#let's pretend that'll a thing that can happen

[bernard-the-rabbit]

an earthbender, the new firelord and the avatar visit the southern water tribe

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[suiana]

(yandere! foreign exchange student x gn! reader) (thanks for 8k 😍😍)

"can you stop being so annoying?"

"what?"

he stares at you with a raised eyebrow, pouting as he rests his cheek on his palm. with both arms propped up on the table, he reaches out his other arm towards you. obviously you back away in disgust at his affection... and you can't help but notice the way he narrows his eyes at your reaction.

he, as in, your annoying buddy. hiroto yamada, your buddy for the foreign exchange program which you were unwillingly made to participate in.

you knew bad things would happen when you saw the program, yet you were made to participate in it because you had joined the university wellbeing club. curse you and your past impulsive decisions.

honestly, things were fine in the beginning. apart from the fact that you had to socialize with others and waste your breath explaining things in the university... everything was quite alright. he wasn't too extroverted, liked to keep to himself as well...

that was until you started suspecting that he liked you.

you didn't want to believe it. there was no way. like, it's literally the absolute worse thing that could happen that would disrupt your peaceful school life.

so you pretended to not see the obvious signs he threw at you. you treated him like how you used to treat him, aka like a classmate you wouldn't talk to outside of class...

so it wasn't unexpected that he'd get frustrated. in fcat, it was actually a wonder that he managed to go for so long without shouting at you to stop ignoring the signs (he lasted 6 weeks).

eventually he confessed but... you didn't accept. duh. you didn't even like him that way! you didn't even treat him like a close friend so why would you fall or accept his love?

so you rejected him. understandable response.

but he wouldn't take it for an answer.

so he constantly pestered you in hopes that you'd finally give in and say yes. which is what led you to your current situation.

"you know, trying to act like my boyfriend..."

"but I'm just practicing for the future that will happen?"

he raises an eyebrow, seemingly confused as you roll your eyes at his reply. you make no move to explain yourself because you knew that he understood what you meant. he's a smart guy after all. he just likes playing dumb to get on your nerves.

and right now he's doing that.

you honestly wanted to just beat him up but that'll never work out in your favor. so you settle for the next best thing and that's to ignore him. and it always works.

turning around to face away from him, you plug in your ear phones and tune his blabbering out as you attempt to ignore him. it worked for a little bit but he always gets irritated the second you lose interest in him.

"hey pay attention to me..."

he whines softly, tugging on your shirt. you continue to ignore him, humming softly as you scroll on social media. oh this is a nice post-

but the second you move your hand to like it, he yanks the phone out of your grip and hides it in his bag. his face displays an annoyed expression, furrowed eyebrows and downturned lips.

you wanted to smack his face so bad. and you were just about to do that until he speaks in a chilling tone.

"you can't keep ignoring me. you know that we'll end up with each other. it's inevitable."

he mumbles before caressing your cheek. you shiver, eyes wide as your blood runs cold. shit! unconsensual touch! unconsensual touch!

but as much as you hated his touch, you couldn't move away for you were too frozen in fear. he always had a way of scaring you with his voice. and he loved to abuse it.

"you're really going to make me mad... so please don't keep resisting. it's not humourous or cute."

he mutters quietly before giggling as he lets go of your face. all you do is stare at him, still frozen in place as you gulp and finally look away.

god damn it. you really should've fought harder to get out of the exchange program.

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere foreign exchange student #yandere foreign exchange student x reader #gn reader #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

[dixons-sunshine]

You Are My Sunshine | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine*

Summary: Being pregnant was a challenge, and being pregnant in an apocalypse came with a whole set of challenges on its own. Luckily, you had Daryl to take care of you, even if he was sometimes a little bit overprotective.

Genre: Fluff

Era: Alexandria, post Saviour war, pre the building of the bridge.

Warnings: Swearing, probably other things I can't think of right now.

A/n: My requests are open for any TWD character if y'all wanna send any! Also, I don't really know if pregnant ladies not being allowed to lift heavy things is factual or not. I just remembered someone telling me once that it could be harmful for the unborn child, and I've seen it being mentioned in movies and shows before, so I went based off of that. If it isn't true, please pretend that it is for my sake lol 🥲. (This is so rushed. I'm sorry for the bad writing 😭)

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“Daryl, I'm perfectly capable of carrying it myself, you know.”

“I know ya can, but it dun' mean ya have to. Ya need to take it easy.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, a small smile spreading over your face. “Dar, I have to do something. I can't let everyone else do everything while I sit on my ass all day.”

“Yer pregnant, I ain't lettin' ya overwork yerself. Anyone have a problem with tha', let me know and I'll handle 'em. I ain't lettin' anythin' happen to our baby jus' 'cause some people can't pick up the slack and ya have to do their work for 'em.”

“I highly doubt carrying one crate is gonna do anything,” you stated matter-of-factly, walking at a steady pace beside the archer while he was carrying the crate in question back to the pantry.

“Ain't riskin' it,” Daryl retorted with a sense of finality, pushing the crate onto one of the shelves before turning to you. He took a step towards you and placed a gentle hand on your growing bump, looking at you with a soft expression. “Ya and this baby, our baby, are the most important people in the world to me. I ain't lettin' anythin' happen to the two of ya. If tha' means carryin' a crate so tha' ya can rest or fightin' off a herd of walkers so tha' yer safe, so be it. I'd do anythin' for ya and our little one.”

You smiled softly at the archer you've grown to love above everything else. You leaned forward to press a quick, gentle peck on his cheek before leaning back, giggling at the bashful look and blush that coated Daryl's face from the small action. “Sorry,” you said with a light laugh, aware of his feelings of public displays of affection. “You're just too adorable sometimes, you know that?”

That elicited a scoff from Daryl. He withdrew his hand from your bump and stepped back, ducking his head down to let his hair hide the growing blush on his face. “I ain't adorable,” he retorted quietly.

“You are,” you responded with a light laugh. “There's nothing you can say that'll change my mind about that. You, Daryl Dixon, are adorable, sweet, caring and so much more. There honestly aren't enough adjectives in the dictionary to describe how perfect you are to me.”

Daryl scoffed again. He shook his head at you, but you could see his mouth twitch up into a small smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Nah,” he started, glancing at you through the hair that hung in front of his eyes. “Yer the perfect one. ‘M lucky to call ya mine.”

“Don't start with me, Dixon. We can go back and forth about who's more perfect all day,” you joked, successfully gaining a small chuckle from him in response.

“Alrigh’,” he started, taking a step forward to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “I ain't about to start an argument with the pregnant lady.”

“If that's the case, does that mean I can help out with the tasks around here?” you asked, batting your eyelashes up at him innocently.

Daryl scoffed and shook his head. “Nah, tha' I ain't lettin' happen. I was talkin' 'bout petty arguments. Ya need to take it easy and rest. Leave the work to the people who ain't got unborn babies in their bellies they have to worry 'bout.”

“Daryl—” you started, about to voice your protest, but the archer cut you off.

“None of tha',” he said with a shake of his head, his tone stern. “Ya remember the times ya wouldn't let me do much to help out when I was hurt? I could help jus' fine too, but ya were worried 'bout me and takin' care of me. Let me take care of ya now, alrigh'? Ya have more at stake here than tearin' a few stitches.”

You pondered over his words for a few moments, hesitantly nodding after a few seconds. “Alright,” you finally agreed with a small sigh. “I haven't really been getting much sleep these past few days. I guess I can go take a nap or something if that'll make you feel better.”

“Hey,” Daryl started, taking one of your hands in his. “This ain't because I think yer incapable to help out or somethin'. I know ya can, but I would feel better knowin' yer not accidentally overworking yerself. I've seen it happen before. Ya'd get so focused on a task and would overwork yerself without even knowin' it. I don't want tha' to happen to ya righ' now.”

“Okay,” you nodded, willing the feelings of being useless away at the archer's reassuring words, knowing he spoke nothing but the truth. “But the moment you guys desperately need an extra pair of hands, promise me you'll come get me?”

Daryl nodded half-heartedly, and you could tell that even if he promised he would, he probably wouldn't come get you. He'd put yours and your baby's safety above everything else, even at the cost of a few extra hours of work for him and the other Alexandrians.

You leaned up on your toes to press a feathery light kiss to his lips before withdrawing. You gave him a smile before turning to walk out of the pantry towards the home you shared with him. As soon as you reached the front door of your home and pushed inside, you shrugged off your jacket and kicked off your shoes, discarding them by the table next to the entrance. You looked at the expanse of the quiet house and sighed, knowing you'd be alone until the sun started to set.

Well, you thought to yourself, I might as well make the best of my time alone. You went towards the kitchen to get a glass of water before descending up the stairs towards your room. You changed into something more comfortable before settling down on the bed, grabbing the book you were busy reading and flipping to the page you were busy with. You absentmindedly placed one hand over your stomach, the other holding the book as your eyes started to trail over the words on the page.

After a while, the words on the page started to blur together. You blinked repeatedly, hoping to clear your vision, but to no avail. Your eyes fell closed on their own accord, and within a few moments, you were asleep.

—

The feeling of the bed dipping beside you awoke you from your slumber. You opened your eyes and brought one of your hands up to wipe the sleep out of your eyes. When your vision cleared, you locked eyes with Daryl, the man having a faint, soft smile on his face.

“Sorry. I didn't mean to wake ya,” he apologized, bringing a hand up to brush the stray hair back and away from your eyes.

“It's okay,” you reassured him, bringing yourself up to a sitting position. You grabbed the book that you had read before falling asleep and placed it on your bedside table, before shifting your attention back to the archer.

Daryl was seated on the edge of the bed, busy pulling his boots off of his feet. When he was done, he layed back against the headboard, bringing his legs up to rest on the bed. His shoulders were slightly slumped, his posture giving away how tired he was. You furrowed your eyebrows at that. The workload hadn't been that much that day, and as soon as the people were done they could return to their homes, so you couldn't understand why Daryl looked so tired. Unless...

“Daryl,” you said softly, instantly catching the archer's attention. “Did more work come in while I was here at home?” Daryl's silence was enough of an answer. “Daryl—”

“’S fine, nothin' we couldn't handle. Just some buildin' materials Maggie and the King sent us from their communities to fix up more houses. Rick wanted to get started on the repairs today, so Aaron and I got some people together to start.”

“Daryl,” you started, shaking your head. “I told you that if you needed an extra pair of hands to come and get me.”

“Nah, we were fine. Ya clearly needed the rest.”

“But—” you started to retort, but Daryl cut you off instantly.

“Michonne told me tha' really heavy liftin' ain't good fer a pregnant lady. Said it can hurt the baby, so I didn't want ya carryin' logs and other heavy materials around. The rest of us can handle tha'.”

“When did you talk to Michonne?” you asked skeptically, your eyes narrowing in suspicion.

A sheepish look graced Daryl's features. He avoided your gaze and instead focused his eyes on the bedsheets. “About a week after we found out tha' ya were pregnant,” he admitted, nervously chewing on his bottom lip. “I was askin' her and Carol wha' I could do to help make yer pregnancy easier, what would help with yer mornin' sickness and what ya should avoid doin', and she told me tha' ya needed to refrain from liftin' heavy things. Said it could harm the baby.”

“So that's why you've been so against me helping out around here?” you asked, earning a nod of confirmation from Daryl.

“Yeah. Most of the work we gotta do 'round here involves heavy liftin', and I didn't want ya accidentally hurtin' yourself or our little one because of it. Tha's why I've been so adamant about ya takin' it easy,” he confirmed, ducking his head in embarrassment. “I didn't wanna be overbearin', but ya really wanted to help out with everythin' and the thought of somethin' goin' wrong because of all the hard work we have to do was too much fer me to handle. ’M sorry.”

You gently grabbed Daryl's hand, bringing it up to softly kiss his knuckles. “Why are you sorry? For not wanting anything to happen to me or our baby? You don't have anything to apologize for. If anything, I should be apologizing.”

“Fer wha'?” Daryl asked confusedly, intertwining your fingers with his.

“For being so adamant about working. I just... I didn't want to feel useless. I didn't want to feel like a burden because I couldn't help out.”

Daryl's eyebrows furrowed, his lips pressing together tightly. “Yer not a burden. Dun' ever think tha'. Yer carryin' a life in yer belly, and tha's takin' up most of yer energy and time. If anybody has a problem with the fact tha' ya can't work as hard as ya used to fer the next few months because yer pregnant, let me know and I'll beat their ass.”

You smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his lips. When you pulled back, you could feel tears starting to form in your eyes. Daryl noticed it and frowned, concern lacing his voice.

“Wha's wrong?” he asked frantically, bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks gently. He wiped away the tears that fell with his thumb.

“Hormones,” you said simply, laughing through your tears. “I don't even really know why I'm crying.”

“C'mere,” Daryl said, wrapping his arms around you and guiding you to lay your head down on his chest. You shifted your body until your were comfortable, wrapping your arms around him as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Daryl's arms wrapped around you, one of his hands venturing down to your baby bump. He gently started to caress your stomach, his hand's soft movements making you sleepy almost instantly.

“’M sorry fer bein' so overprotective,” Daryl said after a few moments of silence, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“And I'm sorry for being so stubborn. I promise I'll be more careful and take it easier from now on,” you promised, nuzzling your head deeper into his chest.

“Thank god,” he sighed in relief. “Any more of yer stubbornness and I would've been forced to lock ya in the house whenever their was work to do.”

You laughed and lightly hit one of his arms that were wrapped around you, eliciting a chuckle from the archer. “I love you,” you mumbled into his chest.

“I love ya too,” he responded, placing another kiss on your head. "Now get some more rest. I'll be righ' here when ya wake up.”

You nodded against his chest and closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat, your own personal lullaby. As your eyes drifted closed for the second time that day, you swore you could hear Daryl start to hum a song. A song you've been singing to your baby in your stomach since you found out you were pregnant.

You are my sunshine.

A smile formed on your face as Daryl lowly continued to hum the song, his hand still gently caressing your stomach. With the gentle caress of his hand, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the song he was humming, you soon drifted into slumber, safe in your archer's arms.

#krys writes .ೃ࿐ #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl x reader #the walking dead #twd daryl #norman reedus #norman reedus x reader

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE PETER PARKER HEADCANONS

Bold of you to even assume you'll be left alone and have your privacy with this boi here. Bby boi here loves you so much, you're the very reason he's living and you're like AIR for him. If he's not close to you, he feels like he's shattering and dying inside and hence, he might stalk you every now and then as Spiderman pretending he's on rounds around the city just to make sure you're safe

He is a literal puppy mark my words and when you deny him something, his expression will resemble that of a kicked puppy that'll tug your heart strings for SURE

"Baby do you REALLY HAVE to go to that party? I mean, you barely even know them you just met them 2 months ago~"

Will beg you to spend every single second of your time with him and as a yandere, I can clearly see him as a worshipper who'll worship TF outta you pal

If you go out somewhere without telling him, expect a dozen messages on your phone and 45 FREAKING MISSED CALLS!!! Ngl..... he just wants you to be safe and once you come back, he'll smother you with his love and affection and pepper your face with kisses

His aunt May adores you and treats you like her very daughter. She likes baking you muffins and cookies when you come by

Hates it when you talk to other people and he's clearly making an exception for MJ and Ned though he prefers if you talk to them less. He's just scared of losing you

He'll kidnap you if he thinks you're in danger which lets say happens after a month you 2 start dating. Don't worry, he'll stock up everything you love and he'll have all your favorite movies and books available for you and he'll even be so generous as to have a Wattpad and a tumblr account so long as you do your stuff on HIS phone and he keeps track of what you're posting

He absolutely HATES and DESPISES punishing you when you misbehave and as much as he loves you, he'll convince himself that he needs to discipline you for your own good. Nothing too drastic though, he'll just restrict you from using your favorite things and no screen time. You'll be bored outta your skull for sure but hey, at least he's not locking you up in a room with chains dangling around you

When it comes to other people who he thinks are trying to steal his sweetheart from him (Aka. YOU), he will not hesitate to get messy and kill someone. He'll try framing that person like convincing people he was a corrupt person or an illegal drug seller or something like that and either spread rumors or directly kill them. No one messes with his darling and gets the hell away with it, not if he can help it and YES, he CAN help it

Will use EDITH to make sure you're safe

"Oh sweetheart, you have nothing to worry about, I'll take care of everything for you. You won't leave me will you?"

#yandere peter parker #yandere peter parker x reader #yandere peter parker scenarios #yandere peter parker oneshots #yandere peter parker imagines #yandere peter parker headcanons #dark peter parker #dark peter parker x reader #yandere avengers #yandere avengers x reader #yandere avengers scenarios #yandere mcu #yandere mcu x reader #yandere marvel #yandere marvel x reader #yandere marvel characters #yandere marvel characters x reader

[hannie-dul-set]

who in enhypen would agree to platonically kiss you.

because i feel like i have to do this for every group i write, so expect me to word vomit a tubatu version soon after this one.

seventeen ver. / 127 ver. / dream ver.

heeseung: honestly you thought he'd agree without a second thought, but a smirk suddenly plays on his lips and he pulls out the "what if i don't want to? what are you gonna do?" and you'd rather die than have him bask in your mortification, so you turn around. run away. try to run away, but the bitch suddenly pulls you into his lap and oh. you can feel his breath on your lips. his grip is firm on your waist. you're actually about to fucking kiss him BUT— "ah. sorry. i changed my mind." | rating: 0/10 but maybe if u change ur tune from platonic to romantic, then he'd agree.

jay: "can i think about it first?" jay isn't one to jump into hasty decisions, especially one that can permanently change the trajectory of your ten year long friendship for better or for worse just so you can make some hairless bitch jealous. he thinks about it. he's thinking. he's thinking very hard about it, until one day he finally says okay "okay" "? okay what?" "let's make out" "??? jay i asked u that favor five months ago what do u—" | rating: 5/10 delayed but u got him?? to kiss u??? but??? now u have a new problem because park jongseong, what are we?

jake: he knows you kissed him at the party last night to get ur cheating ex off ur ass. he knows that and he was totally, 100% completely fine with it. he can totally pretend like nothing happened. absolutely. just doing a friend a favor. a buddy. a pal. a good 'ol mate. that is until exactly one month passes by and he suddenly says "oh damn haha happy kissmonthsary babe u have any more exes to drive away hahaha just asking haha." | rating: 8/10 you're sure a kissmonthsary doesn't exist, but how can u deny him when he's twiddling his fingers like a schoolgirl with a first crush.

sunghoon: flustered flustered flustered "i'm sorry? haha i mean ofc u want to kiss me who wouldn't hahhahaha anw ur joking right—" you aren't. sunghoon starts sweating and he's nervous and about to piss himself because if he says no, you're gonna think he's a LOSER (you already know he's a loser) a big fucking LOSER (sunghoon, you are a loser). | rating: 3/10 on the first try because the moment your lips touched he turned into stone. he may be a loser but he's a prideful loser so expect his score to increase with each try at his insistence.

sunoo: "hey sunoo, i need ur help. can i ki—" cue his aggressive side eye. cue the absolute look of disgust on his face at the mere insinuation that you want to kiss him without strings attached. how dare you. | rating: 1/10 because you did get to kiss him in the end. you did. but before that you had to ask permission from his parents (heeseung and jake), you had to meet his actual parents, you had to exchange vows at the altar, and— wait this isn't exactly platonic anymore isn't it?

jungwon: jokes on u jungwon orchestrated the whole thing that'll lead you to asking him. he gave you a lipstick as birthday present and he's like "sorry haha i'm not sure if it's a good one the saleslady said it doesn't smudge but idk." there it goes. seed planted. all that's left is for you to ask him if he....wants to help u test it out.....yanno.....as friends. and before you know it the red tint is now smudged between your lips and his, smiling victoriously into your mouth because yes. his plan worked. | rating: 10/10 because you suddenly have a dozen new lip products and "hey. should we test if these also smudge or not?"

ni-ki: "oh sure. go ahead." he agrees to it SO easily that you suspicious, eyes narrowed, but you set it aside for now and lean closer to his face but WOOSH. he's swerved away. "riki stay still, what are u—" WHOOSH. he's five steps away. you see the look on his face. the shit eating grin saying, if you wanna kiss me, come and get it and oh it's on, nishimura. | rating: 2/10 because you end up chasing him all over the parking lot and jake asked if he can join your game of tag.

#happy kissmonthsary #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen reactions #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #heeseung x reader #enhypen jay x reader #enhypen jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #im too lazy to add tags this is enough ig

[nokaslitz]

hii do you think you could do a tom x female reader where reader is georgs younger sister and she’s really close with him so he takes her on tour with them all and she’s really close to the rest of the band and she has a big crush on tom but only georg knows and he doesn’t want her dating anyone cause “she’s too young” even though she’s not and he’s protective over her but one night they all go to an after party and they’re drinking and tom confesses he likes her to like everyone while drunk so bill takes him back to the hotel and the next morning he wakes up and goes to readers room to apologise for embarrassing her and tells her it wasn’t just the alcohol talking and he actually likes her and she says the same thing and they end up having sex and he’s all cute and sweet with reader cause it’s her first time and later they meet up with the rest of the guys for lunch and they’re both covered in hickeys and gustav is like “finally the tension was getting too much” and georg is so awkward and he’s just like “nah i’m not dealing with this i’m pretending it’s not happening” but on the way back from lunch georg puts his arm around tom while there walking and is like “she is my little princess if you do anything to hurt her i’ll hit you with your own car” and then goes to walk next to reader and tom is just smiling like an idiot because of how much he loves her

sorry! kind of..

tw: alcohol, drinking, smut, p in v, unprotected sex

you are stood awkwardly beside your brother, georg, as he speaks to a few random guys. your fingers are wrapped around his bicep, gripping tightly as if that'll calm your nerves. you lift your cup to take a sip, only to find that it's empty. you let out a sigh, tapping georg. the brunette boy looks down at you. a brow raised.

"i'm gonna go get a refill." you tell him. he nods, nudging your arm. you push your way through drunken bodies, muttering soft, useless 'sorrys' to the people who only glare. when you reach the bar, you throw out the used cup into a nearby trash can.

"what can i get for you, ma'am?" the bartender asks - an older gentleman with a neatly trimmed, graying beard. you tell him what you want and he gladly begins making it.

you hand over the cash in exchange for the drink. taking a sip of the bitter alcohol, you jump a bit upon feeling a tap on your shoulder. you turn to see the familiar dreadhead, a crooked smirk on his lips.

"oh, tom. you scared me." you chuckle nervously, your eyebrows furrowing a bit. thank god for the dim, colored lights to hide the blush on your cheeks. "sorry 'bout that." tom grins, taking a gulp of his drink. "whatcha doin'? wheres georg?" he questions.

"oh, he's just like..over there." you say, pointing across the room to the left. "and i just came to get another drink." you add.

tom nods, leaning against the bar counter, his hand finding its way to the small of your back. your breath hitches in your throat, your face becoming warm. you look down at the glass in your hands, staring at it as if the tan liquid inside is the most interesting thing.

"so, you having fun so far?" tom asks, his tongue fiddling with the metal ring in his lip. something he does that drives you absolutely crazy.

you nod, smiling softly yet awkwardly. "yeah. you?" you ask, gaining the courage to meet his eyes. his stupid smile grows, his own head nodding. "ja. even more now that i've found you." he flirts, licking his lips as his eyes trail up and down.

you snicker, rolling your eyes a bit. you're about to speak, but another voice beats you to it. "stop running off, tom." the gothic twin scolds, crossing his arms.

"oh, hi, y/n." bill says as his eyes land on you, a small smile on his lips. "hi." you reply, giving a tiny, awkward wave.

"but seriously, tom. you already tripped over air in the lobby. you were supposed to stay by me." bill says, looking back at his drunk, clumsy brother.

tom lets out a sound of annoyance — like the noise a whiny toddler would make when its denied ice cream for dinner. "i am fine." he says.

bill rolls his eyes, leaning against the counter beside his twin. within a random conversation, georg and gustav eventually join alongside the twins and you.

tom's hand has not once moved from your back, now rubbing small circles with his palm. suddenly, a man walks up to the five of you, holding a camera and a microphone.

he begins asking the boys a few questions about their music, girls, blah blah blah. you think the man is ignoring your presence — you hope he is. your heart stops when the man asks tom a question.

"and who is this? a girlfriend maybe?" the man says with a grin, his annoyingly white veneers on display.

you glance at tom with wide eyes, silently hoping he'll just brush off the comment. instead, tom grins, his eyes lighting up mischievously.

his arm rests around your shoulder, pulling your body against his. "ja. this is my girlfriend, y/n." he says, thinking he's the funniest guy alive.

your heart is anxiously beating rapidly. you look over at georg with horrified eyes, faintly shaking your head. when the interviewer is finally finished, he walks off, giddy to see how much money he'll make off of the video he caught.

you turn to tom with nervous eyes. "why would you say that?" you ask him quietly. tom giggles, nudging you. "it's fine, y/n. it was a joke." he says.

he smirks again, leaning over a bit. "or maybe you'd like to be my girlfriend?" you've never been more embarrassed in your life.

you freeze, glancing at the three boys around you. they all look as if they pity you, their lips tightly sealed. georg looks extra annoyed with tom.

then, bill sighs, grabbing tom's arm and leading him away. "come on. we're leaving." he says. you, gustav and georg just watch silently, knowing that tom is going to be scolded by his brother.

~

you wake up with a headache, the sun beating harshly on your face from the window. you sit up, rubbing your eyes. you glance over at the clock, almost rolling your eyes at the time. 10:45 it reads.

you take a minute to fully gain consciousness before slipping out from under the covers. you walk over to the bathroom, entering it. you brush out your mess of hair and then brush your teeth. you wipe the suds from your mouth, washing out the sink. you grab a towel and dampen it with warm water, washing your face.

you go back out into the bedroom, grabbing clothes from your bag. you're about to change, but a knock on the hotel rooms door catches your attention.

you walk over to it, looking through the peephole. when you see tom, a wave of remembrance and embarrassment washes over you. you mentally prepare yourself before unlocking and opening the door.

"oh. hi." you say awkwardly. "hallo..er..i need to talk to you." the boy mutters, seemingly trying hard to keep eye contact. you've never seen tom look so embarrassed.

you let out a deep breath, opening the door wider for him to come in. once he's in, he goes over to your bed and takes a seat. you close the door before sitting down beside him.

an awkward tension is filling the room, practically suffocating the two of you. after a little while, tom speaks up, his eyes on his fidgety hands.

"i'm sorry for embarrassing you last night. i shouldn't have said that.." he apologizes. "it's okay-" your words of forgiveness are cut off by him.

"but i also do really like you. i wasn't..completely joking when i asked that." he admits, raising his head so his dark eyes can meet yours.

you swallow thickly, not really knowing what to say. suddenly, a rush of confidence rushes over you, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek. your eyes close as you lean in, pressing your lips to his.

tom's own eyes close, his lips lifting into a grin into the kiss. his hand trails down your side, gently squeezing your hip. you let out a sigh against his lips and suddenly, your gently pushed onto your back.

tom hovers over you, the kiss never breaking. your hand moves to the back of his head, your fingers carefully gripping his dreadlocks. an accidental tug of his hair elicits a soft groan from his throat.

"sorry.." you mutter apologetically, thinking you may have hurt him. "no, no. keep doing that. please." tom adds breathlessly against your mouth.

you nod, continuing to cautiously tug the boys locks. he removes his lips from yours, now trailing kisses down your neck, softly sucking and biting.

a soft moan leaves your lips as his tongue hits a sensitive spot. he smirks softly, sucking to leave a mark. shivers run up your spine as his hand begins trailing up your shirt.

you begin getting nervous as his hand nears your breast, but you don't stop him. a gasp leaves your lips as he cups one of your boobs with his large hand, gently massaging. your back arches, a quiet whine leaving your lips as his index and thumb roll your sensitive nipple, getting it hard.

"so good, schatz.." he mutters against your neck, leaving trails of hickeys. he gently takes your shirt off, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. you cross your arms over your chest, embarrassed to be nude in front of the guy you've liked for years.

"hey..it's okay..lemme look." he whispers softly, carefully removing your arms. he lets out a shaky breath at the sight of your bare tits. a smile grows on his lips as his cock grows in his pants.

"beautiful.." he compliments, taking one of your nipples between his lips. the soft sucking and licking of his tongue causes you to whimper, the heat growing between your legs.

he slips off his own shirt, the cloth joining alongside yours on the floor. his hands move down to his belt, unbuckling it. the harsh, yet careful sucking of his mouth creates purple marks around your breasts and neck.

his pants hit the floor and a gasp escapes both of you as his hardened member — strained by his boxers — rubs against your clothed crotch. he presses his lips to yours again, removing your sleep shorts.

his fingers move to the hem of your panties, going to take them off. you gently take his wrist, stopping him. "wait..i've..never done this before.." you admit quietly, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

tom's eyebrow raises, his eyes trailing up and down your perfect body. "you're a virgin?" he asks, completely dumbfounded by the fact that someone as hot as you is a virgin.

you nod and tom grins. "cute." he snickers, kissing you. "i'll be gentle. just tell me if you wanna stop." he says reassuringly against your lips, his voice muffled.

you let out a shaky breath, letting him remove your baby purple underwear, revealing your bare pussy to him. he almost moans at the sight, his fingers quickly removing his plaid boxers.

his cock springs out, standing tall and hard. you gasp upping feeling his naked shaft brush against your wet cunt. he lines his tip up at your entrance, kissing your shoulder before slowly pushing in.

you gasp, feeling your walls stretch to this newly found girth. your nails dig into his back as he bottoms out, filling you up. he gives you a reassuring look, pushing some hair out of your face as he begins pulling out.

you whimper as he begins thrusting slowly, his movements careful. he knows he's big and he knows your new to this, so he's extra careful not to hurt you in any way.

"f-faster.." you mutter, desire building up. tom complies, picking up the pace of his hips movements. "mm, fuck, liebe.." he groans, his head falling into the crook of your neck.

you moan, your legs wrapping around his waist as his dick slides in and out of your tight hole. "s-so good n' tight f'me.." he mutters.

you bury your face against his shoulder, kissing it. you trail up to his jaw, sucking lightly to leave marks. "oh, tom, fuck..!" you moan close to his ear.

your sounds of pleasure encourage him, his thrusts getting a bit rougher. you gasp loudly as his tip hits a certain spot in you, your cunts walls squeezing around him. "right there!" you moan.

tom nods, his cock jerking against your g-spot with every thrust. "sh-shit. gonna cum.." the boy warns, his humps becoming sloppy and desperate.

"me t-too-" your words are barley out before your release washes over you. you cry out as you come undone around tom's cock.

the tightening of your pussy is enough for tom to reach his high. he groans, his thick seed shooting into you. his thrusts continue, his member fucking his cum into you.

he pulls out with a grunt, panting. he lays on top of you, pressing kisses all around your face. "you alright?" he asks, stroking your cheek.

you nod, breathing heavily. "yeah, yeah i'm good. that was..amazing." you mutter, nuzzling into him.

"come on. let's get you cleaned up." he says, helping you stand up. he leads you to the bathroom, sitting you down on the toilet lid as he starts up a shower, grabbing two towels.

after a warm shower filled with giggles and kisses, the two of you get dressed for the day. bill had messaged the group chat about meeting in the dining room for lunch, so you two head down for that.

the three other boys are already sat at a table, menus in hands. you and tom take seats beside each other, acting casual.

tom and you completely forgot about the dark purple marks littering your necks until gustav points it out. "guessing she forgave you?" he asks, raising his brows as he looks at tom.

tom smirks, shrugging. "somethin' like that." he responds, his hand finding your thigh under the table. you glance over at georg to see him shaking his head, rolling his eyes.

you hold back a giggle, placing your hand on tom's. the five of you eventually get your food and eat it, making small talk as you do.

on your ways back to the rooms, tom is pulled aside by georg, his arm around his shoulder. "you hurt her and i'm shaving that mop off your head while you're sleeping." he threatens, feeling protective over his younger sister.

of course, tom is a bit intimidated, but he just giggles, nodding. "i'd never hurt her."

#tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #gustav schäfer #georg listing #tokio hotel #2000s #fanfic #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz smut

[machinesonix]

Somehow I have made it this long without realizing that none of the screen adoptions of Dune so much as mention the Butlerian Jihad. Like I guess it's burned into my brain so hard I sort of assumed it was part and parcel of the universe. Don't get me wrong, I think that's probably the first thing you learn if you want to dive deeper into the setting, but it still hits me like if the LotR movies showed us the big flaming eyeball tower and was like ‘Oh, that's why there are bad things, but don't worry, that's just background stuff.’ Yeah, you can understand the movie, but if the story is just like Frodo vs. The Witch King you are losing out on any of the conversation about the corruptive allure of power or theological undertones. So without further ado let's pretend this is for the benefit of interested new fans roped in by the movies and not part of my desperate attempt to silence the howling specters of literary analysis that live in my blood.

The Butlerian Jihad is an event set ~10k years prior to the events of Dune in which humanity won their freedom from the machines that they had enslaved themselves to. As a result, it is a religious taboo to create a machine that thinks like a human. That's frankly the bulk of the information presented by Frank Herbert in the text without dipping into books 7+, but whether or not those are canon is frankly an enormous can of worms, which really makes sense when you consider the size of the worms. But boy howdy, Frank loved his subtext and parallelism. Everyone has a foil character, every theme is hit from multiple angles, and Villinueve has been doing an excellent job of capturing a lot of that in repeated imagery and dialogue. The Butlerian Jihad happens off camera, but it's themes are absolutely critical to the big picture.

The Butlerian Jihad was a holy war. It was not merely a rebellion against the machines, it was a crusade against them. The prohibition against thinking machines isn't just a law, it's in the pan-universal Bible. Absolute psychopath Pieter DeVries himself claps back at the Baron for insinuating he might have a use for a computer, and this is a guy who has been hired specifically for his preternatural absence of morals. Let's hold onto that idea for a minute. 

Probably my favorite scene in the first book is the one where planetologist Liet-Kynes is dying out in the desert. As the last of his strength fades to dehydration he hallucinates conversations he had with his father concerning terraforming Arakkis for human habitability. He's told that the means are not complicated. There is already enough water on the planet, the Little Makers just have it all trapped deep underground as part of the sandworm reproductive cycle. You just need to isolate enough water to start irrigating plant life, and once it's established that'll keep the water on the surface on its own. The hard part is making sure everyone on the planet is environmentally conscious enough to foster a developing ecosystem. Nobody can drink any of that water while it's being collected, because they'll just introduce it back into the water cycle where the Little Makers are. It's going to take generations, so that sort of water discipline is going to have to go above and beyond a social convention. People need to be willing to die before they'll take a sip and compromise the plan. Ghost Dad Kynes concludes that the only mechanism in the human experience to enforce this consensus is religion. 

In the context of this whole parallelism thing, you have probably noticed that the Butlerian Jihad is not the only holy war in the narrative. Paul sees a new jihad as the only way of creating a future where humans can flourish. Now you might be saying ‘Wait now, Machines. I thought the point of Paul’s holy war was to avenge Leto and disempower established power structures by taking away the control of the spice!’ And you’d be right. The thing is, without getting into spoiler territory, Dune Messiah is not going to be about how everything just gets so much better now that Paul has destroyed the economy, government, and untold billions of human lives. This isn’t the endgame. Dude can see the future and the way he does it involves looking into the past. Paul lives in a society defined by a holy war and his goal is to redefine society. 

Putting it all together you can see what I mean about the Butlerian Jihad being essential to the themes even though the story never shows us a thinking machine or a narrative beat where the absence of computers changes the outcome. It helps us see the big picture. I’ve seen a lot of dialogue lately on whether Paul is a tragic hero or a consummate villain and I’m not here to answer that, but I am here to underline the critical detail. Paul intends to be seen as a tyrant. Just like Kynes’ hallucination says, religion is the lever to make a value stick around forever. He wants to traumatize humanity to hate chosen ones and emperors the same way the machines traumatized humanity to change them forever. The Water of Life ritual doesn’t invert his values, it lets him realize these visions of war are the means, not the ends. He is absolutely not happy about it, but this is Paul’s terrible purpose. 

#dune #paul atreides #dune meta #dune part two #butlerian jihad

[angel-of-the-moons]

It’s found family central up in here I’m loving it. Hobie who’s readers lovable dumbass step in adult child almost. Accidentally called them ‘mum’ once, neither him nor reader mention it (simply just out of not wanting to embarrass him or because reader doesn’t want to push him away without meaning to). But reader’s always there for him in the little ways

Hobie: Hey y/n what’re your plans tonight? Mine are trying to fix the fucking roof of my boat because it’s fuckin’ rainin AGAIN and it’s COLD

Reader: Oh I’m just gonna light some candles, make some stew and have a little wine and get cozy under a blanket :)

Hobie: …..Can I come over plea-

Reader: Yes you may come over I already have some spare pyjamas for you and some of your favourites orange sweets. I knew you were gonna ask, honey ☺️

Awwwwe 🥺

That One Mum-Friend

Platonic!Hobie x Mom Figure!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: None, mostly a short fluff drabble

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You were only a few years older (at most) than your peers. Hell, a bit younger in some of the cases (cough cough Peter B cough cough), but everyone knew you.

You were the mom friend. The chaperone, the babysitter.

But you couldn't help it, your motherly nature was just so deep into your personality that the two could not be separated. It kind of was the reason why you didn't have many friends outside the Society, most people deemed you too "overbearing" or y'know. Motherly. You'd step in before any "fun" or crazy stuff happened.

You were there to console the others when something happened, when someone was upset, or hell, was just lonely. You were there for them when they needed that gentle hand, or a hug, or a nap in your lap.

Your balanced nature was often why Miguel would pair you with Hobie, or Ben Reilly, to bring them a bit of stability (and to stop Ben from lamenting about his backstory or talking about his muscles for five minutes).

On one mission in particular, Hobie had actually slipped up, and in front of Ben, Peter, and Pavitr and Gwen, he called you "Mum" over the comms. He quickly sputtered and tried to backpedal, but the grin that erupted on your face had already fixed itself there.

You pretended you didn't hear it however, that you weren't paying attention to your comm.

Ben and the others? Never. Let. Him live. It down.

They even gave Hobie things to give to you on Mother's Day for extra effect.

But today? Today, Hobie showed up in your universe, soaked to the bone, his wicks soggy and shoes filled with water.

"Got stuck in the rain, lost the key to my flat, and I don't feel like crashing at HQ because of the Old Man. Can I--"

You chuckled and stepped aside, "Come on, Hobie. You look like a drowned poodle."

"Oi, you havin' a dig at my wicks?" He frowned, walking past you and into your warm, cozy apartment.

"Yep!" You grin, walking over to your linen closet and grabbing some towels, handing them to him.

"Go into the bathroom and get dried off, I might have some clothes that'll fit you. Pajamas at any rate." You hum, walking into your room to rummage through your dressers for something that might fit his tall, lithe frame.

He mumbled a thanks and trudges into the bathroom, his shoes making a depressingly loud squishing noise with every step.

You giggle to yourself and pull out some red plaid pajama pants, and one of your oversized novelty t-shirts.

They should fit.

You knock on the bathroom door and Hobie pokes his head out. He takes the clothes from you when you hand them to him and quickly ducks back to change.

And when he comes out you practically squee.

"Awww! You look so cozy!" You snicker.

"Ohhhhh stuff it." Hobie mumbles, dropping onto your couch and crossing his arms, towel still draped over his head.

"Now Hobie..." You tsk, draping your fluffy, heated blanket over his shoulders, which he automatically snuggles into on sheer instinct alone.

"Is that any way to talk to your mum?"

"Oi! It was one time!" Hobie retorted, trying to cover the blush rising in his cheeks.

"Leave off it, will ya?!"

You grin and grab a tin of sweets, and grab his hand, placing them in his palm.

His eyes get big. His favorite candies; he found them once in your universe, got hooked, and apparently yours was the only one that had them.

You had a shit-eating grin on your face as he popped the candies in his mouth.

"Nahhhh. I'm not gonna. Not when you look like a little kid all snuggled up under that fluffy blanket."

"Hey! Who d'you think you are, eh?" He said, trying to sound miffed, but failing as the warmth from the blanket seeps into his cold body, relaxing into the soft cushions of your couch.

"Oh, me?" You hum, grabbing his wet clothes to be washed.

"I'm the Spider-Mom. Didn't you know that?"

#hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie spiderverse #atsv hobie #answered

[elvisabutler]

don't rock the boat

fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( 50s elvis ) x female reader word count: 2419 warnings: handjobs. public play. use of teddy bear and sugar bear and as nicknames. mild embarrassment kink. talk about fear of heights. mild insecurity on the reader's part. minor cum eating. a minor touch of sub e but not quite? author’s note: welcome to day 11 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, public play with 50s elvis presley x reader. no real notes for this beyond you can imagine austin or regular elvis for this and this went through a name change and a "what happened in the smut" change twice. thank y'all for reading and i hope this scratches an itch for some of y'all! and yes i did forget a warning or two. that'll teach me to post before dinner.

"Don't wanna pretend ya don't exist," Elvis murmurs into the crook of your neck. "Satnin loves ya and Daddy does and Dodger a-and if my fans don't, then maybe they ain't fans of *me*."

You laugh, watching as the warm air from your breath shook a few of Elvis's strands of hair loose. "Oh, they're fans alright. Jus' of those hips and what they want you to do wit' 'em."

Your boyfriend of two years looks down at his feet, the very picture of the shy boy you fell in love with. That boy you fell in love with who stuttered so bad you had to finish his words for him until he got used to you and gave you little nicknames. None of them have stuck, though and he's had to resort to the typical baby and darlin'. Still, it doesn't change the rush of love he feels for you and that you feel for him any time you're within fifty feet of each other.

He's still managing the bashful look for longer than you think is strictly necessary and you take a moment to bend down, forcing him to have to look at your face, grin and all. "Am I making my Teddy Bear feel embarrassed? Don't wanna think of all those girls dreaming of you and your hips?"

There's more words on the tip of your tongue that Elvis makes disappear when he sneaks a kiss on your lips and steals just a little bit of your breath away. His smile threatens to fill your heart to bursting with love before he speaks. "I know I got one girl I want to. Kisses like an angel, too."

"An angel?" Your tone is a little playful, as you grab at his face and pull him in for another kiss. "Does she look like one too?"

His eyes soften just a tad before pressing his forehead against yours. "Always. Figure if I marry her I'll be in heaven on Earth."

A laugh leaves your mouth as you shake your head. "Now you're jus' bein' cheesy, 'Vis. Come on, let's— you promised me time at this fair 'fore you gotta go back on tour."

"Still think I oughta take ya wit' me," is all you hear behind you as a grumbled reply.

"I'm not going on the ferris wheel!"

"Darlin', it ain't that high. Don't ya wanna look over the whole fair? Feel larger than everythin'?" Elvis tries to reason with you in front of the ferris wheel. You're both thankfully not in line and holding it up but you're still within earshot of some people snickering.

"I— That's what you want to do, not— not me. No, I'm okay to stay on the ground, thank you very much." You wince at how you're practically stuttering out your answer and at how people are snickering at the discussion about it that you and Elvis are having.

Elvis's eyes drift to the crowd and in the back of his mind he hears the Colonel's voice reminding him that those girls are the ones who pay to hear him sing. Those girls don't know you're anything more than a friend to him. After all, it's one thing to have a famous girl on your arm, another to have in his words—a plain Jane hometown girl. One is threatening and the other is something that can be tossed aside. Their laughter has gotten louder and he sees you starting to curl in on yourself in an effort to make yourself seem smaller and less noticeable. That's not what you do. That's never been what you do and Elvis can't stand seeing it. With one final glance toward the crowd, he steps forward and grabs your face with both hands, pulling you into a kiss. There's a series of loud gasps in the crowd and you immediately start to pull away only to feel one of his hands move down to your hip and pull you back flush against him. You swear you feel his cock starting to firm up.

"I wanna take in every moment tonight wit' ya. I know ya don't wanna go up on that but— honey, I don't— I gotta have ya with me." He looks back at the crowd. "And I wanna show ya off. Want 'em to see who I love more than anyone other than my mama."

For a moment you don't move, the still tittering giggles echoing in your head even as his words fully sink in. He wants to be with you and wants to show people he's with you, damn the consequences to his career. It warms you from the inside out on the slightly chilly October night and you can't help the way you bite your lip and rock just slightly against him as a thank you almost. His eyes widen just a hair even as they darken.

"You're gonna have to protect me, Teddy Bear. And you'll have to do the leading this time."

A smirk crosses his lips before he steps away, holding out his hand as he does so. "Then come on, Sugar Bear. Let me show ya how fun these can be."

Flashes of cameras are the only thing you see going up and a part of you wants to bury your face into Elvis's chest before you decide against it. He wants to show you off so you'll give everyone a show to see you at least this once. Elvis is talking to you as you're going up, telling you to look in the distance and pointing out things that make him laugh, shaking the pod as he does. It should terrify you but seeing Elvis happy like this calms you down better than you ever thought was possible. As you finally reach the top, you've curled against Elvis, your hand settled into his lap as he peers over at you.

"Ya plannin' on doin' somethin' there, Sugar Bear?" He teases even as he realizes that this Ferris wheel is going awfully slow and he swears he hears something creaking that shouldn't be. A quick peek down has him even more worried, not that he shows it on his face.

"I felt him. Down there, 'Vis. Felt him say hello against me." You answer, attempting to appear innocent, only to have the smirk on your face ruining it. "Thought he wanted to see one of his friends."

Elvis leans back against the back of the pod and lets out a sigh. "Oh he wants to see one o' them al'ight. Jus' not the one you're bringin' out."

You start to open your mouth to speak only to hear the sound of the Ferris wheel stopping. Your heartbeat jumps as you look down and feel the pod move with every shift you and Elvis do. This is why you hadn't wanted to come up here and within what feels like an instant your breath starts coming in small pants, panicking until you feel Elvis's hands grab yours. For some ungodly reason his cock is still at attention, pressing against his slacks and giving your eyes something to focus on that isn't the ground below you.

"Sugar Bear, you— look at me. Focus on me. Ain't— We'll be fine. Got stuck on one of these in Alabama a while back. They're gonna fix it." Elvis stares at your face for a moment before glancing down at your hands, still faintly shaking. "Let— I'm gonna— Ya need somethin' else to focus on. Ya— hell, this ain't the time and place but ya wanna focus on him? Got him all achin' for ya."

"Someone might see!" You practically shout though no one can hear you from how high up you are. "I— Elvis. It'll be all over the papers and you'll be in so much trouble."

"'Cause I fooled 'round with my girlfriend?" His answering chuckle has the pod shaking just a little bit and you bite your lip, eyes trying to stay glued to his crotch in order to focus on something calming— in a way. "Darlin'— ya— ain't no one gonna see but you and me. I'll— I'll make it up to ya as soon as we're back on the ground."

As if to prove the point, he removes one of his hands and places it right above your pubic bone, pressing against it in a way that has you arching your back just a little bit. You curse the fact that he knows you so well in that moment and curse how you know he's aware of how damp your underwear has become with that action after everything else. Your tongue darts out to lick at your lips before your free hand starts to unbutton his slacks.

Tonight you had thought Elvis had on his underwear and yet as soon as your hand moves the zipper, you're greeted by the soft flesh of his foreskin. There's minor prickles of his hair but you ignore them in favor of seeing how his pink little head is starting to peek out. Your mouth waters.

"You gotta be quiet, Teddy Bear. And you better promise."

"Scouts honor, honey— Lord—" he hisses out a curse word or five at the way you spit onto his cock, preparing it before his precum could do the job for you. You take your time, inching back his foreskin and revealing his aching cock to you. "Gentle— I— Been forever since I had ya grip 'im like this."

A smile crosses your face at the praise as Elvis shifts, trying to pump his cock in your hand when you're not moving it. "Patience, Teddy Bear. I can lead you everywhere, 'member? I don't want to hurt him."

"He'll heal up for his other friends real quick," he pants as you finally start to move your hand against the soft skin of his cock. The precum his body produces in what always feels like an overabundance having your hand glide smoothly up and down his cock. Your thumb brushes against the tip and his teeth dig into his lower lip to try and not yowl at the sensation. Your hands smaller than his but it's so much softer, no calluses and gentler even as your pace feels breakneck. His hips don't want to stop moving, humping as if that will earn him more friction or give him a better hole to fuck then the one you're making with your hand. It rocks the pod enough that he finally feels your free arm practically pinning his hips down. "Come— Don't be like that. Let 'em—"

"We're shakin' too much." You say as if that explains everything. "You still want to— release don't you?"

Somehow despite having seen each other naked and despite the fact that you two have done multiple sexual things together the word come always flusters you just a little. In another time and place Elvis would have laughed. If his cock wasn't feeling like it was gonna burst, he'd have laughed. He swears his balls twitch in fear at the idea of not coming. The only response he can manage is a fierce nod. "Ya know I do."

"Then stop movin'!," you request except it sounds more like a demand than anything else. It works though and Elvis finds himself pinned to the back of the seat in the pod even as you remove your arm. He chances a glance at you, marveling in how your tongue sticks out as you pump his pink cock. Your hand can't entirely fit around it and yet it feels better than any time he stroked himself on the road to the thought of you. His cock is covered in precum and he wishes it was both yours and his making it shiny and glistening but for now it'll do. He can survive and bury his face in your little kitty and bury his cock in later. He leans back, head looking up at the night sky, trying to keep himself from coming too soon at the feel of your hand and how your face looks as you pleasure him.

There's a noise that signals they're almost done fixing the ferris wheel that hits Elvis's ears over the slick and squelching sounds of your hand pumping his cock and he moves to grab your wrist, forcing you to stop. "We're gonna start moving soon. Gotta—"

As if you don't want to hear the words he's saying you cut him off with a kiss and start to move your hand and wrist and thumb in such a way that has him clawing at the metal, your skirt, his pants, anything to try and steady himself before you lean over and whisper. "Let go."

Despite his best efforts a shout leaves his mouth as he comes, the intensity hitting him not unlike a lightning bolt. His breath comes in pants, quick and uncontrolled as he looks down to see your hand covered in his cum and the seat with some of it as well. He supposes he should be thankful it didn't get onto his pants. He starts to offer a handkerchief he has in his pocket to clean you off before he realizes you're licking your hand clean. Words fail him in that moment as he just stares.

You shrug even as he can see the embarrassment at being caught clear on your face. "I— i missed how it tasted."

"You can taste him all night long tonight." He murmurs, the words tumbling out before he even thinks to say anything else. His mouth is open to say more when you both feel the ride start to move once more. Elvis wastes no time in buttoning up his slacks and making sure you're both put back together as if nothing had happened by the time you're back on the ground.

The pair of you don't waste a single moment exiting the pod, ignoring Scotty's question about what that shout was up there to try and find some place private enough for Elvis to stick his head under your skirt. You settle for a private spot next to a tent no one goes into in the dark. As Elvis sinks down to his knees he winks at you. "Missed how she tasted too. One more ride after this? Or do I need to take you home?"

"Depends," you look down at Elvis and card your hands through his hair. "Depends on if we're still achin' after all this."

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[elsewhereuniversity]

Pardon me, Archivist, but do you know where that hand-made booklet got shelved? I've entirely too many things to be worried about, all of which will go much more smoothly if I stop worrying and simply let them happen, and this seems like exactly the sort of linguistic challenge that'll thoroughly distract me. In exchange for at least a general idea of where to start looking, I can offer you a glass fishbowl containing a trio of origami koi. Don't worry, they're not alive, just pretending to be.

You'd have to as the librarians! The Library has a habit of reshuffling its contents as it sees fit, so once a book has been returned to the shelves only they can tell you where it might be. If it's ended up somewhere very far afield or perilous to reach, they may send a Page with you, as a guide for the journey.

#the library

[liveforjeongin]

How To Cheer Your Jeongin Up (2/7)

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

requested by: no one

warnings: a bit of angst (? at the beginning, soft tickling, raspberries

Read 'How To Cheer Your Chan Up (1/7)' (the previous part) here in case you haven't yet!

taglist: @itzsana-kiddingmenow @channieissocute125

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It was late night, past midnight, everyone was already sleeping in maknaes+Lino dorm, except Felix, who hadn't been able to fall asleep.

He woke up to drink some water, thinking that might help him a bit. On his way back to his room, he heard some noises, as if someone was... Sobbing?

Turned out the noises came from Jeongin's room, something that concerned the sunshine boy, since it wasn't much common to see their maknae crying. Forgetting completely about sleeping, he entered the youngest's room in silence, not wanting to scare him.

"Innie... Are you alright?" asked once he approached enough for the younger to listen to his whispers, since he didn't want to wake up Seungmin and Minho too.

Jeongin quickly whiped his tears away, doing his best to pretend he wasn't crying "Oh, hi, hyung. What are you doing here so late?" tried to avoid the situation, even though he knew Lix already saw everything, which made the older's heart break.

"Innie... Come on now. It's me, you know you can trust me, don't you? I won't judge you for anything, I promise you" Lix sat on Innie's bed, next to him.

Jeongin knew that, that's why he let himself cry on his hyung's lap.

"Hey, hey, it's okay... What happened to our baby bread that has you like this?" Felix started to stroke his dongsaeng's hair, knowing he'd probably move away and complain he doesn't like skinship.

But instead, Innie just leaned into the touch, he felt so vulnerable already that he didn't even care, it felt really nice... How come he kept rejecting it?

"I'm sorry, hyung..." the maknae got to say through all his crying.

No need to say, Felix got heartbroken at the youngest's words "What do you mean, Innie? You're sorry for what?" asked, worrying even more.

"I... Know Channie hyung always tells us to... Not read those hate comments people do... Cuz he doesn't want us to get affected, cuz he says nothing of that is true... But I couldn't stop myself, hyung... I read them. I read a lot of them..." in that moment, Jeongin was feeling overwhelmed at his own mind reminding him of all those comments... All the horrible things netizens said about him...

Felix froze.

He knows how it is to read that stuff, cuz even when they all promised Chan not to, Felix keeps reading them almost every night. So he just hugged Jeongin, he hugged him and he told him things he would've like to hear every single night while reading those comments.

"What they say it's not true"

"They don't know you, they have no right to judge you"

"You're very talented, why do you doubt about that?"

"They're jealous of you, that's it"

"I'm here for you, I'll always be"

They continued hugging for what felt like eternity. Neither of them wanted to pull away. Until an idea came to Lix's mind.

"Innie, could I do something to make you feel better?"

The maknae, who had already stopped crying some minutes ago, tilted his head a little "What's that?"

Yongbok went back to stroke baby bread's hair "I know you hate being tickled... But I really think that'll cheer you up... Could I tickle you? I promise I'll be gentle, I'll be the gentlest in the whole world, I promise"

Jeongin was ready to say "no" since the first sentence, but thinking about it... That could actually help "Okay... Fine. I'll let you tickle me, BUT you have to promise 3 things before"

The freckled boy was visibly excited, so he just nodded with his head and waited for the youngest to give him the conditions.

"Number one, you have to promise you'll be EXTREMELY gentle. Number two, you'll stop immediately after I say so. And number three, you can't tell anyone I agreeded to this... And I'm serious with this one, hyung" Jeongin looked really serious as he gave the conditions. Felix knew he wasn't joking with them.

After agreeding to the conditions, Lix got ready to tickle his youngest.

He decided to start off a bad spot, the younger's belly. He gently caressed him there, provoking the cutest soft giggles he'd ever heard from Jeongin.

Soon enough, decided to start for real, scribbling all over Innie's belly and sides, now with both hands.

Jeongin's giggling grew louder, but hopefully, not enough to wake 2min up "Hyuhuhuhuhung, that's bahahad!"

Lix smirked "Oh, I know it is, but I bet is helping, isn't it?" teased, now placing one of his hands on one side of Jeongin's neck, not doing anything yet.

The simple fact of having his hyung's hand placed on his weakest spot was enough to make Jeongin beg "No! No no nohohoho, hyung! Please, plehehehehease! Not there, don't do anyhyhyhything on there!"

Lix felt like listening to the maknae this time, so instead, he went to caress his ears, not surprisingly making him ticklish.

At this point, the baby of the group was a blushy, giggly, squirmy mess on his sunshine hyung's arms. All the bad comments simply disappeared from his mind, he felt... Happy. That's why he didn't stop his hyung when, once again, placed his hand on his neck, just accepting his fate.

Seeing the youngest was kind of agreeing with the idea of having his neck tickled, Felix went on.

Jeongin was getting gentle tickles on his ribs and neck now, normally, he'd be giggling pretty loud, but this time, he couldn't allow himself to do that, so his best solution was covering his face with a pillow, that, surprisingly, did cushion the loud giggles from him.

They stayed like this for some minutes more, they were both enjoying it, even though Jeongin will never accept that.

Lix knew the youngest would say "stop" at any moment now, so he decided to do one more thing now that he had the opportunity, and blew a raspberry on the youngest's sensitive neck, causing Innie to let out a scream, since he didn't expect that and it tickled a lot, being honest.

He moved away as fast as he could, getting to scape Lix's raspberry. Hopefully, the pillow cushioned the scream really well, so it was safe to say neither Seungmin nor Minho heard it.

"Okahahahay, hyung, that's enough! Stohohohohop now!" the maknae said. He did scape the raspberries, but Felix kept on gently tickling his ribs and sides.

Just like he promised, Lix stopped as soon as Innie said so, and gave him some rubs to ease the ghost tickles "How you feeling now? Better?" the sunshine boy asked, actually worried his plan might've failed.

But instead, he received an unexpected hug from the maknae "Thank you, hyung..." Innie whispered.

Bokkie's heart melted, automatically hugging him back "I'm happy I got to help you"

After some seconds hugging, they both pulled away, Felix was ready to go back to his room, but his arm got suddenly grabbed by the youngest.

"Hyung... Could you... Sleep with me tonight?" the maknae asked shyly, and Felix obviously couldn't resist so much cuteness.

They ended up cuddled in bed. Jeongin's head resting on his hyung's chest, they both felt so comfortable and happy, knowing they could always trust each other.

And with that warm thought in mind, and cuddled with his hyung in bed, Innie fell asleep, forgetting completely about those comments.

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I think I'm not so good writing soft tickling😭

Which is pretty sad cuz that's actually like My favorite type of tickling💔

But I'll get better at it, I promise

I hope you guys liked this, soon I'll be back with requested fics, I promise

#skz tickle #kpop tickle #stray kids tickle #tickle #tickle content #ahhie's blog

[randoimago]

Could i ask for s/o doing the old "can you this for me?" and its their hand, cute thing?

With Mollymauk, essek (c2), Grog and percy (c1)? Thank you 😊

"Can you this for me?" // Holding Hands

Fandom: Critical Role, Campaign 2 and Campaign 1

Characters: Grog Strongjaw, Percival Longassname De Rolo, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Essek Hotboi

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: Here you go!!

Grog

Is still confused when you put your hand in his. Are you stuck? Did that magic glue cause this? What is he supposed to do?

You'd have to explain the joke to him. That'll cause him to realize and then laugh and play it off like he knew what you were doing the whole time.

Of course you wanted to hold his hand, why wouldn't you? His hands are very big and very warm. It'd be warmer to give him a hug instead, but he'll take hand holding.

Would not let go of your hand either. You asked him to hold it and so he will. He'll hold your hand all day if he can, just walking with you wherever you needed to go.

Percy

Gives you an unimpressed look as you hold his hand. Yes he understood what had happened.

Percy just scoffs and rolls his eyes. That joke was dumb, you know if you want affection you can just ask.

If you're lucky, he might give the back of your hand a kiss before going back to what he was doing.

Might pretend like he’s doing the same back to you at some point, only to put some of his tinker’s tools in your hand and telling you to make yourself useful if you’re going to play around in his workshop. He thinks he’s funny.

Essek

Just absentmindedly holds his non dominant hand out while he's still working. Doesn't even look at you since he's still in the middle of reading something. It probably takes him a moment to even realize you're holding his hand.

He's confused as he looks up at you to see a cheeky expression on your face. Essek is still confused before realization sets it and he lets out a small, "ah".

His face turns a darker purple from being flustered but he still holds your hand as he works. Would offer to pull a chair over for you so you can at least sit with him if you're going to be holding hands.

It does make work a tad more difficult since he doesn't want to stop holding hands. If it gets to be too much of a hassle then he'll just take a break and enjoy being in your presence instead.

Molly

You don't even finish the question and he clues into what you're doing. Just gives you a smirk and happily holds his hand out to hold yours. Might give you a little tug so you're standing closer to him.

Also would give a kiss to the back of your hand, but he's making eye contact the whole time and there's a smirk on his face.

He knows what he's doing and if he sees even a hint of you being flustered by his actions then he will be relentless.

Now and then he might give your hands a squeeze, mostly if he's doing something else. It's to let you know that he knows you're there and he'd much rather be enjoying you than doing whatever other nonsense he's stuck with.

#critical role x reader #essek thelyss x reader #essek x reader #mollymauk x reader #mollymauk tealeaf x reader #percy x reader #percy de rolo x reader #grog strongjaw x reader #grog x reader #anon ask

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Snowed In

Masterlist

A/N: Alright, don't know why I had this idea or why every last one of my ideas has to grow into 5k words, but have some Mike!

Pairing: Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: You were going to spend the weekend at your dad's cabin in the woods with your boyfriend, but he bails on you and leaves you - quite literally - out in the cold. Good thing your best friend's brother shows up...

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, SMUT, MINORS DNI. First time p-in-v sex, oral (m receiving), Mike being an idiot. Some uncomfortable, awkward mentions of teen feelings. Y'know.

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @keanureevesisbae @fvckinghenrycavill @ellethespaceunicorn @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren

You’d stolen the keys to the cabin years ago, and you were fairly sure your dad had no idea you owned copies, because if he did, you’d have been grounded for that - possibly until your fortieth birthday.

Your best friend is covering for you, there is a bag of snacks and other necessities on the seat next to you, and you are facing the prospect of a romantic weekend with your boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

A breakup text after you’ve spent three hours waiting anxiously for him to arrive? Yeah, that'll do it. Now, you’re sitting on the couch in the small cabin, freezing because you can’t start a fire, and crying because you were dumped through a text on the night you were finally going to give it up. Honestly, you’re glad he broke it off before you were able to make that mistake.

Tears are hot on your cold cheeks, and you grab another blanket, but it doesn’t help. Getting dumped and freezing to death seems like a very harsh punishment for sneaking out, really, but it’s slowly becoming a viable threat.

When someone sticks a key in the lock of the door, you almost faint. No one is supposed to be here this weekend. Your dad is out of town on business, your mom doesn’t come here alone... A murderer probably wouldn’t have the keys. Right? On a whim, you turn off the lights and hide behind the couch right before the door swings open.

“Huh? Thought I saw the lights on?” The voice is familiar, but you can’t put a finger on it. “Uncle Walt?” Oh no. No, no, no. There’s only one person in the world who calls your dad that, and it’s Mikey.

Mike Salvatore – the brother of Bianca Salvatore, who just so happens to be your best friend – has been a pain in your ass for as long as you can remember. His dad is a friend of your dad’s, which meant you and Bianca grew up together, and you got to deal with her annoying older brother for free. How fun.

Mike steps inside and turns the lights on.  “I can see someone’s in here, I’d really like to know who it is.”

“It’s, eh...” You crawl out from behind the couch. “Me. Hi. What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same damn thing. At least I got the keys from your dad.” He sounds upset, and although you can’t quite figure out why, you assume it must have something to do with the fact that you’re in the way of him having a quiet night here by himself. If he didn’t have the same idea as you, that is.

“Oh, I’m just here, freshly dumped on what should have been an awesome weekend with my boyfriend. Never fucking mind me, Mike.” There’s no pretending, no holding back tears, no nothing. Because it doesn’t matter. You’ve been caught, Mike is definitely going to snitch on you. You’re sad and single, you’re freezing and you’re going to be so, so dead.

“I’ll just go.” You try to squeeze past him, but he stops you.

“It’s dark out. I wouldn’t let you drive home even if it was an option.” He sounds so serious...

“What do you mean ‘if it was an option’?” Why isn’t it an option now?

“Sorry, Sweetcheeks, we’re snowed in...” Snowed in? Snowed in? Never in a million years... You stare at Mike, and it takes a while before you realize that your mouth is open. “... so even if it wasn’t dark, and you weren’t upset, we’d still be stuck here.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” you cry out, and more tears stream down your face.

“Is there any reason these tears are practically freezing to your cheeks? Are you trying to kill yourself? Because I’m not on board with that, just so you know.” Mike tries to play it off as a joke, but you can see the concern in his eyes.

“Couldn’t start a fire,” you say. For the first time, you realize your teeth are chattering.

“Alright, let’s get that settled first, or else both of us are going to die of hypothermia.” He walks over to the fireplace and laughs when he sees your latest failed attempt at lighting it. “Damn, Sweetcheeks, it’s a good thing I showed up.”

He takes a pocket knife out of his bag and shaves a bunch of thin slivers off the block of wood you had laying in the ashes.

“Grab that basket, would you?” The basket he’s referring to is filled with sticks. “Come here, sit down.”

“Why am I sitting here? I should just stay out of your way.”

“Babygirl, you would have frozen to death if I hadn’t gotten here. You’re learning how to make a fire. Now.” Alright, that does sound like a useful survival skill, now more than ever. And so does ‘breathing normally’, but you can’t seem to remember how to do that, either. Your heart is racing, and you’re past the point of chalking that up to the cold, because it wasn’t nearly as bad before Mikey got here…

“How did you learn?” You ask mostly to distract yourself from your racing pulse and dry mouth. Mikey wasn’t exactly the boy scout type. He was just the annoying older brother type, nothing more, nothing less.

Nothing more. Nothing less. Right?

“I’m a man.” You fight back the urge to snort. That’s a major overstatement. After all, you’re talking about Mikey. Immature, goofy, stupid, dumb, cute– wait, what? “But before I grew up, I was a boy, and they like to set stuff on fire. So, their dads teach them how to do that without burning the house down, and the world is a better place because of it.”

“You never grew up, Mikey, you only got taller.” And somewhere around the time you turned fifteen, he magically got hotter. But that’s not relevant right now, even though it’s fairly hard to ignore now that he’s so close to you.

“Yeah, I have to annoy my baby sister and her cute little friend somehow, right?” Did Mike just call you ‘cute’? You decide not to dwell on it, and instead pay attention to what he has to say. “Alright, fire needs three things: fuel, oxygen, heat. If one of those is not accounted for…” He makes a general gesture at the fireless fireplace.

A few minutes of his slightly condescending explanation later, Mike has actually managed to get a nice fire going. He fills up the kettle with water after ordering you to stay put. You don’t complain; it’s still cold as balls.

“Can I get in on this blanket situation you have going on?” he asks as he sits down next to you. “You kinda took all of them, and I’m gonna get cold, too.” You carefully peel off one blanket-layer and hand it to him.

The tea is hot, the blankets are soft, and the small room is slowly getting warmer. It gets to a point where you slowly unwrap yourself from your carefully constructed cocoon.

“Don’t,” Mike says, “your lips are still blue.” You can only assume he wraps his arms around you without thinking, because… Well, because Mike does most things without thinking, for starters, and because he wouldn’t have done it if he was thinking clearly. Probably.

“Mike, what the hell were you planning on doing here?” you ask. You’re ashamed to think that if you can hear how hoarse your voice is when you say it, Mike can definitely hear, too. And then there’s the thing about not really wanting to find out the answer.

“Eh… There was this chick. She, eh… She bailed on me, but I was halfway here and didn’t feel like turning around.” Is there something in his voice that sounds like he’s lying? Or are your ears deceiving you? Either way… It hurts like a bitch. Which makes no sense because Mike is obnoxious, annoying, gross, and immature.

“Sorry I’m the sucky little stand-in,” you say sarcastically. What you didn’t expect was Mike putting his hands on your cheeks.

“Sucky little stand-in, my ass,” he says, “and get me the name of this guy.”

“You know him,” you say. Mike’s been playing soccer with the guy since they were freshmen in high school.

“Ryan. And you were going to sleep with him.” It’s definitely not a question, but you’re not entirely sure what else it’s supposed to be. The tone in Mike’s voice suggests it’s almost an accusation. “Yeah, don’t say anything, that face is all I need. Fuck, I’m so glad he didn’t show up, baby girl.” His hands fall away from your face, and he wraps you up in a massive hug.

The rest of the night is marshmallows, popcorn, snacks, and games. You never spend time alone with Mikey, it’s weird at first, but you get used to it quickly. Mike is easy to talk to, when he’s not being the annoying older brother. Time goes by fast, and it’s getting kind of late. At some point, you realize that neither of you have really thought about sleeping arrangements.

“You take the bed, I’ll take the couch,” Mike says resolutely, but it doesn’t sit right with you.

“No, it’s okay! I’m a less terrible fit for that couch,” you reply, “you can take the bed.” Mike thinks about that for a second. It’s not a big couch, you’re going to have to curl up enough as is, and Mikey is definitely taller than you. Then he makes a suggestion that makes your heart skip a beat.

“It’s a double bed,” he says, “we could just…” The living room is toasty warm due to the fire, that’s why your cheeks feel hot. Because of the fire. Maybe if you tell yourself that enough times, you will start to believe it.

After some more back and forth on the subject of who deserves to sleep where, you end up in bed together. Mike is clearly more relaxed about the whole thing than you are; you’ve maneuvered yourself as closely to the edge of the bed as possible.

“Would you relax?” Mike chuckles behind you. “We’ve known each other for, what? Fifteen years?” Yeah, that sounds about right.

“But you’re Bianca’s stupid older brother,” you say – out loud, what is wrong with you?

“Yeah, I am,” he admits, “which is exactly why you don’t have to be so… uptight, right now.” Is that his way of saying nothing is going to happen? And why does that sting so bad, for crying out loud? You turn around, so you’re facing him, and if it weren’t for Mike’s incredible reflexes, you’d have fallen out of bed.

“Thanks,” you mutter. “Can I ask you something?” It’s a stupid question; you can always ask Mike anything, you always could.

“Why are you so glad Ryan bailed on me?” Mike laughs when he hears your question, and sighs. As far as Mike is concerned, Ryan isn’t the right guy for you. He’s too much of a player.

“Takes one to know one, right?” you throw back at him.

“Yeah. Well... I don’t have a double-digit body count, he does.” Mike growls. “There’s… some… overlap. Y’know, between the girls he… and the ones I… The… reviews aren’t good, okay. And… And I just don’t want him near you.” The way he’s shy, talking about this all of a sudden, it’s so cute it melts your brain. Thinking Straight? We don’t know her.

“So, what? You’re saying you’d be a better option?” That stupid, stupid, big fucking mouth of yours… You never should have come here. You never should have agreed to sleep in the same bed. All of this could have been avoided if only you’d used your dumb brain. Apparently, Mike disagrees, because he moves closer, pulling you in as he does, until you’re flush against his body.

“I’m saying great white shark would be a better option,” he whispers. He’s so close now that you can feel his breath on your cheeks.

“I feel you’re a step up from a great white,” you mutter, “maybe even more than one.” Where is this coming from? Are you flirting with him? You’re comparing him to a shark. That can’t be flirting – or at the very m it’s incredibly poor flirting. But he’s the one who brought up the shark thing. Maybe neither of you are very good at this?

Mike laughs and mutters a ‘thank you’.

“Turn around, Sweetcheeks,” he says softly, and you hum a sort of question that he seems to understand. “Let me snug up to you, keep you warm tonight, okay?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Mikey,” you whisper, shifting uncomfortably. When Mike wrapped you into that hug, you didn’t notice his hand: It’s dangerously close to your ass. Strong fingers flex against you, digging into you, making you shiver. Your own arm, which has been pushing against his shoulder up until now, slides to his back, and you lean your head against his chest.

For a few minutes, you just rake your fingers over his back while he does the same to you, pulling each other closer as you go. It’s tough to ignore the erection pressing into your thigh, so you don’t bother. It’s not as if you’re doing anything wrong. Besides, you can still stop this. As long as you don’t turn your face to his, nothing more has to happen. Then why the fuck do you turn your head?

It’s no use trying to figure out who kissed who first, but from the moment his lips touch yours, you’re lost in him. A soft first kiss soon turns intense and demanding. Mike has a very eager tongue – you should have seen that coming – and is completely incapable of keeping his hands in decent places. All you hear are the moans that escape you both, and the sound of your blood rushing in your ears. You clench your thighs every time Mike grinds his hips into you. Should you be this wet? It’s not just from this, but from everything. The hugs by the fire. Small touches while playing games. The way his hand briefly brushed past your thigh when... God, you forgot what he was even doing when that happened, but just the thought of the way his fingers caressed your skin fuels the fire inside you.

He rolls on top of you, the weight of his body making you gasp, and you make room for him between your legs. If there was still a way back, it’s definitely gone now that his cock is pressed against your pussy. You even wrap your legs around him and pull him closer. Mike chuckles under his breath, bringing up insecurities you didn’t know you had.

“What?” You ask timidly. Mike smirks at you and leans his forehead against yours.

“You’re cute like this,” he says. There’s something gravelly in his voice that seems to vibrate throughout your body.

“Like what?” You surprise yourself with how steady your voice is.

“Horny,” Mike answers plainly. You should have expected bluntness – it’s Mikey, after all – but you didn’t, and now you have nothing else to say. He smirks at you as he lies next to you again. “Bet you’re wet as fuck, too, huh?”

“Mikey!” You slap him on the shoulder and try to turn away, but he holds you firmly in place.

“Oh no, Sweetcheeks,” he says, “you’re not going anywhere.” Hearing the need in his voice sends shivers all through your body. You squirm in his arms in desperation, your cheeks hot with embarrassment because of what he said, but there’s no part of you that even considers actually trying to get away from him. You like this coy little cat and mouse game. Mike’s hand travels down your stomach and into your pajama pants and underwear without hesitation. His eagerness startles you – so does the fact that you don’t try to stop him.

One of his fingers slips between your folds, and he smirks.

“Goddamn, Sweetcheeks,” he says before kissing your neck. You moan when the stubble on his jaw scratches your skin. Suddenly, a memory makes you laugh. Mike quirks an eyebrow as his fingers retreat slightly – you can’t blame him; this is not an appropriate time to laugh.

“I’m sorry,” you chuckle, “memories.”

“Of that time you made me cut my face while shaving?” Pff! Lucky guess! Your eyes confirm his suspicion, and he chuckles, too. “My date that night felt really bad for me, so thanks, I guess.”

“What even startled you?” He’d seen you barge into the bathroom he and Bianca shared countless times at that point, so what was different that time?

“You and Bibi had just gotten back from summer camp; I hadn’t seen you in a few months and...” His voice trails off and he doesn’t seem prepared to keep talking. No dice.

“And what?” you continue your interrogation. “What changed.”

“God, Sweetcheeks, don’t make me say it! I’m gonna sound like such a perv!” He tries to bury his head in your neck, but you push back. All of a sudden, you realize the hand he had stashed in your pants, has moved to your ass. Mike groans, because he realizes you’re really going to make him answer. “You left for camp, like... Flat. And you came back kinda, sorta... fully equipped.”

“You cut yourself shaving because you were checking out my rack?” Fucking unbelievable. No, actually, scratch that. Completely believable. You laugh when you see the monstrously guilty look on his face. Mike really looks like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“I actually cut myself because I turned my head to look away.” Oh. Well... Mike picks up on your confusion somehow. “They were nice. But also attached to my sister’s best friend.”

“And now you’re feeling me up in my dad’s cabin in the woods.”

“A dream come true,” he laughs. Does he mean it? From the looks of it... “I mean it. I’ve had a bit of a crush on you for years.”

You can’t believe your ears! Mikey has a crush on you?

“I wish I could say the same, but I thought you were fucking annoying until a few hours ago,” you say without thinking.

Mike grins ear to ear. “Right.”

“I’m serious!” You are! You really are serious! Someone can be both annoying and hot, right?

“I believe you,” he says as he pulls you closer. “I also believe you’re more than a little hot for me now.”

He’s right – obviously. Your body is on fire, heart racing, butterflies fluttering in your stomach – all because of him. His lips on your neck confirm it, his hand squeezing your ass, slowly moving back around to work its way between your legs, his breath on your ear as he softly moans when he slips two fingers into your pussy. You want to fuck him. End of story.

“Goddamn, Sweetcheeks,” he moans into your mouth, “I might lose my patience over this juicy pussy.”

“What patience?” you tease. Mike never had much to begin with, and to be perfectly honest, yours has taken a hit to the point where you’re almost begging him to take you. His fingers slip out of you and find your clit. It’s almost impossible to focus on what his hands are doing while his cock is still pushing into your thigh, but at the same time, the way those fingers move, drawing tight circles around your swollen, sensitive little pearl consumes every fiber of your body.

“Don’t tempt me, please,” Mike groans into your ear, “I wanna do this right. You finish first.” Somehow, it never occurred to you that he’s actually trying to make you come. You give his hand the slightest nudge to the side, holding your breath for the reaction that move usually gets you, but it doesn’t happen. He just takes the advice and keeps going.

From then on, practically the only words out of your mouth are ‘fuck’ and ‘oh God’ as he works you up to your climax with surprising ease. He chuckles softly, as if he’s as surprised as you are – and in all honesty: he probably is. It takes you some time to notice the way he’s grinding his hips into your side, and you turn in his arms, forcing him to pull his hand away from your oversensitive clit. Following a deep breath, your hand trails his chest and stomach until it rests on the bulge in his pyjama pants. A cocky – pun not intended – grin appears on his face when he watches you bite your lower lip. He’s big – bigger than you’re used to, anyway. With your free hand, you push the hem of his t-shirt up until he takes over and pulls it over his head. He moans when you lick and kiss his neck, but to your surprise, he stops you when you move further down.

“Have at it if you wanna,” he says shyly, “but only if you want to. I don’t... I won’t return the favor, just... So we’re clear on that.” You’re not sure whether you’re imagining things, or if the pitch of his voice climbs as you make your way down his chest and stomach, leaving a few love bites here and there, listening to Mike groan and feeling him squirm in anticipation as if he’s never had a blowjob before in his life. He sits up, giving you more room to get as comfortable as possible, and leans back against his pillow with an impatient smirk.

You can’t suppress a chuckle when you pull Mike’s pants down and his cock springs free. It’s the way it just... moves that makes you laugh. Mike fakes looking offended and then laughs too, only to stop abruptly when your tongue touches the tip of his cock.

Teasing a guy is easy. Find out what he likes from a shockingly long list of maybe three whole things, and then do that so very lightly that he wants to grab your hair and slam his dick down your throat. Or so you’ve been told. Ryan was too impatient for you to ever try it out, but Mikey seems like a very willing victim. Every time he squirms or moans, or his leg twitches when you change your approach, you laugh softly. His fingers tangled in your hair, and he gently guides you further down onto his cock. He looks down at you and smiles like an idiot.

“Fuck, Sweetcheeks! I don’t know if this is a really good blowjob, or it’s just been a while but...” He stops talking – which is probably for the best. You lose any and all interest in his dick and sit up again.

“Mike,” you try to sound stern, but he looks so mortified that you can’t help but laugh, “what the fuck?”

“In my defense,” he says awkwardly, “there was a really pretty girl sucking my cock, therefore I wasn’t thinking. Like, at all.”

You crawl up until you’re straddling his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. Mike rests his hands on your hips and squeezes you lightly as he leans in to kiss you again. His lips all but force yours apart in their enthusiasm, and he slips his tongue into your mouth as soon as he can. Somehow, it’s the boyish impatience in everything he does that makes you fall for him even harder. It’s the eager kiss, those hands that can’t seem to be still for even a second, the moans that turn into whines whenever you move your hips…

“I can’t wait anymore,” Mike pants when he breaks your kiss, “I want you.”

Part of you wants to tell him to stop, that you don’t want him, that this was a mistake – but that part of you is a liar. You’ve wanted this for years, even Bianca knows that. She never said anything about it, and you never pushed it because Mike is her brother, and you always thought it would be super weird, but you’re never getting this chance again, and if you don’t go for it, you know you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. That realization makes it all the more painful when Mike stops his exploration of your neck and chest and looks at you for a long moment – a very long moment.

“Are you sure about this?” he finally asks, and only then are you able to exhale that breath you were holding in without even noticing.

“Yes,” you say after swallowing the lump in your throat away.

“And because you’re so sure about this and ready for it,” Mike continues, “you remembered to bring protection, of course?”

Jackass. You roll your eyes at him and make sure to grind your ass against his cock extra hard when you get up to grab your bag. Normally, you couldn’t throw anything to save your life, but now, the small box of condoms hits Mike right in the… palm of his hand. Because he can actually catch things, as it turns out. Too bad, you were aiming for his face.

The room is pretty cold, and even though Mike never actually took any clothing off you, you’re freezing. All you want is to get back under the covers with him, but you can’t seem to move. Mike tosses the box onto the nightstand and throws the covers back by means of an invitation while he finishes getting naked. It takes a goofy smile and his reaching out his hand for you to finally move closer to the bed again.

“I’m nervous,” you say softly as you crawl into his arms. He squeezes you, it’s lovely. He’s not buff, but he’s stronger than he looks, and it’s very reassuring.

“So am I,” he says to your surprise. Your face must have asked the question for you, because he continues: “I want it to be good for you. Not that I normally don’t… Oh, fuck, never mind. I just want to make sure you have a nice first time.”

Mike slips his hands back underneath the fabric of your pajama shirt, only this time, he lifts it so he can pull it off you. Those hands may have wandered everywhere, but his eyes haven’t, and it makes you insecure until you see the look on his face. The hasty, sloppy kisses to your neck and shoulders are almost a form of keeping decorum, a way to pretend he doesn’t want to go straight for your chest, but he still makes it there within seconds. When he explored the rest of your body, his focus was fleeting – exactly what you were used to from him, because that’s exactly what he always does with everything. Now, however, he shows a level of commitment and dedication you’ve never seen in him. His lips wrap around one of your nipples, and you shriek when he sucks softly. The feeling itself is amazing, but the sounds that Mike lets out are even better. There’s absolutely no doubt in your mind that he loves what he’s seeing – although, at the moment, you doubt he’s seeing much to begin with, because his head is buried against your chest.

“Mikey!” you hiss when he gently bites down on your nipple. That finally gets him to let go of your breasts and kiss you again.

“Sorry,” he says when he breaks away again, “you have awesome boobs.”

As he kisses you again, he pushes your pants down your legs. Despite the nerves that still gnaw on your insides a little, you help him. For a while, it’s relatively easy to calm those pesky jitters down a little, until Mike reaches for the box on the nightstand.

“Are you sure about this?” Mike asks as he positions himself between your legs after putting a condom on. The tip of his cock pushes at your entrance in the most teasing way. When you nod, Mike kisses you softly before he pushes into you. He goes slow, and he’s really gentle, but you still wince.

“Whoa!” Mike stops moving as soon as he hears you hiss softly while your face scrunches up from the pain. “Relax, okay? Take a deep breath.” You do as he tells you, breath catching in your throat as he slides into your core further – this time it feels amazing, and you can’t stop yourself from moaning loudly. Mike chuckles when he hears you.

“Good?” His voice is strained, as if he’s having trouble behaving – and knowing him, he does. You nod again, unable to speak, overwhelmed by the new sensations in your body. When Mike moves his hips, you gasp. His movements are slow and shallow at first, but once he realizes you can take him, they become deeper, faster and more enthusiastic.

“Oh my god, Mikey!” you squeal when he hits a good spot inside you. Your fingers find their way into his curls, and you pull him down to kiss him.

“Feels so good,” you mumble against his lips. Mike’s lips pull into a grin, you can feel it.

“Fuck,” he hisses. His hips slow, but he doesn’t stop. Still, it makes you sad, because – and you can’t believe you’re actually having this thought – you want him to pound you.

“Don’t stop,” you whine, and you give Mike a pouting look.

“Hey, this is hard work!” Mike says quasi-offended. You both laugh – it feels strange, with him still inside you. When you stop, he looks at you in earnest. “Besides, I don't want this to be over yet.” He continues his slow tempo for a while, as he keeps kissing your neck, your chest, circling your nipples with his tongue, rolling the sensitive little buds between his fingers, making you squirm in every possible way until you’re almost begging him to fuck you hard again.

Suddenly, Mike lowers his head until his lips are right next to your ear. “Ready?” he whispers, but he doesn’t wait for an answer. His grip on your hip tightens, and his other hand crosses your back to grab your shoulder. Mike holds you tight as he slams his hips into you, leaving you breathless. He’s rough, not to the point where it hurts, but definitely approaching that edge. It feels amazing. You wrap your legs around his waist and close your eyes as your head falls back. A few harsh thrusts make you shriek. Mike hides his groaning in your neck before collapsing on top of you.

You whine when he pulls out, your walls suddenly clenching around nothing again. It’s a strange sensation after what you just experienced. Empty. Lonely. It gets even worse when Mike gets up.

“I’ll be right back.” Somehow, it’s not very reassuring. You curl up under the covers, fighting back tears. How could you sleep with your best friend’s stupid brother? Bianca will never forgive you…

“Whoa! Are you alright, Sweetcheeks?” Mike crawls into the bed behind you and wraps his arms around you.

“Bianca is going to kill me,” you say. Mike laughs, which annoys you. A lot. “Mikey, it’s not funny! She’s my best friend and you’re her brother!”

“Sweetcheeks,” Mike says, “we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, okay? Just come here, let’s go to sleep.” He pulls you into his arms, and for a moment – one that happens to last until the next morning – everything is perfect.

You wake up to twelve missed calls from Bianca and several text messages, the last of which reads ‘I know – I hope… – you’re busy licking my brother but call me back, maybe?’

#henry cavill characters #mike hellraiser fic #hellraiser mike #mike (hellraiser) #mike hellraiser #mike hellraiser fanfiction #mike hellraiser x reader

[hy0ung]

SeongHwa: Things he’s attracted to

[ #repost ]

Strong personality: and no, it's not the type in which the person is rude to others and puts the blame on the "strong personality". But a person who has their own ideals, own beliefs, and who does not change that to adapt to some social or related environment, will be attractive to him. A person who doesn't let themselves be taken by the ideas of others.

Simplicity and authenticity: this is something that I discussed with some friends and that when I saw the cards, it really proved true. Simple and authentic people attract his attention. Being an idol, he is often placed on a pedestal and this creates a barrier from him to people. Sometimes he wants to be treated equally, and people who act with simplicity towards him and others, without that thing of idolizing the person for being famous, or for being rich, either for this or that, draws his attention. Authentic people, who don't pretend to be what they aren’t to please someone (he) will surely have his eyes. He’s looking for people, not characters. Still about simplicity, people who enjoy simple things, who don't need fancy things to be happy, simple gestures like "I remember you" messages or quality time... that'll make him fall in love for sure

Independency: one person had already told me that, but it was also reinforced in the cards. A person who doesn't depend on anyone for anything, who knows how to be alone and who does not wait for the enchanted prince. You know those princesses who save themselves? That kind of person, who doesn't expect anyone to do anything for them, who knows how to handle themselves. But it is contradictory to the side of him who wants to care and protect lol. But I believe he will find a balance.

Self-evaluation: a person who knows their value and potential. A person who does not submit to less than deserves, who doesn't stay where does not belong. "Does this job not value me? Okay, I'll find another one." "This person doesn't think I'm worth it? Okay, I am enough for myself and I'm better alone" "why am I gonna give myself the time of hanging out with these people if they don't have respect for me? I don't want that." That kind of person, who respects themselves and their limits.

Humility and respect: it's self-explanatory. In an industry with so many people and futile situations, it is no surprise that humble people have priority. In fact, I feel that this particular topic would be a decisive factor for Seonghwa. A humble person, who knows how to respect others, regardless of money, social status and everything else. A person who respects and treats everyone equally, with kindness.

Adaptability: Seonghwa has a busy life and many obligations. A person who doesn't know how to adapt to that would be a mess. For example, a person who fights with him because of a fan service he did. That would be something that would keep him away. But someone who understands his obligations and respects it… But not only adaptability in question to understand his routine, but for example, a person who knows how to adapt to life situations. Obviously the person is not obliged to accept everything with a smile, but someone who thinks "oh sadly it happened. What can I do now?" Instead of lamenting, it will be attractive to him, mainly because he tends to be pessimistic and oberthinks too much about situations, past things, and keep that inside him to the point of suffocating. But a person who thinks that way, will encourage him to improve that in him, even if unconsciously, and he will enjoy it.

Depth: a person who doesn't just talk about superficial things, but someone with whom he can talk about feelings in a deep way, philosophies of life, morality and ideals, someone who has a deep conversation, who really generates a connection, ours, that will win his heart.

Honesty: a person who is mostly transparent about feelings, and what thinks. A person without games, who won't pretend to like something or someone. I felt that especially when it comes to him, he'll like the person saying what he thinks and feels.

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[blackjackkent]

So... I was already going to write something about Hector and Karlach, and Hector being forcibly reminded that Karlach would rather die free than go back to Avernus and live, and Karlach laughing it off in the dryad's vision, and Hector feeling like shit about it.

And then this happened when I went back to camp:

"Ngh. Soldier... my engine. It hurts... I think this might be it. Soon. Thing's burning hotter than I knew it could."

"But look - we've just about made it to the city. That'll do me. Let's go protect it. Whatever happens after that is between me and the so-called gods."

"You don't think we'll find you a cure?"

"With this heat going, I can't spare the energy to think. I just want to enjoy whatever's left of this life of mine. Anyway, it could be worse. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. With who I'm meant to be with. How many people can say that?"

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She laughs again, grins and shakes it off, and suddenly he can't take it anymore.

"Damn it, no!" he snaps. "Stop that! Stop laughing about it, as if it doesn't matter!"

She blinks, draws back a little, startled. Hector very rarely loses his temper; the last time she saw it was in the House of Healing against Malus's terrible cruelty. Not here, not in camp, where they're safe and they're together. "Soldier--"

"Don't 'Soldier' me." Hector's jaw works and then he looks away from her abruptly, staring down at the ground. "This isn't funny, Karlach. It isn't a joke. You heard what Dammon said. If we don't find a cure, you'll die."

Karlach's smile fades. "You think I don't know what death means, Hec?" she says more sharply. "I've seen way more of it than you have. I know what Dammon said, and I also know what I said. I'm not going back, not ever. Not even to save my life."

"I know. Believe me, I heard every word when you told me." Hector's lips draw into a tight line. "I'm not talking about that."

She hesitates, puzzled. "What are you talking about, then?"

"How am I supposed to feel, when you look at me, and say you're about to die, and laugh?" He looks up at her, his eyes burning with frustration and pain. "Do you expect me to laugh too? Do you expect me to pretend like it makes no difference?"

She frowns. "No, I--"

"Because I can't," he continues hoarsely. "I can't laugh. I can't shake it off the way you can. I..." He pauses, rubs a hand down his face, desperately trying to regain his habitual control, but it feels completely lost to him right now.

"I will never, not once, tell you what decision you need to make. This is your choice. Your life. I wouldn't take that away from you." He shakes his head. "I respect you too much for that. It's your body and your soul, your free will and your choice. But I need you to respect me too, enough to believe that what you choose affects me too."

He feels his voice crack, and dashes his hand in frustration and shame against his eyes, feeling dampness in them. "I love you," he whispers, clenching his fists at his side in the struggle for control. "I love you, Karlach... so much, so deeply... I didn't know feelings like this existed in the world until I met you. I was taught to be self-reliant, to need no one's reassurance, to keep my heart wrapped up in books and faith and dust, but then I found you, and there's no going back to that. I'm lost in you." He hesitates. "As... as I hope you're lost in me."

He can see her expression twisting with emotion but he doesn't give her time to speak. It's all coming out now, everything he usually doesn't have the words - or the bravery - to articulate. "I'm not trying to change your mind. I've learned so much from you, from everything we've experienced out here - and one of the things I've learned is that there are things more important than living or dying. That there are things worth dying for. If this is yours... I won't stand in the way."

He swallows. "But I need you to understand that... I don't know what I will do without you. And when you laugh, when you act as if it doesn't matter that you will be gone... it tears my heart out."

Silence. He's run out of words and stares at the ground in front of her feet, his shoulders tight with the effort of keeping his voice steady.

When she finally answers, her voice is softer. "Dammit, I'm... I'm sorry, Hec. I really am. This, how I am..." She gestures vaguely at her own chest. "In Avernus, it was the only way to stay sane. You had to laugh about it all, or you'd go mental." She snorts bitterly. "I told you, that's the only reason I hung around with Flo. She was a bastard, just a complete motherfucker... but she made me laugh. And I couldn't make it otherwise. It would've crushed me."

She pauses for a moment and then goes on. "I don't want to die, Hec. I really don't. I never had the chance to live like this, loving someone, loving you, and doing good work, and feeling like I mean something. And I don't want to hurt you. Gods... that's the last thing I want."

She reaches out cautiously, takes his hand. He draws a sharp breath, although his shoulders instinctively relax, feeling the familiar pulse of her heat against his skin.

"I love you too, Hec," she says quietly. "You're not the only one who never thought life could feel like this."

He lets the held-in breath out shakily and grips her hand like a lifeline in a storm. "I'm scared, Karlach," he admits in a whisper. "I don't know if I can do this alone."

"You won't be alone." She smiles slightly. "We've got a pretty good group going here, now. And you're way stronger than you think. I've seen it." She hesitates. "Proud of you, y'know."

He closes his eyes and swallows desperately against the lump in his throat. "Thank you," he says softly. A pause. "I'm proud of you too, you know," he adds after a little while. "For standing by what's important to you. I want you to know that, no matter what else happens."

Her fingers tighten around his fiercely. "And I won't laugh about it, not anymore," she adds with a slight nod. "Didn't think about how it sounded to you. I won't make that mistake again."

He nods, musters a slight smile as he looks up at her. "Thank you. That's all I ask."

She steps forward, wraps her arms around him tightly, and he sags forward into her, burying his face into her neck. It's a great irony, he reflects, that the same heat which is going to kill her makes him feel so warm and comfortable in her arms.

His eyes squeeze shut against her and he lets out a single gasped breath, almost a sob. But only the one. Then he has control again, and all he does is lean into her and hold on as if his grip might somehow prevent her from ever slipping away from him.

And though he will not say it aloud, inwardly he prays for some miracle, some way out of the darkness that sits in his future when she is gone. Because he truly does not know how he will bear it.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #drabble #long post #bg3 drabble #karlach x tav #karlach/tav #karlach bg3 #karlach cliffgate #karlach #oops i made myself sad :( #i am trying really hard not to spoil myself on her act 3 questline #but the temptation to look it up and see if there's any chance for a happy ending here is very strong #:( poor hec is trying so hard to do the right thing #and it hurts so bad

[vigilvntes]

How would Bruce and Adrian each react to realizing they've fallen in love with someone?

warnings: i probably used bad language in here somewhere it's me what did we expect, a little teensy weensy bit of spice / adult content whoops again it's me what did we expect. just crumbs of it though

this is gonna be LONG AND MESSY i have a lot of thoughts because i've been gone for a while okay and im nervous to post this because i really mean it when i say it's been a WHILE anyway let's fucking gooooo

Adrian:

I feel like Adrian is very easily infatuated, and it doesn't take a lot for him to lust after someone. so i think he'd have a hard time drawing a line between when the surface level infatuation ends and when the falling in love begins. he likes the way you make him feel (although at first he's convinced he's on his way to an early grave when his heart skips a beat at just the thought of you). the warmth that spreads across his body whenever you touch him and the butterflies in his stomach when you smile at him when he attempts a card trick he taught himself from a youtube video at 3am ("is this your card?" "uh. no..." "....can we pretend it's your card?" "i lied. that's my card" "fuck yeah"). he likes the fuzzy feeling he gets when you so much as brush your fingers against his. he thinks about you a lot, all the little things about you that he adores. he thinks about you in the morning, at work, on the drive home, when he's patrolling the streets at night.

i think the only time he doesn't think about you is when he's out on a mission. he's focused. driven. he's probably the best fighter they have, and a great strategist. when he's out in the field, his mind is trained on one thing only: finishing the mission and caving skulls. until it isn't. until your face flashes across his mind and his shot almost misses the target and fumbles the whole thing. oops. emilia chastises him, asks him what the hell is going on inside that head of yours? and peacemaker just sits back with a smug smirk on his lips and proudly announces to everyone that adrian chase is in love (because of course he told peacemaker everything about you after he invited himself back to chris' trailer for a beer after a night of patrolling and shooting appliances)

adrian will deny it to the ends of the earth in front of the team, and he'll deny it to himself, really (because love is for LOSERS, as chris once told him after a particularly brutal breakup). but the more he thinks about it in the weeks following, the more it starts to make sense. before, he could push you out of his mind before a mission. he felt guilty, but it was just for one night. now, he can't last an hour without mentioning your name. he cant even go five minutes without thinking about you and your face. it's not just infatuation. it's not just your face and your smile and the way you laugh at all his dumb jokes or soothe him after every minor inconvenience that leaves him in a sour mood. it's love.

once he accepts that he's in love with you, he gets GIDDY. he wants to tell you and everyone that'll listen that he loves you in every waking moment. but he holds back, because he's sure there's an etiquette to it. that he has to wait for the "right time", or whatever. he'll want to be around you at all times. touching you, kissing you, hugging you, making you laugh, fucking you into the mattress until your brain is mush and the only word you can speak is his name. it'll physically pain him when he has to leave your side for a few days for a mission, or even for a few hours when he has to drag himself out of your bed and go to work. how rude of his responsibilities to even exist when he's in love.

i'm in two minds as to how he'd tell you he loves you. one part of me thinks it would happen during a really inconvenient moment. like when you're on the phone to your wifi company. or when you're just about to leave for work. or after he cums on your face bye. whatever the scenario it would leave you spluttering. the other part of me thinks you'd wake up to him banging on your door at 3am, sweaty and out of breath because he ran all the way to your apartment just to tell you that he loves you because he couldn't sleep and it was killing him that you didn't know yet. you receive noise complaints from your neighbours but you don't care because your boyfriend is in love with you and you're in love with him. so they can, in adrian's words, "shove a knife up their ass"

Bruce:

one word: avoidant. bruce makes a point out of not allowing himself to grow close to anyone, because everyone leaves or gets viciously ripped away from him in the most brutal way eventually. alfred is the only person who bruce considers to be close to him. until you came along! he's honestly not sure how he allowed you to get close enough for him to fall in love with you. but somehow, with your gentle touches and soothing words and bright smile even when he's at his most miserable, you've wormed your way into his heart and he can't stand it.

he can ignore the fuzzy feeling in his chest. that's easy enough for him to brush off, because he can just leave the tower. he can put on the suit and forget about you and the warmth you radiate while he patrols the streets of gotham, right? wrong! it starts with him taking a few more hits than usual from the punks he's fighting down a back alley because he found himself thinking about how nice it'll be when he gets back to the tower and crawls into bed with you (he probably wont sleep, but he likes to listen to your gentle snores and watch the way your chest rises and falls). then, he's getting jumped by some bastard he beat up a few weeks ago and his unsavoury friends because as he's walking the streets he can't stop thinking about the fact that you'd kissed his lips, forehead, cheeks, nose — everywhere, before he left for the night. in a way he resents you for it. being batman is the one thing he's good at, and you're ruining it. he cant concentrate on being what gotham needs if all he can concentrate on is, well, you.

he'll grow distant, and it'll probably happen quite quickly. you'll be left completely in the dark as to why he's rejecting you whenever you ask him to eat dinner with you upstairs. or why he brushes you off when you sleepily tug on the sleeve of his sweater and ask him to come to bed because he looks too tired and you're worried about him. whenever he does slip into bed next to you he'll genuinely consider sending a short and curt breakup text to you from the phone he bought specifically to text you. he'll spend more time patrolling or in the batcave, leaving you sad and alone and wondering what the fuck you did to warrant this.

bruce comes to his senses eventually after a stern talking to from alfred about how miserable you've been lately and how much you care for him and how it's okay for bruce to allow himself feel and care and love someone. it's probably then that bruce realises that alfred's right, and that he's in love with you. alfred wouldn't need to tell him twice that he needs to apologise for his behaviour. he hates the idea that he's hurt you and honestly he doesn't want to endure another stern lecture from alfred.

i think it'd take him a while to admit it to you. admitting it and accepting it himself was hard enough. he learns to adapt, to regulate his thoughts when he's out patrolling the streets. he learns to stop resenting you because you've been nothing but good to him and fuck, he loves you, and that's not a crime, is it? instead, he thinks of you as motivation. once he's finished his nightly duties for the good of gotham he can go home to you. i think he'd say it to you after a particularly rough night spent helping out commissioner gordon. he'll slip into bed next to you, pull you close and bury his nose into the crook of your neck. he thinks you're asleep, but you're not because you know that familiar dip in the bed all too well, and the creaky floorboard he steps on every single night followed by a series of quiet curses. it's barely above a whisper when he tells you he loves you, but you hear it loud and clear. he falls asleep peacefully (for once), and you fall asleep with a fuzzy heart and a soft smile on your lips. when you wake up, he's gone. but you know where to find him, so you pull the blankets around your shoulders and head down to his batcave. you find him sat at a desk, analysing the footage from the night before. he pushes the chair back to accommodate you, as he always does, and you plop yourself down in his lap. you lean your head against his shoulder and for a while the two of you sit in a comfortable silence as he works. until you press a soft kiss against his neck and tell him that you love him too. he stiffens at the sudden admission, but soon relaxes. you love him too, and it's not scary or wrong or unpleasant. it's nice.

#adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #peacemaker #bruce wayne x reader #vigilante #the batman #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x you #adrian chase x you #batman x reader #vigilante x reader #the batman 2022 #batman #battinson #adrian chase headcanons #bruce wayne headcanons #adrian chase x y/n #bruce wayne x y/n #in the words of the great taylor swift: it's me! hi! #everyone be quiet liz is speaking