke your heart in the fact that this boy who could only be a year or two older was forced to be a slave when he was the most handsome male in the galaxy and had a heart of gold reafrramed your view of the Galaxy. That It forces horrible things onto people who didn’t deserve them while rewarding the ones who made the galaxy a miserable place. You related to Anakin’s pain and you told him your pain. And Anakin fell in love with you. And you vice versa. As you left coursount with your reward. You gave Anakin your comm code.

Two years passed with sporadic visits and meetings. But, your love for each other grew. In those two years you buffed up. And were no longer the skinniest bounty hunter in the galaxy. You sighed watching the news. A war had started and you knew Anakin was a part of the incident that caused the war. Your comm flashed with a message. You looked at it and rushed to your ship while throwing your armor on.

“Meet me on Naboo~A.S.” You dropped everything to get to your boyfriend. You had no idea why Anakin wanted to meet here but it didn’t matter. You wanted to kiss your di’Kut(idot) of a boyfriend for not contacting you sooner. You were in full armor as you stepped onto the balcony that Anakin had chosen to meet at. It had a great view of the ocean. You could see why Anakin had chosen this place. You could see a figure in a Jetti(jedi) robe with the hood up. You could feel that it was Anakin and that he was happy to see you.

“I’m sorry about all the secrecy Y/N.” The Padawan said without turning to face you. You could tell he meant it. It was a feeling Anakin radiated often. You were both Adults in the eyes of the law. But emotionally you were both still children. Anakin was brash and said things he often regretted or wished he could take back. And you still held great resentment about what was taken from you thus causing you to be cold to Anakin at times. But, you both stuck with each other and loved each other and always apologized to each other.

You stepped closer to your boyfriend eventually standing next to him at the balcony. “It’s fine Ani. I’m just glad you’re okay.” you said undoing your helmet. You could feel Anakin tense up and then move his hands to remove his hood. You saw it then. A cybernetic hand. You balked at it unsure how to comfort your boyfriend. You just moved to hug him but he stopped you. He looked at you in those vibrant purple eyes he loved so much as he spoke.

“Y/N I know this is abrupt and against tradition but, I already got you a ring and filled out marriage licenses for us. And given the state of the galaxy and the fact our jobs are dangerous, would you marry me?” The chosen one said as he held out a Ring that had a blue gemstone that was the same color as Anakin’s eyes. You could see that Anakin wore a ring with a ring with a purple gemstone that matched your eyes. You looked into those blue eyes you knew so well and you didn’t need to think of your answer.

“Of course, of course I’ll marry you Anakin! You make me complete.” You don't say anything more as you rush to meet Anakin in a kiss. It wasn’t as most couples would propose. But, when that couple is a Jedi and a mandalorian bounty hunter you can’t say they are like most couples. You and Anakin share a moment filled with light not knowing how much darkness the next three years of the Clone Wars would bring.

[circusmania]

SIN Chapter 10

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Notes: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

⚠️ So, so much descriptive gore ⚠️

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I have yet to discuss it with Judy, Marcus always seems to be right next to me. Judy told me that it was already risky for us to be seen together. I don't exactly understand, but soon, I won't need to.

I'll need a distraction, something that will take Marcus's eyes off us. I thought of maybe food poisoning him or giving him sleeping pills stuffed into his food… But if you really take the time to notice, Marcus never eats. Never once did I see him put anything in his mouth… So, I came up with something else.

The old church that burned down a few weeks ago. No doubt that it had something to do with Marcus.

Perhaps with the intent of getting rid of a certain someone that was standing in his way. I'm sure he'd be quite intrigued to know that there's been some “activity” at the church…

I raced through the streets and barged into the school.

“Marcus! Judy! Vanessa! Omar! You'll never guess what I saw!”

They were standing in a group near the cafeteria, Vanessa was showing them the new pocketknife she had gotten. Marcus came up to me.

“What is it?” He asked me in a soft, worried voice.

“You know that church that burned down?” Everyone nodded in unison except Marcus, who was slower.

“As I was passing it this morning, I thought I saw movement inside. At first, I thought it was only an animal or a firefighter but…” I leaned in as if I was about to spill a secret. “It was the priest.”

I watch everyone tense.

“He was all dirty and covered in ash. He also kept saying crazy stuff while grabbing me and shaking me. Ugh… I ran away as fast as I could.” I finished.

For a few seconds, it was quiet… Judy sneaked a glance at Marcus, which I would've missed if I wasn't looking for it.

“That's… quite the news…” Marcus says slowly.

“Are you sure it was the priest and not some hobo?” Omar asked.

“Yeah, he had the robe and everything.”

“Still doesn't prove it was him.” Omar continued.

I raise an eyebrow. “I remember how he looked like cause a few days ago he gave me a pam-”

Crack

I look over at Marcus, who has broken his pencil in half. There was a tense moment where he stared off into space before he snapped back.

“Ah, sorry…” He turned his head to me. “Don't worry about it, love. As Omar said, it could've just been a creep dressed up as a priest. There are some… pretty sick people these days.”

I bit my lip and nodded.

I failed. Not only that, but I was so sure I had gotten Marcus too… I internally curse myself as the bell rings.

I sigh, walking to my class with Judy and Marcus. We walked a bit before Judy leaned into me.

“He's not following.”

I turned back, and Marcus was gone. It had worked! He must've left to go check. I sigh and motion Judy into an empty classroom… the art room.

I close the door behind me and look at Judy. Tears started to form.

“Judy… I… oh god, I don't know how to word this…” She came closer and held my hands.

“I'm going to kill you.”

I wait for any emotions to cross Judy's face. Anger, disgust, sadness, terrified… but she remained with a smile. I opened my mouth to explain, but she didn't let me.

“No time to explain. Marcus will be back soon, do you have a cover story once you kill me?” Judy asks and I nod.

She nodded back, walked over to one of the tables and picked up a pair of scissors. She then broke it, so only one of the blades was sticking out.

She walked over to me and pulled out her hand.

“I… I don't think I can do it…”

“You have to. I can't be the one to end this.” She took my hands in hers and pointed the blade toward her neck. I can't help but start to cry.

Her hands moved quickly, and before I knew it, the blade was lodged in her throat. She started to choke and cough as blood spewed out of her mouth. I tried to jerk my hand away, but she wouldn't let me. She fell, and I fell on top of her, which made the blade go in deeper.

She struggled and… I couldn't stand seeing her suffer so much for freedom. Rage took over as her hands left mine, I took the blade and kept plunging it into her throat.

She had stopped living seconds ago, but I couldn't stop the act. Marcus was watching… I could feel his eyes bore in the back of my head.

I took out the blade, breathing heavily, as I saw the hole I had created in her throat. Bloodstained everything. I got up, sighed and turned around.

“Marcus!” I dropped the blade. “I… I didn't think you'd be back…” He walked over to me and I swallowed anything that was pulling me back.

“I-I… I had to do it! Please don't be mad… She was in the way… The way she kept attaching herself to me… L-like a leach! I-I did it for us-”

Marcus suddenly kissed me and… well, I tried not to gag as he shoved his tongue in my mouth. He broke the kiss and bent down to pick up the blade from the floor.

“Now, we both did it.” He says.

I force a smile. He approached the corpse and looked at her.

“How…how are we going to tell the police? Both of our fingerprints are on the weapon.”

He chuckled.

“I'll take care of it.”

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It all happened so fast… Marcus, Omar, Vanessa and I were all standing outside, watching the paramedics loading Judy's body into a body bag.

At first, I couldn't believe that the police bought Marcus's explanation of “self-defence”. But, then I remembered that nothing here is… real.

I looked over at Vanessa who was crying hard, Judy was her best friend… and I could use that against her. It didn't take long for her to run back inside the school to fix herself.

“I'm going to go check up on her.” I turned to Marcus.

He seemed hesitant. “Stay here with Omar, please.” He nodded and I went after her.

I walked through the halls and stood in front of the girl's bathroom. I frowned and went inside. I could hear Vanessa's sobs echo. My footsteps alerted her as she spared me a glance, not questioning what I was doing in here.

“Vanessa… I'm so sorry…” She didn't say anything.

“I…”

“Could you get the tissues from my purse?” She gestured to the bag on the floor.

I nodded and dug through it. I wasn't looking for tissues.

I found her pocket knife, though small, it did the job.

I carefully went behind her as she was still a sobbing mess and slouched over the dripping sink. I raised the knife, prepared to plunge it into her back, but I forgot one key detail.

The mirror.

Vanessa swung back, knocking my hand, which caused the pocketknife to fly out of my hand. Vanessa, since she was smaller and quicker than me, managed to get by me and pick up the pocket knife.

She pointed it at me, her hand was shaking. I put my hands up, however, I knew she didn't have what it takes to stab me. Unlike Judy, Vanessa's mind is more broken than vengeful. She would fold at the slightest insult.

“What… What are you doing?!… Are you crazy?!” Her voice cracked as tears started to form in the corner of her eyes.

“Vanessa… let's calm down…-”

“Was it you!? Did YOU kill Judy!?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

“Oh… my God…” She looked at me, her eyes wide.

“Are you any different?” My eyes narrowed, and I could see that my comment hurt her.

But then her eyebrows furrowed.

“Just wait until Marcus finds out.” My body stiffened.

No. She can't.

I can't afford another reset.

I won't let Judy's death be in vain.

I spread my legs a bit, prepared if Vanessa was going to run. And she did. She's like a cornered rabbit, predictable.

Her hands clutched the knife, and I was afraid of getting stabbed. But… that would just make it more believable, eh? A struggle.

When she ran, she was also swinging the knife. I managed to dodge a nasty stab, but she did end up giving me a few cuts. The knife was pretty dull, so it didn't hurt, just sting.

I put myself between the door and her.

She came straight at me and, being bigger, I managed to knock her down. With me on top, I saw hope leave her eyes. She threw the pocketknife into a nearby stall, probably hoping I would go after it.

But I am ending it now.

I wrapped my hands around her throat and she started to gasp.

"Marcus!! MARCUS!! HEL-HERKK!" I squeezed tighter.

Sweat started to build up on my forehead. Everything in me was hoping Marcus wouldn't come. Two kills in one day? Maybe my excuse wouldn't be enough.

Vanessa's hands were clawing at mine. She gasped, her voice barely squeezing out.

I squeeze tighter.

She's crying.

Or is it my tears?

Why am I crying?

Could it be because, at one moment in time, Vanessa and I lived peacefully together?

Nothing fake flew among us?

Just me, Judy, Vanessa and Omar.

I felt two hands drop at my sides. My eyes trail to Vanessa's, there was no more light behind them.

Another was laid to rest… and I hope I can keep it that way.

The bathroom door opened and my breath hitched. I stumbled on my excuse.

“Marcus… I…”

“Another one ‘got in the way?’”

I bit my lip. I was on thin ice, I needed to play my cards right.

“She… I went to comfort her… and… and she started to spill insane stuff.” I looked at him with my tear-stained face as my hands shook.

“Time looping… you… being-”

Marcus straightened.

“Judy's death clearly took a toll on her.” He held out his hands and I got up to hug him.

“She scared me, Marcus… how did she know it was me?” He started to caress my hair.

“Stop thinking about it.”

“What will the police think?”

“I'll take care of it.”

I've won him over again, but, I can feel his doubt.

“You're exhausted. You've been through so much in one day…” I felt my eyes grow heavy.

A wave of sleep washed over me and I slumped over Marcus. My whole body was paralyzed, and I could only hope that I would remember today tomorrow.

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I awoke in my bed. It was pouring rain outside. Marcus must've brought me home last night.

Oh! I remember. But for how long?

Something also feels off.

I got dressed and went into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked so pale. Oh my god! I'm becoming Marcus.

I joked, although I wasn't feeling humorous.

I walked down the stairs, and I was greeted by no one. My so-called parents who would always be in the kitchen weren't. And although I didn't resonate with them, I couldn't help but feel empty.

I left the house with no more than an apple. The streets were empty and quiet, there were no cars on the streets.

I passed by the burnt-down church, it looked way more thorn down than before…

Something is… wrong.

The school's front was empty as well. Did… did Marcus find out? No… no, something else must've happened.

I quietly but swiftly went inside the school. It was dark, the only light came from outside, which was barely any. I put my backpack in my locker and warily walked toward my class. My footsteps echoed, and my breathing was heavy. I was about to reach the class door, noticing it was left ajar. My hand reached for the knob when I was suddenly catapulted into the door.

Since it was already open, I crashed into one of the front desks.

“Uugh…” I groaned as I looked behind me.

Omar.

Omar?

Omar stood in the doorway, his expression blank. However, I could see a small bling of something… something sharp. A knife. I scurried to my feet and clutched the side that had hit the desk.

“Omar?! What are you doing!?”

He took a step forward.

“You might've fooled Marcus, but you can't fool me. I'm your best friend, we know everything about each other. Well, I sure do.” He kept approaching, and I started to back up, trying not to crash into any desks.

“I mean, I'm surprised at how you didn't catch on. How could someone who ‘geeks’ about this sort of stuff not find a way for faith to fall in his favour?”

“What… what are you saying? Are… are you in on this!? Are you working with MARCUS!?”

He smiled. “Bingo! I'm the right-hand man, as I like to call it. I've learned through resets after resets that there was no point in fighting against it. You know the phrase, ‘If you can't beat ‘em, join ‘em.’ Judy wasted her time coming after a plan for revenge when she didn't see the power she could've held. Oh, and poor Vanessa, she could bend and break with just a simple flick of a wrist.” He was barely a meter close, and I was backed against a counter.

“Where… where is Marcus?”

Omar smirked. “Your ‘distraction’ plan made me think of something. If Marcus was away, who'd be left in charge of making sure you don't wander? All it took was something out of order, and he was gone to check it out. Now…”

Omar flicked the knife and it was unsheathed. It became more of a scythe covered in small red and black rocks with a red eye on the tang, safe for the blade that was left naked. My eyes widened, and I couldn't help but feel defeated. I mean, how was I supposed to kill him when he had that!?

“W-what are you doing!? Do you know what Marcus is going to do to you once he finds out!?”

He laughed. “Once you're dead, there's just going to be another forced reset. Nothing I can't blame on you fuckin' around and findin' out.”

I clench my teeth as he raises the scythe, he starts to levitate.

"Pray that you have another way to remember, 'cause that stunt you pulled WON'T fly by again…"

He dived into me and I barely managed to dodge him. He did rip a bit of my shirt and burn some of it as well… but currently, that was the least of my worries. I started to run out of the class. I opened the door and ran into the hallway. I needed to find something I could defend myself with… maybe in the cooking class-

CRASH

BOOM

The whole classroom wall fell apart, revealing the class to the hallway. Omar was still flying, but he looked more sinister. His eyes were a faint red as if he were high, and I could hear his voice through the school's intercom, taunting me. I ran as I heard him laugh from each direction.

I turned sharp corners, trying to lose him, but he was too fast. Everything the scythe touched crumbled. He would drag the scythe on the ground and the floor would split apart.

“HAHAHAHA, you're just prolonging the inevitable!! But do continue this chase, it's exhilarating!”

I'm convinced that the only reason I was still alive was because of the adrenaline. But, that wouldn't last long, as I slowly started to slow down because of the cramps I was getting.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the back of my shirt, and I was slammed down on the ground. My breath hitched as Omar sat on my abdomen, raising the scythe.

This is it.

I'm sorry Judy.

I closed my eyes shut…

And then, I felt something splatter on my face, but, no pain. I open my eyes to find a flagpole spear through Omar's stomach. I couldn't manage to scream and neither could he.

Omar gagged and spilled blood, but he was still very much alive. He gripped the flagless pole, trying to push it out. But, the pole was raised, and low and behold, Marcus was holding it.

He (Marcus) grabbed the pole and made Omar slide down it, causing the pole to rupture through his whole abdomen. Once Omar was on the ground, Marcus took out the pole. Omar, with whatever dark power that was keeping him alive-ish was trying to crawl away. Marcus grabbed his hair, flipped him over, tore out his small intestine (which wasn't pretty small and very long) and finished him off by strangling him. He didn't put out much of a fight.

I sat up and tried to crawl away backwards, but Marcus somehow teleported behind me. His eyes were back…

“Oh, my poor dove, I'm so sorry you had to go through that…” He grabbed my left arm in a tight grasp and pulled me up.

“However, I am curious about how you were able to remember. I sure do hope my powers aren't… weakening.” He tightened his grasp and I winced.

“I… I wrote a note… last time and hid it in my pocket…” Marcus smiled.

“Well, I'll just have to make sure I double-check before each reset…” He grinned as the scythe teleported in his hands.

The world around started to tear and rumble. Holes opened up that were in some way… glowing black… or maybe it was some sort of mist oozing out of it. Omar's body fell into one of the holes.

I looked back at Marcus and in a swift but pretty stupid decision, I kissed Marcus.

He kissed back and his grasp loosened just enough so I could squeeze out of it and back up into one of the holes. Marcus tried to grab me again, but I had already fallen.

And so, I was swallowed by the abyss.

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[anglbrkr]

can i get uuuhhhhh, general x recruit reader?? but like, dom/sub, and readers a twink who does whatever the general wants :3

Yes Sir.

Out of all of the things i expected people to request, that wasn't one of them for sure. what a weirdo you are, who in their right mind is attracted to anyone in the army🤢🤮

Content Warning: abuse of power, but that's pretty obvious, uuuhhh, giving oral to a loaded gun, thats something yall should be warned about ig, mentions of bleeding while giving oral, but dw its brief and bc of a dick not a firearm. General possessiveness, reader is amab and a twink ass bitch who does wtv hes told

If you see a typo feel free to hunt my editor/proof reader for sport

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The sunset barely peaks past the clouds, to the point where having a face pressed against the damp earth is as close as one would get to see a smidge of orange against an oppressive gray. The clouds themself, heavy with rain, caress the tips of cabins, descending low enough to cover the camp in a thick fog.

Despite this, dozens of heavy boots stomp through the grounds, a clear disdain in the eyes of the campers as the whistle blows for them to continue. It's not that they just can't see, but the heat has their shirts stuck to their skin, the heavy fabric of their camo pants giving them no relief. It is by far the worst midday of July, and they’re not dismissed until nightfall.

[N]’s luck was ultimately up for debate. On one hand, he’s in here, in the Lieutenant’s well-air-conditioned office, and has been for most of the day. On the other hand, he’s on his knees, the older man’s handgun is pressed against his lips, his cold eyes staring down at him in an manic look on his stoic face.

He can’t hide the way his body shakes, his tongue tracing the dull edges of the barrel, lips awkwardly surrounding it—it's the expected reaction when giving oral to a loaded gun. He brings more of it into his mouth, going as far as the trigger guard would allow him, fleetingly meeting Lieutenant Harper’s gaze, only for his mind to go blank again; fear mixing with sexual excitement. His dick stirs inside his briefs as the warm metal meets the back of his throat, but he ignores it completely. Gagging slightly, he pulls away from the weapon, gasping for breath after nearly choking himself. A small trail of spit remains between his lips and the pistol.

"You did well," The Lieutenant says in a slow, monotonous voice. "But I know you can do better."

With shaking hands, [N] wipes his mouth clean with the bottom half of his shirt before kissing the tip of the barrel once again, sucking it slowly without thought. He does so much better than last time. With each moment that passes through, he finds his arousal increasing. If he were anyone else, he'd be disgusted with what was happening, but these past few weeks have changed his opinion of the Lieutenant's actions.

There's an extra edge to it, having watched the man load the magazine beforehand, his finger precise as he watched the clip slide into the barrel before he pressed it against [N]’s mouth. There's a dark side to the man, one [N] is all too aware of. But for some reason, even with a gun in his mouth, he can’t find reason to care.

Harper takes hold of [N]'s chin and lifts his head from the gun, forcing him to meet his eyes as he continues speaking in the same low, husky voice. "I told you to do better," he says, a tone of irritation evident in it. The recruit physically shivers, nodding his head to the captain. To his best ability, he tries to apologize even with the tip of the gun pressed against his lips and his hazy eyes meeting those cold ones.

"Yes, Sir," He attempts, licking his lips.

His body is hot and damp; he has no control over it at this point, even with the blared air conditioner, his skin is scorching under his gaze. It's almost like a need to please, to make up for his own discomfort. Slowly, he lowers his head on the firearm, feeling the smooth metal slide against the roof of his mouth once more, his tongue following after in the wake of the weapon.

"That's a good boy," He whispers, free hand petting [N]'s head, "Don't be ashamed of how much you like this."

[N] shudders slightly as Harper speaks, an embarrassing amount of drool dripping down his chin. He kisses down until he reaches the barrel, and his tongue darts out as soon as contact is made, exploring every surface he can get to while sucking the metal, his saliva lubricating it enough to make it easy to swallow. It takes a moment before he can pull back again, Harper letting him catch his breath between each cycle, but the Lieutenant doesn't stop until [N] does himself. He pulls away slowly, looking up at his boss, eyes wide, a thin trail of drool clinging to his bottom lip. The older man is clearly aroused by what he sees.

[N] swallows as best he can before returning his head to the pistol. Harper watches intently as he licks and sucks on the gun, moaning softly into the muzzle before pulling back. If his free hand wasn't busy petting at [N]'s head, Harper's sure he'd be palming himself to the sight, his cock hardening inside his fatigues, his own lips moist from the spit from licking his lips.

"Good boy," He whispers, "You’ve come a long way since you first started, hmm?."

 [N]’s arousal has been at its peak for quite some time now. The hardness between his legs is getting heavier with every moment that passes, and he tries to ignore it, concentrating instead on the warm metal between his lips. The seams of his slacks press against his cock at just the right angle, to the point where he doesn’t even need to grind against it—keeping his hips in place as he bobs his head.

His 'relationship' with Lieutenant Harper's been explicit since the third week of camp, ever since the man caught sight of [N]'s physical differences from the other recruits. He was a lot smaller than them, thinner, and far more feminine in his facial features. He stuck out like a sore thumb for most of his training. The Lieutenant wasn't shy to berate him for it either, forcing him to go harder, faster. It came to the point where he would personally train [N], making him run until he collapsed, pushing him to exhaustion just so that the man could get his rocks off by watching. The constant orders and commands left [N] frustrated at first, but after a while, he just did as he was told, like a sick pavlovian response. He’d jump off a cliff if the Lieutenant asked in the right tone.

It was a few days after [N] gave his best effort at running around the camp that Harper caught him in the barracks. He'd just finished bathing when the man walked into the empty showers without warning, eyes roaming over [N]'s lean body in the dim light, taking note of what the recruit was hiding beneath his uniform. A thin towel hung around his neck, and another hid his lower half from view. He stepped closer, and [N] didn't move away, by now, he’d known better than to do that. When the Lieutenant ordered him to drop to his knees and open his mouth, [N] compiled without hesitation. The man then began unbuckling his belt, his cock throbbing, a thick bead of pre-cum gathering at the tip, and sliding down towards [N]'s waiting lips. It was only after [N] felt seed stick to his skin did he realize what had happened.

Focusing on the present, [N] licks the barrel with his tongue once more, his cheeks burning as he does so, eyes sliding down to the Lieutenant's crotch, the dark fabric of his pants doing nothing to conceal what was hidden beneath it. The outline was so evident,, hardening even more as he lightly thrust his hips into the air, in sync with [N]'s sucking. The recruit gags, his head slightly as the warm metal meets the back of his throat again, this time a little roughened, but he doesn’t falter like before. His lips slide down, swallowing it deeper, moaning softly around it, the odd flavor of it invading his taste buds.

"Just a little more," Harper murmurs. "Then you'll have my cock instead."

[N] nods, opening wide and having his tongue caress the firearm once more before pulling back, leaving behind a trail of spit that dribbles from his bottom lip and down the side of the gun. His breath hitches and his dick aches between his legs, but he ignores it all, concentrating on pleasing his Lieutenant. Harper watches him in silence as he continues licking at the gun, taking it deep into his mouth and letting it rest on the back of his throat for a few moments, hollowing his cheeks before pulling back. With one final moan, he pulls back once more, taking another gulp of air and wiping the sweat off of his face with the bottom half of his shirt.

"Good boy," He says in a low voice, reaching over to unzip his pants. The older man pulls his cock free with an audible sound, revealing its length and thickness to [N]. It's impressive, thick and uncut, the tip glistening with precum that dribbled out onto his underwear. He sits still on his knees, waiting for Harper to take command. The Lieutenant stands from his chair, towering over [N] and placing a hand on his chin before forcing the recruit to look up at him, Harper then grabs hold of his dick in his fist, guiding it towards his lips. [N] groans as the head brushes against his mouth, wet from his own saliva.

"Don't get shy on me," He whispers. "A good slut like you can take it all in."

[N] licks his lips before taking the head of his Captain's dick between his lips, gently sucking it into his mouth. He starts slowly and deliberately, taking the first couple of inches into his mouth feeling his shaft get even harder under his touch. The Lieutenant moans lowly as the requiem's lips slide around his member, his lips pursed tight enough to have his cock loose circulation. Soon, the Lieutenant is pushing him further down, and [N]'s lips are pressed firmly against the base of his cock. Pretty eyes stare up at Harper, eyelashes fluttering with every bob of his head. The man lets him continue for a moment, stroking his head with one hand while the other begins rubbing [N]'s shoulder, his touch strangely soft and affectionate.

He pushes him further, fingers digging into his scalp as [N] takes in more than half of his dick in his mouth, the sensation of it invading his throat sending shivers down his spine.

"That's it, pretty boy, just take it all." He murmurs petting [N]'s cheek. [N] continues to suck slowly on the hard cock in front of him, feeling a slight throbbing sensation building in his balls that grows steadily. His body begins reacting without him thinking, he reaches up and grabs the base of the large shaft, tugging at it gently until he hears a low moan, eyes meeting his own with an expectant look. He pumps the Lieutenant's cock a few times, his cheeks burning as he tries to fit more in. Harper smirks as he takes a step back and pulls himself out a bit, the recruit gasping when the older man places the head of his dick at the bottom of the boy's lips, letting his precome lubricate the corner of his mouth as he slowly guides himself into [N]'s waiting lips again. It takes a moment before he pushes inside, the recruit choking slightly but continuing to accept the man's cock, allowing a new, rough rhythm to emerge from his sucking.

[N] is quickly pushed past the point of comfort. His head tilts back as Harper's large member slides further down his mouth, his throat muscles working in concert to keep the entire length within them. When Harper's hips finally start to move, [N] feels as though they're about to break his neck, the head of the man’s cock making repeated contact with the back of his throat. He knows better than to cry out, tears already beginning to form in his eyes. The only noise he can make is the muffled grunts and moans that come from deep in his chest. The ever-present cold in the room pickles their skin, traveling past the fabric of their clothing. Harper bites his lip, enjoying the way the recruit's head bobs up and down, his cheeks hollowing with each thrust, swallowing every inch of cock that he can fit into his mouth. His speed becomes almost inhuman, a soft whine leaving [N] as the tip of the Lieutenant's cock abuses the back of his throat, sending waves of pain through his body and causing a small amount of blood to trickle down the back of his throat. His cheeks are damp with tears, snot, and drool mingling together as he tries his best to breathe evenly through his nose—he swears he sees stars.

He bobs back and forth, swallowing Harper's entire shaft. With his eyes glazed over, [N] can do nothing but appreciate the feeling of new bruises forming on the back of his neck and back of his throat, his uvula numb to the Lieutenant's thrusting. Though a part of his brain screams for some type of release, he can’t find the strength to do anything but kneel pliantly.

For a beautiful moment, he forgets he's anything but Lieutenant Harper's fleshlight. He forgets who he is, or what he has been conditioned to do for the camp, his head empty as his body is used. His focus is on pleasing his Captain, on doing everything in his power to ensure the man comes. It doesn't matter how many times the =man forces him to gag or push his cock down his esophagus, he takes it all without complaint.

The Lieutenant’s thrusts were never smooth, but by now they’ve become bruisingly rough, and [N] knows he's about to cum. His hips inch as close as they can to the man’s boot, his head slams downward into his groin, taking the cock deeper with each passing moment. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as the tip hit the back of his throat, followed quickly by a loud moan.

He gags again, trying his best to ignore it, his nose filling up with warm liquid as the Lieutenant keeps pumping, milking him dry until the first shot hits his tongue and the next lands on the roof of his mouth. He tries not to think about it too much, his focus being on continuing to take everything he can. He swallows down the hot load as it spurts out of Lieutenant Harper’s dick, coating the back of his throat. It was salty and sour, something he couldn't help but taste. The sensation of his Captain filling him up with cum sends a shiver down his spine and his dick pulses painfully between his legs.

"That's it, pretty boy," His commander whispers, "swallow your Captain's seed."

[N]'s eyes flick upwards briefly, meeting the man's dark ones and seeing only lust and dominance behind them. He returns his attention to the task at hand, swallowing another large load of Harper's semen, and then sucking it off his shaft clean. Harper watches him intently, letting go of his hair so he can run a hand over [N]'s face, tracing his lips with the back of his knuckles. His fingertips are gentle, almost affectionate.

"Good boy," He murmurs, stroking his cheek tenderly. "I'll give you a treat later, don't worry."

The recruit nodes in response, suckling at the man’s tip.

His hand shakily reached for the Lieutenant's table, pushing himself to his feet and standing up from his knees. The room spins for a second, and the corners of his vision darken. Before he can trip over, Harper's strong arm catches him by the waist, supporting him. A hand rests gently on the small of his back, a warm breath against his neck as the older man continues to hold him close.

"Easy there," He murmurs, low voice reverberating through the recruit. "Can’t have you falling around like that."

[N] buries his head into the man's neck, burying his nose between his skin and the collar of his shirt. He breathes in deeply, smelling the faint hint of musk that still lingers within it. His cheeks are damp with sweat, eyes watering from his rough treatment.

"You alright?"

He nods slightly in response, not trusting his voice. The man gives a curt hum as he runs a hand down his cheek.

"Good boy," He whispers, letting go of him and patting him on the ass. "Now go clean yourself up, you look like shit."

[deadqueerboys]

Morty: You killed the man who killed your wife, now that it ended we should-

Rick: Kill the man who killed my husband.

Morty: Your what?!

[chazzadotcom]

i’ve got a harry styles instagram story in the works w matty healy as the face claim for the oc, is that something people are interested in?

[lab1rynth]

yan gamer nsfw? 👀

YAN!GAMER NSFW

You spent the whole night cuddled up with your gamer boyfriend. Your cheek was cozy against his chest, and his arms wrapped around you, controller in hand. He was super focused on the screen, mumbling stuff you couldn't catch. He tried to keep it down, thinking you were snoozing, but his patience wore thin as his game team started messing up. He looked more and more annoyed as his controller buttons got a real workout. He let out a quiet curse, telling his game buddies to get their act together, but it was too late—the screen lit up in big letters: "DEFEAT." "Shit, seriously?" he grumbled, plopping his controller on his lap and leaning back with a huff. His hands covered his eyes, and he ran his fingers through his hair, totally frustrated. He glanced at you, hoping you were still out like a light, but those half-closed eyes of yours were sneakily watching the game all along. Leaning over, he gave your head a little kiss, his fingers playing with your hair as he caught his breath. Then, back to business—he grabbed his controller again, ready to dive into a new game like a champ. Observing his demeanour, you couldn't help but discern the weight of stress that seemed to hang upon him. A soft, contemplative hum escaped your lips as your hand found its way to his chest, your fingers tracing invisible patterns against the fabric. From your vantage point, nestled in the cozy enclave of his embrace, you lifted your gaze to meet his, catching a glimpse of his features in the subdued light. The sound of your voice jolted him, a surprised yelp escaping his lips. "Whoa, wait. Dude, you're awake?" he exclaimed, a chuckle accompanying his words. Despite the fact that your romantic journey had spanned almost two years, his penchant for referring to you as 'dude' remained an unshakable quirk. And remarkably, you found a certain charm in the familiarity of it all.

Grinning in response to his laughter, you offered a lighthearted retort, "Nah, I've secretly been in a coma this entire time." Your words dripped with playful sarcasm, your eyes dancing mischievously as you maintained the playful facade, "You're stressed. Want help?" A subtle shift in your touch allowed your hand to venture lower, fingers skimming over the fabric of his jeans until they found purchase on his thigh. The effect was palpable; a restrained gulp betrayed his reaction. His voice, betraying a mixture of surprise and anticipation, wavered as he responded, "Uh, yeah, sure." With a confirming nod, you leaned in, your lips finding his in a gentle kiss that drew a small smile from him. Subsequently, you shifted your position, situating yourself between his legs. Your fingers deftly navigated the task at hand, working to adjust his boxers. His penchant for casual comfort around the house made these situations all the more convenient. His gaze remained fixed upon you, a mixture of surprise and anticipation reflected in the slight parting of his lips. His attention was momentarily interrupted by your playfully spoken question, accompanied by a nod toward his controller. "What're you looking at? Better focus on your game," you teased, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes. Following your prompting, he nodded, his gaze returning to the screen, though not without a fleeting glance in your direction. His concentration wavered, torn between the virtual battlefield on the screen and the captivating scene unfolding before him. With newfound determination, he initiated a fresh game, handily selecting a character before seamlessly aligning with his newly assembled team. A flurry of virtual action ensued as he skillfully engaged with adversaries, his fingers a blur of precision upon the controller. However, periodic glances downward indicated his divided attention as you executed your deliberate ministrations. Soft, affectionate kisses graced his thighs, each press of his lips accompanied by a small, involuntary whimper from him. It was a familiar ritual, yet each time, his responses remained as earnest and sensitive as ever. Amidst the exchange, a unique vulnerability surfaced in him, contrasting the confident gamer persona he typically portrayed. In these moments, he was stripped of his armour, his sensitivity manifesting as a testament to the depth of your connection. The dynamic between you both was a blend of tenderness and playfulness, a symbiotic dance that continually renewed the intimacy you shared. You extended your arm, your fingers enveloping his member with a delicate touch. A single, swift pump followed, eliciting a reaction from your boyfriend. He lifted his hand, his eyes shut tightly, teeth sinking into the flesh of his palm, leaving indents that mirrored his pleasure. A tsk escaped your lips, prompting you to intervene. Gently, you grasped his hand, asserting your presence. "No need for that," you cooed, your voice a mixture of assurance and affection. Leaning in, you placed a tender kiss upon his cock, your gaze rising to meet his. His acknowledgment came in the form of a nod, the movement accentuated by the bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallowed nervously. Momentarily collecting himself, his attention shifted back to the task at hand, the game demanding his focus once again. With his concentration partially restored, he continued his game. However, your voice broke through the silence, a soft request that held a hint of playfulness. "Make this next round a win for me, alright?" you urged. His response was a mumbled agreement, his words laden with determination.

"I'll give it my best shot," he murmured. Your lips maintained their gentle assault on his dick, each press of your mouth prompting a shiver to ripple through the man situated above you. A soft, affectionate chuckle escaped you as you observed his reaction. "You're quite the sensitive one, aren't you?" you purred playfully, your eyes meeting his with a mix of amusement and fondness. He responded with a hesitant, almost stuttered, "Mhm," his gaze flitting nervously between your gaze and the screen before him. Guided by your desire to tease and provoke, you proceeded to take his member into your mouth, your head moving rhythmically, up and down. The skillful dance of your lips and tongue elicited an involuntary moan from your boyfriend, his lower lip caught between his teeth in a futile attempt to stifle his response. Your dexterity in using both hand and mouth did not go unnoticed, each movement intensifying his reaction. "Mm, I'm gonna," he whined, his fingers clutching at your hair as you continued your skillful ministrations on the length in your grasp. "Please," he whimpered, the desperation evident in his voice. Temporarily removing his cock from your mouth, you addressed him, your words gentle yet empowering. "Take your time, Babe. This is all about you," you assured, before sensually returning it to your mouth, your tongue tracing its length suggestively. Soon after, he orgasmed with a loud moan, his cum mingled with your spit, an indulgence that seemed to send a jolt of ego through you. His controlled breaths filled the air, the controller forgotten beside him as he surrendered to the sensations, his focus no longer on the game but rather on the sensations enveloping him. "Silly boy, you look like you just finished a workout," With his features partially obscured by the haze of pleasure, he managed a small smile in response to your compliment. "Shut up," he laughed, his hand raking through his tousled, lengthy hair. Seizing the white controller anew, he held it in his grip, a sigh of resignation slipping from his lips. But within moments, his countenance morphed into one of absolute horror. His response was swift – he flicked off the TV, tossing the controller across to the other end of the couch. Covering his face with his hands, he released a groan that carried vexation. "Fuck," he spat, his words dripping with venomous self-censure. "I was fucking unmuted.

[kelqq-tuilo]

Dawg wtf did I just read

[seungsvoid]

steve harrington drabble yes or no?

[generic-wattpad-badboy]

What about fluff/smut reader X Jason Todd you see his robin outfit and you try it on then he enters the room and helps you

Little Jay Bird had no taste

Pairing : Jason Todd x Male reader

Tags: Established relationship, Fluff, Sharing clothes, Jason is happy

Word count : 428

Authors note : Sorry for the wait hope you like it

Okay so maybe trying on your boyfriend's old vigilante costume wasn’t that great of an idea when you had No idea how to actually put the thing on properly and it was meant for a teenager to wear, but if there was one thing Y/N wasn’t it was a quitter. 

Y/N froze as the door began to open, he frantically looked around for a place to hide or for some sort of solution to his problem but found none. He watched as his boyfriend finally entered and froze. Jason stared for what felt like forever before his lip twitched. 

“Don’t even Todd” Y/N grumbled through gritted teeth as he attempted to remove his arm from the sleeve again, He glared at his boyfriend through the bedroom mirror as he failed to get it free. 

Jason held up his hand in surrender not bothering to hide the grin beginning to form, he moved to lean against the door frame "I didn’t even say anything” 

“You were thinking it”  

Jason watched his boyfriend struggle for a couple seconds before taking pity on him and begins to walk over to help him.  “What were you even trying to do” 

Y/N followed Jason's instructions and let him maneuver him into the suit “I Have no idea, I saw it and was like What the hell, you know”. Jason shook his head in amusement as he stepped away to smooth down the costume.  

“So, what do you think?”  

Y/N looked at himself in the mirror taking in the suit and all its glory before finally speaking “Jay, I love you, but if I had met you when you were wearing this I would of 100% made fun of you for it” 

“Hey!”  

“I’m just saying it’s a bold choice”   

Jason came closer and wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist and rested his chin on the top of his boyfriend's head "Well, I think you look great”  

Y/N lip twitched “I look good in everything babe”. Jason hums before pressing a kiss to the crown of his boyfriend's head. 

Jason loosens his arms as Y/N begins to turn around to face him, he smiles as Y/N wraps his arms around his neck to bring his closer, Y/N leans forward and closes the gap between them and captures Jason's lips into a playful kiss. Jason moves his hand to grip Y/N’s hips to bring them as close as possible causing Y/N to laugh into the kiss. Jason pulls back slowly and rests their foreheads together both grinning  “wanna try on my hood suit”  

“.... Yes” 

[redheadjustin]

Can I request a Dc X kid Kryptonian reader? Specifically Conner or the other supes. Maybe readers parents survived the destruction of the planet, or the reader is from a different universe or timeline.

Maybe the reader is stronger than your average Kryptonian, so he's born with white hair instead. And he can't control his powers well. Maybe he gets attached to Conner? It's up to you. -🐊

Conner hated Different dimensions. Most heroes do. They make things more complicated and that was about the LAST thing heroes wanted. Especially when it resulted in you being here. Don’t get Conner wrong, he was happy to have you. Though officially he was your older brother, you had a father son relationship with the clone of Superman. He was sweet to you and never needed to raise his voice, not that it was needed given your super hearing, but you were probably the most well behaved kid but that was due to the dimension you came from.

You came from a dimension where there were three survivors of Krypton. Superman AKA Clark Kent, Supergirl AKA Kara Danvers and your father, Omega AKA Y/F/N Kent. Yes, your father was the older brother To Superman. Key word, Was. You see, Your home dimension was an offshoot of the one the Justice lords occupied. But, your father was also killed beside Wally West AKA The Flash. With The Flash and Omega dead the public became restless. The public wanted Luthor Impeached and removed from office. The Public mourned for the loss of two amazing heroes. The public watched as the execution was aired on live television. They watched as Omega Held The Flash in his arms as a kryptonite bullet was shot through his heart. The public’s reaction wasn’t that different from the hero community’s. But for the Justice League? They were out for blood. They lost two of their founding members. They lost both their older brother figure and Younger brother.

But, the one whose life was most impacted was you. You were four at the time but you still remember everything. You remember your Uncle Clark telling you about your dad. You remember crying into the S sheleid. You remember smiling when he told you Luthor was dead. You thought that's how the world should be. That the Justice Lords needed to be in control.

Then you found old YouTube clips of your dad as Omega. And you noticed that your Uncle Clark wasn’t like he was now. That he smiled and the world seemed more free. Then, the Justice Lords found a dimension like yours but with three key differences. Their world’s Flash and Omega were still alive. As was their Luthor.

You were about 6 when the Justice Lords went to Take over the Justice League’s world. You were left in the Batcave when you accidentally set a portal to the Justice Leauge’s Superman’s fortress of solitude. You were a six year old boy so off course you went through not knowing that your Uncle Clark was getting his ass handed to him.

You were in awe of this world’s fortress of solitude. It was the same as the one you grew up around. But this one feels lighter and purer. It had all the same trophies and such but this felt like it was all done in the RIGHT way.

You were admiring the trophies and didn’t notice footsteps behind you. Conner was surprised to see a small child come out of a type of portal he hadn't seen before. He smiled with bittersweet happiness as you looked at the Omega memorial. Some things don’t change from universe to universe. This universe’s Omega was killed by doomsday. Not in a political execution. You looked up in awe at both the statue and the uniform. Justice Lord Superman couldn’t bear to look at your father’s uniform.

In this universe Omega didn’t have time to settle down thus you were never born in this universe. Conner moved up slightly behind you. It was only then did he see the red sun bracelet on your wrist. Your Uncle Clark had said “I don’t want you to have powers so I don’t lose you too.”  It made sense at first but now it felt like he was scared of you. Conner knew what red sun felt like and he absolutely hated the fact anyone would put a red sun bracelet on a six year old.

“Yeah, Uncle Y/F/N was a cool hero. He was super kind to everyone.” You jumped at the voice. You turned to the voice and thought maybe Uncle Clark had a kid hidden. But as the two of you began to talk You quickly began to realize this wasn’t your universe. The two of you were unaware the Justice Lords had invaded this universe. And when Connor contacted the Justice League this world’s Superman Came to meet you and you told him your story. Justice League's Superman didn’t want to send you back but he couldn't support you in this world. So, Connor took you in.

Connor used Titans Tower a lot during your childhood as it had a lot of rooms and was hardly okcupid. Connor loves to carry you around. You were hardly on your feet. He also loves to hug you and also teaches you how to fly. You are just a bit faster than Connor but you think that Connor just lets you win. He’s alway there for a tuck in at night. No matter what. Darkside couldn’t stop him from tucking you in.

Overall you were very happy to be Connor’s son and couldn't wish for anyone better. You missed your Daddy but Connor kept your mind off it and took care of any problem you might have. And You were his Superkid and you couldn’t be happier.