#and then proceed to sit another 3 thinking about how to respond

[mistysblueboxstuff]

does anyone else need several business days to process when someone says something nice to them or is that just me

#I'll literally be sitting there for an hour thinking i don't deserve it xD #and then proceed to sit another 3 thinking about how to respond #I hate it lol #personal #not art #text

[makeadealwithme]

Not Like This

Summary: Steve's surprised when you try to kiss him at a party, and he scrambles to tell you how he really feels.

Author's note: took some inspo from New Girl (iykyk), slightly angsty with a sweet ending. Can you tell I love friends-to-lovers?

Warnings: cursing, mentions of drinking/party, love confessions. use of y/n, she/her pronouns.

Word Count: ~6.1k Thank you all <3 ___________________________________________________

You and Steve are sitting outside on the curb, a little bit away from the noise and chatter of the party, splitting a cigarette between the two of you with knees pressed against each other. You lean your head onto his shoulder, it feeling too heavy to hold up any longer. "Shit Steve, I don't think this is helping me sober up," you complain, fully aware that you drank a little too much tonight and that it was going to take a lot more than a cigarette to clear your head.  

Steve chuckles, shoulder shaking underneath you while he tosses the butt to the side. “Just how many drinks have you had huh?” He pokes an elbow into your side in jest.  

“Not as many as you, Harrington.” You retort. You hear him scoff above you. 

“Yeah, but you’re a lightweight, so it’s like...double as bad or some shit.”  

It was your turn to scoff back. “Hey! You were the one who said a party would cheer me up.” You start doing a mock impression of Steve from earlier - “Come out with me y/n, blow off some steam, it’ll be fun I promise you.” 

“Hm, did I say that? Doesn’t sound like me,” he responds sarcastically before taking a breath. “I’m sorry you’ve had such a shit day," he said turning into you a little bit more, temple resting on the top of your head, voice going soft. "Ready to tell me about it?" He knows that now is the right time to ask, when your defenses are down and when your lips are a little loose.  

It practically spills out of you as you proceed to tell him about the shitty customers at work, how your coworkers were all out so it was understaffed, how Robin ditched your lunch plans and didn’t answer when you called her, quickly skating over the fact that when you called Steve too it also went to voicemail. You tell him that when you went home, your dinner was cold and half eaten on the counter with a note left by your brother that he was sorry but he was just so hungry and had no time to get his own food and he just couldn't save it for you. To top it off, Jackson Peters rejected you about two hours ago, and proceeded to make out with another girl over on the couch, even though he swore he wanted to take you out next week. You kept rambling, talking about how you felt alone, you felt pretty unloved, and now you were at a party full of people who barely acknowledged you so you decided to drink it away (per Steve’s suggestion, you remind him), which lead to you sitting on the curb outside with him (which you thank him for) and you tell him you'll be over it by tomorrow but if you could both just sit there a little longer that would be much appreciated. Steve stays silent for a moment, unsure if you were finished talking or planning to continue, but once he's sure he wraps his arm around your back, pulling and shifting your body into him, your legs half coming over his, and he just hugs you. You feel his hands glide over your back, warming you gently.  

"I'm sorry about today. I'm sorry the party didn't help. I'm sorry I didn't pick up when you called..." he trails off and you feel him take in a deep breath, you do the same, albeit yours a little shakier "I swear I'm always here for you, I want to be, I swear." 

 "It's ok Steve. You are. It was just a lot today, I’m fine, really," you breathe out, trying to add a little laugh to your voice. He nods and you feel his hands go to rest on your shoulders. 

“Ok but seriously, you’re upset about Jackson Peters? Haven’t we been over this before - you could do so much better; you know that right?” Steve’s voice sounds pitched but he follows it with a cheeky grin and laugh that causes your chest to swell.  

“Ugh Steve c’mon that’s not true,” you couldn’t stop it from coming out whiny, a small giggle escaping along with it.  

“It totally is true! The kid failed his driver's test three times y/n, did you know that?” 

“What! No way, Steve, you’re being mean” you tease him.  

“I’m just telling the truth y/n! I'm never letting you get you get in car with him.” 

“That would’ve been years ago!” 

“I don’t even know how you do that, even Max can drive better.”  

You turn to look him in the eye, an incredulous look on your face.  

“...Three times?”  

“Three times.” 

You think for a moment, Steve swears he can hear the cogs turning in your head. “Alright... I guess I’m not too upset about that then.”  

“That's my girl!” Steve beams. As he says it, he goes to tickle your sides, causing you to squeal and squirm in his arms. Both of you erupt into drunken laughter, so much so your eyes are watering. You mutter 'unbelievable’ to him, with an extra playful hit to Steve’s chest for good measure as you both settle back down. You’re closer than before, almost in his lap, with his head resting on top of yours and arms wrapping around you. The closeness, the warmth, the comfort, is going straight to your head and making it feel fuzzy. You know your inhibitions were lowered, judgement a little off, but you just couldn't help it as you turned your head upward, eyes on his neck. You press a gentle kiss to the bottom of his throat, pausing for a second. He doesn't turn away. It emboldens you as you move higher and press another one to his neck, this time a bit firmer, more noticeable. Feeling courageous, you let your lips trail up to his jaw and you tentatively place one there. You're surprised again when he still doesn't move. You two have never kissed before, not like this, nothing more than a kiss of the cheek goodbye as friends would. You don't dare open your eyes as you bring your hand to the other side of his face, lightly pushing his chin towards you as you kiss along his jaw, nearing so close to his lips. You never look at him but you swear you can hear him sigh a little in your ear, throat swallowing roughly, jaw opening slightly. You shift your body into him as you place a final kiss near the side of his chin before you feel him grip your hips and abruptly push you off him, firm but kind, and he quickly leaps up off the curb. You're struck by surprise, brain still working a little slow and your hands still held like they were on him. However, the realization hits you like a wave as your eyes widen in shock and words start tumbling out of your mouth "oh...fuck, shit, oh my god Steve... I - " 

 Steve looks just as panicked as you and starts spewing words out at the same time, reaching out to you. "No, no! Oh my god, shit it's fine I'm not upset or anything I just can't, I'm sorry... I just - " you stand up, the humiliation burning, all you want to do is run away from him.  

"Steve I'm so sorry I didn't mean to... I just... I just – shit! I'm sorry I'll go, I'll go," you say, pushing past him and walking back towards the house. Steve follows after you for a few steps, his long legs quickly catching up to you as he clutches your arm and turns you to look at him  

"No y/n you don't have to go, please. I didn't mean to push you off like that, I liked it – fuck! -I mean, I just meant..." 

 "No Steve stop. I swear I didn't mean to cross a line."  

"N- no you didn't, I want to, I do, just not like this - I won't let it - it can't happen like this." He's weaving around you trying to look you in the eye and make you hear him, but you’re already turned away and wrenching your arm from his grip, rushing to the house to disappear and be swallowed by people. You feel hot in the face as a dose of shame and embarrassment come over your body "god I'm so stupid oh my god" you chant to yourself in your head, how could you let your feelings come to the surface like that? Steve was your best friend, your best fucking friend, and now you've gone and screwed it all up.  

 As you make your way back into the party you head straight for the drinks, picking up whatever shooter was left over and downing it. You snag a can of beer in your hand too, thinking it might prolong a buzz to stave off the guilt. You quickly glance around the party, looking for Robin or Nancy or anyone else that you knew, but your eyes fixated on the tuft of long brown hair peeking through the crowd frantically making its way closer to you. "Shit" you mutter, you can't face him yet, and you quickly turn and make your way out the back door, through the garden, to the side gate and slipping through before anyone noticed. Your pace is fast as you make your way down the alley, out on to the street and you start in the direction towards your house, knowing you'll have to walk fast if you plan on making it home anytime soon. You're thankful the night wasn't chilly, you're thankful Hawkins was (generally) safe and quiet, and you stuck to the shadows of the main roads hoping that Steve wouldn’t pull up behind you. The entire walk home images flashed in your head of Steve, you felt his warm neck against your lips, his strong hands on your back, the coldness when he separated you. You shudder in shame. You couldn't help but feel some tears prick in your eyes, but you quickly blinked them away. It was frustrating, the way your thoughts seemed to drag through your mind. You settle for woefully drinking the stolen beer as you kept walking home, hoping it would put out the burn in your gut.   

It wasn't much later after you got to your house that Steve drove down your street, sober and stressed about you. He spent the whole drive home searching the sidewalks, hoping you weren't still walking, hoping you were safe. He felt so stupid for pushing you off - he admits to himself he almost didn't. Your lips felt like hot fire against his neck, he swore he could still feel the lingering heat. He never expected this from you, thinking you were content with your friendship. So, he never made a move even though he knew he wanted to - he certainly planned it out in his head all the time. He felt like a teenager daydreaming about his first crush. He thought about sweeping you off your feet, some simple but meaningful declaration of love on his lips, he thought about you saying it back too. It didn’t matter where to him - on his front porch, your backyard, the front seat of his car, or on your couch late at night after a movie – it just mattered that it was you and that it was a place you both shared. He certainly didn't envision it happening on curb, you a little too drunk and pissed off after a bad day, and him, not quite with it himself outside of a stranger's house, cigarette smoke on his breath and a waft of some other girl’s perfume on his clothes from earlier in the night. He never saw it like that, and it caught him off guard. The guilt bubbled in him, he never wanted to upset you.   

As he neared your house, he peered out his car window and saw the light in your bedroom and the singular shadow moving through the curtain. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, just glad that you made it home ok. He sits for a moment, debating if he should go up to the door. In the midst of his battle, he sees the light flicker off. His lips purse together, slightly cursing himself for being a coward as he starts to quietly roll down your street, time for him to go home as well. I'll talk to her tomorrow, he thinks to himself, he sees you every day anyways.  

The next morning.  

It's early. Maybe a little too early after last night when Steve rings your doorbell, nervously mussing with his hair. To be honest, he probably should've thought more about what he was going to say but it didn't matter, he just knew he had to see you. Maybe take you out for breakfast and help cure the hangover he was sure you had. He stands there expectantly but his face falls to a frown after about a minute passes, so he rings the doorbell again. He listens intently, not hearing any movement. Checking his watch, he silently curses to himself for being an early riser (he knew you weren't) and waits another minute. There’s a fleeting thought that you might be avoiding him, but he runs it off with the hope that you’re just sleeping. Debating whether to ring the bell one more time, his watch catches his eye again. Maybe he should wait an hour? His brain was having a hard time being logical, only driven by wanting to see you. He stood at your door and convinced himself that maybe breakfast after a night out probably wasn't such a good idea, and that he probably should let you sleep, and that you'll probably come visit him at work later (like you always do) and maybe you two can grab dinner after or something. Yeah, sounds like a plan, he thinks. So, he leaves, drives off, and tries to push out the gnawing feeling in his stomach that something feels off "probably just the hangover” he mutters.   

It's the afternoon as Steve and Robin putter about the video store, putting away movies and recounting the stories from last night. "Steve, where were you? I was totally making a fool of myself right in front of Vickie, I told you I couldn't be left alone at parties." Robin groans, sticking her head around one of the shelves she was stacking. 

"Uh yeah sorry, must've been outside with y/n, needed to sober up," his apology was flat, his mind still caught somewhere else. Robin stops for a minute, choosing her next words carefully. 

 "You two were alone?"  

“Mhm” Steve nods his head, eyes avoiding Robin’s.  

“And...did anything happen?” 

"What? No! ...No" 

 "You sure about that? You’re sounding pretty defensive Stevie" 

“Jesus Robs what’s with the interrogation huh?” He turns to fiddle with the stapler at the desk. 

“Steve cut it out. You’ve been acting on edge all day, there’s clearly something you’re not telling me.” 

Steve breaks. Honestly - he can't hide anything from Robin. He recounts the whole moment, albeit keeping some of the details a little loose, and how he drove around last night for you, and how he stopped by this morning to see you and there was no answer, and finished by pointing out the fact that you would’ve stopped in by this point in the day and you haven’t yet. “Don’t you think that’s weird? Like, she’s definitely avoiding me, right?”  

Robin takes a second to internally sort out her feelings. Part of her was exploding, because she’s been rooting for the two of you to get together for what felt like forever, and part of her was restraining herself from smacking Steve upside the head for fumbling so hard. She knew you as well, knew how sensitive you could be and knew that yes, you were definitely avoiding him right now.  

“You absolute idiot.” Robin would admit later that no, that probably wasn’t the right choice of words for this exact moment. The smack on the head that she couldn’t stop herself from delivering with it maybe wasn’t the best choice either. 

“Seriously?! What did I do to warrant that?” Steve exclaims. 

“Steve, she made a move on you. That takes a lot of guts alright? You could’ve at least tried to let her down easier.” Steve’s face contorts in confusion at her words but when he goes to speak Robin cuts him off again, “Plus you’ve literally been crushing on her for forever, I thought you wanted this. I don’t get it!” She doesn’t realize how loud her voice is getting.  

“I do Robin! I do! Just not like that, y’know? And I didn’t mean to let her down badly, ok? I didn’t mean to let her down at all. It’s just, well you know how bad I am with words Robin and I was caught off guard. I didn’t think it would happen like that. You get that right?”  

“‘Just not like that.’ Since when did you get so precious about how you kissed girls Steve? She was literally right there on top of you... Are you feeling alright?” Robin lurches forward to Steve, trying to feel his forehead in a half joking, half concerned way. He swats her hand down.  

Robin takes a step back, shit eating grin on her face. “Dude, you’re like...in deep huh?” Robin's eyebrows are practically in her hairline. Steve thinks she looks far too amused for her own good. He groans in frustration practically collapsing on the counter in front of him. Forehead against the cool surface, he grumbles, “what the hell am I going to do.”  

“I don’t know what you’re waiting for Steve. You gotta apologize, and tell her how you feel. In full sentences this time. Don’t let her get the wrong idea again,” Robin tries to soften her tone as best as she could but she’s not sure she achieved it. “Dingus” she mutters as she saunters off to help the customers that walked in. Steve wallows the rest of his shift.  

He drives home in a daze after work, his thoughts a jumbled mess and still reeling from his conversation with Robin. He decides not to stop by your house again, being careful not to bother you too much and make things even more awkward, and tried to call instead. He reaches for his phone in the kitchen, dials your number automatically and waits, leaning against his counter. He hears it ring over and over again. No answer. His frown deepens ever so slightly. Maybe he typed the number wrong? So he tries you again with no luck. He feels a slight ache in his chest, some small upset feeling that sure reminds him of being homesick. 

Pushing the thoughts aside he tries to keep himself busy for the rest of the night until he sleeps, repeating over and over to himself that you were probably just tired, didn’t want to leave the house today, were working late, hanging with some other friends, something, anything to explain your absence. Steve barely slept that night, hearing phantom phone rings in his sleep. This was weird; even in your worst arguments you would still talk to him, still pick up when he called. Any day you didn’t see each other you would both end up saying goodnight over the phone anyways, and he’s reluctant to admit how much he loved it. He loved hearing you wish him goodnight, soft and sweet; he swore he slept better those nights than any others. 

The second day was even worse. 

It's nearing the end of another shift at Family Video and you still haven't shown. Steve can't help but let a frown slowly settle into his face with each passing minute. He would feel that gnawing feeling in his stomach creep in, anxiety filling his mind, as he replays the scene over and over again. Steve was restless all shift and it pissed Robin off, watching him pace around the store, tap his foot while waiting behind the desk. He kept looking at the clock and snapping his head every time the door opened.  

“Steve cut it out, seriously,” Robin whined at him.  

“I can’t Robin, I won’t stop thinking about it. What if she’s really not ok? For Christ’s sake, she won’t even answer the phone.” He’s almost spitting the words at her, sick of having to explain himself over and over.  

“Why don’t you try calling her from here? She might pick up since she knows you're at work?” Robin has been trying to help all morning. First it was helping Steve write a speech (before he tore it all up), then it was running him around the store to burn off energy (he was still agitated afterwards), and now Robin seems to have found a suggestion that might actually stick. 

Steve mulls it over in his head, “why don’t you call? She might talk to you more than me.” Robin wordlessly picks up the phone and dials as Steve recites your phone number to her. There is a tense few moments, Steve pressed up close to Robin’s face listening for the rings of the phone. After about 4 times through he is about to pull away before he hears a faint ‘hello?’ come from the other end. 

“Y/N! Hey, it’s Robin...”    

“Hey Robs, what’s going on, thought you were at work?” Steve was practically suffocating Robin at this point to hear your voice. He couldn’t tell how you sounded through the phone. Robin shot him an annoyed glance and tried to take a step back.  

“Yeah, yeah I am. Just got bored, was wondering if you wanted to stop by? Haven’t seen you in a few days...” Robin keeps her voice light as she shares a look with Steve, he practically freezes in place, holding his breath so to not make a sound.  

“Oh... Right, yeah...” he hears you pause over the line, “listen I'm sorry but I don’t think I’ll be able to make it in... busy today.” You trail off for a second, guilt creeping up in your throat for brushing your friend off. But you knew that if you went to see Robin, you’d also see Steve, and that made your stomach turn with anxiety.  

It was at that point that Steve couldn’t contain himself any longer, snatching the phone out of Robin’s hand and turning away from her as she yelped out a short, “Hey! Give that back Steve!”  

He presses the phone to his ear, half expecting you to have hung up by now before he gives a breathy “Y/N, hey, it’s me, Steve, can we talk?” The question comes out awkward and he mentally curses at himself. It’s silent on the other end before the line clicks and goes dead. He stares at the phone in surprise. “She - She just hung up on me,” he turns to face Robin again, “didn’t even say a word she just hung up!” 

“Ok look,” she grabs Steve by the shoulders, “she’s definitely avoiding you but she didn’t sound too chipper on the phone with me either so like... She's just having a bad day?” Robin really is trying her best to convince him. 

“No no this isn’t like her Robin you know that! God, she’s probably so pissed at me. What if we’re not even friends anymore!” Steve is breaking into a full on panic, hands coming up to roughly drag over his face in agony.  

“Steve, it’s fine, she’s not just going to stop being friends with you. You just have to talk. She probably thinks that you don’t want to be friends with her anymore. Got it?” Robin starts nodding her head, hoping Steve will mirror her and do the same, making him believe it too. She releases his shoulders, turning to start sorting through the stack of videos piled up on the counter. Steve just stares off into space, mind racing about you.  

As soon as the clock hits the hour, he tore out the door, driving straight to your house. He walks a little too hastily to your doorstep, ringing the doorbell rapidly a few times and then knocking the door for good measure. He waited for a minute (ok, 30 seconds) before trying again. He saw the lights on in your house, he knew you were there.  

"Hey listen it's just me, are you in there? I really think we should talk, please?" he called out, desperate, nose buried against the door. No answer still. “I’m not leaving until you answer Y/N, please!” He pleads again, waiting. He paces outside for (actually) 5 minutes, before huffing to himself and starting to walk around the side of your house. He knows your house well, from games of hide and seek as kids to sneaking in and out of it when you were teenagers. He also knows that you’re terrible in remembering to lock the back door. He peeks through the front windows, checking for you before opening the side gate and passing through the backyard. With one last look through the back he goes to turn the back door handle, it giving way and popping open immediately. A gratified huff leaves his chest as he sticks his head in the door, eyes searching the kitchen. “Y/N? Are you here? I’m coming in the back door,” he warns, stepping over the threshold. At that moment he hears rapid footsteps over the top floor and descending the stairs.   

“Steve! What the hell, you can’t just break in to my house!” You yell at him, feet flying fast across the main floor. Your eyes meet and you stop abruptly, leaving your kitchen island between the two of you. He takes you in for the first time since the party, dressed in comfortable sweats and hair loose and messed from your bed’s pillow. He thought the skin around your eyes looked a little red and raw but he wasn’t sure. He didn’t expect his heart to skip a beat at the sight of you.  

“I know I know, but you weren’t answering the door!” He says defensively arms gesturing wildly, “And I’m sick of you avoiding me - and don’t say you aren’t because I know you are.” His voice is more raised than he intended, but he felt like he was bursting at the seams, overwhelmed from not seeing you for days.   

“That doesn’t give you a right to break in Steve! I wasn’t answering the door because I don’t want to see you. I thought I was making that pretty clear.” You didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but you still felt awkward around him, the shame causing you to lash out. You were both circling the island as if you were playing a game – him, taking a step closer to you and you taking a step back each time he did.  

“Listen, please, I’m sorry about the other night, I’m not mad at you or anything ok...you know I’m not mad right?” it all comes out more stuttered than Steve intended, but he figured if he didn’t start talking the words might never come out. You cut him off quickly, wanting to end whatever conversation he was trying to force.  

“You don’t have to apologize for anything, seriously. I’m the one who’s sorry ok, I’m so sorry,” you change your direction and start moving towards him, slowly herding him out the kitchen and towards the front door while you keep speaking. “I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what I was thinking, I think it was just the end of a bad day and you were there and so close and it was so shitty of me Steve.” He sees the tears welling in your eyes and tries to interrupt you but you carry on, “I had a few drinks in me and wasn’t thinking straight. It’s not an excuse it’s just what happened and my head got all confused. Really, I crossed a line and I’m so sorry Steve.” He noticed you reach around him towards the front doorhandle, he almost goes to stop you but couldn’t find the courage to do it. “I’m just not ready to talk about it ok? I need some space, just to sort my head out a bit, figure out if I can keep being friends with you.” It sounded more mournful than you intended, part of you already believing that your friendship has ended. He watches you take a shaky breath and open the door. He tries to fight you, put up some sort of protest, but the tears in your eyes made him weak. 

“I didn’t want to upset you,” he gets out as your shaking your head at him, crowding him out the doorway. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, you don’t, I- I just couldn’t, but I do -” 

 “Please just go, I’ll talk to you when I’m ready, I promise – just need time to think, please don’t call me anymore,” you cut him off, shutting the door on him and pressing your back against it. Steve stands dumbfounded on your porch, staring at your door as if he could burn holes through it. That could not have gone any worse. In defeat, he trudges back to his car, absentmindedly swinging his keys around his fingers. His drive home was quiet, his head in another world still reeling. The loss of his best friend, and a girl he really loved, it weighed heavier on him by the minute.  

The days passed and Steve didn’t call. He didn’t drive by your house. He would ask Robin about you at work, knowing that she had hung out with you the night before, asked if you said anything about him. Robin would just shake her head, tell him no and not to worry, you were fine. He hated how he felt. He was moody, off balance, like he was going through withdrawal from you. It agitated Robin too, having to see Steve that way.  

It was about a week later when Steve was sat alone at home one night. Rain starting to bucket down, making Hawkins far gloomier than usual. He was eating a poor dinner of cereal and a bag of chips, sitting on the couch and watching a late-night show. He saw the flash of car lights outside his front window before he heard the car pull in, setting his heartbeat a little faster. He makes out the sound of a car door slamming and jumps up from the couch, peeking through the window to see who the late-night visitor could be. He notes your signature yellow raincoat dashing for the cover of his front porch, his eyes going wide as he rushes to open the front door for you.  

It catches you off guard, the warm draft of air from his doorway hitting you while the cold drops of rain slide down your jacket hood and on your face. You turn your head up to him, planting yourself a few feet from the door, just far enough to turn around and run back if you decided you couldn’t be brave. You stare at each other for a second before Steve breaks the silence. “What are you doing here? Come inside it’s bucketing out there,” he moves to turn inside, open his doorway to you more but you stay put. He looks back, taking in your face, contorted with uncertainty. Hell, he thought you almost looked nervous. “Y/N? What’s going on?”  

You fiddle with your jacket sleeves, dropping your gaze to your feet for second before gaining the courage to look up at him again. “Not like this... that’s what you said,” it was practically a mumble. Steve looks at you in confusion, mouth poised to speak again but you repeat yourself, a little louder, little bit braver. “I remember it. You said, ‘it can’t happen like this’, when I tried kissing you...what did you mean by that?” You’re tense, unblinking, staring him down. It’s like you could see the memory play back in his head, a soft oh leaving his lips. He steps outside, slightly closing the gap between you two, hands in his pockets.  

It was his turn to look nervous, pausing to try to get his brain to catch up so he wouldn’t stumble his words again. “I guess I just meant...” he pauses again, taking a frustrated huff at himself, his eyes follow the toe of his sock, tracing in a half circle along the ground.  

You stay patient. You knew Steve only struggled with his words when they were important, when they meant something, when he wanted to get them right. In the past week you had been mulling over the night of the party incessantly, berating yourself for every move. But as you uncovered memories of the night you found one that you couldn’t let go, a picture of Steve, bending down to meet you at eye level, a spew of words coming from his mouth but your ears only catching “it can’t happen like this.” The words stayed ringing in your head for days, and you had enough of it. It drove you crazy enough to speed over to his house late at night, in the pouring rain, skipping the courteous welcome and jumping straight to the point – you had to know what he meant by it.  

Steve starts speaking again, slow at first, “Y/N, I wasn’t expecting it. We were outside a party, tipsy, on a curb, that rotten cigarette between us. Jesus I think I had just shot gunned two beers before taking you outside...” he looks up at you, sees you open your mouth to speak but he quickly cuts you off, “Would you just listen please? It’s not like those things matter that much, we were having have a fun night and I, I -,” you see him take a step closer to you, another huff of frustration and as he tries to get the words together. “I wanted to kiss you. I couldn’t believe that you were kissing me first. But if I was going to kiss you I sure as shit didn’t want it to be a drunken mess. So that’s what I meant. I couldn’t let our first kiss happen like that. I wanted it to be different, I wanted to tell you how I felt, well feel, first. I wanted that kiss to mean something.”  

You stand in shock, head tilted up a little now that Steve had gotten closer. He took in your face, the way your brows were knit in confusion, or was it frustration? Were you just thinking? He couldn’t quite read the expression. But he thought he saw a light click on behind your eyes when it seemed like you caught up to everything he said, a bit of warmth returning to your face as your features relaxed. When you spoke it was soft, gentle. 

 “So tell me how you feel Steve.”  

Steve had a new found confidence, something only you could give him, as he stepped forward, hands coming to yours, one of them going to your waist as he got close to you. “You’re my best friend y/n, and I think I’m love with you. Wait no, I know I’m in love with you,” he pulls you in close by the waist, looking deep into your eyes waiting for a response. You scan his face, looking for any sign of uncertainty but you can’t find it. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, face close, noses almost touching.  

You give a slight nod and a breathy “yes” before he crashes his lips on to you. He holds you tight, his wide hand pressing against the small of you back as the other cradles the back of your head. You bend backwards, almost collapsing under the weight of the kiss. Your body felt like hot fire, lips melting into each other. You hear a soft whine come from the back of Steve’s throat, or maybe it was yours, as he pulls you upright again. When you break apart for air, he doesn’t let you go, resting his forehead against yours, breathing in sync with you. 

“I meant it should happen something like that.”  

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things #stranger things one shot #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic

[btr-rewatch]

Big Time Rush Season 1, Episode 2: “Big Time Crib”

It's nice to be in the "real" series now! I thought I was going to be stuck reviewing episode one forever.

Highlights: Shenanigans abound, Bandana Man makes his first appearance, and the guys get an apartment makeover.

We begin at the Palm Woods pool, where the guys have just returned from an exhausting day of rehearsals. Before they can get any time to relax, they're kicked out on account of a dog food commercial being filmed there. Several of the commercial's crew members pick up the boys and deposit them into the Palm Woods lobby.

I happened to pause the episode here to write that above paragraph and had to screenshot it. I'd mentioned in the previous post how I remember there being a clear pairing of Kendall & Logan and then James & Carlos, and whaddya know? There it is again. Also, I like Kendall and Logan's matching poses.

Since it's after 9pm, Bitters kicks them out of the lobby, leaving the boys no choice but to retreat to their ugly apartment. I totally forgot that 2J looked terrible in the beginning!

Also, the theme song! It's been so long since I've seen this opening theme song. So fun. Really brings back memories of my dad walking into the room and going, "This silly show again?"

YES, DAD.

The boys are upset that they're stuck in a dump while other residents get much nicer accommodations. Bitters attempts to point out all the positives of their apartment, but it doesn't sway the guys. Moments after Bitters leaves, a pipe bursts, and Carlos responds to it in a way only Carlos can.

This brings back another vague memory of the times my dad would sometimes sit and watch BTR with me and ask, "What's wrong with him?" whenever Carlos did, like...anything, lol.

The guys need a better place to live, and they get a glimpse of that possibility the following day at Rocque Records when they see a drawing of an apartment set that's going to be used in an upcoming promotional video. Griffin wants each of them interviewed for it.

James thinks they should all wear bandanas. This is another thing I'd forgotten about; James had a bandana obsession. I do remember Bandana Man!

The reaction on their faces to James's suggestion is great.

Not gonna happen, James. Keep dreaming.

After the meeting, the guys get right to scheming on how to get the set built in their apartment instead. Well, it's mostly Kendall doing the scheming. Logan thinks it's never going to work, James thinks bandanas will somehow solve their problems, and Carlos is just along for the ride.

They end up recruiting Camille to help with their plan, and she instructs the builders of the set to bring it to the Palm Woods instead. Logan impersonates Griffin (against his will) and then voices his displeasure at this whole entire plan. He does not want to get into trouble. But, like...shouldn't he be used to it? This is what you sign up for when you decide to be friends with Kendall, James, and Carlos.

We hear the "Logie" nickname for the first time in this episode!

Logan points out that a major problem with their plan is that Mrs. Knight is certainly going to take notice of a bunch of people in the apartment from 11-3. We cut immediately to Mrs. Knight informing the boys that she's going to be out job-hunting the following day from 11-3. Cue Kendall throwing Logan this look:

Logan, don't you know by now that things always end up working out for Kendall?

The guys end up getting the interviews moved to the Palm Woods pool and proceed to split up in order to tackle the remaining tasks. And I must say that one of my favorite moments is when Kelly goes to check on how the set is coming and we get that little scene of Carlos and Katie in the studio just making construction sounds.

This is one of those scenes that's lived rent-free in my head for 13 years for some reason. I've forgotten so much about this show, but Carlos sitting there running the power tools and hammering that pile of wood boards earned a reserved place in my brain. I don't know why. But it's a scene that has popped into my thoughts every so often over the years.

Meanwhile, at James's interview...

This show is peak comedy.

Lots of shenanigans happen from here, and for a moment, it looks like the plan is going to fall apart. James Bandana Man saves the day by locking Bitters in a supply closet that, for some reason, has a very simple latch lock on the outside??

This makes absolutely zero sense. For what reason would you choose this type of lock for a supply closet? Literally anyone can open it?? This is serving no purpose.

Anyway! The guys get their super cool new crib installed, they film their music video, and Gustavo has the crew immediately take the set apart and revert the apartment back to its previous state. Sadness once again reigns supreme in 2J.

Their video and interviews are a success, but Gustavo still needs his dogs to face consequences for all their sneakiness. He has them practice harmonies for ten hours with no breaks, which sounds illegal to me?? The boys are only 16, right? Idk, this feels like it's violating some kind of law. Needless to say, they're all tired and bummed when they arrive home. That is, until they see that their apartment has been transformed back!

Gustavo explains that it's a "bone" being thrown to them but not to expect any more. Kelly notes that Gustavo likes the boys but he insists that he does not. Yeah, right. Gustavo loves his dogs.

And that's where the episode ends. It's an enjoyable one for sure—lots of funny moments. Totally different feel to "Big Time Audition" though, and I'm already mourning the loss of Original Kendall. He was still scheming and manipulative in this, but it was in a purely goofy way. There was none of that "fire" that we saw several times in BTA. No edge. First Episode Kendall had an edge. Why has the edge been smoothed away by EPISODE 2?? Does it come back in some spots during the series? I can't remember. I still love him, though.

ok, the end.

#big time rush #btr #btr rewatch #btr season 1 #kendall knight #carlos garcia #james diamond #logan mitchell

[worriedvision]

Better than you could aspire to be (Part 4) - Tighnari

(Part 3) (Part 2) (Part 1)

So this was initially a series I was doing on my main blog (y’know, when this blog was incorrectly flagged for stuff) and I figured I was as well continuing it here! Gender neutral reader.

Taglist: @forgotten-blues @dreamlessnight

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“With all due respect, General Mahamatra, I’m afraid I simply cannot justify continuing to force everyone to take these tablets.” Tighnari explains. “If you would like the unused tablets to be given back, I can do that.”

Cyno stays silent, nodding his head in acknowledgement. 

“And the production of tablets?” Cyno asks. “Will you still be happy to produce the medicine for me?” 

“Well, since you are a friend, I suppose I can.” Tighnari responds, handing the medicine over. “...I think you may want to consider no longer taking them.” 

Cyno does not diginify that with a response, a clear rejection. He has dinner that night with Tighnari, back to his usual self. 

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Alhaitham woke up first that morning, hearing someone knocking on the door. Not hearing anyone else make the move to go, he groans inwardly before approaching the door. He prepares himself to not get angry at the person who was most likely knocking on the door with good reason, but that all goes out the window when he makes eye contact with Tighnari. He goes to slam the door shut, Tighnari wedging his foot in and wincing when the door makes contact. Alhaitham makes another attempt, this time causing Tighnari to whine out. 

You hear the commotion, walking through to see what was happening. Alhaitham looks over, Tighnari following his line of sight, and Tighnari waves at you like a good friend of his. You thought you were still dreaming, furrowing your brows out of confusion before Tighnari starts to speak.

“Good morning, _!” Tighnari states, you opening your mouth like a fish before you see Alhaitham clenching his fist. 

“What brings you here, Master Tighnari?” Alhaitham asks, glaring over his shoulder at Tighnari as Tighnari tries to push the door open. “Answer the question.” He grumbles, pushing the door once again. 

Tighnari falls back. On the descent, you can see his eyes widen in shock. You hear a surprised gasp, the door finally slamming shut, and Alhaitham walks back to bed. You, however, open the door again. 

Tighnari’s trying to get up, clearly having had a fright from the movement, and you help him up.

“Thank you, _.” Tighnari begins. “I wanted to apologise for how I’ve treated you, how we’ve been treating you.”

“It’s fine.” You state, Tighnari shaking his head.

“No, it isn’t okay. I was hoping to tell you about what I have discovered, it would provide some more context.” Tighnari explains. You nod, deciding to let him into the house and talking in there.

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Tighnari talks about the medication he made, by request of the General Mahamatra, but he starts to shut up when Alhaitham starts to listen in, standing by the door.

“Why make a medication without knowing it’s true purpose, let alone proceed to take the medication itself?” Alhaitham asks, walking over and sitting as well. “That does not make any sense. For all you could have known, the medication could have been a poison. It could have been a medication that you may have had an allergy to, it may have-”

“Haitham, you’re doing it again.” You scold him lightly. “Keep going, Tighnari. This is all very interesting to hear.”

He nods, hearing a soft ‘sorry’ escape Alhaitham before continuing.

“I have advised all the forest rangers that it is no longer necessary for them to take the medicine, after testing the effects of suddenly stopping on myself.” Tighnari explains. “I’m sure the forest ranger that refused told you of the pungent scent and taste. Safe to say, they’ll most likely stop as well.” He continues. 

You thought he was going to ask you if you wanted to join the forest rangers again, but nothing like that leaves his lips.

“The General Mahamatra, however, is still going to be taking the medicine.” Tighnari warns you. “We already talked about the matter, and Cyno simply does not wish to stop.” 

Alhaitham nods in thought.

“Is the medicine purely to make him forget the information he does know about _? No other use?” Alhaitham ponders out loud, Tighnari nodding. “...And you are the only person that produces the medicine?” He edges on, Tighnari nodding once again. “Why not replicate the taste and scent of the tablet, but remove the components that make the tablet what it is?”

“Are you asking me to produce a placebo?” Tighnari crosses his arms, looking over at Alhaitham.

“Well, you can’t help but think about how taking this tablet long term can impact the body. Plus, I’m sure the General Mahamatra must feel lonely once. After all, he is the only individual who will not remember _, correct?” Alhaitham reasons. 

“You have a point, hmmm...” Tighnari hums in thought. “I suppose I could do that.”

Tighnari leaves shortly after that, thanking the both of you for eventually hearing his words, and Alhaitham is perceptive enough to see you shrink into yourself when the door closes.

“Were you hoping he would invite you back?” Alhaitham asks. You nod, looking dejectedly at the floor. “Well, maybe it’s for the best. If you were to return, people would most likely dote on you when they suddenly remember you.” 

“I feel like the only thing I know is how to be a forest ranger though.” You whine out. 

“...This is going to sound harsh.” Alhaitham warns, you nodding before looking at him to hear him out. “Tighnari is known for being the ‘better forest ranger’, correct? I know you aren’t happy with the comparison, however it will be inevitable that people will continue to compare you both.” He states. 

“I guess you’re right... I guess it just really hurts, you know?” You admit. “I really love working in the forest, but now it feels like I’m forbidden from going.”

Alhaitham nods, looking out the window.

“How about I train you?” Alhaitham suggests. “I think you have potential to be a scribe. Not as good as me, certainly not, however I am certain you would be better than most under my training.”

#alhaitham #tighnari #cyno #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x gender neutral reader #tighnari x reader #tighnari x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #genshin impact imagines

[caitlynskitten]

Nuuuu lol

I'm just doing my civic duty of contributing to the community's VampRavenWolf brainrot!

Like right now! Baby Wednesday is deep into another of her investigations. She's so close to figuring it all out and finding her target. Her latest clue leads her to an old, abandoned building on the very outskirts of Jericho and of course, the best time to investigate it is late at night, deep in the cover of darkness to ensure she's not caught by the police or any security. And to make it even easier, both Yoko and Enid are late home tonight. Normally, Wednesday would be upset at the idea of having to go to bed alone but this is the perfect opportunity for her.

So now, Wednesday is tiptoeing carefully through loose electrical wires and piles of debris and broken glass. She's so preoccupied by finding the old, abandoned paperwork she needs that she doesn't notice the wolf and vampire standing behind her until the bloodsucker clears her throat, startling Wednesday and making her drop the folders full of paper. She spins around to see the very disappointed looks her girlfriends are giving her. Yoko speaks first, "And just what, little raven, do you think you're doing out this late at night?"

Enid continues after her, "And in this old, decrepit building that's practically in the middle of nowhere?"

Yoko stops Wednesday before she can respond, "You know what? No, let's save this for tomorrow. For now, we all need to get back home and go to bed. Now." Yoko adds before the seer can protest.

The next morning, after breakfast is eaten and they're all properly awake, Yoko and Enid sit Wednesday down at the table across from them, preparing for the conversation ahead of them. Enid starts first, "Look, Wednesday, I want to make it clear we're not upset with you. We're just worried. You have no idea how scared we were when we realized you weren't there when we got home. We thought someone tried to hurt you." Enid's voice breaks and she's forced to let Yoko take over.

"And beyond that, little raven, you could've gotten seriously hurt inside that building. We would never be able to forgive ourselves if something happened to you while we weren't there. We need you to be more careful," Yoko pauses for a moment to look over at Enid, and with a nod between them, Yoko proceeds, "Which is why, Mommy and I have been talking and we think there needs to be a few new rules. Can we discuss them now, please?"

Once Wednesday nods, Enid has collected herself again and starts, "Okay, so our first new rule would be that whenever you decide to go out investigating again, we will be coming with you to make sure you stay safe, understand?" Wednesday affirms the new rule and Enid continues, "And the next rule, and this one is very important, Wednesday, we think that you need to have a bedtime."

Immediately, Wednesday has protests, "Bedtime!? I do not need a bedtime, this is utterly ridiculous and there is no way I'm going along with this!"

"Sorry, little raven, but we're actually not giving you a choice here about this. Mommy and I have discussed this very thoroughly and we genuinely believe that this is what's best for you. That's all we ever want, Wends. This is for your own good."

Eventually, Wednesday submits. However, for the rest of the day, she makes sure her displeasure with her newest rule is known by pouting and not talking to her Mommy and Daddy. But, Wednesday isn't able to keep it up for long, as by the time her newly designated bedtime rolls around, Wednesday is cuddling up close to both of her girlfriends. And in the dark of their bedroom, Wednesday finally admits her actual feelings, "I know you're both just doing this because you care. I'm sorry for making you worry, Mommy and Daddy. I love you both."

"Thank you, baby girl, both for apologizing and for understanding that we just care about you so much," Enid says while pulling both the raven and vampire in closer and whispers gently, "We love you too, baby bird. So, so much."

End <3

ALSO MORE RAVEN LORE!!!!!!!! RAVEN LORE HYYPPPEEEEE!!!!!!!

I'm actually gonna cry again, BABY WEDNESDAY IS SO CUTE WITH HER LITTLE RAVEN PLUSH

Hold on, I actually have to scream into a pillow I'm losing my mind so hard right now mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

I'm just imagining Wednesday ranting to their little friend group about her plush. They'd all be a little confused at first, sorta taken by surprise, but eventually (with a small bit of motivation from a deadly-looking vampire and werewolf) they'd all be super accepting and ask Wednesday a bunch of questions to give her the excuse to continue talking about it cause it just makes her SO happy!!

I'm curious though, what do y'all think The Addams Family's reaction would be to the raven plush?

OKAY BUT I LOVE HOW ENID AND YOKO ARE ACTUALLY BEING MORE LIME MOMMY AND DADDY TO THEIR LITTLE RAVEN 🥺🥺🥺🥺 AND THAT YOKO ACTUALLY REFERS TO HERSELF AND ENID AS MOMMY AND DADDY ITS JUST 😭😭😭😭😭ITS SO CUTE UGHHHHHHH

Omg while Wednesday is listening to her girlfriend’s concerns, she’s just sitting in the chair sulking, hugging her raven plushie tight with a pouty face. She’s probably on the verge of tears. She thought she could do anything she wants just by being cute but having her girlfriends set actual rules nwjjfwkdkrkror god that’s actually adorable ugh. I can see how whiney and pouty she’d get for the rest of the day.

Enid would probably do Wednesdays braids and try to talk to her. But Wednesday is too and and just crosses her arms and not say anything.

“Baby, I know you don’t like this but your daddy and I really care about you. We don’t want you to get hurt. And you wouldn’t want to lose your little Raven now would you?”

After finishing Wednesday’s hair, Enid kisses her but Wednesday still throws a fit. Enid understands and goes back to work.

Yoko would go into Wednesday’s room and see her cuddle with the raven plushie with her back to the raven.

Wednesday squeezes the plushie in her chest and softly says “I hate you two” she obviously doesn’t mean it but she’s just too upset. Unfortunately with Yoko being a vampire, she does hear it.

“Little raven, do you hate me now? You don’t love me anymore?”

Wednesday is taken a back and gets up immediately to hug her girlfriend and cry in her chest. She’s so embarrassed and mad at herself for hurting her vampire partner.

“No, no, no, NO! I’m sorry, daddy, I’m really sorry I’m really sorry I didn’t mean it. I love you. I love you both. Forever!”

Yoko kisses Wednesday and wipes the tears off her face. “I know you do, little raven. And I love you two. We both love you very much.”

As far as the Addams family reaction to the Raven plushie I think they’d all support it and find it adorable Wednesday has a cute thing to hold on to. Gomez and Pugsley would even go as far as to talk to the plushie with Wednesday. Although I do like to think Morticia might be hurt that Wednesday is so attached to the Raven plushie. She’s given her so many plushies and stuffed animals when she was younger that it sort of hurts her that Wednesday doesn’t like any of them. Though she’s still have supportive and loves her Raven plushie too.

#asks #rachelsfav queer #vampravenwolf #wednesday #wednesday addams #wenclair #enid sinclair #the addams family #yoko tanaka #yoko and wednesday #wednesday and yoko #gomez and morticia #morticia addams

[captainjacklyn]

Um, hello there again! I'm not exactly sure if you're willing to take another request from me since this is the second time, so feel free to ignore this if you want to. But if it's alright with you, may I ask for arcana twilight headcanons of the same guys from my previous request (Because I'll be honest here, they're my favorites-) about how they celebrate Christmas (Or the Christmas equivalent in Bound Arlyn) with their s/o? It's Christmas right now for my country and I'm feeling a bit festive (✧^⁠‿⁠^⁠).

Again though, no pressure do this. Thank you so much and stay safe!! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡.

It's no problem Anon ! I'm happy you enjoy my writing, so sorry for not responding earlier, Christmas can sometimes be a busy time ! I hope you enjoy this head canon as much as I enjoyed writing it. （ʃƪ＾3＾ ）

Pairing(s) : spica x reader, arcturus x reader, pollux x reader

Warning(s) : Nothing ! Just wholesome fluff for my favorite Anon ! [sorry if what I say makes you uncomfortable, I'm just a very loving person even with anonymous people 😅]

Arcturus

Now this sweetheart is one to love the Christmas holidays ! I'm actually not sure if they celebrate it in Bound Arlyn but let's all pretend like it is just for the fun of imagination.

His favorite part will probably be the sweaters, I'm sorry but he just looks adorable with a big handmade cotton cardigan with red and green.

Don't think you'll escape it, you got a matching one too !

I can picture an image of the both of you just sitting in front of a fire cuddling and drinking hot cocoa. It's adorable !

I head-canon that he likes baking too, so be sure to help him make gingerbread cookies.

Even if you're not confident, he will love to help you make your shapes look like...

....

something that isn't a deformed monster !

He digs the Christmas lights and holiday cheers, he generally likes seeing happy faces.

Your smile is still his favorite though, don't ever try to hide it from him. Alright ?

Pollux

I'm sorry if this is too cliche but Pollux likes the present unwrapping part the most !

He sorta has mixed feelings about it cause he doesn't want to offer you something bland while you proceed to buy him a mansion saying, "I know it's not much, but it's the thought that counts right ?"

...

ARE YOU SERIOUS ?!

WHAT IS THIS ?!

You made so many efforts, got him everything he said he liked and then he just got you a plushie.

"Oh my god babe ! Thank you so much it's sooo cute ! You shouldn't have, I'm gonna keep it with me forever !"

what the hell.

He just stands there and you look like he offered you the world, he feels like he doesn't deserve you.

Make sure to reassure him and tell him that you love him no matter what. Give him a kiss, Pollux likes those. <3

Spica

I'm gonna be honest, I feel like he doesn't need to do shit on Christmas Day.

Boy got maids and butlers decorating pretty much six trees at home, baking cookies and getting gifts wrapped up.

Luckily you're here to give him a little holiday spirit.

Whenever he asks if you want him to hire people to do something special, refuse and say it's better to do it together.

It's sweet seeing him smile while adding ornaments to the small pine you bought earlier.

Seeing him so free and not buried under the piles of work and stress is refreshing

For both you and him.

He's happy you suggested the idea, and you're glad he accepted it.

You both are made for each other, wether it's Christmas, thanksgiving, halloween or not.

Thank for reading, I hope you liked it.

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight x reader #arcana twilight x mc #arcana twilight x y/n #arcana twilight x you #arcturus #pollux #spica #arcana twilight fanfiction #arcana twilight fic #arcana twilight fluff #writer #x reader #x mc #spica x reader #arcturus x reader #pollux x reader

[not-a-perfect-metaphor]

Jensen & Tom; a few of my favorite moments:

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1. Jensen’s precious little dance-

2. Happy birthday, Tom! Your daddies love you! ❤️

3. When Tom called out “Hi, Dad!” and Jensen instinctively responded with “Hi, Tom!” right alongside Jared and it was the cutest thing in the entire world:

4. Okay and then immediately afterwards, just in case a single human being in the crowd didn’t yet realize that he was obviously Tom’s Daddy # 2, Jensen went on to tell the most adorable story about how Tom had walked into the green room, had seen that it was only Jared in there, and had instantly started to cry for Jensen-

“And then he proceeds to cry until I got back into the room.”

5. And speaking of Tom needing his Daddy # 2, there was also that time when Jared and Tom were in England, and Jensen (in New York) got a phone call from Jared about how Tom was upset and had been continuously asking for Jensen.

“He’s like ‘hey, I need you to send Tom a video.’ So I had to sit down and make a little video for Tom.”

6. Chatting with Tom on FaceTime:

-that proud, loving smile!!! 😭💕

7. Another proud, loving Daddy smile when Tom called out to him:

My heart…

!!! 😍

8. This hilarious little anecdote-

Jared: “Tom said a word in music class that started with an ‘f’ and ended with an ‘uck.’”

Jensen: “Wonder where he heard that?”

.

.

.

.

Jensen: “Me.”

9. When Jared was feeling nervous about the prospect of having ‘the talk’ with his kids and was wondering if Tom was too young-

Jensen: “No, I think he’s perfect. The right age. I’ll take care of that this summer.”

^^ By the way, during this whole thing, both Js also referred to all of the Padackles kids as “our children,” like collectively, and even though that happens literally all the time, if I ever don’t specifically mention it whenever I’m discussing one of those conversations, you can safely assume that I’ve been body-snatched.

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Bonus mentions!

Jensen talking about Shep and Tom being on set and how he was carrying them around by their ankles asking if anyone had lost two boys 😂. (Jaxcon 2016)

Jensen having to leave Jared’s car to go back and change because he ripped his pants and Tom having separation anxiety and being all like but “where did Uncle Jensen go??” (Houscon 2015)

…..and so many more!

(also I may or may not feel a Jensen + Shep post coming on)

#j2 tinhat #j2 #daddies #one family #husbands husbanding #Jensen & Tom

[findmeinasunshower]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 1: 𝑫𝒊𝒏 𝑫𝒋𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏

word-count: <1k (little baby blurb)

genre: Din Djarin x senator!Reader, hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: mentions of blood, canon-typical violence

Part 2   ~   Part 3

The Mandalorian isn’t sure what to think of the unassuming senator Skywalker’s sister presents him with. 

He agreed to help the Jedi fulfill a protection order for you—his twin sister’s friend and colleague. You had recently found your life in danger due to opposition in the Senate, and while Senator Organa can protect herself, you grew up on a small farming planet and never learned anything of the sort, despite your best efforts.

Din expects you to be similar to Senator Organa: A spitfire who notices every little thing, but chooses to keep certain details filed away for the right moment. And while he was right about the latter, you have a different way of firing back than Senator Organa. 

Unlike Senator Organa’s elaborate dresses and braids, you dress simply in the clothing of your people, and Din later learns you keep only one assistant to help you be presentable to the senate. The first time he meets you, he finds himself drawn to what he can only describe as a humble power exuding from your every pore. You have his undivided attention by doing nothing more than just standing in his field of view.  

The reason Imperial sympathizers decided you are deadly is because of your capacity for patience. You listen and you observe and you strategize throughout the debates until you have enough information to speak, and proceed to rip your opposition apart.

Din decided he liked you the first time he saw you give a speech on the Senate floor.

He grew to respect you when you quieted Senator Organa with a simple raise of your hand, and she proceeded to sit back and let you take the floor. You then won the debate. 

But Din realizes he trusts you the first time the Senate goes on lockdown.

He isn’t sure how he ended up on the floor of a droid closet with you pressing your hands to his stomach. One second, he heard the familiar sound of blaster fire in the conference room, and the next he was collapsing after dragging you here and barricading the door.

Later, you tell him that he had whipped you behind him and pulled out his blaster all before the Imperial spy even fired their first shot. Mando took a nasty hit to the chest from covering you as you fled the conference room and he pushed you into the first safe space he could find.

Honestly, Din was stupid to think protecting a senator of a government ripped apart by war would be an easy task. The Jedi wasn’t lying when he offered Din this job on the promise of it being “interesting.” But when he said yes, all he could think about was a steady, well-paying job that he could do while still having time to visit Grogu.

He didn’t realize how entertained he’d be in between visits to his son, watching you and Skywalker’s sister rip the rest of the Senate to shreds with words.

That’s another reason why Din trusts you — you were the first to make him realize that not every weapon is physical.

Din’s knocked out of his thoughts when you whisper: “You’re bleeding.”

“I am?” he asks. He feels your fingers curl around his in the dark, and you guide his gloved hand to press against his noticeably wet stomach. “Dank Farrik.”

“’Dank Farrik is right,” you respond, but fall quiet again when footsteps sound from the hall outside. A crick in your neck is starting to develop where half of you is laying across the Mandalorian while the rest of you is pressed up against an R2 Unit.

It feels like hours, but is probably only minutes before Din risks whispering: “Are you injured?”

You shake your head. “Not a scratch. But I feel a lot of blood, Mando.”

“Din.”

He isn’t sure what makes him say it—What makes him suddenly decide to trust you after decades of living in anonymity.

But, he decides his slip-up is worth it when you look up at him with wide eyes. “What?” you ask.

The Mandalorian clears his throat, suddenly uncomfortable being the object of your complete focus. “My name. It’s Din. I’d like you to use it.”

And for the first time, Din sees you caught off of your guard. An unfamiliar feeling takes over his chest at the soft ‘O’ shape of your mouth, the wonder that’s taken over your eyes.

He’s knocked back into reality when your hand slips against his wound. He lurches back from the accidental touch with a hiss, helmet thumping back against the wall in an effort not to scream. You’re quick to school your face back into composure at the sound of his pain. “Sorry, sorry,” you whisper and he grunts his forgiveness. You add a quiet, “Din” as an afterthought.

That foreign feeling is back as you duck your head shyly, the first time Din’s seen you bashful and lost for words. He’s noticed a lot of firsts tonight, and finds his breathing calming as he watches you school your face into careful calm. The corner of your mouth turns up when he tilts his visor to you, and Din can almost imagine you’re looking him in the eye.

“Alright, Din Djarin,” you say. “Let’s get you fixed up.”

For the second time in his life, Din moves without thinking by reaching forward and gently grasping your hand. You freeze at the sudden contact before dragging your gaze to his.

“Thank you,” he says. “For saving my life.”

You bite your lip to keep from smiling too wide and squeeze his hand back. If Din weren’t already sitting on the floor, the gesture would have brought him to his knees. “It’s about time I pay you back.”

#findmeinasunshower #sunshowerimagines #the mandalorian #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin #din djarin imagine #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin fanfiction #star wars #star wars imagine #star wars x reader #star wars x you #star wars fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #grogu #fandom imagine #imagine #x reader #x you #fanfiction

[assaily]

Wip Game

Rules: Post the names of all your works in your WIP folder. Let people send you asks based on those titles and any that especially intrigues them, and then respond to them. Lastly, tag as many people as WIPs you have.

Thank you @littlerit and @rockinlibrarian for the tags!

I have a lot of wips so i’m just gonna do a couple more recent ones. And they're all tua, they're all about Five.

1. Hide the Morning from the Stars - The thing that started this one was a line I heard that went, “I just wanted to be loved!” It another one of those post-everything Five acclimating to a peaceful life poorly type fic. The siblings are pretty caught up in rebuilding their own lives, as you do, and so Five proceeds to have the loneliest first year of retirement ever. This one also leans pretty heavy into something @mangoshorthand posted or reblogged a few whiles back about Five struggling to reconnect with Grace because she reminds him of the Handler. 

2. Howling still counts as a wip because i cannot go a full 24 hour period without thinking about it. It’s just sitting in my brain, simmering in all the juices. I’m working on this one constantly. Like all the other wips are on a constant rotation, but this is the big fat star they inevitably orbit.

3. Selkies and Shit - my attempt at mermay masked author but i haven’t gotten very far with it. I don’t even know how to describe this one. The kids were selkies, the Handler was a pirate who was keeping Five and Lila’s skins, and everyone in the world had forgotten all their memories from more than six months prior. No one knew why, but it had something to do with the Moon being missing and the ocean being tide-less. 

4. Planned Obsolescence - that fic where the Commission put a kill switch in Five in case he ever defected and then it slowly kills Five when he defects to be with his family. Here’s a tid bit from that one.

5. the delicate parts of us - it’s... a wing fic. anyone remember that really gory wing eruption scene in Haibane Renmei? yeah, i watched that as a kid and this isn’t the first time i’ve been inspired by it. Kind of dumb, actually, but mostly about Five asking for help.

6. And an untitled post-season 3 fic about Five being human trafficked and saving some kids and generally having a bad time and then a less bad time when his family shows up.

Gonna tag @mangoshorthand​, @sharkneto, @clementineofmine, and @in-a-slanted-outhouse. Participation isn’t mandatory, only if you want to, and even if you weren’t tagged. 

#fic game #tua fanfic #this was fun #good to go through some of my wips #always surprises me how much some of them have written and then i just forget about for months and months #a lot of my ideas tend to morph and get absorbed into other fics. Like the first one has absorbed a lot of ideas recently #a lot of these are scrapped howling or tangled ideas too that have grown legs and a tail and have started wiggling #i have another document that's just one sentence or one paragraph ideas i can't even call wips #more like hyperspecific prompts i may or may not ever get around to writing #the tua brainrot is still going strong over here in case it want obvious

[pea-the-mitten-crab]

I think someone just tried to rob me

Okay so the layout of my house is that there is a front door with an airlock porch and above that is my room with a standing window.

i opened the outer door (which has a lock), closed the inner door which has no lock, and opened my bedroom window.

I was cooking rice in the kitchen which is at the back of the house but i'm smart and didn't leave the openings unattended.

there's a circular staircase that goes directly from the door to my room.

so i was making a circuit of - kitchen - front door - bedroom - front door repeat.

there was literal seconds between me being at any one spot.

at the exact moment i was coming down the stairs at exactly 1:20 PM UK time i see someone opening the inner door so i say "hello?" and they turn and run.

then at 1:40 PM people online via the live broadcast thing i have hear someone trying to get in my bedroom window.

when my rice was finished at 1:50 PM i go to sit in my bedroom and i see outside the window the same person who tried to get in on their phone.

i watch as they just casually walk away like nothing happened.

good job. now i know exactly what you look like, moron.

i'm gonna wait until a friend arrives later today and tell them.

the police are unreliable here and will not respond to an attempted break in not even if i call the emergency line.

so i'm waiting on my friend to know how to proceed.

sitting here at my pc i just heard a ringtone go off (2:00 PM) outside the window of the room next to mine.

they keep coming back.

[edit for more context]

my house is in the middle of a busy road. there are cars constantly passing by.

the front is also visible from 3 separate roads that face it.

so they had to have some real balls to do this.

at any given tim there's at least a dozen witnesses. not the smartest criminal we're dealing with here.

it's a bright and sunny day with clouds overcast so anyone would have a very clear view of the suspect while they attempt to scale the building.

i wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors have already called the cops.

[update]

i don't believe it.

they just drove up and parked across from my house got out of the car and walked into a nearby house. (2:20 PM)

you gotta be kidding me.

now i know where they live AND the make and model of their car AND its license plate.

and it's a rather unusual car as well.

i honestly cannot believe the stupidity of this crook.

[another update]

at around 2:45 PM the police turn up.

i try to get their attention but they ignore me.

they drive down the road facing my house.

they stop at each of the 4 houses immediately in front of our house.

and this whole time I'm trying to get the police's attention.

the police officer ignores me despite being able to hear me.

then he speeds away practically flooring the gas pedal.

a few minutes later i call my friend over.

they say that they know the person and that they are not a bad person and tell me to forget about it.

i call the police.

a few minutes later the police turn up.

it technically doesn't count as a break in.

their hands are tied.

they take a statement and then go to find the person.

can't find the person so they come back here.

tell me it's good that i called but they can't act on it.

then they leave at around 4 o'clock (ish).

#recent events #about my life #stupid criminals #smh

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Continuation of Gordon Ford’s New Year’s bash? <3

"Oh, good! You're back!"

She'd met Mel Brooks at Gordon's show and they'd become fast friends. He's desperately funny, and quick and very short and very Jewish and ass over teakettle in love with Anne Bancroft, though he says he's too poor to actually marry her yet.

Currently, he's looking at Midge with his eyes crossed and an olive up his nose.

She laughs and sits at the bar next to him. "Mel."

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"Having a drink," he tells her as he proceeds to spill half of it on the floor.

Midge laughs harder and shakes her head. "You're a not."

Mel grin and removes the olive from his nose, pocketing it discreetly. "You know, Lenny is looking for you."

"So I've heard."

"You gonna put him out of his misery?" Mel asks.

"What misery? We're friends."

"Oh, Midge," Mel grins knowingly.

"What?!" she cries. "He said he wanted to be friends, he even brought a date tonight. We're just friends."

Mel chuckles. "He's crazy about you and he doesn't know what to do with it, so he keeps you at arm's length so he doesn't fuck things up. But the way he looks at you...talks about you. That's love, and I should know. That's how I am with Anne. I drive my buddies nuts talking about her and thinking about her, following her around. Lenny follow you around?"

Midge takes a breath and orders another drink. "Not so much follows me around as...shows up at the places I'm at."

"He's much sneakier than I am. That's impressive for a guy that tall."

"Well, he's skinny so he gets away with it," Midge jokes.

"He loves you," Mel tells her.

Midge takes a long sip from her newly acquired drink. "Are we talking about the same man? Lenny Bruce? Tall? Curly hair, foul mouth, serviceable dancer?"

"I wouldn't know about the dancing part," Mel laughs. "And you're being stubborn."

"So what if I am?" Midge shrugs. "The man says friends, I take him seriously."

"Is that what you want?" Mel asks. "Because if you just want to be his friend, I will stop talking right now. I mean about Lenny. I never truly stop talking in general."

"I'm aware," Midge laughs. She thinks for a long moment, looking down at her glass. "No. I don't want to just be friends with him. I liked that things were moving in a more romantic direction."

"So?"

"So, if he wants to be more than friends, he can tell me himself," she says.

"But he's bad at it," Mel pleads. "Have mercy on the guy, he's an idiot. He's not like me. He's terrible at love."

"And you're so good?" Midge asks. "Your first marriage ended, just like the rest of us."

"It's all about the second chances," he tells her.

"You're not gonna leave me be until I talk to him, are you?" she asks.

"I will sit here and shove olives up my nose all night if I have to," Mel grins. "I'm not meeting up with Anne until later, so I have time."

Midge takes a breath and downs the rest of her drink before slipping off her stool and looking around the penthouse. "Fine. Where is that putz?"

"Other end of the bar, trying to look like he isn't looking at you," Mel tells her.

She rolls her eyes, and leans in, kissing his cheek. "Your face smells like olives, go wash it before you see Anne."

"Good thought."

With that, Midge walks purposefully to the other end of the bar as the music starts to slow down, she spots Lenny, grabs him by the arm and hauls him to his feet.

"Midge-"

"We're gonna dance," she tells him.

"Your hand is freezing," he responds as he lets her drag him onto the dancefloor. "I can feel frostbite through two layers of clothing."

"Suffer." She settles her hand on his shoulder and takes his with her other. "I heard your date left."

"She did. She didn't want to stay at one party the whole night," Lenny explains. "And...she was tired of me."

"Oh? I can't imagine you being boring," Midge tells him.

"Well, I only talked about one thing tonight," he mutters.

"One thing? What?"

He gives her a very sheepish look.

"Lenny..."

"It's not my fault," he defends.

Midge scoffs, giving him an expectant look.

"I can't help myself," Lenny confesses, giving her that pleading look he had backstage at the Wolford when he'd been begging for her forgiveness. "You show up in the spectacular dress with the face and the hair and the eyes and I fall apart."

"I can't exactly help the eyes part," she jokes. "They're just there."

"Cursed genetics."

"Clearly," Midge agrees, and then pauses for a moment. "Mel says you love me."

He sighs softly. "He isn't terribly wrong on that score."

"You said you just wanted to be friends," she reminds him. "You brought someone else with you tonight."

"I'm a moron," Lenny shrugs. "One of the true idiots of the world. I'm shocked someone hasn't dropped a fucking dunce cap on my head while I'm being arrested."

Midge smiles a little.

"And I was still a little raw from Carnegie Hall," he admits. "But now, you're working...you're doing well...you're where you should be. And...I blew it. So..."

"I thought I blew it," she says. "I was surprised you even wanted to be friends at all after that blowup."

Lenny gazes at her intently. "I don't like the thought of you not being in my life."

Midge gazes back for a moment before leaning in and settling her head on his shoulder, cuddling in. She lets go of his hand and rests hers on the back of his neck. It feels like a puzzle piece clicking into place, and she closes her eyes. "What do we do now?"

"Well," he ponders. "The song isn't over yet. I say we keep dancing."

Midge smiles.

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny #and Mel #oh Mel

[an-sceal]

I try not to bring work here too much (mainly because work Reesa is very, very separate from online Reesa), but DAMN.

(Work rant under the jump.)

I am already so damn stressed (it's my AUGH! week for financials + tax prep + animals in constant crisis) that I am out of patience with my co-worker. She waited until the day before a meeting to follow up with the boss about catering, told him she'd take care of it, and then dumped it on me with a special request from him that it come from a specific company with a 24 hour lead time. And then called me and wanted to "help" while I was rushing to try and get them to accept the order.

So I said, "This is going to sound cranky, because it is. Telling [Boss] that -you'll- take care of something and then turning around and dumping the job on me isn't "taking care of it" and it's not cool."

And she proceeds to tell me how she WAS going to do it another way, blahblahblah, and could I just give her the login to the catering company website (which I've told her before to just SET UP HER OWN ACCOUNT ON), and tries to bring it back to, "Well, I never got training on this." And like, am I out of line for thinking that someone who took an executive asst. job shouldn't NEED training to navigate a fairly basic website and/or order catering? She always defaults to "I haven't been trained!" and it's been almost 3 years, and there's some stuff that I'm sorry, as a working administrative professional, YOU DO NOT NEED TRAINING FOR. And I don't mean she can't ask me questions about a particular thing, I mean she wants me to sit there and show her how to go through every single aspect of a website. Explore, girl! Take some fucking initiative yourself! You can't break the internet, I promise.

It frustrates me to no end that instead of EVER taking a step outside her own anxieties and insecurities, she'll instead lie to my face about stupid shit. She asked me to proof an email. I did (it wasn't great) and sent it back with the carefully uncritical "This is how I would do it, but I don't know what you and [Boss] had in mind, so use your best judgement." And she responded, "Oh that's how I would have done it, too."

Like. No. No it's not. It's CLEARLY not, because you SENT ME how you would have done it. Why not just say, "Okay, I'll keep that in mind for future emails!" and go? Why lie? Because the other thing she does is ask for training constantly, then get shirty and act like she already KNEW all that when I (very, VERY gently) correct something. And I don't wait and hit her with it as a surprise, I correct as we train and explain as I go, and then if something goes awry in the future I will send her a private email explaining what didn't look right, and she'll get defensive again. I very much do not care that it gets done MY way, but I do care that it gets done in a way that looks good to our members.

I'm just so FRUSTRATED. She takes everything as an attack, but constantly demands my attention and time. I'm sensitive to her anxiety, but I also can't stress enough that it's been THREE YEARS, and sometimes you're going to face a situation that requires you to use the resources you ALREADY HAVE. And also, I cannot continue to be your ONLY RESOURCE, particularly since I have given you MULTIPLE OTHERS and you refuse to use them unless I'm standing there telling you how.

I haven't had enough coffee for this shit. Jesus wheels.

#work #it's halloween goddamit i shouldn't have to deal with this bullshit

[suna-reversed]

Insatiable desires

Gojo x F!reader x Toji ft. Nanami

art credit: @sk_jkg7 (twitter)

MINORS DNI!!

warnings/tags- gangbang, degredation, spanking, spit play, cum play, oral (m.receiving), manhandling, choking, creampie, fingering, gagging, mentions of bondage

A/N: this is just porn without plot, don’t even try to figure out what timeline it falls into, just assume it’s written in the veeishornyfordilfs-verse😩

You don't exactly remember how you ended up here-

splayed across the lap of the world’s most powerful sorcerer, ass up and panties pushed to the side while one of the most elite fighters of the zenin clan sits across from you, hand lazily palming the massive bulge in his pants. 

“Told you she’s an obedient little thing-” Gojo’s bragging is cut off as a loud moan escapes you. 

“Sure she is.” Toji says in mockery, a dry laugh escaping his throat.

“What’s the point of having her tight cunt gush around you if she isn’t making any of those sweet sounds?” Gojo counters, his hand harshly coming down against your throbbing clit making you choke on another moan around the blindfold stuffing your mouth. 

Gojo’s fingers continue to explore your folds, moving every now and then to spread the wetness across your bruised ass which had been subjected to repeated spanks from both the men just moments ago. You arch your back more as his fingers come right onto your clit, face contorting in pleasure as he starts rubbing circles onto your sensitive bud. 

A loud groan pulls you out of your bubble of ecstacy. 

“Put her on the bed already, she’s dripping enough to fit 3 cocks inside her slutty little hole by now.” 

You tilt your head to find Toji’s piercing gaze fixed onto where Gojo’s fingers meet your juices, his hand pulling his cock free from the elastic of his boxers. You whine needily at the sight of it, making the tip of his cock twitch as a bead of precum dribbles down the side. A sharp slap comes down onto your ass making you wince from pain, tears welling up in your eyes from being teased for too long, 

“Better have the same reaction for my cock too sweetheart.” Gojo sings out, voice laced with a hint of jealousy. 

Toji looks amused as he gets up, not even acknowledging Gojo as he pulls up your body from across his lap, easily tossing you onto the bed like a ragdoll. You look up at him with pleading eyes as he comes to stand at the edge of the bed, his huge member right in front of your face. Even Gojo’s remarks of annoyance are silenced as he grips your jaw, slapping your cheek with his enlarged cock, 

“Do you deserve it?” His voice is deep and commanding as he pulls up your face so that you’re staring right into his eyes. You nod your head rapidly, mouth still gagged. 

Toji bites his lip as he apprehends your tear filled eyes and your drooling mouth. You cough a little when he suddenly pulls out the fabric in your mouth, throwing it to the side, you barely even have the time to take a breath before the tip of his cock is rubbing against your lips, urging you to take him in, 

“Let’s see what kind of sweet sounds she makes when my cum is oozing out this dirty mouth.” 

That’s all the warning you get before his cock is making its way past your lips and hitting the back of your throat. The spit that had built up in your mouth now leaking out the sides and falling onto your tits. It’s filthy and lewd as he grips onto your hair to tilt your head upwards, smearing the mixture of substances drooling out the side of your mouth across your cheek, laughing as tears fall from your eyes. You can feel him getting close, loud moans rumbling from his chest as he fucks your mouth even deeper than before. Your vision is blurry from the tears, no coherent thought in mind except for the feral need of having Toji’s cum down your throat when suddenly, you’re harshly pulled back, a sob escaping you from both shock and desperation as the back of your head hits Gojo’s chest. 

Everything happens in a flash. You barely register the growl that leaves Toji’s throat over the sound of Gojo snickering, and before your know it, the dark haired man is striding towards you, a look in his eyes that makes you want to beg for your life, but he doesn’t even look at you as your body slumps to the mattress. You snap your head behind to see Gojo pinned against the headboard, smirking at the large hand wrapped around his throat. 

Your eyes widen in surprise and heat crawls up your face as he crashes his lips onto Toji’s. Toji’s eyes hold the same expression as you for a second before a loud groan leaves his throat, hand moving up to grip Gojo’s jaw as he pulls away. The arousal that pools in your core as you watch the thick splatter of Toji’s saliva hit the side of Gojo’s lips is almost embarrassing. Gojo looks amused and it seems like they’ve almost forgotten you until he raises his hand, two fingers gesturing you to come closer, which seems to snap Toji’s attention back to you too. You crawl over to them, Gojo’s lips immediately melding with yours, the mix of both their spit coating your tongue. 

“Fuck this- I wanna be inside her.”

You’re being pulled away once again, only this time, angled in a way where you're on your fours, ass towards Toji, nose pressed onto Gojo’s muscular thigh, his cock standing tall against his stomach as he runs his fingers through your hair. You lick a stripe up from the base of his shaft to the tip of his cock, moaning as you feel your folds being spread apart, the tip of Toji’s cock lining up with your slit as he kneads the flesh of your ass. You feel Gojo’s hand pushing your head forward, urging you and you oblige. You struggle to take him in your already fucked out throat, barely halfway through when you feel the burn of a cock stretching your walls. You moan around the cock in your mouth as Toji fully sheaths himself inside of you, the vibrations making Gojo bucks his hips up into your mouth. 

The vulgar sounds of Toji’s balls slapping against your ass as he starts thrusting into your gushing cunt fills the room, overpowering the grunts and groans of the blue-eyed man stuffing your mouth with his dick. Gojo brings his hand forward to fondle your breasts, fingers pulling and pinching your hardened nipples which makes your cunt clench. Toji groans at the movement, strokes getting sloppier as he feels his climax nearing. Both men are bucking into you, using your body to their own pleasure as you lose your balance and fall forwards, mouth still bobbing against Gojo’s cock because of the push of Toji going in and out of your leaking pussy. 

Gojo is the first to climax, holding your head down, nose pressed up against his happy trail as he cums deep down your throat. The peak of your own arousal washes over you as Toji’s fingers move across your abdomen to find your clit, hastily rubbing circles onto it as his cock brushes one particular sensitive spot against your walls. You’re moaning around Gojo’s softening dick as the first wave of an orgasm hits you, tears escaping your eyes from the edging as the coil in your stomach snaps. Toji follows soon after, pumping your cunt full of his seed as he fucks you through both of your orgasms. 

Your body collapses onto the bed as both men pull themselves out, Gojo lazily reaching over the nightstand to throw over his phone to Toji who proceeds to take pictures of your fucked out oozing cunt. You’re panting from the exhaustion as strong arms wrap around you and pull you up to a warm chest, 

“You don’t think you’re done without me having filled you up, do you?” 

His hot breath next to ear makes shivers run down your spine as you shake your head, still too tired to respond as another hand kneads the flesh of your inner thigh, the bed dipping as Toji comes to sit across from you. 

“What the fuck Satoru?”

Your eyes immediately snap open at the foreign voice, both Gojo and Toji’s attention being diverted to the doorway, towards the man in the suit, tie loosened around his throat and an extremely annoyed look on his face. Arguably, it was Gojo’s fault for pulling you into a random room after he had seen you pressed against the wall in some corner, Toji’s lips latched onto the tit he had pulled out of your dress. 

“Ah- I didn’t think the room was occupied.” Gojo says nonchalantly, the side of his lip twitching upwards. 

You knew the ever-observant man would never make such a mistake, making you wonder what he was up to. The vexed look on the man’s face who stared at you from across the room would have made you want to shrink into yourself even if you were fully clothed. 

“But you have been stressed these days, haven't you Nanami? Maybe you deserve a little reward.” 

You yelped as you felt hands spreading apart your thighs, glancing over at Toji to see what he thought of the situation, but his own eyes mirrored the look of the man exposing you to the blonde at the door. 

“I’ll fucking kill you if you ever wreck my room again.” 

There was anger in Nanami’s words, he was stressed and tired from having to work overtime on today’s mission and to come home to such a mess was the last thing he expected. Still, he found his cock twitching against the restraint of his pants as he looked at your bare pussy, your eyes holding a look so innocent as if you weren’t just getting fucked by two men. Maybe he did deserve a reward after all, he found himself thinking as he strode towards the bed, pulling his tie loose. 

You couldn’t deny that the man was attractive, his aura both dangerously calming and commanding as he apprehended you carefully, his hunger-filled eyes raking over your figure with a look that said he was going to devour you whole. He didn’t put away his tie, instead tying it up into a makeshift knot and you felt yourself getting wet once again as you realised what he was planning. 

Well, you were always curious about wanting to get tied up and fucked anyways. 

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen tw #gojo x reader #toji x reader #nanami x reader #gojo smut #toji smut #nanami smut #gojo satoru #toji fushiguro tw #nanami kento #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo x toji x reader #gojo headcanons

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Portrait of a Dangerous Man🎨2

Warnings: (series) non-consent sex and rape; slow creep; cucking; (this chapter) nothing as yet.

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your dream of having your work hung in an art show comes true but your first buyer is not all he seems to be.

Note: Thank you for your positive response to this one! I hope you enjoy what I have in store.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Your Spotify list of redundant tracks flowed through the apartment as you sat typing at your small desk in the corner of the front room. The boxy space was as oppressive as any office space, another reason for your voluntary work at the gallery. Vanessa let you in the studio to paint. Without the privilege, you wouldn’t have the space for your easel.

You stretched your fingers and rubbed your eyes. You felt dizzy from staring at the screen, even with night mode on. The work was monotonous and made you restless. You wanted a pencil or brush in hand, a canvas before you, not this blaring laptop. You yawned and took a sip of your lukewarm water.

Your phone vibrated from across the room and you checked the time. Your lunch started soon but no one was really keeping track. As long as you got your assignments done, it didn’t matter when you chewed on toast and disassociated.

You got up and grabbed your phone from the corner table and leaned against the arm of the couch. You remembered how Marcus woke up there and grumbled as he lifted his head in pain. You couldn’t really feel bad for him going into work hungover. He embarrassed you and it didn’t quite sink in until after Clark left you to stare down at your drunk boyfriend.

An unknown number showed on your screen and you answered tentatively, ready to hang up at the first sales pitch. Your name came from the speaker and you recognized the deep voice in an instant. It took you back to the night before and the canvas hung on the wall.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you,” Clark said, “I only just had the paintings hung and I thought… well, I thought you might like to come see them in their new home.”

“Um…” you chewed your thumb, uncertain how to respond.

“Sorry, I know I can be a bit… to the point,” he laughed at himself, “how are you?”

“I’m good, just… taking a break.”

“You working?”

“Yeah, but I work from home,” you said as you touched the side of your neck, “I could… I could come see them but it might be a while before--”

“When are you finished work?” he asked bluntly.

“Four but I… maybe another day.”

“I don’t mean to be pushy but I did have something else to speak with you about,” he said, “a commission, like I mentioned.”

“Oh?”

“I kinda wanna get it started sooner than later, it will probably be pretty time-consuming,” he explained and you heard a clink and a soft sip, “I don’t wanna get into details on the phone but I promise, you will be compensated nicely.”

“You can’t wait until tomorrow?” you wondered.

“I suppose I can but it’d have to be during the day,” he responded, “why don’t you take some time to figure it out and get back to me by two? You can text me through this number.”

“Erm, sure,” you said uneasily, “I’m sorry, it’s just… very sudden, I don’t--”

“You can bring the boyfriend,” he said casually, “if you like.”

“He won’t be… home,” you said carefully, “I’ll let you know. Thank you.”

“I look forward to hearing from you,” he replied, “have a good day.”

“You, too,” you said and the line died.

You put your phone down and took a moment. Good things rarely happened to you. You struggled so long it was hard to think that might change. The skeptic in you told you there was something behind it all. That it couldn’t possibly be your art.

You went back to your computer and sighed as you waved away the screensaver with your mouse. The blinking cursor made you want to believe it was your big break.

🎨

You texted Clark at one and at four, you were in an Uber. Marcus drove his car to work and you stuck to buses and the underground when you could. The address was at least an hour out, the house among those estates on the edge of the city reserved for the upper echelon. You’d only ever seen the sprawling yards on your way to the next town.

When the car finally turned up the drive and you passed beyond a low brick wall, you felt entirely out of your depth. You tipped the Uber but didn’t feel too bad with the check from Vanessa sitting soundly in your account. You clutched the strap of your bag and walked along the curve of the brick work towards the stairs.

“Hey,” you stopped as Clark called to you, your ankle still tender from the night before.

You glanced over as he came out of the large garage and peeled off a pair of leather gloves. He smiled as he tucked them into his jacket pocket. You watched him and played with the clasp on your bag.

“Just got back from a drive,” he said, “I almost got carried away. I’m glad you made it.”

“Yeah, no problem,” you replied.

“Well, come on, let me show you around,” he waved behind you towards the front doors, “we’ll go on a tour and then we can talk details.”

“Wow,” you uttered mindlessly as you climbed the stairs to the door but kept the weight on your uninjured ankle, “this place is huge.”

“My contractor went a little crazy,” he scoffed, “but I can’t complain.”

He led you through the doors and directed you to the left. In the front room, your work was hung along the opposite wall, arranged in a way that drew the eye to them. You stepped closer and peered up at your work with a hint of awe. They looked even better in a place like that.

“I had my interior designer make the final call on where to hang them,” he explained, “I hope you don’t mind, I gave her your details. She said she had clients who might be interested in your work.”

“Really?” you breathed, “that’s… too nice.”

“Oh yeah? One day, you’ll be sick of rich pricks like me,” he grinned, “I’ll show you the pool, that’s usually the main attraction.”

“Sounds good,” you said as you followed but he paused and watched your stunted gait.

“I forgot, we can go slow,” he offered, “how’s the ankle?”

“I’ll make do,” you affirmed as you neared him, “just need to get my steps in.”

🎨

As you finished the tour of the second floor, you slowed along the long hall and admired the work of artists you only ever saw in museums. You couldn’t help but be enamoured by the historic blots of paint. You almost forgot where you were as you leaned in to read the initials beneath the pastel flowers.

“So,” Clark’s voice brought you back, you almost blanked him out entirely in your mind, “I think you might have noticed the empty space above the fireplace in the front room. I was hoping you could fill it.”

“Oh?” you looked at him and smiled nervously, “did you have something in mind? A landscape or--”

“Well, your portraits are great. I like the old world style. I was hoping you might do one of… me,” he suggested, “I know, it’s vain but why not?”

“I mean, yeah, I could do that,” you said.

“I’ll pay hourly plus materials,” he continued, “three hundred an hour.”

You almost choked at the number. You blinked and swallowed through your surprise.

“Even a small portrait would take at least twelve hours,” you warned, “are you sure?”

“I know it’s a lot of time for you, so… I was thinking, if you have to miss work, I’ll factor it into your rate. I would really like to get the project started as soon as we can,” he put his hand on his hip as he looked down at you, “the only thing I need from you is a list of materials. I’ll have them waiting for you here.”

“Here?”

“Well, yeah, I figure it makes most sense,” he turned his palm out.

“Hmm, sure, I prefer my own brushes but… you know I can just buy the stuff myself--”

“Ah, no, I want it to be perfect. You send me a list and I’ll have my assistant go out and get it all ready,” he assured, “How does Sunday sound?”

“Sunday?” you blanched. That was two days away.

“Like I said, Marcus is more than welcome to come with you,” he offered, “I’d hate to keep you from him too long.”

“I guess Sunday works,” you squeaked, “I’ll talk to Marcus.”

“Great,” he said coolly, “well, that’s business. How about a drink to seal the deal?”

“I don’t know, I should probably get back,” you fiddled with your bag against your hip.

“One drink won’t hurt,” he said, “go on, call the boyfriend and let him know you won’t be much longer.”

“I… thanks,” you murmured.

“You’re humble for an artist,” he joked as he sidled by you, “once you grow an ego, you’ll be unstoppable.” He neared the stairs as you turned to watch him, “I’ll be at the bar, waiting. You like gin?”

“Sure,” you answered as you pulled out your phone, “I’ll see you down there.”

🎨

When you told Marcus about your new side gig, he was even more excited than you. You were anxious and slightly hesitant. You hated to jump in feet first and risk losing more than a few tubes of paint. What if the work wasn’t good enough?

Marcus was more than willing to come with you when you told him about the size of the place. He knew by the area that it was extravagant. You sat in the passenger seat with the most expensive bottle of wine you’d ever bought cradled between your legs. You hated to show up empty handed after all of Clark’s generosity.

Marcus got lost and went down the wrong driveway before you righted your course. As you drove up, you were once more overcome from the rich rosebuds and sparkling fountain at the centre of the mosaic. You gripped the neck of the bottle and got out as Marcus whistled in awe.

“You weren’t kidding. This place is fucking nuts,” he swore, “I should’ve worn the tux from my brother’s wedding.”

“Please, Marcus,” you rolled your eyes, “let’s both try not to break anything.”

“You’re the clumsy one,” he chirped, “shit, you’re so lucky. You get to hang out here and paint all day? God, I wish I had an ounce of artistic talent. I’d trade it for code in a minute.”

You climbed the steps and clanged the large knocker on the right door. You waited a moment before an answer came and Clark appeared on the other side and beckoned you inside. He smiled as he shook Marcus’ hand.

“Thanks for joining us,” he said, “I would’ve felt awful stealing your girlfriend on the weekend like this.”

“Are you kidding me? She said you had a pool and I snuck the swim shorts into the backseat,” Marcus chuckled and you nudged him with your elbow.

“See?” Clark arched a brow, “the pool is always the seller.”

“Here,” you said as you held out the bottle of red, “for everything you’ve done and welcoming us into your home.”

“Ohhh,” he took the bottle and looked over the label, “I got a spot for this right behind the bar. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, I brought my brushes,” you patted the canvas bag on your shoulder.

“Mmm, yeah, well, I’ll just put this away and we’ll give Marcus the grand tour. Then I’ll get you situated,” he assured and rushed off.

He returned and pointed Marcus through to the front room, “you’ll see, just over here,” he directed him to your paintings.

“Oh, wow, babe,” Marcus marveled at the hung portraits, “you really did it.”

You smiled bashfully and Clark peeked over at you and winked. You squirmed as your cheeks burned and you turned away as he beckoned Marcus past the mantle.

“It’s a big place,” Clark said, “I’d like to get you started before noon.”

Clark led you along the same path as days before and slowed as you came back to the top of the stairs. He turned back and clapped his hands together.

“Marcus, if you wanna hop in the pool, we’re gonna start just in there,” he pointed to the one door you hadn’t looked through, “that’s the studio.”

“What about you?” Marcus asked.

“Well, I’ll be a part of the process so I’m afraid I will be just as busy but if you need anything, Nina, she has a crooked nose and mean mouth but don’t let her fool you, she’ll get you whatever you need,” he said, “just don’t track in water from the pool or she’ll string you up.”

“Oh, well, that doesn’t sound too bad. Some alone time in the sun and a pool,” Marcus grinned, “I really couldn’t ask for anything else… except you, babe.”

“Sure,” you scoffed, “go, have fun.”

Marcus kissed you quickly and thanked Clark again before he excitedly barreled down the steps. You scratched your neck as you looked back to your host, and you guessed, your new boss.

“I’m sorry about him. He can be such a kid sometimes,” you said.

“Nah, it’s fine,” he waved it off, “so, you ready to see your workspace? I kinda wanted it to be a surprise. Also, a bit last minute so it’s not perfect… yet.”

“Uh, yeah,” you answered, “can’t wait.”

He motioned you over to the tall dusty rose doors and hooked his fingers in the slotted handles. He slid them open and revealed an airy room with a tall ceiling and long windows. An easel stood facing the sun streaked glass, an immense canvas bigger than yourself, bigger than him, propped up on it. There was a ladder nearby and the table was set with a rainbow of paints and a large pallet.

Your lips parted as you neared the easel and stared up at the canvas, “you were right, it’s gonna be a lot of work.”

“I hope it’s not too much,” he said, “but you name your price. We’ll make it work.”

“No, no, I think for what you’re paying, I’ll do just fine,” you put your bag down daintily on the table, “so, uh, a portrait, I guess that means…”

Your voice trailed off as he went to the upholstered chair across the room, at an angle so you could see him from your vantage. Behind it, hung a velvet curtain to add to the scene and a bust on a pedestal. It felt surreal, like a dream.

You turned and pulled out the brushes, “I think you’ll get more tired than me, just sitting there.”

“I’ll make it through,” he assured as he sat, “is there anyway you’d like me to sit? Chin up, or…”

“Hmmm,” you turned to look at him, “I think… if you just put your shoulders back and… did you want a profile or--”

“I was thinking front-facing,” he stared at you steadily, unflinching as his eyes stuck to you, “just like this.”

“Perfect,” you said nervously and looked back to the table. 

There was water to rinse your brushes, rags, pencils, blending sticks; everything you needed and more. You took a pencil from the bunch and pulled over the ladder. You climbed up and looked over at Clark as he sat stoic and still. He looked picturesque in real life, you expected paint would only lend to his figure.

His eyes met yours and you turned to start tracing the basic shapes onto the canvas. You had to stop and steady your hand as you did. His gaze made it hard not to tremble.

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magic

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for too long. I'm sorry for the long wait. mentions of natasha is included in here and filth just filth, i also might have gone overboard with this:)

warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, top/bottom undertones, oral sex (wanda receiving), hints of voyeurism... think that's it tell me if i missed anything

requested: here. (Its long)

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When you were a kid, you found yourself always being attracted to magic. Something about it makes you think that it’s not all illusions, that a small fraction of it might actually be true. You went to bookstores spending your whole day looking for books that talked about magic. One morning as you were about to walk in the dining room to eat breakfast, you heard your mom and dad talking about magic. It was totally bizarre hearing them talk about it as they passed the topic like a child’s play. You decided to conceal your presence and listen in. “She’s starting to be more curious about magic Dave, you can’t hide it from her any longer” you heard your mother say. Your father defeatedly replied, “Well then I guess it is time to tell her”. Your father called you up and you stared at them. “Honey come and sit, your father has a lot to tell you” your mother gestured to the seat in the middle of the table. You take your seat and your father begins talking. “Honey, we are sorcerers, magicians, if that’s what you’d like to call it.” You jumped out of your seat with joy “I knew it! That’s the reason why I am so interested in magic!” You were disturbed from your little party when your mother said “we are bringing you to Becker Street, you will be trained by Doctor Stephen Strange ''. You packed your clothes immediately and went to Dr. Strange where you got trained.

Months after training, your control over your power grew. You went out to the training grounds when you saw a man dressed in a jacket, in jeans with long blonde hair angrily talking to Strange. You walk over when he exclaims “where is my brother?”. In a surprised motion he told you to scoot over and opened a portal where a man in black came falling. “ I have been falling! for 30 minutes!” the man angrily says emphasising the last few words. Standing up he faced you “is this y/n?” he goes nearer to you, examining each feature of your pale and soft face. “How does he know my name?” you question Strange with a demanding voice. “I’m sorry where are my manners, Y/n, this is Loki”, he gestures to the man fully dressed in black. “And this is Thor,” he says, gesturing to the man in jeans and jacket. Not caring about them, you question him further, “what are they doing here?”. Loki looks at you and says”we’re here for you darling.” Inhaling deeply Doctor Strange starts speaking “ y/n, they are from the avengers, now that you have full control over your power,you should consider joining them.” You stared at him confused “what is this gonna do for me?” “It can help you grow y/n, I've taught you all the things I have learned.” You sighed obviously defeated “Fine, but it’s only just because you told me to”. You grabbed your suitcase and packed your clothes. “Goodbye y/n i’ll be sure to check up on you” Strange hugs you and you proceed to enter the portal along with Loki and Thor.

You arrive in front of a room with a couple of people in it. You see two redheads, who immediately caught your attention but you dismissed it as soon as it entered your mind. You follow Loki and Thor and you walk towards the huddle of people sitting. “Hi you’re y/n?” the redhead says. Uncomfortable with all the attention that you received you replied “um, yeah hi, i’m y/n”. Another man entered the room with a big grin saying “Hi! Look who’s finally here, I'm Sam!” The rest of the team introduced themselves and you hung out with them for the whole day getting to know each other while exchanging a few laughs within each other. While talking to the team you could feel the intense stares of the two redheads. If looks could burn, it was guaranteed the back of your head would’ve been burned off. You try to shake it away by going to the bar when Natasha comes near you and whispers “you could feel it can’t you?” the way she whispered made you feel shivers running down your spine. Stuttering you replied back “wha-what do you mean?” With a chuckle “stop acting innocent kitten i know you can feel it”. With that she left you alone. You drank your drink and went back to your seat. You could almost swear you could see the room spinning so you excused yourself. “Wait!” you heard a rush exclaim and you turned back to see who it was and it was Wanda. “I’ll lead you to your room, you seem like you’re really drunk”. You grin widely and say “well I don’t normally drink like this, it’s a surprise I even lasted this long”. You both laughed and she laid you on your bed and said “y/n if you need me, my room is right next to yours goodnight!” You didn’t get the chance to respond when your eyes closed and you drift away to a dreamless sleep.

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You wake up the next day with a very terrible hangover. You go down and you see Wanda cooking. “Good morning y/n, help yourself” she hands you a plate filled with food. Grateful that you were given some food, you sat down and started to eat right away. “Hey! slow down you might choke right there” she says while laughing. You abruptly stopped laughing when Natasha entered,she looked at you and Wanda and you could feel a pang of guilt as she looked at you with sadness. “Hey Nat, want some food?” you offered hoping she’d take up on your offer. Your kind smile turned into a frown when she declined your offer, “No thanks” she said and left. “Seems like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today” Tony stated as he entered the room grabbing a glass of water. “That’s goodluck to you y/n you’re training with her today”. You were caught off guard and began coughing, “I'm sorry what? training?”Steve enters the room and answers “yes now go get ready, you’re in for a tough ride”. You rushed to your room and changed into your workout clothes. Grabbing your water bottle you head to the training room and you see Natasha warming up. “Hey” you approach her while putting your water bottle on the table. “Come on and warmup” she replied, not even glancing at you. Confused as to why she was acting like this, you confront her “Hey, what’s wrong?”. “Nothing, just focus on warming up, we're starting soon” she stands up and walks away. Just like she requested, you went back to warming up.

After your warm up, she called you to start your training. You stood in front of her but you couldn’t focus as she was out of her catsuit and she was only wearing a sports bra and leggings, and everytime she breathed her firm breasts hung up and down as well. You didn't notice you we're staring until Nat called you out. “see something you like? come on focus, my eyes are here not down there.” she said with a smirk. You immediately avert your eyes to her face. Stammering you say “im- i’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare”. She laughed, “I'm sure you didn’t” she replied sarcastically. Catching you off guard she wiped her feet under yours causing you to fall flat on your butt with a loud “thwack”. “That’s for staring at my breasts too long” Nat immediately extended her hand to help you up but you didn't accept it you had other plans in mind. You stood up abruptly using your hands and started punching in a non rhythmic pattern. She immediately noticed your pattern and in no time was starting to dodge your punches very easily. She scoffed at your petty attempt and started throwing punches as well. Thankfully you were able to dodge most of her punches, when you didn’t it would end up hitting you harshly square in the face. She gave you no time to recover so all you could do was back up and dodge. You didn’t notice that you were near the wall until you felt it hit your back. Natasha gasped for breath and she was inexplicably close. You could feel her breathing near your neck. She took your hands and pinned them to the wall while roughly kissing your neck. You couldn’t stifle a low moan coming out from your lips. You could feel her smirking to your neck, she separated her lips and looked at you while saying “тебе это нравится, не так ли, котенок” (you like that don’t you kitten?). Unable to speak, you nodded frantically. You could feel a pool of wetness and you tried to hide it by crossing your legs but Natasha swiped her finger over your clothed heat and you couldn't stop but let out a small whimper. She pulled away before things could get more messy than it already is. You let out a small cry of desperation and look at her with plain lust filling your mind. “What?” she questioned you. Running off while grabbing your water you shouted “no , nothing absolutely nothing”

Panting, you opened the door to your room. You collapsed to your bed thinking of how you let Natasha easily get to you and how your core immediately reacted to her. You were interrupted from your thoughts when a knock came to your room, so you quickly threw a blanket over your body. “Come in,” you replied. You saw Wanda with her nose all scrunched up. “We’ve got a mission, it’s Hydra”. Your eyes softened as you recalled what they had done to her. “Suit up and head to the quinjet we’re going in 15” With that she left you. You couldn’t get your mind wrapped around that you had a mission- your mind was filled with lust from the previous incident with Natasha. Without thinking of the consequences, you snaked your hands to your needy core and laughed at how wet it is. Not wasting any time, you inserted your finger to your pussy and gasped at how full you felt. You pinched your nipple and you curled your fingers until you felt your orgasm coming. You released a loud gasp before cumming. You didn’t realize that Wanda didn’t actually walk away from your door and she heard what you had been doing. “What a naughty girl” she walked away smirking to herself.

You got up and wiped yourself up, changed into your suit and went to the quinjet. “I will check the perimeters and Steve and Natasha will stay on ground, while Wanda and Y/n will go in and check for any agents we can question and any casualties.” Tony said. You arrive at the Hydra base and you get off the Quinjet. “Y/n follow my lead I know where to go” you hear Wanda say in a hushed voice. You followed her lead and you went into an underground room when you heard a bunch of footsteps creeping up on you. You turn around and you see an agent with a gun aiming it at Wanda. “Wanda!” You push her to the side and you end up taking the bullet while also using your powers to cast the agent down on the floor. Crouching near your body, Wanda carefully picked you up and ran towards Tony and the others. “Y/n is down she needs help” Wanda said while panting. “Take her to the quinjet we will be right at your back” Natasha replied not taking her focus away from the Hydra Agents she was combating at the moment. Wanda ran towards the quinjet carrying you carefully. You and the others returned to the tower and they brought you to medbay. Bruce immediately checked your wound. “How is she?” Natasha and Wanda asked in sync. “Luckily it’s only a small wound, she’d be up in about 30 minutes, I suggest she train lightly in about 2 hours.” Bruce replied while looking at his watch. After resting you got up and went to your room preparing for light training. You trained with Natasha but she only made you sit for almost the entire duration of training. You could only get a few punches in ”You should take a shower and rest, you're stinky” Natasha told you while laughing. Snickering you replied “shut up Romanoff you’re way stinkier than me” you tease her while making your way out of the gym. While making your way to your room you start wondering where Wanda was, as you had seen her last in medbay. You arrived at your room and prepared your clothes and stripped out your sweaty gym clothes. You took your towel and entered your bathroom when you saw Wanda in your bathtub looking at you smirking. What surprised you was that she was naked- in front of you. You were disturbed from your thoughts when she slowly approached you and you stared at her perfectly shaped breasts hanging freely with her fully erect nipple. “Wha-what are you doing? You asked her as she began closing in on you” You could feel your pussy aching, desperately begging to be touched.

“What do you think?” she kissed your neck forcing a sweet moan to come out from your lips. “You like that hmm?” she asked, her voice hoarse from the hotness pooling in her legs. You could only nod in response. “I asked you a question use your big girl words малютка(baby)” she snarled at you harshly. “Yes I- i love it mommy” you couldn’t stop yourself from calling her mommy and you could feel her smirk against your neck. You started to grind your mound against her legs, desperate for release. You drag her hand towards your pussy, you had to let her know how much you craved her touch. “Jesus Christ” she breathed out. “You’re this wet and I barely even touched you” she mocked you. She broke the contact and you let out a desperate cry. “Patience malysh we’ve got a lot of time to ourselves” she said gesturing to the bed. “Bed. Now” she demanded.

You decided to play with fire and crossed your arms “No.” You see her narrow her eyes at you “Y/n. Bed.Now” you smirked more “make me” She carried you to the bed and laid you down “you’re gonna regret being such a brat” You couldn’t contain an excited wail of what she had planned for you. She placed her hands at your hips and slowly kissed your neck down to your breasts. Her lips quickly wrapped around your needy nipple and a moan escaped from your mouth. “Please mommy, I won’t be a brat ever again just please” you begged. “Hmm? what was that? use your words. I don’t know what you want kitten”. She went back to teasing you, getting dangerously close to your pussy. Bucking your hips, you begged “Please mommy, please, please fuck me.”

She rolled her tongue directly at your pussy and you thought you were going to cum right there and then. She circled her tongue and sucked your clit making you arch your back from the intense pleasure you were feeling. She applied more pressure making you moan out loud grabbing her hair towards your pussy urging her to go harder. You gasped as you felt two fingers enter your pussy, you felt so full. “Just like that o-oh please” you begged. You could almost visualize her smirk when she replied “do you want me to go deeper kitten?” You were so deep into the pleasure that you couldn’t form words properly and nodded instead but unfortunately it wasn’t enough for her. “I want to hear you beg baby.” Stuttering you forced yourself to beg “mommy pl-, please go deeper, please” you let out a long moan when she started to go deeper. “Just like that please just like that” you chanted. A few more thrusts you felt your orgasm nearing and you tried so hard not to cum, you didn’t want to show her that you couldn’t last any longer. “I can feel you trying not to cum kitten, let go” she whispered. That command was enough to let go and soon enough your hips were bucking up and down. That was definitely the most intense orgasm you felt throughout your entire life. You slowly started going down from your high when Wanda started to speed up her movements again, this time, adding a third finger. She combined it with flattening her tongue to your clit and flicking through it. She curled her fingers and that sent you over the edge, this time, screaming her name out loud. She lapped your juices and kissed you. “You taste so good.”

“Sit on my face” you grasp her smooth and milky legs guiding her onto your face. You could sense how eager she is when she immediately propped herself on top of you. You could smell her arousal and you started to tease her by giving slow and wet kisses to the sides of her legs, inching closer and closer to where she truly needed you. “Y/n please stop teasing” wanda slowly croaks out. “Hmm, what was that? What do you need?” you say, making her whine. “Please y/n please, just fuck me right now” she said while toying with her nipples” Satisfied that you successfully made Wanda beg, you began to roll your tongue over to Wanda’s pussy. Arching her back, a throaty moan falls from Wanda’s sweet lips which makes you groan sending jolts towards Wanda’s heat. “Oh my god” wanda exclaims with her eyes rolling back to her head. You groan once more when you finally inserted two fingers just to see how easily it slipped in due to how wet she is. You could feel Wanda tensing around your fingers as you pumped harder and harder aiming to hit her sweet spot. She began to grasp your hair, chanting your name like a prayer. “Y/n.y/n.y/n.” You take it as a sign of her being close, you add another finger into her while pumping twice as hard. She was clenching your fingers, you could tell she was really close. You placed your mouth on her clit, torturing the nub and curling your fingers hitting the spot you've been aiming at perfectly. “Ahhh y/n, fuckk” Wanda moans at the intense pleasure you were giving her. You started to pump slower and slower letting Wanda ride her high. Panting, she laid down beside you “i haven’t cum hard like that” she looked at you smiling. You swell with pride at the confession she gave you. You give her a peck while grabbing the sheets to cover yourselves up.

★☆★☆

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stupid things haikyuu!! boys do for attention

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a/n | so my last headcanons post blew up? so I decided to make more. yeah. have this. 

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↬ kuroo 

pretends he doesn’t know how to tie a tie so you’ll do it for him 

makes seven terrible science puns in succession, please respond 

sometimes grumbles very loudly about his backaches after coming back from work, give him a massage and he’ll love you forever :) 

he doesn’t ask for much, you can just sit on the couch/bed and use your phone/read a book and he’ll just settle down on your lap— kuroo will start purring if you stroke his head, this is not up for discussion 

↬ tsukishima

istg he’s a cat 

if you give him attention he’ll scratch you, if you don’t give him attention he’ll sulk like a grumpy cat until you give him attention 

‘if you keep using your phone you’re going to become a four-eyes like me’ he’ll mock you, proceed to take your phone from you, and wordlessly demand cuddles like the annoying beanpole he is 

alright but fine we love him so he gets cuddles and a whack on the head because ‘I was reading a very interesting article, kei’ 🙄

↬ shirabu 

another grumpy cat

sometimes pretends he had a bad day at work so you’ll coddle him 

for the love of god kenjirou stop slamming the door loudly, we get it, you want cuddles 

he cannot communicate like a human being when it comes to asking for affection so oop you’re going to have to learn shirabu’s body language now 

if he plops down on his desk with a giant medical-related book please prepare coffee and cuddles <3 he’s stressed 

↬ oikawa

shameless. completely shameless. will outright demand attention. 

this 20+ year old man will whine and he’s not going to be embarrassed about it 

‘y/n-channn please put down your phone and pay attention to me :( ’

please give him attention, we love oikawa tooru in this house (despite the oikawa slander going on in my smau) 

i don’t know how to say this but he’s going to really like it if you play with his hair. tie it into tiny tiny braids or something. also i’d do anything to get my hands on his floofy hair so. 

↬ kita 

the politest when it comes to asking for attention

‘y/n, i know you’re busy but would you like to go for a walk/watch a movie later tonight?’ 

that’s kind of his... subtle way of saying he wants to spend time with you. he also wants your attention but thinks its’ too selfish of him to outright ask it from you 

say yes. i think its’ the obvious choice. 

he considers sharing his day with you as you giving him attention, he would also love it if you shared your day with him! 

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hello I am back with headcanons because for some reason a lot of people like that so here goes nothing 

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