#tbh I haven’t watched the show in I don’t even know how long. I was just watching a crime drama show and I had these in my drafts so

[missluthorwillseeyounow]

What do you do when someone you love is a psychopath and a serial killer? How do you pick up your life and move on from it?

If you're Lionel Luthor, you don't. Your son betrays you and the legacy you built for him, and so your heart betrays you too. You sit at your desk with those damn pills your quack of a doctor prescribed and one too many drinks. You feel a warning twinge on your arm before excruciating pain, red and angry, blooms in your chest, and you never see the morning. 

The only good thing about this is that you never see your son go to trial for killing 47 people over a span of 6 years. People whisper that you are one of Lex Luthor’s victims.

If you’re Lillian Luthor, you don’t either. You clean the damned mess these Luthor men left you. You take over the company that your husband had the gall to leave you, just as he left you with your only daughter. You clean up the tatters of your family’s reputation and legacy that your son left behind. 

In the eyes of the world, you move on. You rise, finally able to flex the muscles so long held back by your husband and the rest of the world's expectations. And you bring Luthor Corp with you. 

The millstone of the trials and scandal hang heavy on your neck, but all your life you have taught yourself to walk gracefully among lesser beings with your back straight and your head held high, just as you did as a young girl with textbooks on your head. This is no different.

But once a month, you make a pilgrimage to Stryker’s Island. To Lex. To the son you loved the best way you knew how, the only way you knew how - with a firm grip and the relentless, uncompromising push to achieve excellence, the intractable determination to make him grow into his fullest potential. That this potential was realized in murder, malice and manipulation was not your intent, but the world is far too quick and vindictive in their judgement because he is a Luthor. The mightiest always fall the farthest, and those beneath them wait hungrily for the chance to pull them down.

Your daughter leaves you too. The daughter who emerged, not from your body, but from your husband's infidelity. The same one who once looked up at you with eyes full of innocent trust that you vowed you would reciprocate in the best way you knew how. And so you did your best to prepare her, to mold her in your own image - into what a Luthor woman should be in this cruel, savage world that both worships and hates Luthors. 

You’ve seen what the world does to Luthors who do or say the smallest wrong thing and you never want her to suffer those whispers and so you tell her yourself. Better she hears it from family than the mouths and forked tongues of strangers.

But she is too hard-headed and too soft-hearted to comply. She rejects your bequest, the ungrateful girl, and tries to escape the Lena Luthor you tried so hard to cultivate all these years. 

As if you don't know. As if you could forget that it was her who brought this down upon all of you. Her, and that detestable Clark Kent. 

And if you are Lena Luthor, you cannot move on. You cannot escape it. No matter how far you stray from your family. No matter how many reparations you make, no matter how hard you strive to separate yourself from the curse it brings -- it always finds you.

It finds you in the dark hours when you’re by yourself without the touch of another woman or the burn of alcohol to distract you - and suddenly you’re a scared little girl again, walking into an ominous house made of grim oak, unforgiving marble and dark shadows. And the only warmth you receive is not from a largely absent and formidable father nor from a condescending and controlling mother, but from a charismatic and mercurial brother who taught you how to play chess and promised you the world.

But it turns out his shadow was the darkest of all, and you didn't see until it was too late.

How could you not see it?

You were just a girl at that time, Agent J'onzz once tried to comfort you with that fact. Back when Lex was arrested.

Just a schoolgirl home for the holidays -- shoes polished as bright as the naivete in your eyes, uniform pressed to Lillian's exact standards, picture perfect but always with just one tiny detail you forgot that was enough to attract notice and invite criticism. This time it was the glasses sitting slightly crooked on your face. 

You were more concerned with weathering the scorching disapproval just long enough until you got back to boarding school that you failed to notice Lex's distance. You failed to recognize the signs. You failed to decode his lies.

You failed.

By the time you got back to boarding school, he would have killed 2 more people.

By the time you caught on, he'd already killed 31. Those lives are all on you, because you were so absorbed by yourself, you didn't see what was happening under your nose. And those 3 agents Lex killed because he refused to come quietly? The judge and jury he poisoned at the trial? That's on you too.

Forty-seven lives taken. Forty seven more than there should have been if you hadn't been so blind. 

If only you hadn't been comforted by the gentle hand holding yours under the table throughout Lillian's litanies of your shortcomings everytime you were home from school. If only you hadn't fallen for the "adventures" he had tricked you into that always ended with you in disgrace or punished, like that time you stole Lionel's prized pen from the King of Jordan, just for him. 

If only you hadn't believed the fairy-tale dream of the two of you escaping to the snow-covered mountain peak, of finally being free of the Luthors’ oppressive presence.

And now he's serving 20 consecutive life sentences, and you've devoted your life to studying and stopping people like him.

Now you have 10 years of experience as a profiler and an undercover operative for both the Interpol and the FBI. Your work has taken you from Toran, to Kaznia, to Corto Maltese, to Metropolis, and now to National City.

You have seen the worst humanity has to offer, from terrorists to human traffickers to serial killers. But you keep looking into the abyss.

Because you looked into it once, you stared it in the face, and you didn't recognize it for what it was. 

_________

Or, a Supercorp Criminal Minds AU

There's actually 3 major plots in this, and they all intersect in varying ways

The first is Lex as a serial killer

The second is about Sam and Reign

The third is the most vague one, which includes Lena’s birth mother and Leviathan

It starts (as the intro says) with Lex being a serial killer who killed 47 people. In one version of this story, Clark is a reporter who, like Lena,  made the connection between Lex and the murders. One night after dinner  with the Luthors, Clark sneaks into Lex’s study to find evidence he can use for his story. 

He’s rummaging in a desk when he hears a voice from the doorway.

“You  won’t find anything there.” Clark whips around to find Lena standing  there, silhouetted against the light coming from the hall. He tenses,  thinking she’s about to tell her brother what Clark was doing. 

“If  Lex really is behind these murders, and I know you think he is, you  won’t find anything there. He’s not foolish enough to hide evidence  here." 

Clark doesn’t say anything, he just stares at her.  Lena pauses, looking away. "I… I didn’t want to believe it. Not Lex… He  wouldn’t…” Steel injects itself into her green gaze. “But the more time I  spend with him, the more clearly I see the truth. You see it too, don’t  you?" 

Clark straightens up and nods gravely. “Yes.”

The FBI eventually becomes involved in the investigation, and the team includes a certain agent on the fast track to becoming the unit chief, J’onn J’onzz.

J’onn meets Lena only briefly, but he’s struck by the young girl’s keen intelligence and remarkable calm. (Eventually, he becomes the one who suggests that Lena consider a career in profiling and criminal psychology).

Fast forward a couple of decades later, Lena is working with the BAU. The other members of the team here are J'onn, Alex, James, Brainy and Winn. Lena is a transfer from Interpol, and she's had years of experience in profiling, suspect and victim identification, as well as infiltration, under her belt (I also hc that she worked briefly with the CIA and the MI6, mostly in intel, profiling and undercover work).

For the sake of her anonymity (and also because it was necessary for her undercover work), she's erased all connections to Lex and the Luthors (including old photographs and newspaper articles until the name Lena Luthor is but a footnote in the Luthor history with nothing to tie her to who she is now). She's also changed her last name. (I'm torn because I just don't know if I can use the name Walsh for Lena, it doesn't sound.. right? Idk So for now, she's Agent Kieran).

Lena is very professional, almost intimidating. She’s revered by the younger agents in the Bureau, well-respected by her colleagues and highly praised by her superiors. But she's very guarded and keeps everyone at arm's length, doesn't go out for after-work drinks with the others, practically sleeps with one eye open — years of working undercover and living with a serial killer will do that to you.

Until a certain promising young recruit comes along.

Kara is new in town — the adopted sister of Alex Danvers, the cousin of one of J'onn's old friends (I don't think teaming family members up is actually allowed in the FBI, so some suspension of disbelief is required here). Lena is assigned to oversee her training and transition into the team herself.

Kara's sunny demeanor couldn't clash more with Lena's icy, professional facade. Lena approaches the task with thinly-veiled impatience and something remarkably close to disdain.

However, Kara quickly proves to be more than a perky attitude and a pretty smile. She squirms at blood, which Lena is quick to exploit at first (What FBI profiler can't stand the sight of a corpse? "We profile serial killers here, not celebrities in high-waisted jeans.").

But Kara displays true empathy to the victims and their families, she's sensitive to other people's emotions and knows just what to say to get a reluctant victim or witness talking. She's extremely dedicated to catching the unsubs, and relentless in her investigation. Not to mention, she's extremely handy to have around in a crisis.

Lena finds this last part out when they're on a case, trying to find a missing girl.

The team is headed to the unsub's apartment, but on a hunch, Lena heads to an abandoned warehouse near the apartment, with only Kara as backup. They enter the warehouse, and just as they're clearing the rooms and checking for the missing girl, the unsub attacks Lena and manages to pin her to the ground, choking her. Kara gets there just in time to shoot the unsub in the leg, saving Lena's life.

Later that evening, Kara and the rest of the team go to the bar to celebrate. Lena is absent, as usual.

Just as Kara is getting another round of drinks at the bar, a low, smoky voice interrupts her. "Didn't profile you as a drinker, Danvers.”

Kara squeaks, nearly dropping the drinks, and turns to see Lena smirking behind her. “I wonder what other surprises you're hiding behind those glasses and cardigans."

"Agent Kieran! I didn’t expect to see you here— No, these aren't all for me, I— " Lena's face softens at Kara's babbling, and she takes a few of the shot glasses from Kara's hands.

"You know, I have a rule..." A wry smile lifts one corner of her lipsticked mouth. "Anyone who saves my life gets to call me Lena."

Kara blushes profusely at the other woman’s arched eyebrow. "Well then, if I'm calling you Lena..."

Lena smirks. "Kara it is, then."

For the first time — much to the gaping surprise of the rest of the team she's worked with for years — Lena joins them for a post-case drink.

To everyone's — and no one's — surprise, the pair quickly become the best of friends.

Two days into their friendship, Lena starts jokingly calling Kara Supergirl. Three weeks later, they start grabbing lunch together. Three months in, Kara sends Lena a video of herself petting a St. Bernard on the street only to be bowled over in a mass of furry paws and puppy licks — and the cadets Lena is training are even more bowled over to hear the "Ice Queen" laugh. Of course, they're later treated with a scorching glare and a sharp reprimand, but it's a revelation just to discover that she's actually physically capable of laughing.

By six months, the whole department is in a secret "will they or won't they" betting pool. A year in, and every other department has stakes in the pool (Alex publicly condemns the pool, but secretly bets a hundred bucks that "they will" by winter).

One time while they're eating lunch together, Kara tells Lena why she became a profiler when her career was in journalism.

"It just felt... too late. I'd be covering these stories about these terrible things, people who were already victims, and I thought... it's too late... Don't get me wrong, I loved being a reporter. Journalism was a way to bring truth out there, to give voices to these victims, but.... I wanted - needed - to do something more. I wanted to stop these things from happening. To keep these people from becoming victims."

But despite their growing closeness, Lena has yet to tell Kara about Lex, or about her life before the BAU.

She doesn't tell Kara about the woman she'd loved once, who hates her now because of the lies Lena told her. She doesn't tell her about Reign. She doesn’t tell Kara about the sweet young girl living far, far away, who plays soccer and loves to sing and read. The little girl Lena loves from afar, but knows only through secret updates from James, because it's for her own good.

Because that sweet little girl that Lena hasn't seen since she was a baby deserves to live a life that's whole and good — away from those who love her, but could hurt her. Whether she's thinking about Sam or herself, Lena doesn't know.

There are too many secrets, Lena decides, as she shoves them all one by one into their little boxes, clamping the lid securely shut. Kara is too good to be tainted by any of them.

Kara, who gets squeamish at the sight of blood, but resolutely hunts each killer like an avenging angel. Kara, who somehow, somehow still believes in the good in people.

And when she realizes that there is very little of that to be found in Lena Kieran or Lena Luthor, Kara will hate her as much as Lena hates herself.

But then the day comes when Lena receives a package in the mail.

She reaches in and pulls out two things: one, a chess piece — the white knight — and the other, a surveillance photo of Kara and Lena having lunch together.

On the back of the photograph are three cryptic little words that fill her with dread: “See you soon, sis.”

Panic overrides logic and years of training, and Lena stashes the package and its cursed contents into her safe. Heart racing, she calls the warden at Strykers. It takes several favors, but she manages to procure video footage confirming that her brother is still incarcerated. Despite the visual confirmation, she doesn’t sleep a wink that night, nor the night after.

Everything is quiet after that, so quiet that Lena is almost lulled, if not into a sense of complacency, then at least a state of less vigilance. Everyone needs a breather, a reprieve from paranoia at some point, and that is exactly what Lex is counting on.

A string of seemingly-unrelated murders heralds Lex's return, luring the BAU — and Lena — closer and closer. Lena knows she should leave, and leave soon. The closer the team gets to figuring out it's Lex, the more danger they're in — not just Kara, but the rest of the team that Lena has now come to care for.

But Kara, being Kara, holds onto Lena and keeps her from leaving.

Kara knows her too well now. She knows that something is wrong. She pushes without pushing, in that earnest yet respectful way, relentless in her concern for the people she cares about, yet still mindful and considerate in her efforts. It's one of the things Lena loves about her.

And then, after coming home from a case one night — Kara is shot by an intruder in her apartment.

The whole team is thrown into chaos trying to find Kara’s assailant. They all agree that the attack cannot be random, but there’s a frustrating lack of evidence anywhere.

But Lena knows.

The lack of clues is a glaring clue in and of itself. She knows this is Lex’s handiwork. Her brother’s way of getting back at her for “telling on him”, just like he used to when they were children. Except the stakes are infinitely higher this time, and he has gone too far.

And Lena — who should've known — didn't prevent it. She was too selfish, too greedy, wanting more time — more time with Kara, more time with her team, her family — and now this is the result.

Lena knows that Lex will go after everything and everyone she loves, because he wants to hurt her. Luthors are not raised on half-measures. Win the game, or burn the board. He will not stop, Lena knows this. Not until either of them is dead.

While half the team is waiting at Kara’s bedside, and the other half is delving into Kara’s case — two people are noticeably missing.

Alex can’t bear to see her sister looking so weak and vulnerable in that hospital bed.

Instead, she goes to Kara's apartment to clean her sister’s blood off the wall before Kara gets home from the hospital.

She's just getting a bucket full of soapy water when she hears movement at the door. Alert, Alex already has her gun out and trained at the door.

When the door opens, all Alex sees is a flash of black hair and wide green eyes before she gets a gun aimed at her too.

"Lena?? What the fuck?! What are you doing here??"

Alex puts her gun down slowly, her heart still hammering. Lena cautiously does the same, her hands held out to her sides.

Alex gestures at the door "How did you—?"

"Kara gave me the key three months ago." Lena's eyes haven't lost their wary edge, but she has the decency to look a bit abashed. "She said I could come over anytime."

"Yeah, but Kara's still in the hospital. What are you doing here?"

"I know that," Lena slants her a light glare as she looks around Kara's apartment. "I just — I wanted to make sure the place is secure, and... well... I didn't want Kara to come home to that."

She gestures at the blood-spattered wall, but looks away quickly. As if she, like Alex, can't bear to stand the sight of Kara's blood.

It's funny. They're both seasoned agents, they deal with horrific things on an almost daily basis. The sight of blood rarely fazes either of them anymore. Except this is Kara's blood.

It seems impossible that Lena could get any paler, but here she is, as white as a ghost and looking just as sick as Alex feels. And yet, she's still here. Out of everyone in Kara's circle of friends and family, only Alex and Lena are here, performing a task that somehow seems more terrible than anything either of them have encountered.

It's in this moment that it begins to dawn on Alex just how special Lena is. How special she may still become.

Alex bends down and drags the bucket of soapy water to the wall. She doesn't look at Lena, and instead focuses on the wall and swallows down bile at the sight of her sister's blood. Over her shoulder, she mutters "Grab a sponge."

"That's not gonna be enough. We, um—" Lena clears her throat and chokes out. "— need bleach."

Alex nods curtly. "Under the kitchen sink."

Lena gets the bleach, and the two of them silently begin scrubbing Kara's blood off her walls, and that's that. Once they're done, Alex gets a couple of beers that Kara keeps especially for Alex in her fridge and offers one to Lena.

Then Alex gives her a mild version of a shovel talk lol

And then, two days before Kara is released from the hospital, the news breaks. Lex Luthor, convicted serial killer, has escaped from prison.

All eyes are focused on the BAU screen, except J’onn’s. He turns to his left. Lena Kieran watches the television without batting an eye.

Lena waits only until after Kara has come back home, to make sure that she's safe, that Alex is staying with her for now.

Looking at the blonde tucked into blankets on the couch, soft and vulnerable, Lena can't bring herself to say goodbye, so instead, she just leans over to kiss Kara on the forehead and says good night.

Then without a word, without even packing a bag, Lena Luthor leaves National City to lure her brother out of the shadows.

Lena makes her exit just as the team is on the cusp of finding out that Lena Kieran is Lena Luthor.

She leaves her apartment intact, knowing that Kara and the rest of the team will eventually search it. She sticks the surveillance photo of her and Kara on the bedroom mirror and writes on the glass in red lipstick: "I'm sorry. I promise I'll make this right."

J'onn is the only one who knows the truth of who Lena really is, and in the end, he's the one who tells them.

With Lena gone, it's clear to J'onn that she's about to do something monumentally stupid, like sacrifice herself for the team. He gathers everyone, and tells them the truth.

The group is gathered around the conference table, staring at pictures of young Lena on the screen.

Tiny Lena, not even 5 years old, just after she was adopted by the Luthors, her wide green eyes sad and confused, her little hands clutching a worn, well-loved teddy bear.

Six year old Lena and a teenaged Lex Luthor standing together in front of Lena's new school. The little girl in her neat uniform, holding onto the older boy's hand, looking at her big brother with an adoring smile.

Fifteen year old Lena on summer vacation, and a now-adult Lex, the young girl perched on the hood of a restored vintage car with Lex's hand on her shoulder. Lena is thinner, more gaunt, and her smile less bright, but Lex is different. He's grinning at the camera, looking every inch the charismatic billionaire playboy. You would never know from Lex Luthor's easy smile that he had already been killing for 5 years at this point.

Finally, the last Luthor family portrait, taken the year Lex was arrested. They're a beautiful family, there's no denying that. Each person in the photograph is regal and proud — but in each set face, there's a private war being waged. Lena looks far older than her sixteen years. Her face shows no emotion in each cut line, but her eyes betray all: a somber intensity that's impossible to look away from. Lex is the exact opposite. His smile is charming and draws the viewer's gaze, but his eyes are cold and dead. Within 8 months, Lex would be in prison, Lionel would be dead, Lillian would be running the company, and Lena would no longer be a Luthor.

Kara feels... she doesn't know how she feels.

There's anger, shock, confusion and... hurt. A lot of hurt, a heavy ball of it resting on the base of her spine, mixed with the ache of a longing she doesn't understand, something broken that only confuses her more. So she decides to settle on the anger.

Yes, anger is good. It gives her a sense of purpose and clarity, and it doesn't threaten to make her curl up into a tiny ball. She's angry that her best friend — one of the most important people in her life, second only to Alex — has been hiding all of this from her for years. She's angry that Lena, who has taught her so many things — not just about being a profiler, but about life and love and friendship — didn't trust her enough to tell her about any of this.

Anger is good, because it keeps the tears stinging the back of her eyes from falling, because... because Kara's always thought she knows Lena better than anyone. Had believed that out of everyone, Lena had trusted her, Kara Danvers, enough to get to know her. But now, it seems she doesn't really know Lena at all.

The screen flickers.

Everyone blinks up at the screen in confusion as it begins to glitch. Suddenly, the photos of Lena disappear from the monitors. It’s replaced by what looks like a grainy video feed. Kara turns to J’onn, who shakes his head, frowning. This was not his doing.

“What the hell?” Alex frowns up at the monitor and nudges Winn, who immediately squints into his computer screen. “Who’s doing that?”

“I have no idea...” Winn mutters. “Gimme a second...”

It looks like feed from a surveillance video, except it’s showing what looks like a cabin. Even from the pixelated image, it looks well-decorated, expensive, like something from a country home magazine. Outside the far window, Kara can see a view of snow-capped mountains. Outlined in the middle is a dark shadow of a man.

“They live soft, luxurious lives, don’t they? Your so-called friends. Oblivious, unencumbered by knowledge, and so pathetically... mortal. Fragile.” A smooth baritone voice cuts through the static, and Kara’s blood chills. That voice is familiar. “You and I, we have been trained in the hard school of danger and war. Haven’t we, sister mine?”

Another figure steps out of the shadows and into view, and Kara gasps. Even in the grainy image, Lena’s smile is sharp and icy. “Comparing yourself to Alexander the Great now, are you? But then again, you always were trying too hard, Lex.”

I don't know exactly how happens, I haven't figured it out yet, but Lena confronts Lex with the intention of killing him, except she's the one who's "killed".

And Lex, being the sadistic ass that he is, had the whole thing captured on a hidden camera and it's being broadcast on every BAU monitor, for Lena's family to see.

The whole team watches Lena "die".

But Lena had a failsafe. She told someone of her location, maybe Andrea or Jack or Jess idk, and had them standby to help her in case something happened.

The whole time Lex streams their confrontation, Kara is frantic. The table suffers under her fury, splintering with the force of her desperate grip.

Every time they get nowhere trying to track Lena and Lex, Kara punches the walls, and Alex has to hold her sister back, afraid of how Kara is losing control.

When the feed broadcasts Lena's death, it seems almost unremarkable. One second, Lena is standing, the next she's on the floor, lifeless and unmoving.

A deadly silence grips the BAU conference room. No one is moving, not even breathing. It's as if when Lena dropped dead on the feed, so did they. They wait. And wait.. and wait.

Lena doesn't move.

On the screen, Lex checks his sister's vitals and satisfied, steps over his sister's body and out of sight. The camera blacks out.

They all stare dumbly at the screen for a long moment, afraid to move, as if moving from their frozen spots would make it true.

It's Alex who stirs first. She jumps into action, frantic, ordering Winn to get the feed back, but it's impossible. The room erupts in a blaze of action, but Kara... Kara's the only one left staring at the screen, frozen in shock and disbelief, as if she can't believe it's real.

It’s not. It’s not.

In the interim between Lena's death and the reveal that she’s alive, Kara spends every waking moment hunting down Lex or secretly looking into Leviathan (which she also uncovers when she digs deeper into Lena’s life before the Luthors and learns more about Lena’s mother).

Kara goes down so deep into the rabbit hole, that Alex is genuinely afraid for her sister. She almost prays that they don't find Lex Luthor. Not because she doesn't want that man brought to justice, but because she's afraid of what Kara can and will do once she sees him.

Kara hasn't mentioned Lena's name in months. But then again, most of their team hasn't.

In the months since Lena’s death, two new members have been brought int the BAU team, William Dey and Nia Nal.

William and Nia know very little about Lena from the team itself, because her name is hardly mentioned. Nia only knows Lena through her reputation, and through what Alex and the other agents outside of their team have told her. 

Alex is the only one in the team who says Lena's name because she hates that everyone tiptoes around it.

Lena was their friend. Her friend, and it's not right that everyone flinches at her name, that they can't look at the plaque of her on the memorial wall. She knows how hard it is to look at Lena's picture there, just as hard as it was to look at Kara's blood on the walls.

But Alex is not gonna be the one to look away. Lena didn't look away when they cleaned Kara's blood off the walls, and Alex will not look away from her either. She's gonna hunt Lex Luthor down like the animal that he is and make him pay for taking Lena from their family.

But Alex is getting worried about Kara.

Her sister doesn’t sleep anymore. Barely eats. Kara doesn't stop — she pores over old files of Lex's murders, goes over the old profile, possible places he might be. Alex is worried about her fixation with Lex. It's not healthy. Kara's grief — or her refusal to grieve — is gonna drive her to the ground.

So she confronts Kara about it.

They're in the BAU conference room when Alex finally speaks up, but Kara meets her gaze head on. With one hand, she points to the empty seat Lena used to favor, right across Kara's. "Lena's chair, Alex. What do you see when you look at it?... Nothing, right? We've left it empty all this time. No one can bear to sit it in. Tell me, what do you see, right now?"

Alex glances over at the chair, then back at her sister "Kara..."

"Tell me what you see, Alex."

Alex sighs. "Nothing."

"Exactly. Nothing." Kara nods, her eyes hard. "Do you wanna know what I see? I see her, Alex. I see Lena sitting across from me, just as clearly as I can see you now.”

Alex swallows at the intensity burning in her sister’s eyes.

“I see her everywhere, Alex. All the time. I see her smile, her eyes, and I—" Kara's voice cuts off with a sob. The agony in her eyes is almost too much for Alex to take. It takes a long moment before Kara can speak again.

"I can't stop, Alex. Whenever I stop and I look at her, I — I know she's - she's gone, but she looks so alive, and I— I know the only way I can get any kind of peace about it is knowing that Lex Luthor has been wiped off the face of the earth."

A frisson of fear shivers down Alex's spine. "Killing Lex won't bring Lena back, Kara."

"I know that, Alex." Kara's eyes are dark as flint. "Believe me. I know."

Sometime after Lena’s “death”, the BAU receives an unannounced visitor.

Lillian Luthor strides into the BAU bullpen, tall and imperial in her furs, her icy glare making everyone it lands on feel small and insignificant.

She strides past the bullpen, past Kara, and comes face to face with J’onn. Her cold blue eyes render everyone in the room silent. She scoffs her hatred into his face.

 "Taking my son away from me wasn't enough for you people, was it? You had to take my daughter away from me too. I warned her. I warned her this would be her undoing, and I was right. And now she's dead." 

They end up having to work with Lillian to find Lex, because as Lillian says "It takes a Luthor to find a Luthor." [And there's gonna be an interrogation lol. I just have this vague idea of Lillian talking about Lex and Lena.]

"The truth is, I lost Lena long before now.” Kara suspects that this is the closest anyone has come to hearing regret in Lillian Luthor’s voice.

“I was.... harsh on her, in a way I never was with Lex. Lex always had a sharp edge to him, but Lena — Lena was too soft, too vulnerable. A Luthor cannot be soft. Not when the world is watching, waiting for you to make the smallest mistake."

It’s not enough. It’s nowhere near enough. Kara slams her hands on the table, unable to believe the nerve of this woman. J'onn grips her arm in warning, but Kara ignores him, snarling at Lillian, her anger plain on her face. "You abused her! You made her feel unworthy of love, unable to trust anyone—"

Lillian lifts her chin. "I made sure my daughter could face a world that's hungry for Luthor blood. I made her a Luthor."

"She was just a little girl when she came to you!" Kara shouts, her fury growing by the second. "A little girl whose mother just died, who was looking for love, and instead she found you. She trusted you—"

Lillian's voice rises, a flash of heat scorching the cool, detached dignified tones. "I made her strong!" 

"She didn't need to be strong!" Kara yells, surging up to her feet, her face inches away from Lillian. J'onn grabs her shoulder, restraining, but Kara presses forward. "She needed someone to love her! And you answered that with nothing but condescension and neglect! The only one in your family who made her feel loved was a psychopath who betrayed her!"

Lillian is struck silent, her eyes wide and her face strained as she stares at Kara. Kara meets the older woman's eyes, staring her down without the fear that a younger Lena must have shown Lillian all those years ago.

Kara wishes she could've been there to hold that young Lena in her arms, wishes she could've taken her away from the family that broke her.

"The Luthor name didn't deserve Lena. You never deserved her."

#supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #supergirl #katie mcgrath #melissa benoist #me trying to write #I guess it could also fit with any crime drama not just CM #tbh I haven’t watched the show in I don’t even know how long. I was just watching a crime drama show and I had these in my drafts so #enjoy I guess? or not there’s a truck full of angst in this thing #p.s. this is like my FAVORITE characterization of Lillian. i tried my best 👉👈 please be kind #this is version 2.0 of my Criminal Minds AU cos i had to rework that one. and honestly i think this one is better #more fully realized i guess? idk it's 2am #sorry for the long post 😅

[prans-micellar-water]

to knowis to be loved and to be known is to b eloved. I want transgender friends who will know me and love me in a way that cis people usually do not

#getting floored by transgendered feelings tonight. I went full femme last night in a way that I haven’t in a long time and it really made #it clear that what I enjoy about looking feminine is the ATTENTION. PEOPLE PAY SO MUCH GODDAMN ATTENTION TO PRETTY WOMEN #I will fully admit that I love getting positive attention for my looks irl. Like I’m not really pretty unless I #put a lot of effort into makeup and clothes so getting compliments on my clothes/appearance is like crack cocaine #which is not healthy. I don’t WANT to care about what I look like #but tbh one of the reasons I enjoyed cosplaying so much is that I got all that attentiob without the requisite feminity. Hahaha hhhhhhh #Last night as I was putting myself together for the charity dinner I felt like I was dressing up a doll. FULL out-of-body barbie vibes #I’m so disconnected from feminine feelings right now. But at the same time I had so much fun being pretty and getting compliments #idk. I don’t even know how to feel. I’m so goddamned tired of all this #if I could beam a perfect understanding of gender fluidity into the brains of everyone I meet I would have come out YEARS ago #I just don’t want to be alienated any more than I already am from the people around me #living in the us south means suffering alone in transness I guess. #I don’t want to be the first genderfluid/nonbinary person EVERYONE has ever met. I don’r want to have to justify my existence #but this cannot go on. but I’m afraid of T. I don’t want to go bald 😭 #and I still want to wear dresses from time to time #maybe the solution is becoming a lolita lifestyler. dress myself up as a doll every day for the fucking compliments #leave no room for dissatisfaction with feminity. FUCK #I NEED A GENDER THERAPIST WORSE THAN ANYTHING #BUT IT’S THE SOUTH AND THE NEAREST ONE TO ME IS OVER AN HOUR AWAY #AND she’s out of network. FUCK #anyway I watched an episode of the new f*llout show and it was pretty good 😊 #AND I’m playing st*rdew valley again on the new update and the update IS SO FUN #<-lil media update to lighten up this post. #this post was typed up not from a place of despair but from a place filled with the same emotions that a dog chasingits owntail experiences #I’m doing well enough mentally that I can deal with my transgender feelings again yknow. maslows heirarchy of needs with m #with transgender feelings at the top #weekend whining

[fookinfandoms]

Angel of the Morning | Tangerine 

pairing: tangerine x female reader

plot: Part Two to All in a Days Work! 

Not edited, I’ll do it later.  

warnings: language, mentions of blood, violence, they’re assassins idk what you expect tbh, Smut! Unprotected* P in V, dirty talk, rough seggs.

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 The bar was lowly lit, the occasional drunk pondering around the place like it was heaven. It smelt of an old wood and spilt alcohol, the occasional stickiness of the countertop making your drink look less appetising. A dingy place like this meant no cameras, no security and no angry men with guns. 

It was nice. 

You were still in France, having left Paris for a smaller and less populated area. Your payment was successfully in your account with next to no issues, and a plane ticket back home had been booked with your name on it. So why were you even here? 

You knew why, and you knew he had tracked you down. He wasn’t as clever as he thought. He was alone, that you knew for a fact. It was unusual for the fruity twins to be separated, which is why you weren’t in the least bit worried. If he wanted to, he could’ve sniped you from the building across the road, hell, he could’ve paid a drunk to slip something in your drink.

But he didn’t. 

Instead he had pinged your phone to your exact location. He had styled his hair a little differently, and he even tucked his shirt in a little tighter than usual.

Tangerine was nervous. 

Your smirk into your drink as a familiar body took to the seat next to yours, his hand raising to order a scotch and another beer. He stood out like sore thumb, his accent sounding stronger as he gives a thumbs up to the bartender. 

“Been waiting long darling?” He gives you a quick glance, his eyebrow quirked with his usual cockiness. 

You turn your head, taking in the assassins appearance as he slides the new beer to in front of you. He gets comfortable on the stool, his arms resting on the counter as he faces you.

Holding up your current bottle, you shake it a little, showing there was only a few sips taken. “Not long at all.”

“S’good then, how’s my intel?” He chuckles at his own joke, watching as you take a look around at the dimly lit building for any listening ears. You lean forward, your eyes narrowing with a humorous glint.

“How’s the head? You retort, your hand raising to flick at his forehead. He winces at the feeling, knowing he had no way at hiding the bruise that currently resided on his skin. 

“You can ask me that later,” Tangerine quipped, noticing the way your eyebrow raised at the innuendo. “Don’t you worry.”

“Later huh?” You elbow at him gently. “And here I thought you were going to take me into a back alley and put one in the back of my head.” 

“Haven’t decided against it yet,” It was clear he was joking at the way his lips curved into a small smile. “Besides, whose to say Lemon isn’t waitin’ around the corner with a frying pan right now.” 

“Because Lemon is currently sitting in room fourteen of hotel étoile, and he’s just ordered room service,” It was your turn to smile at his shocked expression, and Tangerine didn’t know what to think. How easy were they to track? How did you know about the room service. “What? You think I’m the only one here who can be traced? Please.” 

He sits there with his mouth slightly open, wondering if he should contact his brother and rearrange his stay. But as you begin to chuckle next to him, Tangerine knew that you weren’t a threat, nor did you have any hits out on the two of them.

He exhales loudly, his head quirking to the side as he takes a sip of his scotch. Tangerine had read your file, of course you would’ve done your research before staying put in such an open location. You had the whole situation under control before he had even stepped foot in the bar. 

Clever. 

“Why didn’t you go home?” The Englishman chooses to change the subject much to your enjoyment, and you shrug at him in response. He takes another swig at his drink as you finally answer.

“Guess I needed some vitamin C.” Tangerine chokes on his scotch, immediately wiping at his chin with the back of his sleeve as you wink at him. Maybe it was the beer talking, or maybe it was the last few days finally weighing in on the two of you.

You had been thinking about the fucker with a 70’s pornstache since you had left him on the kitchen floor. 

Maybe it was the way he looked underneath the flickering neon signs, but god he looked good. The pulsing adrenaline he had left in your veins when you were both tussling in the kitchen, sure -  he had left a nasty bruise on your stomach, but you had given him a few more reminders on his own. 

The two of you talk for awhile, Tangerine having taken his jacket off to cover your bare shoulders during your second beer. He didn’t seem as bitter about the whole frying-pan-to-the-forehead ordeal than you thought, choosing to see the humour in it now more than anything.

You almost felt guilty, but considering he and his brother were only offered a quarter of what you were paid - you would’ve been stupid to refuse the job.

He talks about his brother, and it warms you seeing how highly he spoke of him. Having a partner was something you never considered - let alone a sibling, so it was clear the two of them had a serious bond. Tangerine was careful with what he admitted, just as you were with your own backstory.

You told him how you had been in the job since you were eighteen, having been handled by Xan and his team since the moment you became Angel. 

You told him where the name had come from, mentioning how your first ever job was pretending to be an Angel in a Christmas play in order to take out the king pin who had organised the event. It annoyed you at first, until you realised there were people out there with alias such as Tangerine, so you really couldn’t complain.

He laughed loudly at that, bringing up the nickname you had given the two of them upon first meeting. The ‘Fruity Twins’, it had irked him at first, but he realised then he would let you joke about anything at his expense if it meant he saw you laugh. 

Tangerine was now showing you his tattoos, having noticed you observing them when his had pinned his sleeves back. You asked about various scars surrounding them, nodding along as he told you about every job that had caused them.

He pointed at one on your collarbone, and you told him it was actually from your childhood, and any scars from work were hidden behind clothes. 

He didn’t miss the hint with that one.

A wide grin falls upon his lips as he notices your eyes lingering on his ring clad fingers, his hands tensing under your gaze. “If you want to get out of here love, all you have to do is ask.” 

You feel your skin heat up at question. Tangerine studies the way your lips turn upward as you think over his words, and it isn’t until you look into his eyes that Tangerine’s blood begins rushing in all directions.

It’s always the eyes. You don’t break eye contact, it was nearly impossible when he stared into your soul with such a darkened gaze. He shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be here. The two of you were supposed to be at each others throats.

So why did you want him in yours so bad?

You should be with anybody else but him. You weren’t scared by any means, hell, the mere thought of the man was enough to excite you, let alone having him in front of you eye fucking you like you were his last meal - And how could he tell you that you were the only thing on his mind the entire time you two were apart? 

Lemon blamed the concussion, told him he was thinking with his cock and not his brain, but Tangerine knew he had to see you again - even if you were dangerous.

The two of you should be taking each other out, no doubt paying off someone else’s bounty. You were the last person he should trust, just as he was the last person you should be taking back to your hotel.

You nod at him. Tangerine stands, holding his arm out for you as your free hand pulls his jacket tighter over you. He keeps you close as you leave, his arm wrapped around your waist in a gentle grip.

It felt like hours as the two of you walked in a comforting silence. He let you lead the way, not knowing where it was that you were staying. Tangerine wanted so badly to press you against any nearest surface and kiss you, to feel you against his body like you had done to him in that kitchen. 

But he was a gentlemen, and he knew it would be more comfortable to throw you on a bed than it would a bricked surface. 

It was nice walking the streets, rarely did you get to enjoy another countries quiet time, let alone with someone at your side. Deep down, you felt that Tangerine felt the same, noticing the way his hands would squeeze at your sides as you walked. 

By the time the two of you had found your hotel and entered the elevator, Tangerine was already beginning his playful touches. His fingers began sliding from their position on your hip to your rear, his hand cupping your cheek as you pressed your floor.

He kept his attention on the doors as you squirmed a little, feeling the goosebumps on your skin with every gentle touch. 

You see him smirk in the corner of your eye, and you match it, pulling your hand forward to glide over his crotch slowly. Tangerine’s smirk immediately disappears, and his head whips to yours as you give him an innocent smile. 

“Are we playin’ dirty love?” He mumbles down at you, his eyes closing a little as you apply a little pressure to his clothed cock.

“Are you complaining?” You ask. Tangerine shakes his head eagerly, cursing aloud as the elevator doors open to an empty hallway. 

You find yourself pressed against your rooms door before its even clicked shut, his lips hungrily meeting your own. Your mind instantly is taken back to a few days ago, revelling in the way he pushes into you like you were going to disappear.

The hair above his lip tickles at your skin - and you had nearly forgotten the feeling. It was unusual, but not uncomfortable. His calloused hand cups your jaw, tilting your head so you’re at a better angle to match his pace. 

Tangerine pulls away for a gasp of air, his free hand sliding his jacket from over your shoulders to meet the carpeted floor. You’re panting, your chest rising quickly as the larger man props his arms against the door above your head.

“Been thinkin’ about these lips all week darling,” He groans, his own breath coming out laboured. “You been thinkin’ ‘bout me?”

You nod, choosing not to speak. You were worried you would end up telling him to strip then and there. Tangerine didn’t exactly look like someone who liked taking orders.

Maybe he would learn. 

His lips press back to yours, his tongue gliding along your lips in a silent beg to let him in. He groaned against your lips, your skin feeling soft and warm against his own, and Tangerine pulled you away from the door. His arms rope around the small of your back, warmth pouring over you in a wave that suffocated you so perfectly.

He parts from you again, the air leaving your lungs in a small sigh. He eyes you, his blue eyes roaming over you in a clouded gaze. You feel his rings pressing into your skin, and Tangerine leans down once again, leaving you to release a soft moan as he bites at the skin on your neck. 

Your hands press against his broad chest, scratching at the material of his shirt as he continues nipping at your throat - no doubt leaving marks. The heat in your lower stomach grew with every kiss, the throbbing ache between your thighs beginning to dominate your thoughts. 

It wasn’t like you to let someone control a scene, so as Tangerine was distracted with the zipper of your dress, you push him away, letting him fall to the bed below. He sat upright immediately, his breathing just as erratic as yours. 

He’s about to speak when you’re on him again, pushing him down and straddling his broad thighs. His hands reach under your dress instantly, his fingers dancing with the flesh of your ass and the lace of your panties. 

“Fuck,” He curses through clenched teeth. Tangerine couldn’t get over how beautiful you looked, your lips swollen and your clothes askew. “I want you so fuckin’ bad.”

You chuckle down at him, your eyes half lidded. “Yeah?” You whisper softly, flashing the fruit a sweet smile. You grind against him, biting your lip at the groan that escapes his lips. “How bad?”

“God,” He keens, feeling his cock straining against his pants. “K-Keep movin’ like that Angel.” 

“Who would’ve thought you would be so needy.” You tease, and it was then that you saw the gears turn in Tangerines eyes. 

You had already bested him once, made him feel smaller than anyone had done so in a very, very long time. The bruise on his forehead was a reminder every time he had woken up this past week. He wasn’t going to let you control this time too, not if he could help it. 

He was good with his hands, you’ll give him that. Tangerine had grabbed at the waistline of your dress, tearing at the fabric until it pooled around the blankets at your side. Your eyes were wide at the action, whereas Tangerine’s eyes were on your bra covered breasts. He had a quick glimpse of them before when you had hidden a usb in there, and the man grinned as you sat upright.

“Do you have any idea how much that cost?” You gasped, staring at the designer name in pieces. 

He sits upright with you, your chest now pressed against his. He grins at your expression, knowing you weren’t entirely as pissed off as you attempted to show. “You’ve got a million in the account love, I’m sure you can buy more.”

Asshole. 

You don’t respond, knowing it’ll be an insult more than a complaint. Tangerine glides his fingers over the bare skin of your back, and your eyes close at the feeling. “What to do with you hm?” He mutters, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips. 

He wanted to be rough. He wanted to take you then and there.

But you just felt so good like this, touching him and grinding against him like he was the last man on earth. 

He continues his exploration on your skin before he’s cupping your face, kissing you a little softer than before. His moustache again tickles at your cheeks, causing you to grin against his lips. He’s quick to soften your sounds, nipping at your lip to grant his tongue entrance. 

You’re gripping at the ends of his shirt, pulling at the fabric and loosening it. Your hands slip under, and it was your turn to run your hands over the hard muscle that lay beneath. “Take it off.” You mumble in between kisses.

“You could rip it?” He jokes, pulling away to meet your unamused expression. He shrugs, pulling his shirt up and over his body. The fabric joins his jacket on the floor, and you don’t hide the raised eyebrow as his tongue darts out as he attempts to kick his shoes off.

“You’re not as scary as your file makes you out to be,” You reach behind you, unclasping your bra and letting it fall to the ground. “You’re just a little softy aren’t you?”

Tangerine’s eyes immediately land on your breasts, his head jerking to the side as he exhales. “There’s nothin’ little about me love.” He leans forward, taking a nipple into his mouth before you can reply.

Yeah. 

You could feel him beneath you. 

It’s definitely not a gun in his pants.

Your hands wound their way into his hair, tugging as he bites at the skin of your breast. “Fuck.” Your head falls back with a moan. 

He decided then and there that he could listen to your pretty noises forever. 

He wants more.

As beautiful as you looked on his lap, Tangerine was done letting you believe you had the upper hand. His cock was hard in his pants, almost straining against the rough material in a need for release. With a gasp, you find yourself thrown onto your back, Tangerine’s hands on either side of your head as he pins your lower half beneath him. 

“That’s better,” He releases you for a quick moment, however keeping his eyes on you as he unbuckles his belt. “Bit quiet there Angel, you alright?”

You nod, not able to stop yourself from ogling at the view above you. Various scars covered his abdomen, a tattoo resting on his pec, a familiar bruise resided on his hip, disappearing towards his back.

Your doing, naturally.

“Look at the mess you’re making love,” Tangerine nods towards your panties, chuckling at the way you squirm under his gaze. “What a fuckin’ sight that is.”

He goes to lean forward, when you grab his shoulder, shaking your head. He gives you a confused look, and you curse loudly. “I want you, now.” 

“And you’ll have me,” Again he goes to kiss above your pubic bone, scratching his chin along your lace underwear. “Just want a taste, that’s all.” 

“Mmf - please, just fuck me already.” God you wouldn’t blame him for mocking you, who were you right now? You barely recognised your own voice. 

“What’s the rush?” He taunts, that cocky voice of his stronger than ever. “Not that I’m complainin’, begging looks good you.” 

“And you’ll good on me,” You groan as Tangerine rips your underwear, lifting your ass slightly to pull it away. “Stop ripping my fucking clothes.”

He sniggers, drinking in your now naked state. Your pupils dilated, lips swollen and skin flushed with heat. 

An angel.

The corner of your lips twitched, your tongue swiping over the skin as you nod towards Tangerine’s crotch. “Need help?”

His zipper was undone, the bulge of his cock flush against his underwear. He shakes his head, taking the time to stand and remove his pants completely. Before you could say his name, the man was back on top of you, his palm spread on your throat before grasping at your hair as you moaned at the sensation. 

Tangerine wanted to watch you come undone. He wanted to watch your eyelashes flutter as you hit your high and screamed his name. He wanted his name to be the only thought on your mind. “So beautiful,” He sighs against your throat, groaning as you grind against him like a broken record. “A real fuckin’ angel.”

His cock rests against your thigh - thick, hard and throbbing. You part your legs, letting him rest between you more comfortably as his own hard thighs cover yours. Your hips roll into his, and you grinned at the delicious sound he let out as his tip swept over your cunt. 

Your skin burned under his touch, and Tangerine tilts his head, mumbling your name against your cheek before bringing his lips to yours once more. You sigh into his mouth, the sound disappearing under his own groans. His cock bumps over your slit and your hips shift, brushing his head through your wetness as Tangerine reaches down with a free hand, lining himself up. 

Your head hits the pillow as he slides in, and it felt like the air had been taken from your lungs as you felt the mouthwatering burn of his size. He curses loudly as his hips snap against yours in a hard thrust, bottoming out.

“Fuck,” He grunts with a lick of your lips. “D’you feel that? D’you have any idea how fucking good you feel? Squeezin’ me l-like -“

You clench around him, cutting him off from his rambling. Tangerine repositions his arms before he slowly pulls out, revelling in the soft whines leaving your swollen mouth at the action. He let you enjoy his teasing thrusts for a little longer before he began thrusting harder, your words becoming incoherent as his pace quickened.

His pounding is hard and definitive, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around his shoulders in an attempt to hold on. He just feels so heavy and he makes you feel so unbearably full.

“O-Oh god.” Your eyes squeeze shut, and Tangerine kisses at your cheek - an almost sweet action in comparison to the assault he’s hailing on your pussy.

“Just me Angel,” He grunts, a playful tone behind his usual gruff voice. “Just me.” 

Tangerine finds a steady rhythm, his thrusts bringing his hard body flush against yours in a dire need to feel your heat. One thrust lands just perfectly, a loud moan forcing its way out as he laughs against you.

“Yeah?” He taunts as he mimics the sound, noticing the way you just manage to roll your eyes at him. “Oh we can’t have that now.” His voice was merely a whisper as he says your name, a shudder running through your body as you clench around him, causing his own hips to shudder in return.

He fucked into you at such a pace that you knew he had ruined you for anybody else. It was his goal, to mark you and leave you wanting everything he could give. Tangerine felt you squeeze around him again, the lewd sounds of his cock pushing into your soaked cunt making his thoughts clouded. 

His finger just glides over your clit as you come undone, cumming on his cock with an arched back and raise of your hips. His eyes widen at the sight, a charmed smile on his cheeks as your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Good girl,” He laughs down at you, continuing his thrusts. “Aren’t you just gorgeous.” 

Tangerine’s breathless, his attention solely on the way you shake beneath him, your breasts bouncing as you climax. He can feel the own pulse of his dick throbbing as you squeeze around him, and as his name leaves your lips in a silent prayer he too comes undone. He cums inside of you with a final snap of his hips, his body shuddering as he curses loudly. His head rests against your shoulder as he stills, his grunts like music to your ears. 

He rests on you gently before pulling out, the immediate empty feeling making you sigh as he rolls onto his back beside you. “Fuckin’ hell.” His breathing was sharp, a slight sheen on sweat on his chest. 

You just stared at him in a comfortable silence as you attempted to find your bearings, watching as Tangerine grabs your hand, entwining his fingers with yours. “You with me?” 

You nod at him with a smile, and he chuckles, a cocky grin finding it’s home. “S’good, because we aren’t done.”

“What?” You almost whine, and he sits up, gripping at your waist and dragging you closer to him. 

“Head darling,” He looks at you like you’re the one not making any sense. “Gotta give you somethin’ to ask me about in the mornin’ yeah?” 

#tangerine x reader #tangerine smut #tangerine fic #tangerine bullet train #all in a days work #fookinfandoms #bullet train smut

[crowborn666-writes]

Care

(Depressions kicking my ass so I’m back again with therapy Dadzawa. Dunno why it took me so long to realize there’s MHA Wikis, but they’re a lifesaver.)

Shota Aizawa x Teen!Reader

Genre: Comfort, Fluff, Platonic

Summary: The hole just seems to get deeper and deeper, but your new teacher seems determined to pull you back out.

CW/TW: mentions of bad past, reader feeling guilty about eating, mentions/descriptions of anxiety, Mineta (he doesn’t do anything, he just exists 🙄)

Other info: reader has a established quirk(one I see myself having tbh, I call it Shadow Morph), possibly poorly written sparring scenes

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“You haven’t eaten.”

“Not hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten since we brought you here.” He pressed, voice and actions gentle as he scooted the plate a few inches closer to you. A part of him wanted to cross his arms, but he knew that wouldn’t go over well with you, so he kept them loose and resting across his knees.

“…Not hungry.” You spoke again, albeit a bit more hesitant this time, your eyes flitting across the light meal that was set in front of you.

Shota could only let out a worried, exasperated sigh. The police were good at their job sure, but with you they had their suspicions pointed in the completely wrong direction.

Simply, you’d been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Where you were trying to avoid the villains in the area, the ones who were on the scene thought you were with them.

It took Shota a long time to get them off your back, even longer to convince them to let you go with him.

You had recently graduated middle school, and in one of your less pressuring conversations with him, had told him how you applied to a hero school and was denied. How your parents weren’t exactly the best. How you felt you didn’t fit in with anyone, and the few friends you did have left you once school was done.

Basically, you were stuck on where to go, practically in a pit made of loneliness and unknown directions.

He thought back to those conversations, wondering just how deep this hole you’re in went. Clearly, it was worrying, if you were seeming guilty about eating.

“…You said you wanted to be a hero?” He piped up quietly, watching your fingers begin to inch towards the plate.

He didn’t press further on the subject of food, knowing even a few millimeters of movement towards it was still progress.

“Yeah… even if it’s a support or underground hero. Wanna help people.” You mumbled, tentatively picking up one of the banana slices and taking a small nibble.

The small bit of relief took some of the tension out of Shota’s aching shoulders.

“What would you say to joining one of my students’ classes? You can show off your abilities there.”

“Don’t you have an extra student to train already though…?”

“I do,” Shota’s smile at seeing you finally eat a bit more stayed hidden behind his scarf, but it definitely met his eyes, “but his progress is going smoothly enough to where I don’t have to always watch him during his training, and if your abilities are good enough you can train with each other and grow even more.”

You nodded quietly, eyeing the buttered toast that had been made for you with a bit of hesitance, wondering if you’d be able to stomach it.

Shota then stood from the table, movements careful as to not startle you.

“Eat what you can, I won’t push any more today. In the meantime I’ll fix up the couch for you.”

“Thank you.” Your quiet call following out of the kitchen, your fingers picking up the slice of toast you’d been eyeing.

Your night was fitful, to say the least. The unfamiliar environment and uncomfortable couch made it hard to fall asleep and stay asleep. You sworn in your half-asleep haze at least two times Shota had wandered over to glance over the back of the couch to check on you, one time even adjusting your blanket that had gotten tangled in your tossing and turning.

Somehow, though, you’d managed to fall asleep for more than twenty minutes. You awoke later to the sound of Shota in the kitchen, the sound of a coffee maker reaching your ears. Rolling over, you glared at the clock on the coffee table, reading 6:20 in the morning.

Figuring trying to fall back asleep would be fruitless, you sat up, rubbing at your tired eyes as you stood to wander into the kitchen.

“Morning.” Shota spoke as he turned to you, placing a granola bar on the counter for you before he turned to grab a mug from the cabinet.

“Good mornin’.” You yawned, not thinking twice as you grabbed the granola bar off the counter. Next thing you knew, Shota had a glass of water next to you, turning to pour his cup of coffee.

Your anxiety had crawled up to your neck as you and Shota walked towards a building called Gym Gamma. Shota explained that students often trained there with Ectoplasm and Cementoss, since the Pro Heroes could create concrete structures and fake Ectoplasm’s for them to practice against.

You were dreading the possibility of a grand entrance as Shota opened the gym doors. You trailed behind him, and despite him not making any sort of announcement to get his students’ attention, all eyes naturally fell to him.

Oh god, were you pale? Were you sweating bullets or is it just hot in the gym? You had to be sweating bullets and pale as a sheet. Your entire body was tense and—

“Alright class, I need your attention for a few.”

You already have their attention!

You watched with trembling hands and a gaze that soon locked onto a very specific pebble that had been dragged in as the class of about twenty students all gathered around, their attention wavering between their teacher and you.

“This is (Y/n). They’re going to join today’s class to show off their abilities, to see if they’re good enough to join the hero course.”

A rough voice called out, your gaze flickering up to spot a blond with a rather annoyed look on his face. “Does this school really have time for this stranger?”

Before your thoughts could drag you further into your metaphorical pit, Shota spoke up almost instantly.

“As heroes we should not only save people from disasters, but we should try to help them in low points of their lives. If they aren’t cut for the hero course, we will find something else for them to strive to achieve.”

No one else heard it, but from your right you could’ve sworn you heard Ectoplasm mumble something about Aizawa being a softie.

One by one, you were introduced to the class, all except for a very short, purple haired boy. But you didn’t say anything, figuring there was a reason given Sero immediately slapped some tape over his mouth just as he opened it.

One student rose her hand, Tsuyu, if you recalled correctly. “May I ask about your quirk?”

“Oh good call, Tsu!” Denki piped up, “I wanna know too!”

From Shota’s gentle prompting, along with the kind gazes of Izuku, Ochako and a few others, you began to explain your quirk to them.

Without your quirk, you’d be too slow, too weak to be much of use. But with how you’ve developed your quirk, you were able to push and pull yourself and others to your advantage.

You could create shadowy tendrils from your back or limbs, able to pull and push yourself as needed, able to wrap others up to restrain or throw them. With enough focus and energy, you could even slip through shadows, adding to your dexterity.

Your voice would waver, going in and out with volume, your mind hissing with all the words people told you about your quirk.

Not very heroic.

Scary or worrisome.

Too dark.

You didn’t say those thoughts out loud, of course, but they were instantly swept away when Izuku started rambling.

“That’s so cool! Are you able to morph your entire body into shadow or just parts of it? Can you move only through shadow that way or can you move anywhere? Is it like Tokoyami’s quirk where light—“

“Midoriya.” Shota cut him off, the green-haired boy giving a sheepish smile as a few others sighed in unison.

“Sorry, Mr. Aizawa.”

You figured this was a daily occurrence.

It wasn’t long after that the training resumed, the students easily falling back into their routine. Shota had you go up against one of Ectoplasm’s copies, just for you to warm up and get used to using your quirk in a fighting style rather than an aid like at home.

You were too focused on blocking or dodging attacks to really notice a few students glancing your way, not even Shota’s, who no doubt had his gaze moreso on you than anyone else.

After your warmup, you turned as Shota called out. “Asui. I’d like you to pair up with (Y/n).”

Nervousness rising, you watched as Tsuyu hopped down from the cement towers, right down next to you.

“(Y/n), Asui’s here is fairly quick with her movements, I want you to try your hand at capture. Asui, I want you to do your best at dodging and blocking (Y/n)’s attacks.”

“Got it, Mr. Aizawa!” She replied, turning to you with a smile and a soft ribbit, “Good luck to you!”

“G-Good luck to you too!” You stammered, getting into stance as she hopped a distance away from you.

“Go.”

Shota wasn’t lying when he said Tsuyu was fast, it was like she was made of water almost, or as slippery as a frog. Just when you thought you had her in a grip, she found some way to wriggle out of it or dodge at the last minute.

You had a thought then, wondering if you could fake her out somehow. You sent your shadows towards her, like you had been doing, and right before she jumped you opened them like a cage that surrounded her from all sides.

You knew she could probably slip through, but this was your best bet right now.

She aimed to jump upwards, between two shadows above her head, and thinking fast you clamped down like a venus fly trap.

A startled “ribbit!” left her as you held her upside down, arms trapped to her sides.

After your surprisingly successful capture of Tsuyu, Shota had you up against Sero next.

“You said you were able to push and pull yourself, right?” He called up to you, looking a bit small from atop the cement tower you were on. “I want you to do just that, and either evade or fight back against Sero, who’s job for this mock fight is to capture you.”

You glanced around, finding yourselves on the higher cement towers, everyone else either still training or watching from below.

At Shota’s call, Sero immediately dove into action, shooting tape to try and ensnare you. You were quick to jump away, backing out of his reach, your shadows helping you cling to your surroundings.

Now it was your turn to be quick on your feet, thoughts running a mile a minute as you had to both evade Sero and keep track of where you were going.

Suddenly he was in front of you, and in two quick tugs, your shadows pulled you behind him. He recovered faster than you expected him to, finding yourself suddenly wrapped up in tape and dangling.

“Not bad.” Shota spoke, watching as Sero carefully lowered you to the ground. “Even though Sero has a lot of practice in capture, you evaded him longer than I expected.”

You took the praise with red cheeks, a little embarrassed by it all.

A few other students wanted to train with you after that, especially Midoriya, but unfortunately you needed to rest, and so spent the rest of the class period watching them all.

“You did good today.” Shota spoke up as you walked back to your temporary housing with him.

“You mean it…?”

“I mean it.” He glanced back at you and caught your gaze for a short moment, just long enough to emphasize his point before turning away. “A lot of my students wanted you to come back and join them in the second year. If you’re up for it, you can join the hero course with Shinsou.”

You found yourself smiling. “Guess I got a lot of training to do now, huh?”

Shota was smiling as well, even if you couldn’t see it. “That, and you got a lot of people who care about you now as well.”

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[dead-dove-yandere]

What if.. Cayce got invited to a sleepover by her darling and, inexplicably, no one else happened to show up?

Would she just leave? If she had to comfort reader because no one else arrived?

~ 💌

I had to go on a bit of a journey (4 hours total) to pick my brother up from university today and I was thinking about this ask almost the entire time because there are so many ways it could go - Cayce’s a bit unpredictable and a lot of her choices depend very much on how she feels at the time, and her mood is also very easily affected by her darling’s actions and feelings. I think if the darling took it in their stride and wasn’t too upset by the fact that no one turned up, then Cayce might just stay a few minutes, pretending to be bored before leaving (while secretly giddy she even got invited in the first place lol). But I think she’d be very torn of her darling was visibly upset. She wants to pretend to not care, but she’d probably feel bad for her darling, since she’s a fairly lonely person too. She might try to comfort her darling but tbh, I don’t think she’d be all that good at it - she’d not know what to say and be too angry at the people that stood her darling up.

I had to write something for this because I liked this idea a lot :]

TW: stalking, obsession, mentions of toxic friendships and murder

Cayce could hardly believe she’d been invited, much less that you personally invited her. She’d waited until the last minute to respond to your message, trying to seem unbothered, but as she strolled up to your door, an hour late, her gut was twisting and knotting itself. She put on an unbothered face, and banged her fist hard on the door, crossing her arms as she waited to be let in. It wasn’t long before you opened the door. You smiled widely upon seeing her, even as she sneered back.

“You came! I thought you were going to be a no-show, but you’re here!” You stepped aside to let her in and she mumbled something under her breath as she entered your house. She looked around at how nice it was, crossing her arms tighter as she scowled.

“Everything is in the living room. My parents let us have the house to ourselves so we can do whatever we want.” You lead her into the living room and she silently raised an eyebrow as she walked in - the coffee table was filled with snacks to eat and movies to watch, but was completely empty of any guests. Cayce spoke for the first time since she arrived.

“Where the fuck is everyone?” You suddenly got sheepish.

“They haven’t arrived yet. But I’m sure they’ll be here soon,” you said, your voice wavering. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get you a drink.” You quickly left, leaving Cayce all alone in the living room. She slumped onto the sofa, slouching rudely, before grabbing a fistful of popcorn from the bowl and shoving it in her mouth. This was lame - she was late and still she’d somehow been the first to turn up. She figured she’d stay a few minutes to take advantage of the snacks, then ditch and go home to enjoy her spoils. She quickly shoved a bag of tortilla chips into her bag seconds before you came back, handing her a glass of her favourite iced tea. She was surprised you knew that as she took a gulp, spying the forced smile you put on as you took a sip of your own drink.

“I was an hour late,” Cayce said.

“Oh, don’t worry about it! It’s fine. You’re here now,” you say chirpily, mistaking what she said for an apology. She huffed.

“I was an hour late, so how come I’m the only one here?” She said, annoyed. You wrung your hands.

“Everyone else… well, everyone else had to cancel,” you admit, not bearing to look her in the eye as your own began to well with tears. Cayce winced as she watched you struggle to keep them back.

“I’m not surprised,” she scoffed, only to jump in surprise as you let out a choked sob. Cayce grimaced uneasily, watching as you desperately tried to wipe away the tears with your sleeve, only to cry more.

“They do this every time,” you mumble in between choked breaths. “If they want to do something I have to drop everything to go off with them, but whenever I try and organise something everyone ditches me. And when I try to ask why they just say that I’m being stupid and overreacting.” Cayce froze as she listened and watched, not sure what to do or say. Her heart panged as she saw you all worked up, and she realised it was the first time she’d seen you cry without her being the reason why.

She didn’t like it.

“Sit down,” she said, pulling you to the sofa to sit next to her as you kept sobbing. “Who gives a shit about friends anyway? Mine ditch me all the time.” She picked up one of the DVDs on the coffee table. “We’ll watch one or two of your shitty films, eat the snacks and then we’ll go to sleep or whatever, yeah?” You nodded in agreement as you wiped away your tears again and she went over to the tv, setting up the DVD player before going and sitting next to you again. The movie began and suddenly you leant against her shoulder, making her tense up.

“I’m glad you came. You’re the only one that’s honest about hating me.” You tell her. She doesn’t say anything, her face twisting with guilt, but slowly puts an arm around your shoulders to comfort you. As she watches the movie start, she grits her teeth, quietly seething with anger, and as she thinks about what your so called friends did, she suddenly knew for certain what she’d suspected for a while.

She was willing to kill for you.

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[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Rough Day?: Dante x Male Reader

SUMMARY: Dante comes home from a job and just needs some love; which you happen to be the best--and only--supplier he goes to… however, you are too blind to notice how he feels.

BEGINNING NOTES: >Dante x Male Reader* >Unestablished relationship;       >Dante is obviously flirting with you and you aren’t getting the hint--like REALLY painfully obvious and you are just oblivious.* >Fluff: Dante is a big cuddly softy--I really just needed something sweet. 🐻🧸🐻 >The reader isn’t a devil hunter but rather a secretary for the shop; handling paperwork and is on the shorter side* >Dante and you share some wine--I know nothing about wine so I just Googled what wine goes well with pizza and read about it lmfao >Although I don’t explicitly say what movie, I wrote this with the movie “xXx” in mind (2002: it's an action movie with Vin Diesel; it is not a porno even though it sounds like it lmfao)--it has a red lingerie scene. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a great movie--it’s as old as I am but it’s fucking great. One of my childhood favorites; highkey wanted Xander’s xXx neck tattoo--and still kind of do tbh lmao 🧸🐻🧸 *This is a bit self-indulgent and relates to me a bit more than normal. To be 100% honest I haven’t been in the best place and I need some soft stuff hence the male reader. It’s also why the requests are taking so damn long, I just hit writer's block and am having a downward swing again lol  Sorry for the inconvenience! I should hopefully break out of this soon ;))

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     The sound of the garage door opening made you look up from the mound of paperwork you were currently nose-deep in. With a small smile,  you stood up to go see who was visiting; however, you were quickly stopped by a tall muscular roadblock. Said roadblock slumped over and placed his forehead on your shoulder. 

     "Welcome home… Rough day, huh?" You lovingly placed a hand on his back, rubbing small circles into his jacket.

     Dante nodded against you, “It was a complete shit show and Vergil was crabby…”

     “Mmn, I’m sorry,” you grabbed his hand with your free one, squeezing it slightly, “Why don’t you go shower--I’ll order dinner and we can watch a movie.”

     The red devil leaned up and gave you a soft smile, his eyes creasing at the edges, "You sure? You seem busy."

     You laughed and rolled your eyes, placed a forearm on your forehead, leaning back dramatically, "Oh no-- I have to stop filling out your back taxes; what a pity…”

     Dante laughed softly and pulled you close, with you still leaning backwards, “Such a shame, I know how much you love paperwork.” 

     Your shoulder hit his chest and he took the opportunity to nuzzle himself against your exposed throat. The feeling of his stubble scraping along your neck made you squirm in his grasp, laughing loudly, “Hey-- Stop that- that tickles, Dante-!”

     “Oh? Does it now?” The red devil snuggly nuzzled the side of his jaw into you, a broad smile tugging at his features at the sound of your laughter.

     “You’re---- You’re gonna get me dirty--”

     “Mmn,” he stopped and you pivoted to face him, “Then you can shower with me…”

     You laughed brightly and, despite your previous statement of him being grungy, you hid your face in his chest attempting to hide your flustered expression, “In your dreams, Dante.”

     He wrapped his arms around you, kneading your back with his fingers, “Sometimes~”

     “Perve!” You laughed harder as you shoved his shoulder playfully.

     The two of you stood there for a few moments, Dante loudly purring against you, and enjoying your closeness. Nonchalantly you slid your face up to his shoulder, which he eagerly leaned down for.  After a moment, you placed your face against the side of his and gently pushed against him. With a happy sigh, you ran your fingers through his hair but stopped quickly upon noticing the gore within his white strands--that was now all over your hand, “Alright, mister, go shower and we can continue this later.”

     He leaned up slowly and stuck out his lower lip in a pout, giving you puppy dog eyes.

     “Uh-uh, no-” you turned from him, closing your eyes, “I am not falling for that; Last time we had to get a new couch because of how dirty you were and the shop smelt like a rotten butcher shop for a week.”

     “Alright, alright,” Dante smiled and cupped your cheek with one hand, slowly thumbing over your face, “I’ll be back in a jif, babe," he moved his hand to your chin, holding it with his thumb and forefinger for a moment before slowly letting go, hustling out of the kitchen.

     "Hey, make sure you’re actually clean-! Damn it…” Your words fell upon deaf ears as you listened to the creak of the stairs from him jogging up them. With a wistful sigh, you smiled softly, “What a dork.”

     After washing your hands with soap and bleach, you left the kitchen and went over to Dante’s desk. As per usual, you dialed up the local pizza parlor and within two rings they picked up. 

     “Dante!” The voice of a jolly old man echoed through the phone, “How’s my best customer?”

     You laughed, “Sorry, Dante’s showering right now; it’s--”

     “Ah, it’s Dante’s husband! How are you?”

     A fiery feeling filled your face as you sputtered out, “Dante’s what?”

     “Don’t worry, I'm fine with you being gay! Dante always struck me as a fruity guy, even back when he first started-”

     You let out an awkward laugh, “We aren’t- Dante and I aren’t even dating,” You let out another laugh, however, the longing feeling from earlier returned, "Let alone married."

     "Oh! Sorry, just with the way you two act…” The old man paused momentarily before clearing his throat, “Anyways, you want the usual?”

     “Yes, please. Can we get that delivered?”

     “Oh? Sure thing. It’ll be there in--” There was a short pause with incoherent yelling between the old man and someone else before he returned to you, “Be there in about 10 minutes, alright?”

     “Yup! Thanks so much! Have a great night, Pops!”

     “You too, kid, bye!”

     “Bye!”

     As you hung up the phone, you slumped back into the desk chair, replaying the conversation. Did he really think that Dante and you were lovers? How many others at that shop had the same idea? You bit your lip in thought. Was it that obvious that you had a crush on him? 

     With a groan, you leaned forward, placing your elbows on the desk and your face in your hands. Does Dante know how you feel? As you mulled over things, you lost track of time and never even heard Dante descend the stairs or realize he was right beside you.

     “Somethin’ wrong?”

     You flinched at the sudden noise to your right and jolted up out of the chair. 

     Dante was standing with a casual lean to his posture and a tilt of his head, obviously curious about your odd behavior. Your eyes widened at the shirtless devil and his half-lidded lazy smile. Currently, he was in just a pair of baggy black sweatpants… and that was it. His hands were neatly tucked into his pockets, inadvertently pulling down the waistband of well-worn clothing which gave you a tasteful peak at his strawberry print boxers. Although he was mostly dry, you could still see water dripping from his hair onto his shoulders and chest; which made your stare wander down from his eyes. 

     Noticing your straying eyes, Dante’s smile turned to a sultry smirk, “Like what you see, baby~?” He flexed his pecs and winked, watching your blush darken. 

     “Huh?! What- No- I wasn’t-- It’s just,” you shakily gestured to his chest, “You’re wet--”

     “Not yet I’m not,” He winked as his tilted posture deepened.

     You sputtered out gibberish as you stiffened. 

     Dante leaned closer and tilted his head, cupping the side of your face, “You know, you're pretty cute when you're all flustered and speechless.”

     As you turned into his palm, you let out an embarrassed laugh, “Yeah right, sure Dante.”

     “I’m serious,” he leaned up with a wide toothy grin, “You’re like a…” With a pause and a squint in thought, he snapped his free hand’s fingers, “A cow!”

     “Hey!” You leaned away from his hand, placing your hands on your hips, “Rude.”

     “Eh?” Dante stuck a lip out in confusion, “What? You don’t find ‘em cute or somethin’?”

     “Dante… When you call someone a “cow” you’re calling them fat and ugly.”

     His eyes widened, “Since when?”

     You shook your head and sighed, “That insult has been around for literal centuries.”

     Panicked that he may have upset you, he stumbled over his words as he tried to fix his words, “I didn’t mean for it to be insulting! Cows are my favorite animal and-”

     "Oh trust me, cowboy, I know they are," you shook your head with a laugh and broke eye contact with him. 

     Suddenly, you felt a large set of arms around you and your head was against a warm chest. Dante set his head atop yours and mumbled, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you; I just think you’re really cute and I couldn’t think of anything I find cuter than a cow. I--”

     “Dante,” you sighed and pushed against him lovingly with your head, resting your cheek against him, “You don’t have to apologize.”

     As you layed upon him, enjoying the brief and rare moment of peace, you found yourself relaxing into his hold. The smell of his body wash-- the low consistent beating of his heart-- the warm heat his body gave off-- all wrapped up into a large affectionate package. A package that you could only dream about allowing you to stay this close for the rest of your days.

     To be able to place your sleeve rather than your cheek. To tell him exactly what you have been yearning for many years. 

     But those are childish thoughts and nothing more than a dream. Someday, Dante will find a wife and leave this godforsaken business and live a happy life; all while you watch from the side and cheer him on from a distance. 

     His arms tightened around you and he began to purr lightly, “When we retire, we should buy a farm.”

     You raised a brow, “What, you still need me with you to do your taxes or something?”

     As he laughed, you felt his chest reverberate with each noise, “I need you for a lot more than that, babe.”

     “Mhm, sure you do,” you sighed and turned your head, placing your forehead against his chest.

     Before Dante could respond, a loud knock came from the front door. Excitedly, he let go of you and smiled widely, “I’ll get it.”

     As he took care of the payment for the pizza, you wandered into the kitchen to grab plates. A small sigh left your lips as you looked at the empty place where the paper plates go, knowing the replacements are on the top shelf--a shitty result of having a behemoth of a housemate. With pursed lips, you stood on your tip toes and tried to stretch up to reach the desired item. 

     Just as you were about to go get a chair to stand on, you felt a set of large hands grab your waist and pick you up. A surprised squeak left your lips and you whipped your head around to see a smiling Dante. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the plates. Carefully, Dante placed you back on the ground and backed up a bit. 

     “Thanks,” you smiled at him and grabbed a plate, handed it to him, then grabbed one for yourself.

     After Dante placed two full glasses of Malbec on the table, you sat in adjacent corner chairs--facing at an angle to see one another. There was a comfortable silence between you as you ate; well, save for the quiet happy humming that came from Dante as he ate. As you watched him, you smiled warmly. It’s times like these that make you forget how dangerous Dante actually is. How he could rip you limb to limb if he felt so inclined. With a shake of your head, you returned to eating, shoving those frightening thoughts down. 

     After some time, Dante leaned towards you and placed an elbow on the table, “So you never did tell me why you were sitting for like ten minutes with that weird expression after you ordered.”

     “Oh! It’s nothin’.”

     “Mmhmm,” Dante smiled as he took another bite of food, “Okay, let me rephrase that:” He gestured mindlessly with his hand, “I overheard your half of the call from upstairs and was wondering what Pops said to you that got you so worked up.”

     “Nothin’ important-!” Your answer was very abrupt as your face began to heat up again, which Dante noticed.

     “Come on~ It had to be something; I can ask Pops if you--”

     “No! Don’t, please,” you pursed your lips and avoided his eyes.

     His brow furrowed, “He didn’t say anything bad to you, did he?”

     “What? No! That man couldn’t say an evil thing if you held him at gunpoint.”

     “Then what?”

     “Just…” You paused with a shake of your head before sheepishly mumbling, “He called me your husband.”

     Dante finished chewing and placed his slice down, “Really?”

     With a nod and a drink, you nodded, “Yup…”

     His voice took a more serious tone as he looked you in the eyes, “Does that… bother you?”

     You shook your head ‘no’, avoiding his eyes, “Was unexpected is all…”

     The red devil laughed and went to grab his drink, but missed the glass and knocked it over.

     “Dante-!” You shot up from your seat and looked down at yourself. The glass thankfully hadn’t smashed and was still on the tabletop; however, the red wine had been spilled all over your shirt and pants, soaking straight through everything you had on. 

     “Shit, sorry!” Dante stood up as well and attempted to dry you off with some napkins he grabbed from the table, continuing to apologize.

     You instantly became flustered as you realized what Dante was doing and where his hands were, “That’s not helping--” You caught eyes with him and he noticed your expression.

     “Well,” he stood back up, placing a hand on his hip, “I could just use my tou--”

     “I’m going to shower!” You cut him off and scuttled out of the room, ignoring the growing fluttery feeling in your chest, and didn't hear Dante’s dejected sigh.

     As you were bathing, Dante cleaned up the kitchen. He put the half-eaten pizza in the fridge and then saw your wine glass was still half-full. With a casual shrug, he finished it off and placed the two glasses in the sink. Slowly, he meandered out into the living room to set up the TV when he got an idea. 

     Your shower was rather quick, being in and out of the bathroom within less than five minutes. With a small hum, you dried off, got dressed in some clean wine-free clothing, and left the room. Only to run straight into a certain white-haired man’s chest, making you jump with a startled shout. 

     “Wha-!” You stared at him for a moment before raising a brow at him, “What are you doing?”

     “Waiting for you,” the look he gave you was reminiscent of a happy puppy, making you mindlessly reach up to pat the top of his head.

     Dante leaned down and placed his head on your shoulder, purring softly from your touch. His hands wrapped around your back, finding purchase on the small of your back, and he took a deep slow inhale. Although he’d never say it out loud, he found your scent to be rather comforting and relaxing. The two of you stood there for a moment before he leaned back.

     “I have a surprise for you.”

     “Oh no,” you stared at him, “What did you do?”

     With a lip stuck out with a disingenuous frown, “Why do you assume it’s a bad thing?”

     “Dante,” you slid your hands down his arms and rested on his biceps, “Last time you said you “I have a surprise” I came home to the shop doors through the stairs and a tarp for a front door…”

     He laughed and buried his face in your neck, taking on a playfully sarcastic tone, “That was fun~! It made the shop nice and drafty.”

     “Maybe for you Mister hot-blooded but it was for like a month in the dead of winter. I froze my ass off--”

     Dante grabbed your ass harshly, “Nope, it’s still there.”

     You shoved him playfully and rolled your eyes.

     He leaned back up, “Now, can I show you the surprise?”

     With a nod, you sighed happily, “Alright, what-- Hey!”

     Instantly your feet were off the ground and he was holding you from underneath your legs; you then wrapped yourself around him, fearing he’d drop you. A large smile adorned his face as he walked down to his room, opened the door, and tossed you onto the nearby bed. He turned to shut the door and when he looked back at you, he saw that your eyes were wide and heard how fast your heart was beating; which caused his smile to take a more sultry turn. 

     Dante gestured towards the foot of the bed, where he had moved his bedside table and placed the TV on top of, “Figure it’s a little more comfortable than the couch.”

     “G-gotcha,” you shook your head and smiled, laying on your stomach to face the screen.

     He moved towards the mattress then jumped onto it, laying right beside you, “Don’t worry, I picked out a great movie--”

     “If we are watching the same fucking movie-- I swear to god--”

     “But it’s so good!”

     “I think I know every goddamned word by now.”

     Dante looked at you with his bottom lip stuck out, giving you his infamous puppy eyes.

     “No-- nu-uh--” You looked away from him and took a long deep breath, “Dante-- For fucks sake--” 

     Dante whimpered softly, making you turn back to him, and found yourself met with the red devil’s bright turquoise eyes and his brow upturned into a pout. With a wistful sigh, you shook your head and laughed, “I hate when you give me those eyes-- Fine, we can watch your movie.”

     He flashed you a wide toothy grin and reached out to grab the remote from the table, turning on the flick. 

     Bit by bit, Dante slid to lay right beside you, his body tightly tucked against yours. Slowly, he leaned his head onto your shoulder, growing sleepier with each passing minute. However, he managed to stay awake and watch the movie.

     Around an hour in, a scene came on that showed various women in scarcely any clothing; ending in a climactic scene where the main lead climbs into bed with a woman dressed in red lingerie. 

     Dante rolled onto his side, looking at you with half-lidded eyes as he spoke in a low sultry voice, “I should buy you a set like that, bet you’d look hot.”

     Your heart skipped a beat and your eyes went wide, “H-huh?!”

     He placed a hand on your bicep and slowly began to rub his thumb against you, “I mean, I know that the bra might be a little much; but the panties would be worth it at the very least.”

     “Dante---- Dante,” you turned to him, your face burning, “Why on Earth would you want me in that?”

     “You’d look hot; what other reason would I need?” He flashed you a warm suggestive smirk.

     “I mean,” you looked away with a small huff, mumbling, “Wouldn’t you want someone you’re dating wearing it?”

     Dante’s smile faded as he removed his hand, “What?”

     You continued to mumble, refusing to look back at him, “You know like someone you’re attracted to..?”

     The red devil blankly stared at you for a moment before he grabbed the remote and hit the stop button several times before dropping it somewhere onto the floor, then slid off the foot of the bed.

     Your eyes slowly turned to face him, “Dante..?”

     He pushed the ‘off’ button on the TV and turned back to face you, "Look," his voice was quiet and he looked defeated, unable to look you in the eyes, as he took a few steps closer to stand in front of you, "I know our dates aren't anything fancy or- or high quality but--"

     “What-?” You swung your legs around to sit at the edge of the bed, “Our-- huh?”

     His expression changed from a kicked puppy to a blank dumbfounded stare as his eyes met with your gaze, “Our dates.”

     You pursed your lips and shook your head, “What are you talkin’ about Dante..?”

     “Our dates--” He leaned down to look you dead in the eyes, bracing himself with his hands on either side of you against the bed, “You feelin’ alright?”

     “We aren’t--”

     “We’ve been going out for almost a year,” he pursed his lips, “I asked you out like a month after comin’ home…” 

     With a confused tilt of your head, you furrowed your brow, “I don’t remember.”

     “After Verge and I returned home, I didn’t want to…” He shrugged one shoulder with a small half-hearted laugh, “To miss out on my chance with you, so I asked you out. We went to the zoo, remember?”

     With a slightly furrowed brow, you did your best to try and remember that day. Dante was nearly welded to you during that outing; between holding your hand or having an arm snugly wrapped around your waist, he was very overly physical with you. Until now, you’d just brushed it off, thinking that Dante was just sick of being so touch-starved and you gladly gave him what he wanted.

      Admittedly, it was a two-way street, you wanted to be just as close to him as he was providing. From small things like morning hugs or more intense things like him placing a kiss on your forehead every once in a while, it was such an unexpected but welcomed experience. However, without him outright stating things, you didn’t think he meant anything of it; refusing to believe someone like him would be with someone like you. 

     You laughed, catching Dante off guard, and placed the top of your head against his chest, “I didn’t realize you meant a literal “date”.” A blush spread across your face as you stared at the floor, taking a quieter meeker tone, “I wish I had known that you-- that we were…”

     “Does it bother you? I mean if you don’t feel that way, I won’t force you to--”

     “Dante…” You closed your eyes with a shy laugh, your voice growing quieter and quieter with each word, “I just wished that I’d known the guy I’ve been into for years has the same feelings back… That’s all.”

     He paused for a moment, listening to the quickening pacing of your heart, before softly setting his hands on your shoulders causing you to look back at him. Although Dante’s gaze is always softer when it comes to you; right now, his stare seems even gentler than normal. His brow was relaxed and he had a lazy smile tugging at his lips with a very faint purr emanating from his throat. Bit by bit, the two of you moved closer and shared a tender innocent kiss. 

     When he and you pulled apart, a smile tugged at Dante’s face at your flustered appearance, “You know,” he laughed, placing his forehead on your shoulder, “I just thought you were taking things at a snail's pace, babe.”

     “I- I didn’t know- I would’ve-” You shook your head, unable to come up with a cohesive sentence. 

     Using your flustered mindset to his advantage, Dante moved to sit on and straddle your lap. With wide eyes, you stared up at the smiling man. Cautiously, you ran a hand up his middle, making note of his skin felt underneath your fingertips. Even though you’d briefly touched his torso before, this was an entirely different ballpark. Your hand made its way to his neck and you very gently thumbed over his throat. 

     Once your hand was on the side of his face, you felt a sudden nervous feeling begin to spread throughout your limbs; you’d wanted to kiss him again but found yourself hesitant to ask. Thankfully, Dante was far from reluctant.

     The red devil leaned down and kissed you again, your hand still cupping the side of his face. These kisses were longer and more impassioned. Your hands clasped around the back of his neck, as he grabbed your waist allowing him to lean you backwards. A smile tugged at his lips as he began to bite at your lower lip, taking great care not to puncture your kiss-swollen flesh. Then he made his way down your jaw and to your neck, relishing in your uneven heavy breaths. 

     As he nipped at your neck, you slid a hand into his hair and grabbed the back of his head as you arched your back. Dante took this as an okay to bite a little harder, leaving a loving mark. When he was done, he set his forehead on the front side of your shoulder, laughing softly.

     “What’s up?” You raised a brow at his odd reaction.

     Dante’s voice was quiet, “I just really love you, so damned much.”

     A very small droplet of water hit your chest as you realized why he didn’t return to your gaze.

     “I love you too Dante,” You wrapped yourself around him, tightly squeezing him, “I have for a long time.”

     He copied your action, wrapping himself around you. Another laugh left his lips as he sniffled, placing his head beside yours. As you layed intertwined, you both began to drift off to sleep; staying interwoven until morning, a feeling you’d both yearned to experience for much too long. 

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ENDING NOTES: Cows are really cute and if you disagree, you’re wrong lmao. If you’ve ever pet a calf you’ll know they are just so cute and ugHHH (I was raised on a farm, we didn’t have cows but I did get to see them a lot because of family-related stuff; so I am biased over farm animals a bit. Plus it fits Dante’s DMC 4 cowboy vibe lmao) 🐻🧸🐻 Was gonna make this a smut fic. but I just wasn’t vibing with it so it kind of ends abruptly, sorry lol

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#devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #dmc #dante #dante devil may cry #devil may cry dante #dante x reader #dante x male reader #x reader #x male reader #oneshot #fluff #sorry this is a little rusty #been in a funk lately so I'm trying lmao #This has been in my drafts since like the beginning of August #and I was originally trying to have this done for my birthday on Aug 27th #but that obviously didn't work out lmaoo

[dobercorgis]

It’s spooky season so here are some webtoon recs

apologies in advance for the low quality images some of them are locked behind paywalls now (on the kr app the translated ones should be fine) and I was too lazy to go through all the chapters for the good panels

Ghost Teller- I’m so biased but this is one of my favorite webtoons. Summary in one line: ghosts go to therapy

Real summary: various ghosts (s1 is eastern ghosts, s2 is western ghosts) tell “human stories” (like how we talk abt ghost stories lol). the art is amazing, and all the episodes are all pretty solid. even if some stories are predictable you still feel for the characters (although personally I prefer s1 over s2)

Sweet Home- some of you might have seen it on Netflix but whether you watched it or not I highly recommend the webtoon (I have issues with the adaptation but that’s another story)

basically people suddenly start turning into monsters and the survivors of this apartment try to survive together. except the mc shows signs of becoming one of those monsters which creates unrest amongst the survivors. not going to get too into the monster part bc spoilers but the webtoon explores what people would do for survival so you get to see scummy ppl, kind ppl, all trapped together and try to survive 👍

the art style captures the story’s spooky/horror vibe so well. I didn’t include Bastard on the list (the previous webtoon the same author and artist worked on) bc it’s more of a psychological horror/thriller than creature? horror but if it sounds interesting or you liked sweet home I highly highly recommend Bastard as well.

+) There’s also a prequel called Shotgun Boy that’s more about the creatures’ origins

Surviving Romance- despite the title there’s little to no romance although it can probably be read as sapphic if you’d like. if you read makeup remover it’s by the same author. I’ve also seen some people compare this to orv but I can’t speak for that since I haven’t finished orv… haha

one line summary: mc gets isekai’d into a romance novel except it suddenly turns into a zombie apocalypse

long summary: mc is the mc of a romance novel but on the day she’s supposed to receive a confession from the male lead, there’s a zombie outbreak. she already read the novel so she knows the story and characters, but literally everybody that’s not the love interests don’t like her bc that’s how the mc of the novel was written. she finds out that the day resets when she dies but she doesn’t really care until someone she doesn’t know the face of saves her and she decides to find that person and make sure they make it out alive

even if you don’t like isekais (I personally don’t) it’s worth a try. it plays around the isekai premise well and the fourth wall moments were just *chef’s kiss* the impact of those moments especially when the webtoon was still ongoing was 🤌

the cast is primarily female characters, and despite the cast being on the slightly larger side, each of them are distinct from one another and the characters designs are very cute and colorful. overall it has an unique premise that it delivers pretty well on

Night of Shadows- kinda underrated tbh. mc has prophetic dreams, creatures from her dreams start appearing irl, and she’s the only one that knows how to deal with them.

mc is great. she’s strong, smart, and knows when not to give a fuck. the other three characters of the main cast are also pretty strongly established, and the plot and pacing are pretty good. this is the only one on the list that’s still ongoing (currently on hiatus after s1)

#did they rlly censor the middle finger? yes they did kr censorship just be like that sometimes #the webtoon fandom is so niche compared to mangas and anime fandoms so I don’t think this’ll reach a lot of ppl #but if you’re ever bored give them a try :D #I’m very aware these recs are me going dw just trust me #but please dw and trust me (not too much tho) #misu.txt #ghost teller #sweet home #surviving romance #night of shadows #webtoon

[cherryluvrx3]

Okita Sougo Not SFW Alphabet

Gender-neutral reader

CW: hard sadist/masochist dynamics. He’s gross and a freak, expect the extremes. Mentions of reader getting penetrated. Mentions of him having some nasty kinks.

Do people even care about Gintama anymore??? I just started getting into it and the lack of fics is heart breaking

I don’t even like hardcore sadism (on me) tbh idk why he’s my favorite but I love him soooo much my little Princess <3

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

There’s different kinds of sex that you guys have, sometimes just regular or standard stuff you’d have with any other guy but other times full on BDSM fantasies that would make 50 Shades Of Grey look vanilla. With that being said, the aftercare would depend on what type of sex you’ve guys had. If it was something incredibly taxing and rough on your body, he’d show you a rarely sweet side to him. His hands would be the gentlest ever as he washed you and soothed any bruises he might’ve caused on your skin. He’d clean and tidy up before tucking you into bed. If you mention how nice he was the next day he’d flick your forehead and change the subject.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part might have to be his face. He likes that his cute face hides his true nature well. But he’d also like his hands because they’re rough and calloused from all his training and hard work and they look so perfect wrapped around your throat.

On his partner he’d also like their face. He probably has a folder in his phone just filled with different expressions that he’s brought out of you. Faces of embarrassment, neediness, desperation, shyness, defiance, humiliation, and his favorites being ones where you look utterly fucked out of your mind and brainless.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He loves cumming both on you and in you. He sometimes has an inner battle on whether or not he should pull out.

Cumming inside gives him a hot, proud feeling knowing that he’s marked you in a way so intimately. He loves spreading you open and watching his cum leak out of you only to swipe it back up with his fingers and shove it back into you, reprimanding you for wasting the ‘gift’ he left you.

Cumming on you, your face specifically, gets him shivering in satisfaction. Nothing strokes his ego more than watching his beloved with his sticky cum dripping down their face. The fact it’s so borderline disrespectful is what really gets him off. The way you’re letting him do this to you. And the sinfulness of it all spreads to your everyday life. He can’t help but think about it while you’re talking to and treating others with a smile like those lips haven’t been coated and defiled with his cum.

He’s honestly a huge asshole and sometimes cums a bit on your hair on purpose because he knows it grosses you out and pisses you off.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s an undeniable fact that he’s the dominant one in your relationship. The thought of anyone trying to top him is honestly laughable and something he’d never allow.

But…

He has on occasion, let his mind wander to fantasies of what it would be like to submit to you. Especially if you’re someone he’s been with for a long time and genuinely trusts and loves. He has a hard time expressing his emotions without reverting back to his asshole ‘I don’t care about anything’ attitude. He wants to tell you he loves you so dearly and that he’d gladly give himself up to you entirely but he can never bring himself to admit it.

So force the words out of him. Force him to admit how much he belongs to you. How his body exists to be used to entertain and please you.

As fast as his mind conjures up these thoughts though, he throws them out the window even faster. He’s so wrapped up in his own pride he can’t even let himself fantasize in peace.

Another thing he enjoys about this scenario is the thought of revenge. After having his body ravaged and used by you, he’d imagine all the things he’d do to you to make sure you don’t forget your place under him. Giving out punishment when you actually deserve it tastes much sweeter and he'd be so excited to pay you back for everything you did to him and then some.

All hypothetical of course! He’d never tell you any of these fantasies. Only way this could happen is if you follow your own selfish desires to have him submit to you and really follow through. You can’t half ass it because even though it’s something he secretly wants, there’s no way he’s going down without a fight.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Depends on how old he is at the time. At 18 he has an idea of what he wants and the things he likes but at 24, he’s pretty experienced and has been around. Not really any serious or meaningful relationships, just ones with masochistic sluts who let him do whatever he wanted

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He has a lot of positions he likes and goes through but if he had to choose one… probably good ol’ missionary. Mainly because he’s on top and can see your face.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He technically does joke but it’s more teasing and mocking you then actually trying to be funny

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s well groomed, he doesn’t like it to be a mess but it’s not something he meticulously takes care of either.

His hair is slightly darker than the hair on his head.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

I guess it depends because like I said before there's different kinds of sex you guys have but usually, he’s not romantic. He’s just fulfilling his fucked up kinky desires.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

If he has a choice he’d prefer not to, he’d rather have you gagging and slobbering on him over his boring hand any day but if you’re not around or willing to, he’ll settle. He has pics of you to get him through it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Ohhh boy…

Jeez I actually don’t want to like… expand on all of them cuz we’ll be here all day.. so I’ll just list them lol.

BDSM, leash & collaring, pet play, spanking, roleplay, choking, exhibitionism, public sex, oral, marking, recording, humiliation, desperation, orgasm denial, bondage, toys, rough sex, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mind break, anal, face-fucking, cock worship, creampie, facials, saliva swallowing, spitting, corruption, degradation, discipline, objectification, crying, handcuffs, sensory deprivation, biting, breeding, wetting, piss drinking, watersports

I know some of these are gross but he’s a freak idk what to tell you I’m just being realistic 💀

I think it goes without saying but this is stuff he’s doing to you.

Also if you don’t like any of these that’s fine, he’s not gonna force it on you. I mean he’ll try to persuade you but if you seriously don’t want to then he won’t be seriously upset. It’s not like he needs all of these kinks to have sexual satisfaction, they’re just things he enjoys and gets off to.

Also.. remember his dirty secret? They’re things he wouldn’t mind you doing to him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Your apartment because it’s a space where you both could prep for some real crazy shit and clean up easily. Since he lives at the Shinsengumi headquarters, there’s not that much freedom or privacy you both could have there. He likes the thought of public sex but understands if you don’t. Plus he’s a cop so he shouldn’t really be doing scandalous things like that anyways.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Lots of things to be honest. He enjoys arguing with and pissing you off so that he could ‘put you in your place’ but he’s also a fan of when you’re obedient. He has a love/hate relationship with bratty types because he likes being in control but the thought of breaking you or forced submission is something he loves. Being super sweet and kind to him makes him think ‘ohh I have to ruin them..’ a sweet s/o would really bring out his corruption kink. Acting clueless to his sexual innuendos and advances will get him hot and he’d be more than willing to give a private demonstration.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

In early stages of your relationship, you dominating him is completely off the table, an absolute hard no. He has to build up his trust in you for you to be able to see such a vulnerable side of him.

Also, I’m kinda on the fence with this, I think he’d hate the thought of sharing you. He might like to show you off, like he’s done with walking that one girl on a leash down the street, but the thought of someone actually touching you would make him sick. He’s a very jealous person, he doesn’t mind people looking because he’s very proud to have you but he’s the only one allowed to use you. They can look, can’t touch.

Also scat and vomit stuff, that’s too nasty.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He lovessss receiving. If he could keep you on his dick 24/7 he would. He loves seeing your mouth stretched open around him while a mix of drool and precum leaks past your lips. The messier it gets the better, he gets so hot and bothered at the thought of ruining your pretty face, having it slick with a crude mix of spit and cum.

He’d totally slap you with his dick too lol like he’d pull out, give a few wet slaps to your cheek and lips before plunging back down your throat.

Oh yeah he’s a big facefucking enjoyer.

If you let him, he’d grab the sides of your head and use you like a fleshlight. He’d lock his legs behind your head and forcefully hold you down, choking you because he’s an asshole. As you struggle and cry he’d just resist the urge not to cum then and there.

Also like I mentioned in C, he loves cumming in and out of you. Usually he doesn’t warn you, you’re just gonna have to guess based on his reactions because he likes giving you evil surprises. Like boom cum down the throat and now you’re choking or boom cum in your eye. If you complain about it enough then he’ll start to warn you because he does feel just a bit guilty of seeing you in genuine pain and peril. Just a bit though.

He’s pretty skilled at giving but he doesn’t do it often. He makes it his personal goal to learn every little weak spot to drive you crazy, he wants to know you better than you do. So eventually he’ll become a pro at making you cum with his mouth but he just doesn’t do it much. It’s mainly like,, an entree or teaser before the real show.

In a situation where you're dominant though… SIT ON HIS FACE! FUCK HIS FACE! USE HIM!! He might cum untouched just from the aggression and thought of being used as an object hehe.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s a mix of it all and does whatever he feels like. Usually likes going fast and aggressive to overwhelm you but as soon as you’re about to cum he’ll slow down and mock your whines and begging for him to speed up. When you two are having a sweeter time together though, he’d go slow and deep, trying to enjoy and feel you as much as possible, kissing beneath your ear and neck and starting to speed up once he feels he’s about to cum.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s fine with them, he doesn’t particularly love them but they get the job done when he wants you and there isn’t much time. But he’ll usually prefer to thoroughly enjoy you. Might see it as a personal challenge to get you to cum fast but sometimes if he’s feeling especially mean he’ll go, “I have to be in a meeting in 5 minutes, if you can’t cum that’s your own problem.” And he actually will leave you high and dry.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

There’s a lot of things he’s into and willing to try. He’ll practically say yes to anything unless it changes the power balance between you too. Things like that might take some extra convincing and persuasion but he could also see it as ‘I scratch your back, you scratch mine’, if you want something from him, you’ll have to give up something in return. Wanna peg him? Then let him walk you with a leash so he could “potty train” you. A lot of times the odds are unbalanced but he’s hard to persuade otherwise.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can probably cum twice, three if he’s really energetic. He has good stamina from training and personal experience but he’s still only human. Most of the time is spent making you cum anyways.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Absolutely. He has so much shit with him you’d think he has a premium membership with the local sex shop. You don’t even know where he keeps it because again he doesn’t have much privacy back at the Shinsengumi headquarters since they have routine inspections but whatever. They’re pretty much all stuff he uses on you, he’s never really bought anything for himself/own personal use (like a fleshlight) and doesn’t really see the need to. He thinks toys should be used on his partner.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ABSOLUTELY!!! Being a massive asshole is his whole fetish. He on a daily basis thinks of shit he could do to piss you off or tease you. Seeing you in tears, whining and crying is like fuel to his existence.

If he ever managed to piss you off to the point of tears, part of him would feel guilty but the other part of him would show through the rock hard boner he has in his pants.

During sex, he’ll ignore his own needy cock if it means making you suffer more. Hell, he might even cum just from the teasing he does to you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s fairly vocal but it’s mostly degrading, mocking, teasing words or commands he’s barking at you. When he’s actually inside you he’ll try not to moan, mostly because he’s shy and a little embarrassed, thinking that moaning is a sign of being weak to how good you feel. He usually covers up his moans with more degrading words and dirty talk.

(If you ever managed to top him, he’d be a very bratty bottom. Talking nonstop shit to the point you gotta just gag him. Only take it off after successfully breaking him so that the only sounds he makes are fucked up babbles and whines of how much he wants to cum)

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Under normal circumstances it would be pretty hard to get him in a subspace or submissive mood but being incredibly loving and doting on him makes it hard for him to tease you. (This is something that would only work if you had been together for a while and he really loved you)

Late at night, laying in bed with him, start placing kisses on his neck and caress his body. If he asks what you’re doing just say “I’m just trying to give you some love,” and go back to smothering him in affection. It’s hard for him to accept at first and his natural instinct is to take control of the situation but if you stay strong and confident through it, by the end you could be on top of him and maybe he’d end up in tears by the overall intensity and intimacy of it all.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s about an average size in length but is a bit on the thicker side. His tip is pretty well pronounced too. Not super veiny- actually he had pretty much only one thick vein you could easily see on the side. It’s a slightly tanner color than the rest of his skin and the tip gets reddish when he’s close to cumming.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, he’s a young active guy who (I think) is a bit hypersexual. A lot of the time he’s capable of control and restraint but sexual thoughts plague his mind often.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends on how long you guys had been going for but usually since he has good stamina, he has enough energy to stay awake to clean up you and the area before he goes to sleep but if you’re topping him, he’ll probably be really sleepy and drained.

#gintama #gintama x reader #okita sougo #okita #sougo #gintama smut #smut

[inkrabbit]

I would like to request something fluffy with Mountain. Im giving you free hands on that lol. Also your writing is amazing!

you're sweet anon <333 tbh, I had this fic in the works before this ask and decided that it would be a great time to finish it

You hear the distant rumble of thunder, the soft pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the library following soon after. You had heard some of the siblings talking about there being a possibility of a thunderstorm, but you didn’t pay too much attention to it. Now you’re sitting here, kicking yourself for not even bringing a jacket.

Fine. You could always pack up now and run back to the main building; move your study back to your room. Slipping your bookmark into the center of the book, you close it and your notebook, piling everything into your bag. Now you understood why there weren’t any siblings in the library today when there had been a couple groups yesterday.

Right as you get to the door, you hear it getting worse. You glance outside, watching as the rain poured down, loud and heavy as it assaulted the ground. Of course. Of course this would happen. Lucifer knows how long this will go on for and you don’t want to chance the run from the library through the garden, worried the rain would soak through your bag and ruin your books.

You notice something outside, though. A large, dark mass sitting in the grass that surrounded the pathway back to the main building, tail swishing back and forth. You squint a bit, looking closer.

It’s Mountain, the ghoul leaning back on the palm of his hands, letting the storm wash over him. He’s completely soaked, his hair slicked back and clothes sticking to his body. You hesitate before you open the library’s large door.

“Mountain!” His ear twitches as he looks back at you. “Shouldn’t you be inside?”

He’s slow, pushing himself up and to his feet. His shirt droops, showing off his collarbone and the top of his chest as he slowly walks forward.

“Where’s your jacket?” he asks you, finally moving under the awning of the library. His body drips, soaking the already-damp ground below him.

“I didn’t think to bring one,” you confess softly. “But what are you doing out here? I would’ve thought Rain would’ve been out here before you.”

“Oh, he is!” He laughs softly, tail gesturing behind him. “He’s off by the pond, though. But with how hot and dry it was, the rain feels nice.”

You hadn’t thought of that. You knew he was an earth ghoul, but you didn’t even think about how the heat must’ve bothered him.

Mountain looks behind you. “You the only one in there?”

“Yeah. No one else came out,” you tell him. “I can see why now.”

“Want me to keep you company?” He takes a step forward, a kind smile on his face. You match it, stepping aside to make him room. He shakes himself out first, wringing his shirt out before he finally passes through the threshold. You let the door shut, following him back into the library as he looks around.

“Haven’t spent time in here in a while,” he comments softly. “I know Aether likes to read every now and then, but I couldn’t ever get into the books here.”

“None of them catch your attention?” He shakes his head.

“Not exactly my style,” he tells you. “It’s hard for me to sit still for long periods of time. At least while I’m drumming, I’m still doing something.”

You supposed it made sense as you follow him over to one of the tables. He pulls out one of the chairs, turning it around so he can straddle it, arms crossing the back as he rests his head on top. He gives you a lazy smile as he watches you settle into your seat, digging out your books.

“How about you read to me?” he suggests. “Entertain me while I dry off.”

“I thought you had a hard time keeping still?” you tease and he just laughs softly.

“Was kinda hoping you’d read to me like it’s a uh… bedtime story.” His smile in contagious as he stares at you through lidded eyes.

“You really want Latin as your bedtime story?”

His brows furrow. “Those books are written in Latin?”

“Yeah, some of them are.”

“Oh, man.” He seems so surprised now. “I thought you guys just like… read through the little satanic book and recited prayers. Not anything complex like this.”

“That’s like me saying all you do is just hit drums while you’re playing.”

“And somehow, you’re not technically wrong.” You two laugh together. “But you can’t forget my cymbals and everything else. Just having one drum would… be very sad.”

“Could you tell me more about it?”

He’s animated as you sucker him into talking more about the drums, and you notice how his tail flicks back and forth in excitement. He seems more alive as he talks about music and you love seeing him like this. You know he’s one of the calmest ghouls under Copia’s reign, and one of the most laid back. You love seeing him show so much emotion outside of the rituals.

“Wait… I’m probably boring you.” Truthfully, it breaks your heart when he stops, the light having gone out from his eyes as he folds his arms back on top of the chair’s backrest. “Sorry. I can get a little excited whenever someone asks me about music.”

“No, no! I love it!” You give him a smile, and while his hand isn’t on the table, you reach yours out in a supportive manner, resting it on the cold top. “Mountain, I just love seeing you like… that. It’s so different from how you normally are.”

The smile he gives you is small, almost bashful. “Music’s just a huge thing to me. People don’t normally summon earth ghouls. The last time someone did, it was…” He trails off in thought, racking his brain. “I think it was a mistake? And instead of blaming themselves, they got mad at me. Started yelling and hitting me...” But still, he gives you a smile. “That’s why I’m thankful Copia and the others are so kind. When I saw where I was being summoned, I was scared it was just going to be like last time.”

“Mountain…” He reaches out and across the table, gently picking up your hand and holding it in his own.

“People like you and Copia and the fans,” His tail still moving behind him as he gives you a squeeze. “it makes me think that everything I’ve gone through was worth it. Any stupid request or botched summon or even the weirdos. I wouldn’t trade any of it knowing it all led me back here.”

“I’m glad you’re here with us.”

“Me, too.” He doesn’t let your hand go, but he gestures his head towards your books. “Now, enough about my trauma. How about you teach me Latin?”

“You wanna learn Latin?”

“Sure! Think of it as a trade!” He holds his head high proudly with such a wide grin. “You teach me some things while this storm passes, and I’ll teach you the drums!” He falters a bit. “You know, if you want to.”

You let out a soft laugh. “Mountain, I would watch paint dry with you. Of course I would love drum lessons.”

#mountain #mountain ghoul #gn!reader #mountain x gn!reader #ghost #ghost band #request

[seasaltcosmos]

i know some of the fandom may be getting discouraged by the lack of news, but i just want to write this and tell y’all that even if we have yet to get that big “RISE OF THE TMNT RETURNS FOR SEASON 3,” we’re still on that path and our efforts HAVE bore fruit.

1. there’s been more and more attention surrounding rise. youtubers are watching it and talking about how good it is. (one guy in particular who made a really bad video on it admitted he knows it’s bad and said he’ll be making a new one in the future.) saberspark in particular- one of the BIGGEST cartoon youtubers- has admitted to rewatching the show 4 times because he thinks it’s that good. nick itself hasn’t been ignoring rise like i thought they would. they’ve actually given it just as much attention as 2012 and 03, which i have to give props for.

2. shredder’s revenge’s dlc confirmed that it’ll include alt color schemes based on other iterations of the turtles. and one of those schemes is the ones from rise. it isn’t the “weird different tmnt that no one watched” anymore, it’s getting attention even from an officially licensed, highly praised video game.

3. the comics are being rereleased next month in ONE big book. i’m not an expert on comic counterparts, but i don’t think nick or idw would’ve gone out of their way to rerelease a comic for a show “on pause” years later.

4. remember that little “meet n greet raph and leo” event at a london convention back in spring? you’d think for stuff like that, they would resort to the typical 1987 general brand representation designs. but nope, the costumes were specifically rise of the tmnt. an OFFICIAL event, using designs from an iteration considered “obscure and dead?” i can’t believe i haven’t seen more people bring that up tbh

5. there’s been a HUGE influx of rise merch in china. on top of the movie being released in theaters, they’ve also done cross promotion with snack brands, a nickelodeon (wanna say exhibit or park, i don’t remember) having a full display of them alongside other big nick icons, a new MOBILE GAME. and if there’s anything i’ve learned from “first lgbt disney chara” memes, western media companies LOVE china money.

6. again- NICKELODEON has noticed all of the attention on rise. i can’t confirm that it means they’re discussing more seasons right now as i type this, but it still means that all the work we’ve been doing has been worth it and there’s still a reason to keep fighting. the most attention they’ve usually given their short-lived series was an intro upload to youtube and maybe a couple clips. but they’re acknowledging rise as just as much a part of the franchise as their other “””more successful””” iterations, even if there’s no confirmation of more seasons yet.

we’re not at the end goal yet, but that doesn’t mean we haven’t accomplished anything. the show has been getting the attention it deserves. and we shouldn’t take all these little achievements for granted, because they’ll go a LONG way as long as we don’t give up. every art piece, every addition to the tags, every positive mention of the show gets more eyes on it. so don’t give up, keep fighting, don’t burn yourselves out, and let’s save rise of the tmnt! :D

#rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt season 3 #unpause rise of the tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles

[burinazar]

(idk who will care about this post but i think long schpiels on extremely specific Thoughts About Media is a major use case for tumblr so you’re getting it anyway) i think i wouldn’t at all have my feeling of disconnect re the rest of fandom’s* interest in Bondord if he had been a woman. this isnt a bizarre critique of some sort its just a funny thought about me and what i like. twisted inversion of motherhood with a mad scientist character feels like, the concept has More For Me than the same with fatherhood and would create more intrinsic interest in the character

*especially ‘my cohort’ — the contingent who seems to have similar predilections like fic/shipping activity and also much of the portion of the fandom that’s, like, adult women — largely those folks are big Bondrode fans and enjoy Guebon and i’m like, i relate to your habits guys but have very little interest in your man. (for those who haven’t heard me bitch about this before: i dont hate him but i have littlr interest in seeking out art or fic of him or anything and I’m kinda sad that he’s the only adult character who ever got like figures and nendo and stuff.)

hopefully no one takes this personally lol. hell, i don’t care if Bon fans think Belaf is boring! that is in fact vastly preferable to people who are randomly mean about my ships. please feel free to just ignore my favorite characters’ existence instead.

anyway like

if he’d shown up as A Horrible Science Woman and then the movie recast her into Also A Loving (But Still Horrible) Mother i’d probably like this chara much more. it’s not like because Ooh Evil Woman Hot or something. actually i think i still wouldn’t find her hot the way most of the aforementioned Bondord Enjoyers do. i pick up a new ‘character i think is actually hot’ very rarely and then they stay forever. i have very limited slots for that tbh. (also this is just me complaining now and no longer relevant but such characters tend to be pretty unpopular lol and have very little r18 content/fic available and generally this drives me to despair. i drew a picture about the top offenders once.)

it’s more..i think the fucked up inversion of motherhood is more intrinsically interesting to me than with fatherhood. it’s just a personal interest thing. i think that sort of thing is neat. if i ever bother to go watch chainsaw man it’ll be because i know that’s a thing that it gets into and many people like what it does there. also there’s how much i dig mapping parts of this show onto other parts (in fact this is already the context in which i do manage to find him interesting sometimes — the Riko Waz Bondird sliding scale of what lines you’ll cross is the one context in which i have a brain cell to focus on this guy lol.) and in that regard motherhood is part of the premise of the show and all and ways it can be inverted and fucked up is a big deal in my favorite arc even if this isn’t *why* it’s my favorite arc. so i think i’d also enjoy being able to make more parallels with it. even though the general parallel of ‘versions of parenthood’ is still available, i think bad mad scientist fathers are just a less intrinsically Oh Cool concept to me than ‘bad mad scientist mother.’ (Yes I Do Like Prospera Btw)

related: even though I love love love Waz and you guys know this, it also took a while for that to click into place after meeting him. but one time I saw Oriole’s girlWaz tenderly cradling one of the Irukos and i instantly realized that if he had been a woman and the visual of him with the baby and a knife had thus inevitably channeled inverted motherhood and dovetailed with the existing examinations of motherhood in the arc and in abyss as a whole, i would have loved him instantly instead of having to let my thoughts on him percolate.

#orphan hole tag

[chainofclovers]

Ted Lasso 3x3

Good lord. This episode was like being on the Scrambler at the fair. You know the one, you sit in the little seat at the end of a big arm like a spoke of a wheel, and the central machine spins steadily, but because of the position of the arms, and I don’t know, physics, you kind of get flung from point A to B, then B to C, then C to A again, but it’s a slightly different A than before, a slightly different spot, and it goes fast and your surroundings are blurry but then there are little moments when you land at each point where the movement pauses and you can see clearly, just in time to propel someplace new again. 

The Scrambler was always my favorite ride. I’m too chickenshit for huge rollercoasters, I get irrationally angry (terrified) if upside down, I don’t want to be splashed with water, etc., but also I’m not a baby. I liked being disoriented. And I think I really liked this episode. 3x1 and 3x2 were both awesome and I was cruising along feeling very aware of what show I was watching, and tonight I was absolutely watching the same show but the fucking great needle drops and the whole weird energy of the thing left me—to overdo the stupid metaphor—scrambled.

I can’t believe my last pre-s3 fic included Ted having bad feelings about Precious Moments figurines in a rental house and then it turns out actual Ted’s actual mom collects them!

(Weird bullet to start with? Well, I feel weird!)

The boys (adult men who coach AFC Richmond) just want Julie Andrews to boss them around and punish them. I get it. 😌

Ola’s! I’m so excited for Sam and I love the vibe of his restaurant and I love that he’s getting to do this communal, home-oriented endeavor that connects him to so many things about both Nigeria and the UK right as his football club is becoming a cult of personality. 

Everything with Tish was so unsettling. I love that Rebecca was trying desperately to play the whole thing for laughs, but then it was genuinely chilling. I have so many (strong) feelings about Rebecca and motherhood, and I’ve felt this whole time like it was incredibly important to her character’s journey that she is never going to be a mother, exactly, even though I’m just a human girl and I would love to see her stepmommin’. But tbh I am HERE for seeing what happens precisely because she was angry about the premonition, she didn’t bite back her feelings, she called the vision cruel. I’m going to need to rewatch and listen to every word that Tish says but I am! Losing! It! 

Zava is great as a device and I’m loving that Jamie isn’t having tantrums but is instead using his words (to great effect!). He’s standoffish but he isn’t being a total prick. And I’m very :eyesemoji: about these early morning trainings with Roy, and, you know, what purpose Roy is going to find there beyond helping to mold Jamie. I really like that most everyone else is very much not immune to Zava, and I like that there’s a logic to that—they’re winning, they’re thriving, they’re a surprise success story. 

I am obsessed with Ted’s obsession with Dr. Jacob and how he’s continuing to call him Dr. Jacob. I completely get why it’s so upsetting and bewildering. I would be a basket case. Also I think there’s something incredibly perfect about the terrible foot they start off on (restart, anyway), with Dr. Jacob doing the stupid Trump impersonation and just really putting his foot in it. I guess there could have been worse ways to choose to answer the phone, but it’s difficult to think of one! And Dr. Jacob might not get much screentime, but we get so much—the cringiness of the realization it’s Ted on the line. The cozy homey Kansas kitchen. The busy lived-in domesticity, interrupted. And then he’s in this fugue state for weeks, obsessing, and there’s Sassy. I kinda love that he tells her up front about Michelle and their ex-therapist; they clearly haven’t seen each other in a long time, and that’s the first and only news he thinks to tell her!? Yikes. 

Shandy! Yes. (And Roy wanting to do the interview. HELP.)

I have every feeling in the world about Colin and his boyfriend. I absolutely love—I mean, I hate it for him, but I love it for this story—that he’s seemingly secure in his sexuality in terms of understanding who he is, and is closeted because of the world he lives in. Colin and his absurdly noticeable car and hiding in plain sight among the casual gay jokes of the world he lives in. My heart was in my throat over Trent seeing them. My hope is that we’re going to get confirmation that Trent is also queer, and that all this is going to have something to do with the book he’s writing (hopefully in a good way rather than a horrific way!), especially since the audience hasn’t heard Trent pitch his book project and we really don’t know much of anything about the kind of story he’s looking for. TIME WILL TELL, I GUESS. 

I’m sure there are a million other things, but to be entirely honest my entire brain is just the words “shite in nining armor” over and over and over again. Maybe my brain will come back online tomorrow, or maybe it won’t come back until May 31, or never! Goodnight!

#ted lasso #ted lasso s3 spoilers #meta by me #ted lasso meta #ted lasso 3x3 #hot dork club #ahhhaapwoeifjaeslkfjeal;kjwel;kwjefr;lw

[piratesofthedarkwidesea]

So I’m just re-watching episode 3 and... I really love the scenes between Louis and Jonah and.. it just occurred to me how extremely human these scenes make Louis look? Like his accent getting all strong makes total sense in the context of him talking to someone from his youth, someone who is a Black man as well.

But it it also occurred to me this is the first (and only?!) time we really see Louis flirting? Like we’ve never seen him have this kind of confidence before? He was very much denying and fighting his homosexuality when he meets Lestat (you can see it quite explicitly in a couple of scenes, also him concluding this could never happen again after having sex with Lestat for the first time). But Jonah is somebody he is familiar with, someone he knows is also queer, plus it is already established there is some mutual attraction which is being rekindled. But it is Louis actively flirting with him. Asking if he remembers their shared youth [and their “early fumbles”], which is in part due to Lestat watching them, I guess, getting even with him in a way, calling him out on his “of course”. 

But but BUT what I really wanted to say (sorry for getting off track a bit there ahsdhoas) is... there is no vampire moves to it. There is no indication he’s reading his mind, influencing him in any way with his newly won powers (which he is also still rejecting to a degree at this point). Just some very human “do you remember” and “look at my cool car” (aiosdadhs Louis I can’t even 😂😂😂). It’s just so abusrdly cute and very deeply human in a way? 

And I do kinda see how Lestat is jealous here, because Louis has never been flirting with him like this. And he keeps telling Louis (and us) how much he wants Louis to explicitly say / show he loves him? 

I mean of course it is on the other hand very obvious how Louis wasn’t like that with Lestat when he met him. One part being him struggling a lot more with his sexuality and his shame about it there. But also Lestat is being very active in pursuing Louis. Louis describes it as being hunted (we’re gonna ignore the unreliable narrator level here bc I don’t wanna go this deep here - and also bc I do believe it in general terms, I guess). Like there are parts where we see Lestat taking it kinda slow, including Lilly there to ease Louis into it. But also then getting very insistent, basically jumping a distraught Louis who is in shock over the death of his brother (with he witnessed first hand, his mother blaming him for it etc.), not leaving him alone... But then here on the other hand also Louis isn’t being only passive here. I love how it is very clearly him initiating the kiss with Lestat after Lilly is out of the picture. All these nuances and complexities really are what makes their relationship so compelling I think!

And uh... I guess I also have some thoughts about Lestat courting Louis and Vampire Moves tbh (bc I introduced the absence of them in Louis flirting with Jonah) but this post is already so long 🙈 What it does probably boil down to though (not 100% sure bc I haven’t really thought this through yet). But, in my view, he isn’t even using his Vampire Moves much? Like yeah he is in Louis’ mind and showing some tricks but... more in a showing off way than in a manipulative way? Like whatever Louis is trying to tell us here, he is just really attracted to that French guy. He may also be repulsed by him in some ways (or maybe more by his visceral reaction(s) to him, hm, Louis?) but damn he wants to fuck that guy so bad it makes him look stupid. 

And yeah you might raise the argument that Lestat does use his Vampire Moves when he’s in Louis’ head, pestering him about how he is not gonna be ignored  right after Paul died. But he first walked up to him when the family were on their way to the cemetery and.. was pestering him in quite mundane ways there, you know? Like him being in his mind was driving it to a head a bit more quickly and dramatically maybe but... knowing Lestat he would probably also have been able to be an absolute pest, just showing up again and again, not taking no for an answer (and he basically does so in ep 6, doesn’t he?). So yeah Louis is talking about vampire bonds and mind gifts but... he attracted to him. Big time. I ain’t buying your angle here, Louis.

(Only that of course I kinda do, bc Lestat is a narcissistic manipulative shit in certain ways as well. And doesn’t take no for an answer. Neither in ep 1 nor in ep 6. But then ep 7... weeelll... layers and all 😅😂 But I hope you still get my point.) 

#interview with the vampire #musings #me watching stuff #whoa shit this got loooong #oopsies #lestat de lioncourt #louis du pointe du lac #jonah #louis #lestat #long post

[duckymcdoorknob]

May I please request a small iced tea with light ice? Any toppings! The names on that order areee Magna and Asta!! Thank you thank you!!

Oh my brain just exploded from this holy shit I’m so excited OMg omg omg

Big bro Magna time 😎😎😎😎

Be ready for f l u f f

@giggly-squiggily @rachi-roo hehe y’all would enjoy this

CW BELOW THE CUT: this do have some tickles in this tbh

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

Surely it couldn’t have been that big of a deal… could it? Asta didn’t think it was that serious, he just grew up a little bit differently than the rest of the Black Bulls. Why were they overreacting?

So what if had been been ten years?

Why is it such a shock?

Was he supposed to? It’s not like he could help it…

—

“This is stupid, we all know each other.” Finral whined, subsequently sipping from the cup in his hand.

“Right, but you don’t know each other,” Captain Yami answered with a click of his tongue. The burly man smiled, ruffling the spatial magic user’s hair. “Come back to me when you’re all closer.”

Magna scoffed as Yami disappeared, and Finral sat next to him, “So where do we start? This already sounds like torture.”

“Listening to you talk is torture enough.” The brunette spat back.

“Why you- I’ll show you torture.” The flame magic user hissed as he poked Finral’s side.

“GYAH! Magna! I sw-sWEAR to-“

“Shoot I wish I knew if I was ticklish.” Asta thought out loud, “Don’t think I’ve ever felt it, to be honest.”

“Are you serious?” Magna asked in utter shock, ceasing his poke attack on his teammate.

“Well, not never, but… “the manaless boy trailed off, deep in thought. “Yeah I honestly don’t think I’ve been tickled in like…ten years?“

Asta felt like he had just said a swear word by the amount of heads that turned to him.

It took all of the Bulls a good five seconds to process Asta’s words. Ten years? Ten? And he’d been with the Bulls for how long? How had he not fallen victim to Magna or Yami yet?

“What do you mean by that?” Gauche asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“I mean, yeah. I’m from a peasant village and I don’t have any magic. Not many peoples’ first thought is to reach out and tickle me.” The ash-blonde replied with an awkward chuckle.

“Just consider yourself lucky, shorty, Magna is actually the worst tickle monster.” Finral whined, clamping his arms to his torso with a look of fear in his eyes. The boy‘s eyes widened as he looked to the rest of the Bulls for approval.

To his dismay, the claim was proven true by their nodding. He turned to the mentioned tickle monster, who was sitting next to him.

“Asta, do you trust me?” Magna asked calmly, a patient smile tugging at his lips.

“Course I do. I trust you with my life.” The anti-magic user beamed at him, stars twinkling in his eyes.

“Okay then! Let’s find out where our chaos child is ticklish!” The bespectacled male cooed as he hovered over the now cowering Asta, who was sinking into the couch and giggling in anticipation. “Seems like he’s still ticklish!”

“Ahaham nohohot!” Asta whined, cowering away from Magna’s hands.

“I haven’t even touched you! How are you laughing?” The flame magic user teased, finally letting his hands descend gently on the boy’s torso. “I’m gonna try here first, okay?”

Asta nodded and watched as Magna’s hands began to squeeze at his sides. He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t disappointed when he stopped laughing. He wore a puzzled look as Magna’s hands came to a halt.

“Don’t worry! We just have to find your tickle spot!” The bespectacled male chimed, let’s try…. Here! Arms up!”

The ash-blonde obeyed, feeling fingers wiggling under his arms shortly after. He didn’t react, albeit a frustrated furrow of his brows. “Magna! What gives?! I’m broken!”

“Don’t give up hope!” The tickle monster roared, “You are not broken!”

“Yes I am! Finral said that you tickle everyone! You can’t get me to laugh, so the only explanation is that I’m br-ohohohoken!”

The flame magic user closed his eyes and chuckled, “Heh. Found it!” He sing-songed.

Magna had brought his hands down to gently pinch at the boy’s hips, eliciting the most vibrant laughter he had ever heard. “Anywhere else? What about your knees?”

“Mahahaybehe! Try ihihihit!” The ash-blonde cried out joyfully. “I’m not sure if it will work bUHUHUT- OHOHOHO NOHOHOHO! MAHAHAHAGNAHAHA!”

The Bulls watched in delight as their tough-as-nails problem child finally let himself relax. They could tell from his limp body that he truly did trust Magna, and that he knew his teammate wouldn’t push him too far.

“HYAHAHA MAHAHAGNAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Please what? Keep going? Move spots?”

“YEHEHEHES!”

Magna couldn’t help but smile at the adorable request, instantly obliging and gently digging into the boy’s ribs. Oops, sorry teammates…

Asta gasped before screamed protests leaked from his lips. His laughter was twice as loud, and he could only sink throw his head back and endure the full force of tickle monster Magna.

“Christ on a crutch, kid! What the hell are you doing to him, Mags?” Captain Yami’s tired voice sounded suddenly. Unable to hear over Asta’s booming laughter, the dark magic user simply sighed and sat between Finral and Vanessa, draping his arms around his two teammates, and observing the adorable scene in front of him.

Finral and Vanessa tried their best to explain, but some words were lost in translation over the anti-magic boy’s laughter.

When Magna gave the boy a breather, he had finally noticed his captain sitting in front of him. “Oh, hey captain! Just helping Asta remember if he was ticklish or not, it had been a loooong time. Not to worry though, his knees and ribs are killer!”

“Oh yeah? Is that the deal, kid? Mags finally gotcha good, huh?” Yami asked the panting boy before him.

“Yeah! It was fun! I thought I was broken at first, but then Magna kinda squeezed at my ribs and it was all downhill from there.” The ash-blonde replied hoarsely with a beaming grin.

“S’that so?”

Uh oh.

Asta didn’t trust the mischievous tone that his captain had…

Before he could even think about running away, Yami had pulled Asta into his chest with a roar, digging into his ribs and eliciting thunderous laughter once more.

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

#java jive #black clover #magna #magna swing #asta #asta black clover #black clover asta #black clover magna #magna black clover #magna and Asta #they are homies #black clover tickle #t content #lee!asta #ler!magna #ticklish!asta #anime #anime tickle fic #anime tickle

[tohisprettyc00l]

I’m here for two toh matchups ^^

I have short, chocolate brown hair, pasty skin, a small button nose, heterochromia eyes that are green and hazel, long boney fingers, a thin body with long legs, and some freckles on my cheeks.

I usually wear hoodies and sweatpants, but I also have some Goblincore/fairycore outfits as well

I’m calm and collected most of the time, and extremely observant, I also observe people’s body languages and can tell how a person feels easily.

I like collecting rocks and cute trinkets, choker necklaces, pendants, rings, anime, kids shows, cats, being alone, daydreaming, music, long car rides, nerdy things like science and physics, marvel, DC, a show called ‘The Hollow’ on Netflix (if u haven’t seen it u should check it out it’s super good and incredibly underrated), playing video games, writing, nature, swimming, taking care of plants, helping people, Halloween, rain, the smell of the morning dew, waking up late, the smell of Christmas, Pokémon, history, etc.

Disabilities: Anxiety, depression, ADHD, selective mutism, PTSD.

I never usually talk unless I have to, and I mostly just nod or shake my head.

I love solving puzzles, and I’ve been told I’m very smart, usually getting A’s and B+’s

I know karate and I can fight with a staff

I collect crystals among many other things

I am very anxious when I’m out in public, and I tend to fidget slot with my hands

My gender: Gender-fuild, but I prefer they/them

My sexuality: Pansexual, Polyamorous,

My age: 16

If you don’t mind, I’d prefer 1 male match up and 1 female match up

I match you with: Hunter Noceda!

-While 'calm and collected' might not seem to go with Hunter, you'd actually be wrong. Get him out of a life-threatening situation (Let him chill for more than five minutes I'm begging you) and he'll be pretty fucking chill.

-I feel like when Hunter was getting used to the whole "not being a child soldier" thing, he started observing how people acted to get a better understanding of the outside world.

-Hunter watches shows made for teens and kids and you can't convince me otherwise. He's making up for his lack of TV past.

-Hunter spends half his time daydreaming tbh. Now about you sdjkh-

-He likes going on walks and looking at nature (we have certain plant witch to blame for that.) So he's 100% down to just chill outside with you and/or talk about nature with you.

-Since you wake up late he's always made you breakfast before you wake up.

-Y'all both get hella good grades. (Please give your grades to me)

-Hunter also fidgets around a lot when he's nervous.

-He has 10/10 fighting skills.

I also match you with: Willow Park!

-Damn you got both the members of Huntlow.

-goblincore and fairycore are just on the opposite sides of nature and plant aesthetics. And Willow loves any nature-themed looks.

-A big part of personality is being calm and collected, For better or for worse. (The whole I can do this thing)

-Willow has a bunch of rocks all over her room. not even out of her love of nature she just likes how rocks look.

-Willow loves types all types of jewelry. She may not wear much but she does like the look.

-She likes slice of life animes.

-When she has free time she likes writing, specifically poetry.

-Again she loves nature and taking care of plants,

-The vibes of rain are everything to her.

-Willow not only is good at fighting but she also is strong as fuck. She would love to train with you.

I hope you like this!

#toh x reader #the owl house x reader #hunter x reader #golden gaurd x reader #hunter toh x reader #toh hunter x reader #willow toh x reader #willow park x reader #willow x reader

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TSITP S3 Predictions

@mesillusionssousecstasy

Thank you!!! I took a while to really analyze things.

So my predictions for s3 based off my previous post would be this.

I believe were going to get a full season or close to a full season of jelly really in love. I think we are going to see them in a loving relationship as a campus couple , I think were going to get povs from Belly, Jere and people around them. I think their going to be happy for at least half of it or more than half of the season.

I don’t know much about the books but me being in this fandom for a bout a week now, I’ve seen a whole lot 😭😂

I know sort of what goes down in book 3. I gotta be honest that’s something I dint want to see because if would completely destroy Belly and Jeres characters. ( tbh I feel like it came left field in the books from what I know but that just my personal opinion)

I don’t think major conflict is going to happen untill close to the end of the season if any. The reason being the best stories are always built up really good just to term em down 😭.

I think people need to watch this as an adaptation and not a direct copy of the books too. I read something about Jenny wanting to change things for the show , and tbh I think thats great in this case of a love triangle story because its like a alt universe of the original. ( At least thats how I see adaptations anyway 🤣)

I think Jenny Han has things up her sleeve that probably haven’t even happened in the books , to bring a new life to the story or like a “what if” this could happen sort of thing.

I think possible themes of conflict could be any of these:

-Cheating ( which as of rn I don’t think would be implemented just yet, I’m not ruling it out though )

- Job opportunity difference / moving or something that is needed obligatory event and they’d have to split (long distance)

-Some random conflict in cousins

- A proposal /engagement but cold feet in the end

- An important character maybe gets misinformation and the pot gets messy and insecure feelings resurface

- Belly gets pregnant 👀 ( that would be so crazy tbh)

The possibilities are actually endless here. I think their relationships will be tested. I think were going to see how strong they are together. (Jelly)

s3 will be a mainly a jelly season , I think bonrad will have moments as well but more of the kind where conrad’s like “ Im happy for you” (actual character development)

I think Conrad will have a new partner and it might be going well like picture perfect ( at least from the outside) and Belly might get upset ( not because she misses being with con but because she might feel a lil silly for still letting him get to her like he does)

She might get conflicting feelings that resurface because lets face it Con put her through some trauma so ofc she is allowed to feel a certain way even if she is in a loving relationship.

I think were going to maybe see new sides of everyone because were reaching that in-between weird young adult/ still feeling like a teen stage. I think everyone going to have something happen to their characters that’s different from s1 and s2, essentially s3 will be a set up season a clam before the storm to take a break from how emotional s2 was.

If Jenny Han truly wants a bonrad endgame shes goinging to have break up jelly so badly they cant come back from it and that would be so so sad to see. Cons they spent most of s2 rebuilding everything.

( This is not what Susan would want either, her wish is that they all stay together )

Because if Belly were to get back with Con after everything after s2 I think that would be worse than her being with a completely different partner because of their history.

UNLESS there is a long as hell break for them all. Something would need to happen that major that splits the group apart. And may after some years after everyone went their separate ways they all rekindle, Conrad comes back as a better person etc . Thats the only way it could work ( But tbh even thats a reach)

So as of right now anything is bound to happen but what I do know for sure is that s3 ( if we get it) at least for the first half of it is going to be so wholesome and cute. I cant wait to see an actual healthy on screen relationship for once 😭

#tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #team jelly #team bonrad #belly x jeremiah #belly x conrad