#i am not forcing name head cannons on you | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

geronimosong · 3 months

Text

Okay, for a long time, I had a head cannon. Now that we have a great new adaptation, it is a good time to share it.

I firmly believe that the Neriad Percy meets after his fall from St. Louis Arch is Amphitrite, the Sea Goddess and Wife of Posiedon. Why do I believe this well? Firstly, she is the highest regarded Nereid, and after Amphitrite married Poseidon, the Nereids became part of their royal court.

I wasn't quite sure what to do, so I bowed. "You're the woman who spoke to me in the Mississippi River." "Yes, child. I am a Nereid, a spirit of the sea. It was not easy to appear so far upriver, but the naiads, my freshwater cousins, helped sustain my life force. They honor Lord Poseidon, though they do not serve in his court." "And … you serve in Poseidon's court?" She nodded. "It has been many years since a child of the Sea God has been born. We have watched you with great interest."

"If my father is so interested in me," I said, "why isn't he here? Why doesn't he speak to me?" A cold current rose out of the depths. "Do not judge the Lord of the Sea too harshly," the Nereid told me. "He stands at the brink of an unwanted war. He has much to occupy his time. Besides, he is forbidden to help you directly. The gods may not show such favoritism.' "Even to their own children?" "Especially to them. The gods can work by indirect influence only. That is why I give you a warning, and a gift." She held out her hand. Three white pearls flashed in her palm. - Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief

Theseus and Amphitrite, Athenian red-figure kylix C5th B.C., Metropolitan Museum of Art

Secondly, in mythology, King Minos questions Theseus's parentage with a ring thrown into the sea. Proving his connection to Poseidon, Theseus dives, carried by dolphins, to Poseidon's palace. Amphitrite treats him as a son, gifting him a purple cloak and a crown. Theseus triumphantly returns to his ship with these divine presents, reminiscent of Percy's encounter with a Nereid in "Lightning Thief."

Though Theseus proves his parentage to Poseidon, the god is not in the underwater palace. Theseus gains the ability to breathe underwater from Amphitrite. This parallels Percy's first underwater experience. You might ask why his stepmom would decide to help him; well, it is her kingdom that is at unwanted war, and Percy is her hope, too. In Riordan's own words, Poseidon and her have an open relationship:

“Most of the gods are jerks,” Delphin agreed. “And they have a lot of girlfriends even after they get married—” “Gah!” Amphitrite said. “I wouldn’t care about that. I’m not the jealous type. I just don’t want to be mistreated. I want to be my own person, do my own thing, without some man lording over me!”

As the years went by, Amphitrite discovered that Delphin was right. She did love her children even more than seabass, and most of the time Poseidon was a very good husband. He did have a lot of affairs with nymphs and mortals and whatnot, but strangely that didn’t bother Amphitrite so much. As long as Poseidon didn’t try to own her and tell her what to do, and as long as he was good to their three children, Amphitrite was cool. She was even nice to Poseidon’s demigod children, unlike some other goddesses I could name. (Cough, Hera, cough.) One time the hero Theseus came to visit, and Amphitrite treated him like an honored guest. She even gave him a purple cloak to wear, which was a sign of kingship. She’s been pretty cool to me, too. She doesn’t freak out when I leave my dirty laundry in the guest room. She makes cookies for me. She’s never tried to kill me that I know of. Pretty much all you could ask of an immortal stepmom. - Percy Jackson's Greek Gods

The description that Percy gives of Neriad matches the way he describes Amphitrite in Percy Jackson's Greek Gods, Although it could be argued that all the Neriads are described in the same Percy imagines the Neriad to resemble his mom because of the warmth she emits.

She had flowing black hair, a dress made of green silk. Light flickered around her, and her eyes were so distractingly beautiful I hardly noticed the stallion-sized sea horse she was riding. - Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief

She came in riding a hippocamps, in traditional depictions Amphitrite is represented either enthroned beside Poseidon or driving with him in a chariot drawn by sea-horses (hippocamps). It is one of her queenly attributes that separates her from the other Nereids along with her crown.

Amphitrite was gorgeous. The more she tried to avoid the gods, the more they pursued her. Her black hair was pinned back in a net of pearls and silk. Her eyes were as dark as mocha. She had a kind smile and a beautiful laugh. Usually, she dressed in a simple white gown. - Percy Jackson's Greek Gods

Amphitrite sat on a coral ledge, watching the sunset filter through the deep water and make rosy streaks in the seaweed forests. A seabass lay in her open palm, all blissed out, because Amphitrite really had a way with fish. Normally I don’t think of sea bass as cuddly, but they loved her. Delphin could see why Poseidon liked her. She radiated a sort of kindness and gentleness that you don’t see in a lot of immortals. Usually with gods, the longer they lived, the more they acted like spoiled children. Delphin wasn’t sure why, but that whole thing about getting wiser as you got older? Not so much. - Percy Jackson's Greek Gods

Hestia is the only other God that Percy has such an honorable description of in this entire book. This is significant. So, I can't wait to see if the show proves my theory to be right or not.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #disney percy jackson #grover underwood #pjo #pjo series #pjo theory #pjo thoughts #poseidon #Amphitrite #percy series #greek gods #greek mythology #lightning thief

236 notes · View notes

thethirdtriplet · 6 months

Text

Head cannon for the Batkids:

So, we’re all aware that out of all Bruce’s kid Tim is the only one that’s ever gotten away with lying to him on more than one occasion.

And we know how smart he is, right, so if over the years he just keep doing it, lying to Bruce, about small things that wouldn’t really harm anyone. Just so he could observe and keep track of how much he can get a way with, for future reference of course.

But he gets so good at it that Bruce, Bat “the most paranoid person on the planet” man, immediately trusts his words, just like that.

Honestly why wouldn’t he? Tim hasn’t given him anything to doubt. He’d been carful over the years. 1-Hiding his tracks, 2-being overly truthful, 3-keeping his reputation as clean as possible.

1-He breaks something? Bruce wouldn’t know, cause he hid the evidence, bought a replica or straight up gaslights Bruce into thinking it never existed.

2-He stirs up trouble with the YJ, he’d tell Bruce with all honesty what happened, to the point where Bruce just expects the truth when Tim reports a mission to him, unbeknownst to him, that half of it is lies.

3-He keeps this up in his years as Robin to stay in his good graces, obviously, he’s polite, diligent, reliable and responsible, who wouldn’t trust a boy that’s so mature for his age?

Of course then his sibling find out about this certain skill of his and employ him to lie for them.

——————————

Dick, broke a chandelier he was not supposed to be swinging on? No problem; Timmy’s on it:

Dick: *tries giving Tim the puppy dog eyes that have virtually no effect on him*

Tim: *sends him an unimpressed look*

Tim: Bruce, just look at that ancient looking chandelier and tell me it wasn’t going to fall on someone’s head one day or the other?

Bruce: …

Tim: *sighs exasperatedly*

Tim: Do you have such little faith in your own son that you would believe he would endanger himself doing something that could potentially injure him, that you specifically told him not to do.

Tim: *sends a pointed look towards dick*

Dick: *sends him a sheepish smile*

Bruce: …

Bruce: *relents*

Bruce: I guess you’re right.., and the chandelier is quite old,..I’ll have to buy a replacement..

Bruce: *walks away*

Tim: You owe me, for this.

Dick: Yeah, I know, but thanks anyway Timmy!

——————————

Jason, scratched the Batmobile, he wasn’t permitted to drive? Bribe Tim; to deal with Bruce:

Jason: I’ll cook for you, anything you want, as payment.

Tim: *sighs*

Tim: Bruce, are you really sure you were careful with the Batmobile, last nigh? I seem to remember, you were in quite a rush to catch up to two-face, who was escaping in his getaway car.

Bruce: I checked on it last night, and don’t remember any scratches…

Tim: You were dead on your feet last night, barley even able to change out of your gear, write a full report, then head to bed, it shouldn’t be surprising that you missed a few scratches on the car.

Bruce: …

Bruce: I guess so… I’ll just have to keep a more attentive eye on it, next time…

Bruce: *walks away*

Tim: I’ll be expecting breakfast burritos, to appear on my plate, in the morning.

Jason: You can expect anything you want, and I’ll make it happen, after that save, nerd-bird.

——————————

Damian, snuck in an injured cat to take care of, before sending them off to the shelter? ‘Force’ Drake, to help:

Damian: While I usually wouldn’t resort to you for assistance, Drake, I must reluctantly admit, I am in need of it.

Tim: I’ll only agree, if you name the cat Drake.

Damian, who already named the long haired, black furred, blue eyed cat, after Tim: Very well.

Later on:

Bruce: *spots the new cat*

Bruce: Tim, is it just me or does Alfred the cat look.. different.

Tim: I’m not sure what you’re talking about, B.

Bruce: I could have sworn his eyes were yellow, not blue?..

Tim: Are you sure, though? Perhaps you’re mistaken. Maybe it’s a trick of the light? There’s a lot of reasons, as to why you could have mistaken the cat’s eye colour.

Bruce: …

Bruce: I guess… if you say so…

Later, later on:

Damian: Drake, Drake, the cat, has been adopted, as of late, by a loving and nurturing family (as loving and nurturing a family can be, in Gotham).

Tim: Cool.

——————————

Cassandra wants Bruce to attend her recital, but he’s busy? Ask Tim for help:

Bruce: Odd, I remember I had a few more cases to finish today…

Tim: Ohhh, those? Yeah, you gave them to me, not long ago.

Bruce: …I did?

Tim: Yeah! Just last night, when you told me you promised cass, you’d attend her recital, tonight. So I suggested, to handle those cases for you.

Bruce: …

Bruce: That does seem like something I’d do, thanks for reminding me, Tim, I’m glad I can count on you.

Tim: Of course, B.

Later on:

Cass, hugging Tim; to show her appreciation.

——————————

Duke, may or may not have skipped school after first period? Get Tim to help:

Tim: Bruce, is the school absolutely sure, he hadn’t attended his classes, I mean you can obviously see, from the security camera, that he entered the school gates this morning.

Bruce: The teachers stated that he didn’t answer when his name was called in class, and that they didn’t see him all day, on school grounds. None of the security cameras captured any sight of him, other than when he entered, through the gates.

Tim: Ohhh, I see, he must’ve been honing his bat-skills, you know sneaking around, undetected, in school, that must be why no one noticed him, not even the security cameras.

Bruce: …

Bruce: You’re right. I’ll be speaking to the principal about the staff’s inability to locate him, when he was obviously on school grounds.

Bruce: Then, I’ll talk to Duke about refraining from using his bat-skills in our civilian lives. Even if it’s for training purposes. Although I’ll have to commend him, for attending the whole day, undetected.

Later on:

Duke: Are you sure I can’t do something to repay you, I mean, you saved my hide, just now.

Tim: Well.. there is this new juice bar I’ve been wanting to check out, I could use the company.

Duke: No way! I heard about it too, hold on let my grab my phone, then we can head out.

#tim drake #dick grayson #bruce wayne #jason todd #damian wayne #duke thomas #cassandra cain

275 notes · View notes

morallyinept · 3 months

Note

Nepty, im humbly asking…

… for more out-of-shape, sympathy-weight-packin, thicc daddy Fish.

So be for you ask, I know… why is this request coming from me? Well… yeah, I got two chubby Frankies percolating constantly in my noggin cottage, but your Frankie… the cannon accurate Frankie with more meat on his bones… I NEED HIM. I YEARN FOR HIM.

please, Nepty - help a thirsty thot out!

I’m-looking-for-the-sky-to-save-me regards,

Beefro👌🥩💜

Come Back To Me - A Frankie Morales One Shot

Hey Beefro! 🖤

Look, I humbly worship at your pot-bellied Pedro Boy altar! I am so not worthy, my friend! And the fact YOU love my canon-realistic thicc Frankie-boy makes this gal blush and squeal like a Red Wattle Hog being spit roasted on Labour Day, seriously... I am in awe of you. 🥹 So, can I do this justice for you, my mighty meat queen? 🤔😬 I mean, I'll give it a (one) shot. 🫣

Summary: Frankie makes you a promise and seals it with more than a kiss.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub.)

Word Count: 2.8k-ish

Scoville Smut Rating: 🌶️🌶️ "It's the emergence, of."

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here

Explicit: Established relationship/unprotected PIV (wrap up, folks!)

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. ☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned. I write for me, and I share with you. If this story isn't to your taste, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author's Note: This is part of the Frankie's Way universe. Frankie Spanish translated at the bottom.

Enjoy! 🖤

You can hear the tinkering. It's what wakes you to find his side of the bed empty. Nothing but a heavy indent in the bare sheets.

That tinny sound of metal upon metal clanking as you pad your way through to the kitchen, after checking on Gigi who's still sound asleep in her crib.

You can already hear the expletive slurs in Spanish, and grunts of frustration ebbing in from outside.

You enter the side door leading into the garage, to see Frankie going at the garage door that's rolled halfway up - or down, depending on your outlook - with a handful of tools that aren't doing a thing to appease it loose where it's gotten caught on it's damn rusted hinges again.

You sigh and you hear him growl out in a deep frustration at it.

Sweat shimmers at you from the back of his neck under the nape of unruly curls squashed to his head by his cap, and you wonder how long he's been at it.

Leaning up, his grey t-shirt rises up his back at he stretches, revealing tanned divots in the golden flesh, and a waist that's fuller and dumpy and makes your mouth salivate.

He's packed on a few pounds since settling into fatherhood, and you don't mind at all, enjoying that he might have a third helping of the meals you cook, or indulging his sweet tooth in a rogue dessert or two.

You rouse his attention when he glances at you over his broad shoulder chucking the tools down on the work bench with gritted teeth.

"Hey, did I wake you?" He says concerned, and his expression softening immediately. He traipses over to you and lets his eyes drop over the crumpled silk camisole and shorts you've slept in.

You shake your head as he presses a kiss to the side of your jaw; the soft scruff tickling gently, and his big hands settle on your hips.

"The door's gone again?" You query bleakly, and he nods looking at you with deep chocolate eyes that seem tired.

"Yeah, piece of shit. I don't know if I can fix it this time." He murmurs with a helpless shrug.

You sigh again, knowing it's forcing you to confront the obvious. It's all stacking up in odds against your resolve.

You need a new garage door. You need money to buy a new garage door that you both don't have. You need money for more diapers and groceries that seem never-ending in their need; for new clothes as you've noticed Frankie's wearing the same t-shirts with holes in them that seem to be getting bigger and wider as he stretches them out now with his chunkier build.

You need money for the mortgage payment that's already late this month.

Frankie's putting in the overtime at the workshop, but it just isn't enough. You'd contemplated picking up some hours at a coffee shop or something to help, but he insisted you be with Gigi when he saw how upset being parted from her, whilst she's still so young, made you.

But you both can't keep struggling like this. It's unfair almost. It makes you resent that the guys don't seem to be struggling as much as you and Frankie are.

Will proudly showed off his new TV at the barbecue he threw last week as Frankie scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he flicked through the HD channel offerings, and you were certain Benny wore new sneakers.

You need the money that's buried at the bottom of that chasm in the Andes mountains to buy a new fucking garage door.

Frankie growls into your shoulder with a defeated sigh, seemingly able to read your thoughts.

You've both spoken about Pope's unexpected visit and proposal at length ever since he left the offer hanging over your heads like a precarious weight ready to crush you at any second. Discussed through all the pros and cons.

The biggest con being Frankie returning on a slab of ice like Tom did. You shudder and Frankie's arms are felt caressing at your back.

"You cold, hermosa?" He asks.

You shake your head in defeat. "We need that money, Frankie." You whisper gravely as it cuts slinters in your stomach lining to say it out loud.

It can do so much more than replace the garage door. It can give you a comfortable life, a stress-free life. One where you're not losing your hair in the shower thinking about how you're going to be able to afford to pay the bills this month.

It'll give Gigi a good start, a nest egg. Enable Frankie to get good support with his ongoing sobriety and cut back on the hours you know are killing him. But he never complains despite it all.

It's a beguiling thought that's been haunting you ever since Pope shoved it so easily under your nose, making your fingers twitch with all the possibilities. All the tempting could-be's and what-ifs.

And you want to hate him for it, for passing you a much needed life line. You want to resent the very fabric of the idea of Frankie returning with him and the boys to go and retrieve it because you know what it could cost.

You know what you could lose for the sake of some printed paper. But it's printed paper that you need to live this life with Frankie. A life that you almost lost the first time. You wonder how it would be, if it would be worth it. How he'll be when he returns this time...

You think about the box sitting on the dining table full of his Delta Force gear that he'd packed away and shoved into the attic after last time, vowing it would never come out again as you both realised that stupid expedition almost cost you everything.

You were infuriated to learn it had all been for nothing. He came back with nothing, and more of a loss than when he left.

And now, it's all there. His tac vest, his desert boots embedded with sand, his guns... all ready for him to put back on when you to say the word. Because he wouldn't commit fully to Pope, not without your say so this time. It wasn't about Pope and the others.

It was about you and Gigi. It was about his world.

Frankie nods, pressing his forehead to yours. "I know, baby." He squeezes at your hips gently.

His body is warm from the exertion of trying to fix the garage door. His t-shirt is damp around the neck and under the arms and he smells musky. You run your nose along his shoulder inhaling the salt of him in.

Things had gotten back on track with you both, despite it taking time and effort to repair the holes. He's stayed sober despite this being a trying time. You'd been proud of him for stepping up, for coming back to himself. For realising that he could put Gigi down and she'd be fine, even though most of the time she was sat on his hip as he moved about the house when he was home.

You'd both finally been able to be intimate again after so much trepidation and angst, and it was amazing. Having Frankie back between your legs on an almost nightly basis, even after Pope's damning offer.

And to lose all it all now? The thought bites horribly at your ankles and makes you feel sick.

"Promise me." You look up at him. "Promise me you'll come back."

"You know I will." He says seriously.

"Promise me, Francisco." You repeat. You only use his full name with heavy gravitas and he knows how heavy this is for you. For you both.

Your hands run over the thickness of his own hips, fingers shucking into his belt loops and pulling him towards you. "If I let you go get it, you have to promise me you'll come back. That's the deal."

"I promise. I promise I will come back to you both, te lo juro." Frankie nods.

You nod back as he presses another kiss to your jaw. He trails more up the side of your face into your hairline. Your hands squeeze at his ass, meatier and fuller after months of packing on the pounds, his jeans being tighter against it.

You wonder if this shape and weight of him now could manage such a treacherous expedition. Whether it would be a hindrance or to his ultimate detriment.

You squeeze your eyes shut willing your mind not to go there. It can't. He can't-

"Hey," you feel his fingers tilt your chin up to face him. "I'm coming back," he promises sincerely.

And when Frankie looks into your eyes, you believe him when he says he'll come back for you and Gigi. And he'll come back with the golden ticket you both so desperately need.

"There's no way I'm leaving you, okay?" He says, as you nod despondently. It's the only choice you have and you both know it. You both need this. "Do you trust me?"

"Yeah, I do. We need this," you appease.

"I'll be back within a week. Won't even notice I'm gone."

"Yes I will. I'll be worrying non-stop until you're back here with us." You say, with a faint smile ghosting over your lips.

"I don't want you to worry, baby."

"Too late," you say.

"We're doing it my way. I have a plan. For every eventuality." He confirms. "It's all I can think about. We should have fuckin' done it my way last time. Maybe if we did, Tom would..."

"Don't do that. It wasn't your fault." You say.

He nods solemnly. "I know." You see him quickly blink away the excess moisture pooling in his eyes.

"Besides, I'm always going to worry. No matter how prepared you are, or how big or strong you are..." You say, groping at the thickness of his shoulders and then down to his biceps. You groan as you squeeze them and he notices.

"You like that, huh?"

"I love it," you say with a smirk.

"It's your fault, fattening me up. You're too good of a cook."

"Just more of you to love," you giggle, as he presses his face into yours. He kisses across your cheek and settles on your lips. You can feel how hard he is as he crushes you into his arms and against his stacked body.

Slipping his tongue inside your mouth you can't help but moan and falter in his grip; like pudding slipping through his fingers, your legs buckle and you feel instantly weak for him.

"Prometo que voy a volver, hermosa," he whispers.

Your hands work his belt and zipper as he squeezes your ass.

"I believe you," you confirm. "I'm gonna miss you so much." You gasp around his lips. You can feel all the heat in your body flooding towards your core.

"I'm gonna to miss you too, baby."

"Show me," you entice.

You reach in and pull out his fat, leaking cock into your hands without hesitation. You both groan at the sight of it; swollen thick and with a flushed head and succulently wet.

You trail your hand up, pushing his t-shirt out of the way to get a better view of the tanned paunch he has settling over his hips. You run your fingers across it, skimming gently and making him shudder before taking a handful of his belly and squeezing gently as you jerk him slowly in you other hand.

He whines, his own hands pulling down the straps of your camisole and taking your freed, puffy nipples into his mouth.

"Mmm, Frankie..." you groan, as he latches on, sucking and nipping across them both hungrily. "Fuck me," you plead.

You need him. You need him inside you filling you up with more than his promises.

Quickly, he pulls you to him and pushes you against the work bench. Turning you so your back is against his chest, and pulls your shorts down as your hands reach behind you, knocking his cap off and clawing through those sweaty curls desperately.

He reaches forward and swipes his fingers between your thighs finding a slick, wet pool waiting for him. You arch your back and groan out as his fingers tease through your folds, circling on your clit making your thighs shake.

"Fuck," he moans into your hair. "Siempre estás tan lista para mi."

"Baby, I need you," you sigh, reaching round for his cock that's leaking more wet strings onto your butt cheek as you grind against him.

You feel his stomach crush into your back as he groans when you touch him. He's so heavy against you and you pulse at the thought of his weight sinking you into the mattress beneath him when he fucks you hard in bed.

He lines himself up, sliding his thick head through your drenched lips, once, twice before he sinks himself into you, stretching you open again around him.

You both cry out, a little louder than you probably should with the garage door rolled up halfway. Anyone passing by on the street at that moment would see both your bare legs and know immediately what's happening. But you don't care.

You need him. You need Frankie like this, all thick and heavy and crushing against you with his warmth and heavy belly as he buries himself deep into your sopping cunt from behind.

You need to remember the feel of him like this on your body whilst he's gone.

His arms wrap around your stomach holding you tight against him as his hips shunt up and fuck you deeply. Every breath catches in the back of his throat as he does it, and your whines and moans only grow louder.

Twisting, your lips find his as he sucks in breaths with each hard thrust, his hands sliding up to massage and grope at your breasts. Both of you locked tight together, squeezing and gripping on to one another.

"Mmm," you groan around his teeth. He feels so good, filling you full of him. His thick thighs hitting against the back of yours, the weight of him against you making you safe and warm. Knuckles bruising against your own as you scramble for one another and lock fingers.

His digits on his other hand play with your clit, circling around that buzzing hub of nerves as your thighs shake again, and you can't help but bend forward into the pleasure of it all as it builds.

You feel it at the back of your skull, blooming like a flower with petals unfurling that blind you. "You feels so fucking good, don't stop!" You whine as you hold onto the work bench.

He grips onto your hips and fucks you harder now; thighs now slapping against your ass as he bottoms out continuously, filling the deepest parts of you with him.

Frankie leans over, kissing over your shoulders and neck. You feel his teeth indent and bite as he sucks the skin there. "Fuck, baby." He whines close to your ear. "Want you coming over my cock," he hisses.

"I'm close," you pant.

"I know, I can feel you squeezing me." He smirks as he sucks more of your skin into his mouth like he's starving. "You feel so good, I can barely stand it, baby."

You stand up, pulling from him and turn, sitting on the bench as you wrap your legs around his waist. He pulls you closer to the edge as he slides back into you.

You cling onto his shoulders, your face pressed against his as he fucks deeper and slower. His cock hitting against that spot that makes you dizzy and absolute putty in his hands.

You watch as his belly ripples each time he flexes his hips and you can't help yourself but to reach down and stroke it. He chuckles as you paw at it mesmerised somewhat by it's jiggling.

"You're so fucking sexy, Frankie." You moan as his hand joins yours, guiding it down to your pussy where he makes you stroke your clit for him.

"Not as sexy as you," he says, slipping his tongue back into your hot mouth.

You rub your clit as he thrusts deeper and you're almost there, right on the cusp. Feeling it build and pile up behind your abdomen as your thighs and legs tense and your mind goes hazy.

"Fuck, Frankie!" You wail, your voice escaping under the garage door and into the street.

"Come for me," he says and it's all you need as you burst, gasping out and shuddering as he holds you tightly and fucks you through it. "Baby, come for me."

"Come back to me, Frankie," you gasp clutching onto him.

"I'm coming back to you," he promises again.

"Don't leave me."

"Never."

"I need you back here inside me like this," you croak. "Fucking me like this with your big, thick cock... oh fuck!" You cry out as the wave subsides, leaving you shook and rattling.

"I'm coming back... fuck, I'm coming-" he stutters "I'm-I'm gonna come, baby... shit!"

You feel him tense and then gush, filling you full of warmth as he slows with a choke at the back of his throat. You stroke over his belly again, pinching the sides of his rounded hips gently as he smirks into your hair.

"You really like that, don't you?" Frankie says, watching as you grope his belly fat gently, lovingly.

He's noticed the extra love and worship you show his more wobbly parts these days. And it warms him to know it doesn't put you off. He knows you have hang ups about your own body since giving birth, but he couldn't find you more beautiful; stopping to lavish attention over the jagged lines and stretch marks on your tummy and hips when he goes down on you.

His cock falls from you, dripping his creamy spend onto the garage floor at his feet. You can feel it drip out of you too. He runs his forehead against yours sticky with sweat and hums contentedly into your face.

You kiss his soft, pink lips as you rub his stomach more. "I'm going to miss this the most whilst you're gone," you say with a dreamy smile.

Smiling at you, he knows it'll be alright. He'll make sure of it.

He's coming back to you.

🖤

Spanish Translations:

Te lo juro - I swear

Prometo que voy a volver, hermosa - I promise I'll come back, beautiful

Siempre estás tan lista para mi - You're always so ready for me

FRANKIE'S WAY | MAIN MASTERLIST

#pedro pascal x reader #frankie morales x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #frankie morales #frankie morales smut #chubby!frankie #triple frontier fic #francisco catfish morales #jett's asks #jett's writing

148 notes · View notes

cloverlove-drabble · 6 months

Text

TASK FORCE 141 X M!READER

nsfw headcannons :3

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish:

He definitely is a biter, he would leave bite marks all over your body until you're bruised all over your neck and stomach begging him to stop

He loves you're ass, the more muscle/fat on it the better (but if its small he wont complain he just likes asses lolsies)

He'd eat you out for hoursss, its like he gets more pleasure from it then you sometimes

Hes a switch but perfers to give even if he's bottoming, he's just so giving and wants you to feel good

If you want him whining go down on him, hes so sensitive and desperate especially sense he doesn't last long (he makes up for it with stamina alone)

Speaking of stamina he can go round after round he wont be satisfied until you're tired and shaking

Hes so gentle with aftercare making sure to rub you're sore spots and apologize if he bit you to hard, he's not that sorry though

Captain John Price:

I can see him loving being in control BUTTT.. if you ever wanted to dominate him he'd be putty in your hands

If you were to get on top of him and ride him he would go all whiny and have a love sick look in his eyes as he looks up at you

But if you're the one bottoming though, its different

He'd be as dominate as he is in the feild, he would be rough and man handle you (with love ofc)

He'd be the type to bend you over the nearest surface and let out all his pent-up up frustration

Hes into you calling him sir or captain in bed, pull on his hair and call him that and he'll do anything you ask

Hes such a sweet talker, a lot of nicknames and dirty compliments

His aftercare is beyond amazing, runs you a shower, cleans you off, gives sweet praise, and then cooks you something

I need this man biblically

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

I am a softie for this man

He'd be so into soft sex, giving or receiving

Hes a romantic with it, he'd try to set the mood with dirty talk and body worship before he could even get you in bed

He loves to bottom, if you were a rough top he'd secretly be obsessed with it, all the commands you give him make him weak in the knees

Please let him give you head, he loves to give, especially if you tug his hair and force him to take you deeper

if you repay the favor and give eat him out back he'd be moaning loudly and wrapping his legs around your neck

for aftercare he loves to give still, cleaning you up and cuddling until you fall asleep

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Hes either a hard top or soft bottom no inbewteen (its cannon because i said so)

When he's in a topping mood he'd blow your back out no mercy, he'd be into putting the dull end of his knife against your neck just because its thrilling

He would definitely love to get head from you, seeing how far he can get down your throat before you have to tap out

He'd go 10x harder if you moaned his name, headboard slamming against the wall and shit

He'd be into risks sometimes, maybe in a alleyway behind a pub but if anyone saw you he'd kill them (😲)

Now when he bottoms he just wants to be taken care of, soft hand jobs, sweet kisses, maybe whipped cream if hes really pent up

Call him a good boy and he'll be whining, trace his scars with your lips and he'll cry from pleasure

Aftercare for him is taken seriously, if he accidentally cut you he'd bandage it and kiss it better, run you a shower to wash you off, an then go snuggle on the couch

:3 my first fanfic on here. in my whore era?!

#cod x male reader #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 x male reader #male reader #john soap mactavish x male reader #captain john price x male reader #kyle gaz garrick x male reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #cloverthought

370 notes · View notes

chiharuhashibira · 1 month

Note

hi besiee (Love ya stories) I was wondering if you could make a fluff/smut head cannons for Sanemi like the fluff one is about he period what he would do if the fem reader was on her period (LIKE ME OMGGG) and the smut is like uhhh... BRUH I JS HAD IT OMGG OMG OMG OMG got it the smut is like when the reader upsets Sanemi and you can do the rest I have nothing else anyways bye bye bestie! (if you don't wanna do it you don't have to ^-^ bye bestie!) PS - js call me Octavia it's my name-

Hi Octavia~ Thank you for this HC request!

Alsooo I am so happy that you love my stories 💓 Appreciate the love and support UwU

And with that, I'll try my best to make this HC fluffy and pinch a bit of lemon 🤭

Enjoy~

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒅

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Content Warnings: Upper part is SFW but don't scroll down past the NSFW Warning if you're a minor! MDNI!

🌸𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚🌸

❥ Whenever you're on your period, the days are quite overwhelming for Sanemi. At least before.

❥ When you first told him that you'd gotten your period, the man was like... "Are you really supposed to say this to me?" and blushed redder than a ripe tomato. Give the guy a break; you're his first girlfriend, so he didn't know how to react.

❥ But then he had figured out that giving you foot massages, cuddling with you, and at least lessening his grumpiness helped a lot.

❥ And so he does that, accompanied by lots of kisses and, yes, pampering. If you want food, he'll give you anything; he would even cook for you on those days.

❥ Whenever you have period cramps... (See 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝑴𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆)

❥ The man is really sweet. Little did you know that he had a calendar marked whenever you're getting your period. And when you saw this, he told you that he just wanted to be extra sweet to you on those days, and he just wanted to prepare for it.

❥ But then, period is equal to no sex. And this could sometimes make Sanemi a little impatient.

❥ Yes, he won't force you to have sex with him, but that doesn't mean that he won't do anything to relieve himself.

❥ At night, when his sex drive is too high, he will often pull down his pants and jerk off beside you. But then, even if he is not trying to wake you up, you'll end up waking up from his little grunts and muffled moans.

❥ And whenever that happens, you'll try to "take care of him" as much as you can. Yes, taking care could mean you taking the initiative to pump his cock up and down, making the man buck his hips up in pleasure. One thing about Sanemi is that he hates his sword being touched by you, but he loves his cock being held by you. And so, that's what you usually do. Jerk your boyfriend off with an unpredicted rhythm that would eventually not just make him cum once on your hand, but mostly twice.

❥ Taking care could also mean boob job. You would often place Sanemi's hard shaft between your boobs, making sure to give a great blow job as you licked the cum on the tip as you rubbed it up and down. Yes, Sanemi loved the way you looked as you did that, kneeling in front of him with his cock between your boobs or inside your hot mouth.

❥ Those are the usual nights, but then, your period could also mean mood changes. When it reached Sanemi's peak and you upset him, he would often roll his eyes at you and leave you for a bit. But then you'll realise you made him feel bad, so what you'll do is mostly give him all the love.

❥ And love could mean you giving him intense blowjobs, with Sanemi tugging your hair or holding your head to make sure he can fuck your mouth deeper.

❥ To make it up to him, sometimes you'll end up swallowing all his cum, showing it on your tongue like a good girl before doing so. Sometimes, you'll also end up letting him give you a facial, making sure you retain eye contact as he ejaculates on your face and boobs, as the Wind Hashira loves that fearful and seductive look of yours.

❥ But yes, you're on your period, so after that intense "work up" and "making up" with Sanemi, he'll give you the best aftercare, cuddle with you after, and tell you how much he loves you before you both end up asleep.

"I love you, baby. You're the best thing in this world. I'm glad I have you."

𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓮!

I was thinking to do an intense scene (like the one in Saltburn if you already saw it), but I can't XD I just can't HAHA

Thank you so much for reading this HC!

As always, feel free to comment, reblog, and request!

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

105 notes · View notes

cemoras27-but-writing-this-time · 1 year

Text

Danny's Evil Jaunt Pt. 3

(this is the chapter but I have work soon so I will tag everyone later a swell as links) @little-pondhead @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 (you two get tagged because your the big inspirations :D

warnings: swearing

Word count: 1.3k

Let it be known that Fright Knight loves his job. It's literally why he still exists. He exists to serve the King of the Infinite Realms and stand as the embodiment of Halloween and similar celebrations. That said, he feels conflicted as he gazes at the mechanical husk his future king shows off.

Compared to a normal mortal, its stature was massive. Though for Fright Knight it was about equal height, possibly a little smaller. The inspiration was clear and a little flattering. The metal was shaped into a stylized Fright Knight, complete with a (mundane) sword.

He eyes his king as the Halfa clings to its arm. He rambled about how he was planning on taking the husk to a pocket that was populated with heroes with him to guard him, and how he wanted Fright Knight to help with ‘teaching it how to do those cool sword moves you do Frighty!’.

Has his king replaced him?!?! No, surely not! There's no way this heap of scrap could ever compare! He had been around for CENTURIES while this thing hadn't even existed an hour ago! The king still had his hands inside it making adjustments yet!

“My Liege! Please forgive any misgivings about this… thing, but may I know the purpose of such a creation? You said that it was for protection yet I am here.”

His king turned his head towards him, arms still hidden within the side of the imposter. “His name is Fright-bot, and he's gonna keep the heroes off me while I work! They get annoying when you're trying to do some welding and all of a sudden you have like three arrows comin’ at ya real fast.” the young Halfa finally pulled his glove clad hands out of the monstrosity.

“He's also for keeping my other works safe, that's why I need him first. I’m thinkin’ of keeping most of my bots in my ‘therapy’ dimension that Clocky showed me for convenience, and they need a guard! But I can't just have you away to protect them! You need to do head guard stuff! I know you want to protect me and stuff but I can’t just let you just out in the living world with me all the time!” the king continued as he slid the siding back onto the almost finished robot. “Besides! It's kinda like you're protecting me from afar! Since it’ll be your techniques and stuff. I just gave it a body and Tuck helped me with the learning algorithm stuff so you can teach it.” his legs finally released his hold on the beings arm, dropping into a handstand and falling back onto his feet upright.

The flaming kight considered this. While it’s true that he can’t always accompany his king (as much as he would like to) it would be nice to have some assurance that the King would be safe. Perhaps he could convince the King into some sort of deal…?

Well Danny could say that he’s extremely happy with the events that happened at the castle! He and Frighty came to a deal finally! Frighty would teach Fright-bot how to fight and stuff but Danny would have to put in a built-in alarm system that notified Frighty that something bad was happening, so he could come in and save Danny’s day. Overall pretty good! Now to start working on those blueprints, he was so excited!

‘Ok, who gave the kid permission to build huge robots?’ Oliver thought as he saw the Fenton kid perched on top of the mecha-knight looking thing, and pulled back on his bow. Just as he released the arrow the thing’s head swiveled around like an owl and caught the damn thing! The kid looked up at Ollie and smiled.

“HI MISTER ARROW!! HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?” the kid shouted at him and jumped off the robot. Oliver sighed and readied another shot but was forced off his rooftop position by the purple knight.

“Who's your friend there, kid? He looks like the wrong kinda crowd,” the kid’s grin grew wider as he unfolded that damn cannon and attached it to a slightly glowing tank on his thigh.

“Do Ya like ‘im?! I built him myself, his name is Fright-Bot!” The fanged grin of the kid did not get any less unsettling as the newly dubbed ‘Fright-bot’ landed next to Fenton again.

“Uh uh, real nice kid. Why don’t you calm down and give up for today, yeah?” Oliver made sure to keep the knight within his sight. It honestly looked like it could snap someone in half.

“Hmm? Ahh.. I don't think so Mr.Arrow, I worked really hard on Fright-bot and I wanna see how I can make him better y’know! I promise I’ll keep the damage to a minimum!”

“You have your fingers crossed behind your back, don’t you.”

“What nooo… I would never lie Mr. Arrow, it's very hurtful that you would even CONSIDER that I would do such a thing. I believe you owe me an Ice cream now!”

“Kid, there was a snowstorm yesterday. And I don’t think you need any sugar.” The bow pulled back and the Knight rushed.

It wasn’t a fair fight in the slightest, Ollie was out numbered and the goo that was glowing a slight blue-green did not help. Especially with the still slick roads, so it was only a matter of time before his legs were stuck to the concrete. Frozen actually, the goo turned into weird ice. Fenton had the big guy grab his arms while the kid himself searched his body, eventually finding his wallet. The one he brought on patrol in case he got a bit hungry. Guess he was really buying the kid ice cream after all.

“14..15..16..21. Nice! You think it’ll cover it Fright-bot? I don’t know the prices but I think it’ll be enough. You watch Mr. Arrow for me! I’ll be back soon I promise!” and like that the kid expertly glided over the iced roads and into the Ice cream parlor. To be fair to the kid, the Ice cream here was kinda expensive.

While the kid was gone Oliver tried to escape from the Ice and the robot, but neither were budging. Well until Roy came up and stabbed the focused robot in the back, somehow causing it to malfunction and release Ollie’s arms. It fell to the ground with a heavy thud as Fenton came out of the parlor.

“Oh no! HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!” Fenton screeched. Then released a guttural groan and whine. “Come onnnn…. I still had an hour left! And now I have to leave EARLY!” he honest to god pouted at the two vigilanties.

Then a lazarus green swirling mass opened in between the opposing parties and out stepped another Fright-bot, this time with a much more intimidating demeanor. This one was bathed in purple fire and held a sword covered in green flames that gave off the feeling of nightmares.

“MY KING! I RECEIVED THE ALERT AND CAME AS SOON AS I COULD'' it bellowed. Shaking the ground around them.

King? What, did Fenton make them refer to him as King? That felt weirdly out of character for what they had seen so far.

“Frighty! You were just WAITING outside weren’t you!” Fenton yelled at the knight. The knight didn’t take his eyes off the two perceived threats. And picked up Fenton by the scruff of his coat.

“My King! I knew we couldn’t trust your safety with that pile of metal! Only I- FRIGHT KNIGHT, is worthy of protecting you! NOW YOU TWO. YOU ARE HEREBY GUIL--” the knight spoke and was cut off by Fenton.

“We get it Frigty! Just.. Can you grab the Fright-bot and just take us home please… I told you this was a trial run to see how to improve him!” the child pleaded. The knight stared forward for a few moments before sighing and coming forward, yanking Oliver out of the Ice and flinging Roy and him out of the way. Then picking up the lifeless metal and carrying Fenton away through another swirling portal where it closed behind them seconds after they were out of sight.

“Hey Arrow, what the FUCK was that?”

“A massive pain in the ass that keeps getting bigger”

#dp x dc #cem's writing #dpxdc

421 notes · View notes

imagineanime2022 · 4 months

Text

Cursed Siblings

Ryomen Sukuna X Sibling!Reader

Word Count: 1524

Requested: @imperatrizpirata

Request: hello everything is fine? I love your post, can I request jujutsu kaisen again? with the female reader being a curse and ryomen sukuna's older sister? the reader also saves jumpei from mahito (but the reader wants to use jumpei to be his new vessel). Thank you in advance…

Warning: Cannon divergence, still cannon deaths

A/N: the moment that I saw this request I was super excited to write it, I hope that it lives up to what you were thinking about and let me know if you want me to right a part 2 because I would totally be interested in doing that.

You were sick of the human bodies that you had taken, you had been around since the Heian Era, everyone knew your brother Ryomen Sukuna, he held their attention and therefore their rage when they came to take back their freedom and kill the biggest threat. The jujutsu sorcerers of that era knew very little of you and quickly forgot about you when your brother’s memory faded too.

You watched the world change around you, you changed with it, having to take a number of different host bodies, all genders, body types and ethnicity. It was getting boring though being the way that you were, stagnant in a moving world, you were established and had been for a long while as the danger in the forest, humans built a story around you, summoning you with a ritual allowed them to ask you for 1 wish in return for something from them and for the most part that was right however not many people were smart enough add the clause of actually enjoying their wish before you take your price and you were always in need of a new body.

The modern world was no different, in fact humans were more vain and your job had become more boring than it had been in a long time… Well until you felt it, your brother’s power surged across the city, someone had become his vessel, so you waited but he never came looking for you.

“You're the curse that they call wish granter?” One of the curses asked, he had light blue hair stitches that covered his face. “You curses should definitely know me by a different name.” Your muttered cheek rested against your fist as you looked down at them. “(Y/N) sibling to Sukuna.” You looked over at the body the voice had come from, it was dead, you knew that much, the curse was in the head of the body. “What do you want?” You asked. “This is Sukuna’s sibling, the one you were talking about, they don’t seem so dangerous.” The first one whined and you narrowed your eyes, a simple movement from your hand, he was pinned to the floor with a force no one could see but everyone could feel. “The lack of patience runs in the family. Do not test me, speak quickly, if I lose focus he dies painfully.” You warned them. “I am Kenjaku and we intend to bring your brother back to his former glory.” He said as he stepped forward. “You insult him by even thinking he would need your help.” You muttered as you looked over them. “A curse born from the fear of volcanoes, a curse born of nature's fear of man, a curse born of human fear of each other, a curse born of the fear of water based natural disasters and their puppet master.” You appeared before each of them as you listed them settling in a place before Kenjaku. “I assure you we are more than that.” Kenjaku promised. “What are you doing here?” You asked. “Sukuna is known to be unpredictable-” “You think he would be more likely to join you?” You asked. “They don’t call him a king for nothing, he will join no one.” “He’s currently trapped within a particularly strong teenager, a vessel I made to contain his power, under the watchful six eyed sorcerer.” The curse under your technique explained and you smirked. “And you're convinced that it will stay that way without your help?” You asked. “I know it will be with Gojo Satoru watching.” Kenjaku said and you shook your head. “Naive.” You muttered before lifting the cursed technique “leave before I kill you myself.”

You were out again, you hadn’t been bothered by those curses again but equally you hadn’t felt your brother’s power either, you hadn’t expected to when the curse womb made itself known but there he was. “Must you terrorise all life?” You asked leaning against the tree as you watched him fight the poor teenager. “I’m giving him the chance to save his friend.” Sukuna smirked as he looked at you, still easily dodging him. “You look well.” “I’m bored, you took your time coming back.” You sighed as he smirked. “You miss me?” He asked. “Missed the chaos, not you.” You answered “but you won’t be around for much longer, this one's clawing back.” “Hm.” Sukuna grunted. “Use the time to make a pact, a vessel made to contain your power is probably more brawn than brains right?” You asked. “You always were too smart for your own good.” Sukuna muttered and you shrugged. “Wait for me, I’ll bring the fun soon.” He promised. “I should hope so I haven’t waited this long hoping from body to body for you to fail me.” You said kicking yourself off of the tree trunk. “Get to work I’ll only wait for so much longer.”

You had decided to look for a new vessel or curse user to bind yourself to in preparation for your brother returning, you knew that you needed someone a little more vulnerable then the average, someone that you can ‘help’ and then manipulate, your brother loved ruling with it, inspiring it. You much preferred manipulation into loyalty if a subject thought that they owed you something they were far more likely to choose you when they were asked, that was what led you to Junpei in the first place. You started small bumping into him on the street apologising to him, holding a door for him or grumbling at people who caused him some kind of inconvenience, you didn’t need to be a big part of his life not yet, he just needed to know you. Your plan was ruined when Mahito latched onto him far faster than you planned to do and talked him into attacking his school but you managed to use that to your advantage.

“Help… Me.” He pleaded as he looked at the kid that was your brother’s vessel, you could hear the boy begging as Mahito laughed and you assumed that Sukuna was laughing too. “Alright that’s enough of that.” You muttered using your cursed energy to slam Mahito against the wall on the other side of the hall as you walked towards the transfigured human. “Hey you remember me right?” “Mhm.” He hummed almost like it was painful to do so, you reached out a hand touching his cheek and using your reversed curse technique to bring him back to his original form. “Thank you.” Junpei looked over at Mahito on the other side of the hall. “I could protect you from everything, if you wanted, I’ve seen you around, you're a sweet boy and you don’t deserve what has happened to you.” You explained. “Can you save my mum?” He asked. “She’s already passed?” You asked. “Yes.” He answered. “I can not reverse death.” You answered with a soft sigh. “I have no one left.” His eyes watered as he looked at you. “Do you want a friend that can never leave you, one that depends on you the same way that you depend on them?” You asked. “Y-you?” He asked. “Me.” You nodded, putting your hand out “state your terms and I will state mine then we confirm the deal by connecting our hands.” “I want you to protect me from any harm, stay by my side and be my friend, one that comes when I call.” He stated and you smiled. “I want the freedom to use my power how I see fit, to work with my brother when he asks and the ability to take control when I say the word activate.” You explained wiggling your fingers as you waited for him to accept. “Junpei don’t!” Yuji yelled. “Don’t worry Yuji, I’ll be okay, they’ll keep me safe.” He smiled through tears as he took your hand finalising the deal, the body you were in dropped to the floor as you took up the place of Junpei's bonded spirit. The pulse of energy seemed to call sorcerers in the area because by the time Junpei and Yuji had gotten downstairs the six eyes user and another sorcerer were waiting. “Yuji what happened?” The six eyes user asked but his eyes moved to where you were hanging over Junpei’s shoulder. “You can see me, can't you six eyes?” You asked. “Who are you?” He asked. “You know that already, think harder.” You teased. “You thought I was bad in this form.” Sukuna’s voice emitted from somewhere on Yuji’s body “no one ever talked about my older sibling but they should have, they were the one that taught me what I know and always reminded me that there was so much that they hadn’t taught me.” “You flatter me little brother.” You waved him off as you rested your chin on Junpei’s shoulder. “You have no need to worry about me yet…” “Uhh this is going to be even harder to explain to the higher ups, they’re going to think I’m doing this on purpose.” He groaned. “Time to tell them that the cursed siblings are back.”

*Part 2*

Request Here!!

#jujustu kaisen scenario #jujutsu kaisen oneshot #jujustu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujustu kaisen #ryomen sukuna imagine #ryomen sukuna oneshot #ryomen #ryomen sukuna #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #junpei yoshino #junpei yoshino imagine #junpei yoshino oneshot

116 notes · View notes

reverieblondie · 1 month

Note

Got any smutty HCs for Gabri?

Do I have smutty head cannons for Gabriel O'Hara? You know I do...Also! I had an Anon ask how Gabriel would spend Valentines with an s/o. I couldn't get that out in time for the holiday so I added it to the end of this request for some smut head canons. I am also currently working on another Gabriel fic that was requested, so be on the lookout for that. Hope you enjoy!

NSFW! under the cut!

Gabriel O’Hara is a flirt and nothing can change my mind about this. He’s attractive and he knows how to use that to his advantage when it comes to flirting with you. Love to Lean in close when he talks to you, so close that you are forced to take in every detail of his handsome face. It makes your head spin every time. Will tease you and tell you jokes, and as you throw your head back in laughter he would just take the time to admire your blushing skin and get lost in the sound of your addicting laugh. Gabriel loves taking you all in whenever he can. After enough time you will inevitably be a blushing mess of smiles and giggles trying your best to avoid his admiring eyes. Gently you will feel your chin being turned to look at his soft gaze smiling down at you. “Why are you so red? You falling for me?” You can only bite your lip, of course, you were.

Has no concept of personal space when it comes to you, he is either right in your bubble or he is touching you in some way. Loves to have his hands on you or is so close that you can just turn and he is there, this often ends up with you bumping into him, but he doesn't mind it allows him to hold you. Loves to slowly run his hand up and down your spine. He would be smiling as the sensation leaves a tingle to rush through you making you tremble with want. Practically glued to your side as he leans over to breathe into your ear, “Want to see me make you shake?”

Gabriel doesn't care where you two are when he can’t help himself anymore he will be grabbing your waist and ass to display his want. You better try to get him to stop till you can get to somewhere private if you're not into sneaky displays of affection. He’s a bit of an expeditionist and will have no problem taking you in his car, in the lab, or a club's bathroom. He’s down for anything if you are.

Once you two are somewhere private Gabriel's hands are back to being all over you with one goal in mind, Caressing you tenderly and stripping you bare to admire you fully. What's better than having his hands all over you? His mouth. Loves to worship your body as he strips you down leaving sloppy kisses on your skin making you shiver and whine from his hot tongue gliding over you so tenderly. Praises you in every way, you're perfect for him and he loves you so much and wants you to know it too, feel it.

While his lips caress your skin he will run his fingers over your most sensitive spots to make you moan and whimper his name. Loves to hear you moan breathlessly for him, It's the best praise you can give him. Will even tease you as he works you up if it means it will push you to the edge.

Has two positions that are his absolute favorite. One is doggy, loves to bend you over and kiss along your spine as he rocks his cock into you, balls slapping against you as he spills utter filth from his lips. Wants to pull your hair till your flush with his sweaty chest grunting in your ear how well you take it and whine if you want it harder as he fucks you. Two is cowgirl, where you have full control. You want to slip on his cock nice and slow as you grind him in deeper, that's fine with him he will smile up at you and tell you how you feel so good. You feel like bouncing on him hard eagerly chasing your high on his cock, he would be moaning with his eyes shut tightly holding onto your hips as you fuck him dumb. You will have to pull his hair to get him to snap from his trance opening his eyes to watch you dominate him. “Remember Gabri, no cumming till I tell you too.”

The night doesn't end till you're both fully drenched in sweat and satisfied.

Aftercare is often Gabri holding you tightly in sleepy cuddles after you two got cleaned up. Mudders how much you mean to him and how lucky he is to have you. Sometimes he will cling to you extra tightly like he's scared you will leave, just kiss him and whisper how much you love him to ease his insecurities.

Valentine's Day Headcanons-

Honestly can’t decide if he would ask you the day of or if he would ask you a week beforehand, pretty much would do whichever would please you more. I do know for a fact however that he would ask you to be his valentine with flowers that he has hidden behind his back and a kiss for when you say yes.

Insures you that he will plan the whole day and that you do not have to worry about anything. When you ask what you two would be doing he would just smirk and tell you to dress nice.

No matter how many times he sees you dressed up he will still look at you with a dropped jaw every time. He thinks you are utter perfection. Gabriel would make sure to dress nicely to match you, ditching his signature coat and scarf for a nice button-down that exposes his chest just enough to see his chest hair. The goggles stay however, He always wears them…always…

Drives you two for the date, and while he drives he keeps one hand on yours. Every once in a while while you are talking he will lift your connected hands and kiss your knuckles with a wink. When you finally arrive at the mystery location it's the fancy restaurant you talked about wanting to go to months ago. Because of course, he remembered you talking about it.

During dinner he will keep his hand squeezing your thighs the whole time, does he care if people notice? No. Gabriel would even whisper in your ear how crazy you drive him and he can’t wait to get you home for dessert. Needless to say, you two weren't able to wait till you got home…

“Fuck…I’m..’m not gonna last!” Gabriel grunts through clenched teeth as his hands hold your hips tightly. Squelching and skin clapping together fill the car.

His cock is throbbing as you bounce roughly up and down on his lap, moaning in his ear tangling your fingers in his hair.

“A little longer for me Gabri…Please…” You're so close to your high, clenching on his thick cock tighter as you throw your head back in ecstasy. Gabriel's lips attach and leave more marks along your neck as you kept fucking yourself on his pulsing cock, so eager to burst inside of you and fill you up.

Gabriel was whining and grunting as he buckled his hips harder and harder into your velvety walls. Unable to hold back anymore you grip his hair tighter begging him to cum inside you feeling your orgasm washing over you as you make a mess on him.

You're both sweaty messes as you come down from your orgasm. Sliding off his cock you feel his warm cum leak down your legs. Gabriel admires your spent form like you are a work of art.

“Happy Valentine's Day…” You say exhausted with a lazy smirk.

#across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv smut #atsv headcanons #astv gabriel #atsv gabriel o'hara #gabriel o'hara x reader #gabriel o'hara x you #gabriel o'hara #gabriel o'hara fic #gabriel o'hara smut #gabriel o'hara headcanons #askreverie

50 notes · View notes

mysecretlittlelibrary · 10 months

Text

Don't Really Know A Lot About Love

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: reader is kidnapped because yeah, cannon level violence, oral (f receiving), slight overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, praise kink Matty, unprotected sex (wrap them joysticks okay), creampie, implied cockwarming I think

Genre: angst, smut, & fluff

Summary: Life after Daredevil was supposed to be simple. Apparently, there's no such thing as 'after' him, at least not for you. “I don't really know a lot about love // But you're in my head, you're in my blood // And it feels so good, it hurts so much” - About Love by MARINA

A/N: People wanted a part 2 for Lies: Don't Wanna Know for some reason???? Either way, I wrote one.

Part 1

***

The first few weeks after you stopped seeing Daredevil, Matthew, were... hard. Harder than you expected. You'd become so accustomed to seeing him, even if your time consisted of sneaking in through open windows at the witching hour to share kisses nobody can know about. You miss him more than you wanted to admit, more than you wanted to miss him. You're surprised how much it sucks knowing he won't come back, but you go to work, you go out with your friends, you even let them set you up on dates, because it's not like you can tell them you're mourning the end of your barely a situationship with a local vigilante. You do your best to reestablish normal, the normal you had before he snuck in to hide in your apartment that first night you met.

Tonight, you don't have plans with your friends so, as you walk into your apartment after work you're very ready to take it easy and relax alone. You don't even manage to get your shoes off before something is pulled tightly over your head and you're thrown over a shoulder with your arms held tight against you. You flail your legs fruitlessly hoping to injure your kidnapper as you're carried presumably out of your apartment building, an assumption confirmed when you're eventually tossed into a car but before you can jump up to put up some sort a fight a needle is jammed into your neck and you hiss momentarily before losing consciousness.

When you come to some time later you immediately rub your eyes to adjust to the lighting. A quick look around and the first thing you notice is the three gun wielding strangers around you. One on each side and one behind you.

"You'll have to excuse them. I didn't want to tie you down like an animal but, of course as a result precautions must be taken." Your head snaps to the source of the voice and down the stairs comes Wilson Fisk.

"And you think you needed 3 guns on me to keep me in line?"

"Better safe than sorry."

"Sure."

"Apologies, my name is-"

"Wilson Fisk. I know who you are." You say cutting him off with your arms crossed.

"My reputation proceeds me as always."

"Of course it does, you tried to singlehandedly ruin hell's kitchen."

"You're misinformed dear, I've only tried to save it. Make it better than it was."

"By forcing minorities out of their communities? You'll have to excuse me if the employment of white supremacist ideology doesn't get me jumping for joy."

"White supremacist ideology? That's what you think of me?"

"That's what I think of anyone who forces people out of their homes by buying out the property and making it too expensive for the people to stay there, in their community and brands it as making said community better." You roll your eyes.

"Hm." Fisk nods contemplatively.

"What am I doing here? I can't imagine you kidnapped me because I disagree with your pompous arrogant savior complex."

"Did you know a certain red suited pain in my ass, follows you? Regularly. He watches, lurking just out of sight. Like he's guarding you."

"You kidnapped me because you think daredevil is my stalker?"

"He once tried to get at the woman I love he tried to take her from me."

"Wow you're like a cartoon. You kidnapped me because Daredevil tried to steal your girlfriend?"

"My wife!" He snaps.

"Semantics." You shrug. "I'm not Daredevil's girlfriend, I'm not 'the woman he loves' so whatever your beef is with him, trying to use me to lure your archnemesis here like this is some sort of bad action flick let me be clear, it doesn't matter who you have sitting in this chair, you could have anyone from Hell's Kitchen, maybe even anyone from New York sitting here and Daredevil will show up not because of your victim but because you are Wilson Fisk and he is Daredevil, and he stops guys like you. That's what he does, Fisk." You say. You're annoyed, being caught in the middle of drama that has nothing to do with you because of a man you haven't seen in weeks. All you wanted to do tonight was shower and watch a movie.

"It seems you don't know the hold you have on him." Fisk smirks.

"Gimme a break." You scoff. Fisk looks at you as if he's about to say something in rebuttal, but before he can say whatever he's planning to, there's a beam of red knocking out one of the armed men surrounding you. The other two turn sharply to find the source of the- apparently baton, that flew towards them which now sits on the floor. You watch as Daredevil rolls towards you to grab the baton.

"Hey." He says standing up.

"Hey." You nod. Daredevil pulls you out of the chair and behind him as he takes on the two goons left standing.

"I told you to shout. You didn't shout." He huffs over his shoulder as he fights.

"And yet you came anyway."

"Of course I did." He scoffs knocking out both of the remaining gun toters. You're not paying enough attention, forgetting the guys by your chair aren't the only enemies in the room and you shout when Fisk grabs your arm from behind you.

"Y/n!" Daredevil shouts turning to you.

"Nice of you to join us, Devil of Hell's Kitchen, although you did interrupt a conversation and that's quite rude." Fisk says.

"Fisk thinks you're stalking me because you're in love with me." You tell Daredevil.

"We can test my theory, now that you're here." Fisk says, his grip on you tightening.

"Hey watch it!" You hiss at him.

"Leave her alone Fisk! Your problems are with me. She's got nothing to do with this."

"Yeah, I told him that already, he doesn't care." You scoff. Fisk hauls you over to the balcony of his penthouse, swinging the doors open.

"Let's see what he does about this one hm?" Fisk smiles at you before pulling you over the railing. He's holding your shirt tightly, dangling you off the balcony on the top floor of this building and the longer this nightmare goes on the less you want to believe any of this is happening. YOU ARE DANGLING OVER THE EDGE OF A FUCKING BALCONY. "Daredevil! Our friend here is in quite the pickle it seems. You can't save her, and fight them, but they'll never let you get to me. What oh what are you going to do about this?" Fisk jerks you around for emphasis. Daredevil is still for entirely too long in your opinion, you don't know what he's contemplating but the lack of solid ground beneath your feet has you less than patient.

"Daredevil do something!" You shout.

"This is stupid Fisk. You know she's got nothing to do with this." Daredevil tries to reason with him. Reason with the man holding you over the edge of a 20-story building like a rug he's about to dust off.

"Oh my God! He does not care Matthew! STOP TALKING AND DO SOMETHING OR I SWEAR YOU WILL HOPE HE KILLS ME!"

"I like this one. She's spirited." Fisk says with deranged excitement in his eyes.

"Look I'm not going to let you get hurt okay?" Daredevil tells you.

"Be careful making promises like that." Fisk says, losing his grip on you momentarily, just long enough to make you scream and grab his arm. You cannot think of a shittier way to die than being splattered on the streets of New York because one of Daredevil's enemies thinks you're more important to him than you are. From this height, by the time they scrape you off the pavement your family will have no choice but to cremate you or something. A casket would be pretty useless for an inkblot of a person. You close your eyes and think of anything but the fact that your life hangs in the hands of a flighty part time vigilante and his ability to stop a psychotic rich man. You keep them closed even as you hear grunting and punches landing because if Daredevil is losing against Wilson's goons you literally cannot deal with watching it happen. For a moment it all stops, the sounds of fighting settle and you think for sure these are your final moments, even more so when suddenly Fisk's grip on your clothes loosens entirely and you're falling. You don't realize it at first, it's a rush of air around you, and at 20-plus stories up the wind has been beating your face since you got dragged out to the balcony. You don't realize it at first, but then you're screaming and flailing as the sky gets further away. In the next moment, Daredevil shoots off the balcony towards you. He can't fly can he?! What does he think he's going to do in this situation? Holy shit you're going to die. You close your eyes and brace for impact but Daredevil catches up to you surprisingly fast and his arm wraps around you tightly. Your eyes open again when you feel something solid beneath your feet. Daredevil is lowering you onto a balcony. How did- you look around for a moment. Same building, several stories below Fisk's penthouse. Daredevil grabs your shoulders and your eyes snap to his face- well, helmet.

"Are you alright?! You aren't hurt, are you? Did I-" He trails off taking a nervous breath.

"I'm fine. Shaken up but not hurt, how did you do that? We should've hit the ground."

"My batons have grappling hooks I just used one. I told you I wasn't going to let you get hurt." He says. "We should get you home."

"I'll- call a cab." You say.

"No. No way. I'm not- I will take you home myself. I won't risk anything else happening to you tonight." He says. As much as you want to argue with him, you have no desire to get into any more nonsense tonight.

"Okay." You say. Matt scoops you into his arms and grabs his baton, shooting the grappling hook towards the neighboring roof. You're surprised he can carry you so easily as he hops from building to building with very little sign of exertion. It's not long before you're back in your apartment.

"I'm- I am so sorry you got dragged into all of this y/n."

"You don't have to be sorry. It's not your fault Wilson Fisk is a delusional psychopath."

"Psychopath I can probably give you but delusional I'm not sure I can agree with." He huffs out a chuckle.

"Come again?! You're not sure you can agree with delusional?! He kidnapped me because he thinks you're in love with me. We fucked for a few months and then we stopped talking to each other, now I dunno about you but that situation didn't seem like love to me at all."

"Yeah- yeah I know that because of the circumstances we may not have had love between us but he was not so far off in his conclusion. I do care about you way more than necessary for our... arrangement."

"Huh." You mutter.

"That's all you have to say? 'Huh'?"

"I'm not sure what kind of response you're expecting from me Matthew."

"You can start by telling me what's on your mind right now."

"You're very good at faking indifference. If you care for me oh so much I don't understand what happened that night. You left."

"You told me to."

"I told you I wanted more than you were offering to give but if you cared for me as much as you claim to now why wouldn't you say something? What's the point of caring if you plan to do it in secret?"

"My life is messy and complicated. I wanted to protect you from it. I thought- it would be safer the less you were involved but I couldn't- I couldn't stay away when you asked me to."

"Well, clearly that was not a correct assumption."

"If I had known that I would've-" He trails off.

"Would've what? Clearly pretending not to care didn't work. You can't protect me with this one foot in one foot out thing you've got going on so if that's still all you're willing to offer you have to leave." You say. Matthew sighs and you watch his jaw muscles move as, you assume, he contemplates his response. As the moment of silence drags on you're sure he's going to bid you goodnight and climb out the window just like he did the first time you kicked him out but, to your surprise, his hands slowly rise to the top of his pointed helmet and, with notable hesitation, he tugs off the identity obscuring armor on his head. He clears his throat once he's removed it.

"My name is Matthew Murdock, by day I'm a defense attorney at a firm, called Nelson, Murdock, and Page. It's run by myself and my best friend from college and a woman insane enough to stick with us after she saw firsthand that our initial attempt at our own firm kind of went to shit."

"Matthew Murdock."

"Yes. I was born and raised here in Hell's Kitchen oh and I've been blind since I was nine."

"You're blind?"

"Hard to believe I know but it's true. I can't see in the traditional sense, the world looks as if it's on fire, just blobs of reds and oranges really but I have other ways of- perceiving the world. My other senses are extremely helpful."

"So what happens now?"

"What?"

"I mean- thank you for sharing Matt but like- what happens between us now?"

"You- you wanted more from me, more than late night meetings with an anonymous vigilante, right?"

"Correct."

"Do you- would you still like that?"

"Would you like that?"

"I have always- y/n, it is not even a question of if I want it. I've always wanted more but it's something I never allowed myself to hope for."

"And now you will?"

"If you'll still have me." Matt has the sense to look at the ground nervously as he mutters the words. You almost want to chuckle, as if a blind man can truly find the floor more interesting than the conversation you're having. You take the few steps necessary to cross the short distance between you two and latch your hand onto the collar of his suit, pulling him towards you in a searing kiss that catches him off guard but he's quick to reciprocate. His hands settle on your waist and like second nature, yours wrap around his neck. Even after weeks apart there is no strangeness, no feeling of unfamiliarity as Matthew's hands roam your body. They pull you closer to him, trail across your back, under your shirt, as if he's trying to feel all of you at once. You walk Matt backwards towards your couch but before you can push him down onto it he turns the pair of you, guiding you to sit instead. He drops to his knees and pulls your pants and underwear off in one go.

"God I've missed you." Matt mutters between your legs before burying his face in the apex of your thighs. Your fingers shoot down into his hair as he laps at your center.

"Holy fuck." You sigh, your back arching at the feeling of his tongue. He lets out a grunt when you tug at his brown locks in response to a particularly sharp lick. One of his hands comes up to your thigh, holding you open for him, while his other hand joins his mouth between your legs. When two fingers slide into you and curl just right you realize Matt still seems to know exactly how to toy with your body. He focuses his lips around your clit while his fingers toy with the area inside you that has you whimpering and squirming against him. "M-Matt. Fuck!"

"Come on baby, come for me." He mutters into your clit and between his unrelenting digits thrusting into you and his lips sucking at your clit his request is easily met as your body tenses up and your release washes over you with a drawn out moan. "That's it." Matt muses, working you through the orgasm with his fingers. "You always get so tight after you cum." He groans still pumping his fingers into you while you draw shuddering breaths in an attempt to recover.

"Matthew-" You whimper pulling him up to kiss you. His fingers continue stroking your inner walls, slower now, working you open gently.

"You have no idea how badly I've wished to hold you again since you sent me away." Matt breathes against your lips as he works off the bits of his Daredevil suit.

"I'm sure I have an idea." You mutter back running your fingers against exposed skin once his suit hits the floor. Matt adjusts you on the couch, pulling you towards the edge and standing to line himself up with your entrance.

"Oh you think so?" He clips.

"What? Did you think it was easy for me to send you away like that?" You ask.

"You made it look pretty easy." Matt chooses that moment to finally sink into your heat with a strangled groan. Whatever retort you had in mind dies before you can say it as Matt settles into a rhythm between your legs. His thrusts are sharp and quick, your back arching towards him, chasing the pleasure he's so easily bringing you.

"Oh God Matt!" You groan. Your nails drag down his back and the hiss he lets out tempts you to do it again as he pumps into you steadily. Matt's fingers dip between your bodies and find your clit with ease. He rubs precise circles against the bundle of nerves reducing you to whimpers as the knot in your belly begins to tighten.

"Wanna feel you cum for me sweetness." Matt grunts and with a few more thrusts plus his fingers on your clit you're whining his name as release hits you hard. "That's it." He hums with a satisfied grin before tightening his grip on your hips. His hands tightening against you lets you know he's not far behind and his thrusts grow sloppy as he chases his end.

"Let go Matty. Wanna feel you fill me." You breathe out and the words seem to be the final push he needs, his hips stilling and that familiar warmth spreads through you. You both lay there for a while, the only sound your slowing breaths as you simply enjoy each other's presence.

"So many times I wanted to see you, but I thought you would be angry if I showed my face again." Matt eventually murmurs against your neck where his head is still buried.

"I probably would have. Unless you were going to do what I asked."

"Well if I'd known Fisk was gonna kidnap you even without me in your life I just might have."

"That's what you get for stalking me I guess."

"I'm sorry-"

"Stop apologizing. It was Fisk who kidnapped me. Plus you got to rescue me like the hero in a fairytale. All's well."

"Thank heavens for that." He mutters wrapping his arms a little tighter around you. You can't say you expected to find Daredevil back in your life when you first sent him packing, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't thrilled to have him back. On much better terms this time.

***

#marvel #marvel fanfiction #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock angst #daredevil fluff #daredevil angst #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil smut

223 notes · View notes

jaemmphilia · 11 months

Text

★ 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 ★ || b.c

★ summary: an accidental confession gone wrong, and fate forcing you to meet the one person you never wanted to see again.

★ characters: bang chan, cannon y/n (he/him pronouns and a masculine frame), holland (the sweetest gay idol in the entire world)

★ warnings: lots of hurt, the reader is an idol, and his stage name is Mars (for the sake of the story, reader also has a last name), so much heartache, grab your tissues bc channie is about to break your heart...this story doesn't follow exactly how chan became an idol, so for the sake of the story, he moves to korea after high school, internal homophobia, mentions of depression, reader has an anxiety attack :(

★ word count: 3.7K

★ requested?: yes, thank you to @cheeseflirty47

★ binnie's thoughts: ohhhh this one is a doozy, yall... i love writing angst so much, and i'm no stranger to rejection and heartbreak, so this is gonna be a little personal for me, so i hope i do it justice...I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE BUT I STRUGGLED SO BAD

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO way represents the stray kids members as people. this is just for fun, so don't take it to heart. just enjoy!

Having a dad who grew up with his best friend from diapers all the way into adulthood, meant that you were required to get along with his best friend’s son. It didn’t matter if you and Chan liked different things, you had to get along with him, according to your old man. Lucky for the both of them, you and Chan got along perfectly. You were both born in the same month, just 3 days apart, with Chan being the older one. You two did everything together growing up, mischievous little boys who rolled in dirt and played with bugs. As you got older, you both realized how much music meant to you.

Music was a staple in your home, your mother was in her school’s choir, and she was in theater. Your father was in a band that he formed with Chan’s father and two other friends, and they would perform for the neighborhood whenever there was a cookout or barbeque. So it was no surprise that you picked up on their musical talent, at such a young age on top of that.

You and Chan were going on a fishing trip while your mom was on a three-day trip with her middle school music class. You and Chan are playing with the wrestling figures that you brought along with you in the back seat, the two of you making punching noises with your mouths as your characters duke it out. The radio plays softly in the car, your dads making conversation as the car rolls smoothly on the road. Suddenly, your favorite song in the entire world, The Girl is Mine, by Michael Jackson featuring Paul McCartney comes on the radio and you gasp, immediately kicking the back of your dad’s seat.

“Dad, turn it up!” Your voice calls out, ignoring the super important heavyweight champion match you were previously having with Chan. Chan just pouts, he was so so close to winning. He had your character pinned in a finishing move, and was about to count to three.

Your dad turns up the radio a little with a shake of his head. You wiggle from side to side in your seat, the music taking over you as you begin to sing the lyrics. As your little voice fills the car, Chan’s dad looks at your dad with an incredulous look. Since when did you have such a good singing voice, and why are they just now hearing it?

“What? You didn’t know my boy had the voice of an angel? Believe me, I was surprised too.” Your dad says, a cocky tilt to his voice. Chan’s dad lets out an awed whistle.

“He sounds real good, mate,” Chan’s dad starts, taking a sip of his soda as he looks at you belting your heart out in the back seat, “Do you think he’d be famous one day?”

Your dad has definitely thought about you growing up and becoming famous one day. He would be so proud, but he would never force you into a life of fame if it wasn’t something you wanted. “Yeah, but I feel like it’s too soon to think about that, you know? He may not even want to be a singer when he gets older.” Chan’s dad hums, and then he hears another voice joining in on your singing, although it’s much quieter. He breaks out into a smile, knowing that the voice belongs to his very own son. He knows Chan is shy about singing in front of people, so he’s glad to know that you bring out that side of him. He's really happy that you and Chan are close.

Things remain the same as you and Chan get older. You both have ventured into high school. You still hang out with Chan every single day, you study together after school, and then you ride your bikes to the park and you play a little bit of soccer (or football, whatever you want it to be) until it’s time for you to part ways for dinner.

Things do change when Chan gets a girlfriend. Vanessa Clovers. A pretty girl with wavy black hair that stops at her shoulder. She has tan skin, probably from playing softball for the school. She had soft blue eyes hidden behind a pair of thick glasses, her teeth covered in silver braces. She was known as one of the prettier girls in your grade, everyone wanted to get with her. Well, everyone but you.

Chan had expressed interest in her to you before, and you felt this weird rumble in your stomach. You just dismissed it as you being hungry, and you clapped Chan on the back, encouraging him to go talk to his crush. As you watched him approach the girl, you turned back to your open locker, your eyebrows furrowed. You couldn’t understand why you were feeling so… angry. You turned your attention back to Chan, who is deep in conversation with the girl. She’s laughing at something, her arm coming up and playfully slapping Chan’s arm. You close your locker quietly and rush off to class without Chan, something you’ve never done in your life.

You were guilty. You were guilty because you hated Vanessa. You hated her because she had something you so desperately wanted, she had Chan. She got him before you did, and she makes him happy. You want to be the one to make Chan happy in that way. You want to be the one to kiss his cheek and hold his hand. You hated her for no good reason, she never did anything wrong to you. She was actually nice to you, and oftentimes tried to have a decent conversation with you. All you could really do was muster a fake smile as the ugly green head of envy consumed your being.

Considering that your birthdays were only three days apart, it only made sense to combine your birthdays together. This year was really no different. You shouldn’t be surprised when Vanessa shows up to the party, a black gift bag in her hand. She makes a beeline to Chan, who’s standing at the grill talking to his dad. She wraps her arms around Chan, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and you can hear a soft happy birthday, baby, fall from her glossy lips. You roll your eyes before you could stop yourself, looking down at the table you’re sitting at. You all of a sudden don’t want to be here, not when you can see Chan and Vanessa sucking faces just a few short feet away from you. Your younger sister must know that something is bothering you, because she walks over with a slice of cake.

“Stop moping around like an idiot, it's your birthday party too, remember?” She says, plopping down in the seat next to you, setting down her own slice of cake. You’re so glad she’s here, she always knows when something is bothering you. She always gives you something you like, rolling her eyes while telling you to, “get over it, loser.” All you can do is chuckle at her bluntness, your arms tugging her close as you hug her. She may hate when you hug her or pretend to give her a kiss, but you know she’s glad to have you as her older brother.

“I’m not moping around. I just don’t feel like celebrating, that's all.” You say, stabbing the red velvet cake with your fork, placing the small bite in your mouth as your sister lets out a scoff mixed with a laugh. You roll your eyes at her dramatics, watching as she points her plastic fork at you.

“You’re just upset that your only friend is busy with his girlfriend. You feel like this birthday isn’t for the both of you, you feel like it’s only for him.” She says, hitting the nail on the head. It makes you cringe internally.

You’ve never been good with change, whether it be drastic change or something as small as dinner plans being switched to something else. It always throws you off, making you groan dramatically (dramatics run in your family unfortunately) and complain about the sudden changes.

“I hate how well you know me, Liz.” You mutter, tugging at your hair as you indulge in the delicious cake in front of you.

“I would consider it a blessing, big bro.”

You should consider today to be a good one. Vanessa is out of town for some family trip, meaning you have Chan all to yourself. Which is why you should be happy, but you aren’t. You and Chan are chilling out in his room, the only sound in the room being Chan strumming on his guitar. You can faintly hear the hums coming from his mouth, his body swaying side to side as he plays. The two of you haven’t said much to each other, just a short greeting and a side hug. You can’t help but feel like a stranger in the room you’ve been in dozens of times growing up.

You look around the room, noticing the changes Chan has made to his space. Something pink catches the corner of your eye and you turn your head to look at it. A shirt, a tank top to be more specific. You already know whose it is, and it makes your stomach turn knowing that she’s been here.

Did she sleep in your spot on the bed?

You shake your head to get rid of the idea of her sleeping in your spot on Chan’s bed, the churning feeling becoming stronger, making you want to spill your lunch. You decide to just focus on your phone, scrolling through social media. This goes on for hours, until Chan’s phone rings loudly in the once quiet room, scaring the both of you.

“Fucking hell,” Chan mutters, grabbing his phone. He lights up when he sees who's calling, his cute dimple appearing on his face. You watch him with a soft smile, wishing that it were you making him smile like that.

“Hey, gorgeous! How’s your trip?” Chan says, holding his phone up to his ear. You try not to listen to their conversation, knowing it isn’t your place to be nosy. But, you are your mother’s son, you can’t help it. You listen as they talk, your heart breaking as Chan talks to Vanessa with such intimacy.

As their conversation comes to an end, you’re stuck with your thoughts. Thoughts of wanting someone so desperately that you would do anything to be with them. You would change every single thing about yourself if it meant Chan loved you the same way you love him. You don’t stand a chance against someone like Vanessa. She’s everything you aren’t. Maybe things would be different if you had been born a girl. If only you weren’t attracted to the same gender, maybe you wouldn’t be in this predicament. You wouldn’t be hanging on to something that will never be, a small fire of hope so close to being blown out by the harsh wind of reality.

“Man, I miss her so much.” Chan says, placing his phone down as he looks at you with this lovesick puppy look on his face. It makes your head hurt knowing it’s not directed at you.

The words spill from your lips before your brain has time to stop it.

“I love you, Chan.”

No. This isn’t supposed to happen. Not like this. Your body burns with anxiety, your eyes feeling wet as tears gather. Your mouth is dry, your jaw slack. You start to sweat as you look at Chan’s face.

You can’t deny the look in his eyes. Humiliation, disgust. Oh, no. You start to sweat, your hands shaking slightly. You can’t seem to bring yourself to do anything.You’re frozen, eyes locked on Chan as his own eyes dart around the room.

“You know I’m in a relationship, and I’m not into guys.” He says, not looking at you. What he says next makes you want to crawl into yourself and rot away into nothing. His voice is harsh, his tone like a rock. He’s never spoken to anyone like that, much less you.

“Even if I were into guys, I wouldn’t date you. You’re my best friend and you’re like a brother to me, that’s just weird.”

You can literally taste the disgust in his voice. So potent and loud, it makes you dizzy. You bite back a sob, tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth. You feel like if you attempt to even say anything, you will throw up.

“Besides, Vanessa was telling me about how you don’t like her. She said she heard you talking bad about her to your sister at our party. What the hell, Y/N?” Chan says, his expression quickly switching to angry.

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You know she’s lying, you have never said anything bad about her. Well, not out loud. You want to defend yourself, but your mouth won’t move. Your brain is screaming at you to say something, anything. All you can do is look down at your shaking hands as Chan scoffs at you.

“You aren’t even going to deny it? So what she said must be true. I can’t believe you, Y/N! She’s never done anything wrong to you!”

You can’t even defend yourself. You sit there as Chan expresses his frustrations to you, his words hitting you hard. He hates you now. All because of some girl that entered his life two years ago, when you’ve been there the whole time.

“Get out, Y/N. I can’t even look at you right now.” Chan says, opening his door and motioning for you to get out. You hesitate, your legs feeling like the stiffest bowl of jello as you stand.

The tears don’t stop as you make your way out of the Bahng household, ignoring Chan’s mom as she greets you from the living room. She hears Chan’s door slam and she frowns. Something must have happened, the two of you have never argued. Of course the two of you had little disagreements as kids, but it was easily solved with talking and hugging. She knows this is not a talking and hugging situation.

You rush home, your vision blurry with salty tears that sting. You enter your home, making a beeline to your room. You close the door softly, not wanting to alert anyone of your arrival. You don’t want to see or speak to anyone. You try to catch your breath, choking on the sobs that come out of your mouth. You grip your chest, feeling your heart racing under your hand. Your heartbeat reverberates in your ears, your body shaking as you drop to your knees. You hear voices in your head, berating you for confessing to Chan. They call you names, they point out your flaws, your weaknesses.

You wish it would stop.

You honestly didn’t expect to meet Chan again. Especially not after your debut as a solo artist in South Korea. You recently made your debut and everyone loves you. You go by Mars, one of your nicknames growing up. You’re known for singing soft songs, the words relatable and full of emotion. Your debut album was a hit, causing you to gain fame fairly fast. Your fans liked that you were authentic, not some tasteless blob molded by an entertainment company for money. You were also one of the first openly-gay idols.

That day you left Chan’s house was the last time you ever saw him and his family. Just a few short months later, they packed up and moved to South Korea. When you found out, it broke your heart, knowing that the last interaction you had with your best friend was a negative one.

Your sister had found you in your room, you were struggling to breathe as your entire body shook. She immediately called for your mom frantically, not used to seeing you in such a panicked state. Your mother managed to get you to calm down, helping you breathe properly before you passed out. After that, she took you to see a doctor, and you were diagnosed with anxiety disorder and a mild case of depression. Your mother was supportive, she got you into therapy and you slowly got better, but there’s still times where you don’t feel 100%.

Which brings us to now. An award show. Everyone is there, all of the people you idolized were right in front of you, and a few of them actually expressed excitement about your debut album. You thanked them, telling them that their music inspired you to start making music yourself.

As you’re sitting in your seat talking to Holland, another idol under your label, and a fellow openly-gay idol, you hear some commotion coming from behind you. You turn your head and see a group approaching you. Normally, that wouldn’t bother you, but when your ex-best friend and previous (he still is) crush is in the front, you tend to freak out a bit. Your eyes go wide and you whip your head to face forward, causing a laugh from Holland.

“What’s got you so freaked out? You didn’t see a ghost, did you?” He asks, turning back to see what you were freaking out about. All he sees is the group Stray Kids, taking their seats behind you. He turns back around to you, taking in your wide eyes and the way you bite your bottom lip. The pieces start to come together.

“Oh,” he starts, “You are totally crushing on one of them.”

“What, no way! That’s ridiculous!” You sputter, your face heating up.

Holland just laughs, his hand clapping you on the shoulder.

You sit on a stool in the middle of the stage, a large piano in front of you. You are belting the words so passionately, the lights shining down on you, heating your body up, making you sweat a little. Everyone in the crowd is moved by your performance, but every time you open your eyes, you keep looking at Chan.

His face is unreadable, almost as if he knows the song is about him and not some old flame like you claimed in every interview. The lyrics just feel too familiar to him, his mind going back to his teenage years with you. He misses those times with you, laughing and messing with your little sisters. He feels bad for how things ended between you, and he wishes he could apologize. He’s heard your entire album, he’s had it on repeat for weeks. He’s not an idiot, your debut album is about him. He has to find a way to talk to you and apologize.

Finding you was easy. He catches you backstage after your performance, watching as you talk to a pretty blonde guy. You’re smiling, toothy and bright, and he feels his heart skip in his chest. Where did that come from? He walks towards you, catching your attention.

He watches your eyes go wide, your entire body freezing as you stare at him as if he grew two heads. He thinks you look silly like that, and he can’t fight the smile on his face.

“Y/N, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” He says, mentally kicking himself for being so damn awkward.

You hesitate, your eyes looking everywhere but at him. You noticed that Holland isn’t at your side, and you remind yourself to flick his forehead when you see him. “It has.”

“Do you have a moment to talk? Maybe we can get some dinner and catch up?” He asks, his voice hopeful as he tilts his head at you. Your heart flips at the way he looks, his brown hair flopping to the side.

You wonder if this is a good idea. You could easily get hurt again, but you would also like some closure. There’s so many questions running through your head, it makes you dizzy.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Dinner sounds nice.”

You and Chan leave after the awards show, and you go to a secluded sushi restaurant. The air is awkward, but it passes quickly when Chan brings up the time you both filled his parents bathtub with frogs you captured in the mud. You can’t help but laugh, reminiscing about your wild child days.

“Y/N, I missed you. So much.” Chan says, his eyes on you, not once looking away. You feel your face get warm, and you try to fight the smile creeping onto your face.

“Chan, I missed you too. But I can’t forget how you spoke to me that day. It really hurt that you believed Vanessa over me.” You say, ignoring the aggressive bounce of your leg as you tell him how you felt that day.

Chan cringes when he hears that name. “Right, Vanessa. We actually broke up not long after I…kicked you out.” Chan says, and you gape at him.

“If you don’t mind, why did you break up?” You ask, picking at the loose strings of your sweater; a nervous habit you picked up from your anxiety.

“It turns out she lied about you being rude to her because she was jealous of how close we…were.” Chan sighs, taking a sip of his drink as he rolls his eyes. You were right all along. She wasn’t to be trusted.

“I always knew she was the jealous type. She thought I couldn’t see when she would glare at me whenever you and I would talk,” You say, pointing your chopsticks at him. “I never said anything bad about her, that was Liz.”

Chan laughs at that, knowing that your little sister had quite the attitude. It makes him miss Hannah and the rest of his family.

“You aren’t still mad at me, are you? Because according to your album, you sound like you hate me.” Chan asks. “If you aren’t mad, then I’d like us to pick up where we left off as friends.”

You thought about it for a second. You would finally have your best friend back in your life, but not in the way you truly desired. Could you live with that? Sure, it can’t be too hard. You’ll always have other people in your life.

“Yeah, we can go back to where we left off. We’re brothers for life, right?” You ask, a gentle smile on your face as you look at Chan. He smiles back and you both make a toast to rekindling a once broken friendship between brothers.

#binnies req #kpop x male reader #stray kids x male reader #kpop x reader #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you

256 notes · View notes

clovermarigold · 5 months

Text

Smoke & Ice Headcannons- Happy edition

Ok so doubling down might not have been the best idea. I am writing this at gun point now. So, enjoy I guess.

pt.1 pt.2

Being the middle child, he had the most free time to himself, his father doting on Tomas, and his mother on Bi han. This is what led him to become such great friends with Harumi.

Was made fun of endlessly by Bi han for his obvious crush on Harumi. Tomas said it was sweet and that she would make an amazing sister.... He preferred Bi han's teasing.

In the past two head cannons I've stressed that he was not his parents' priority, but they still loved him and spent time with him. After Harumi had expressed her love of tea, Kuai Liang tried to adopt this love, so, he turned to his father, who could never be seen relaxing without a good cup.

He bonded with his mom by cooking, contrary to what everyone else would think, he is a very good cook. The majority of the clans moon cakes are his mother's recipe, and a good half were made by him.

Though the brothers are different and tend to get into arguments regularly, that is standard brother behavior. And up until the betrayal they had their good moments. So here are some sibling style antics they've gotten into.

Bi han makes an unhealthy amount of 'milk' jokes to Tomas. Both in the sense of Tomas being super white, but also... his father didn't come back with the milk.

Both Bi han and Tomas make fun of how Kuai Liang sits.

Kuai Liang got fed up with how one sided the fights were between his two brothers, so he taught Tomas the art of, "I'm not in your room" (standing in the doorway).

What he did not account for was Bi han beating the absolute shit out of his brother for it. The three of them ended up cleaning the dojo for a month after their dad found Tomas on the floor crying, while Kuai Liang and Bi han tried to shut him up and tell him he was ok.

Bi han lunging at Kuai Liang after he walked in on him confessing that he did care for Tomas to their mother.

The three of them getting grounded after getting caught trying to sneak out because Tomas told them about a honey cake, he grew up with in Prague called a meldovnik.

Bi han will head lock Kuai Liang and force him to take back saying he was a pushover.

Kuai Liang will make Tomas feel so guilty and tell him he definitely hit Madam Bo WAY to hard.

(Dressing the brothers in matching clothes)

Mom: aww you look just like your brother

Kuai Liang: shit

Bi han: ew

Tomas: 😢

His first roll was a middle school play rendition of the wizard of oz... he was a tree.

He's a huge cat person, but after he found out Kenshi was allergic to them, he bought a pet rabbit saying it 'reminds me of you'.

At first Kenshi didn't care for it but after waking up to a warm fluffy lump on his chest he caved. Johnny gave him the power to name it... he regrets that decision every day of his life.

And so may I introduce the mascot of the mkcu, the rabbit that can be found sleeping on the director's chair in-between takes of every shoot, Kris.... (Ex wife's name with a 'k')

He's starting to regret dating this asshole.

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #bi han #kuai liang #scorpion #smoke and ice #shirai ryu #smoke #johnny cage x kenshi takahashi #johnshi #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #bi han x reader #smoke x reader

114 notes · View notes

historia-vitae-magistras · 7 months

Text

Part Eight: Summons

First Installment: Here.

Last Installment: Here.

Current Installment: You are here!

Author's note: Inspired by the 1950s short story "The Man Who Came Early" by Poul Anderson. Red Sail Hall Present Day

“Don’t you dare,”

Arthur’s hand froze over Cromwell’s skull as Rhys slapped his fingers away and down and snatched up bone, gripping the jawless head by the temples and pulling it from reach. Arthur went to take it from him, but they froze as Matthew rolled over from his place and bundled into a quilt. When he didn’t wake, Rhys snapped his gaze back to Arthur, and he found himself being dragged from the study with its electric faux fire and his son draped over the sofa, sleeping like the dead. They were suddenly in the hall, and he found himself pinned against the wall by his brother’s forearm. “You are not waking mother again.”

Arthur thrust the arm away but found he couldn’t move Rhys. He’d always been denser, compact and heavy like a lead ingot. “I don’t need to. I only need the skull and the spring.”‌

“For what? You delusional bastard. Do you fancy you can open a portal?‌ You can barely make a curse box without me, much less this deep in your cups. And you are not sullying her grave with that man’s bones.”

“I have Alfred to consider. Don’t pretend you have the—”

“It’s my name he bears, you bloody bastard. How Saxon do you think Jones is? Hm? All of your children are as much us as they are you. Including Alfred.”‌

“Would you be reasonable?”

“No.” Rhys was very close, a spring force as he stood straight.

“Since when do you—”

“Since you rolled out of a bloody fairy ring and into my lap.” He prodded Arthur towards the stairs. “I am not letting you run off half-cocked because it’s easier to hurl yourself into a void than feel a fucking emotion. This isn’t you tossing yourself into a ship and running; this is a paradigm shift in the universe, you daft cunt.”

“Rhys—”

“May Mother strike me dead before I‌ lose two nephews and a brother at once,” He was very close now, and sometimes ‌Arthur remembered why there was a dragon on every flag his brother used. “You are a grown fucking man with four grown children. Take a fucking avomine, sleep more than thirty seconds, and we’ll make a move in the fucking morning. Go.”‌

Burial Mound, Cumbria The Next Morning

Matthew knows he is dying when his uncle’s arms catch and hold him and he doesn't care. He has bled to death more than once. His shoulder had nearly been torn from his body once; a lobsterback cavalryman had broken an infantry formation he’d been caught in trying to run from the cannon fire. The bare faces of his arm bones saw the sky that day. He never ran away from a fight again. He was a century older when a gaping cavern of flesh appeared where his belly once was. A‌ piece of shrapnel severed his spine and his jugular. And blasted a hole through his front. This is worse. This is much worse, but Alasdair kisses his head, and Matthew stands, blank and unmoving.

He has said goodbye to the two who were once his siblings, and he hopes the squeeze they gave him isn't the last good thing he ever feels. Now he is without them, standing before the ruins of a chapel. Trees soar to the sky, older than most in England, but spaced like the posts of a palisade. He can hear running water and whispers. Aunt Brighid is there. Father asks her something. Softer than he ever does, and she stands tall.

“I‌ wove the spells into his cradle, I‌ will not damn him to a grave so far from home. And the past is another country.”

His father is not often speechless, but the novelty is not enough to stop the bleeding. There is no trace of red, but he wishes it would be over, that it could all seep into the earth and let him go—anything to make the silence end. Even a scream will not pierce it now; it lays so thick over his thoughts. He is dying. Uncle Rhys lights a torch, then two more. Even here, lifting light, Matthew is redundant. He can only follow as his father and uncles follow their sister, lingering behind as she walks ahead. Alasdair, Rhys, and last, Arthur. Perhaps the first time in a thousand years his father has not led. His uncles carve sharp shapes into old indentations softened by exposure. His father cuts his hand and presses blood into the runes until it drips into the furrows and inks their carvings into contrast with the darkness. Matthew cannot read the shapes. His aunt sings, and he does not understand the words. As he always has, he clings to the tree line and watches others do their work. Something in him wants to die. Something in him knows his will, drowning in silence that will not let him hear his own voice anymore.

A woman’s figure appears. His father’s mother, but not his grandmother. Her time is too far gone for him to know her now if he ever did. Matthew’s hands are shaking now. They speak more words he does not understand. The Welsh vowels and little pieces of Scots Gaelic he can hear refuse to make any sense. He knows Gaelic the way he does his French, as natural as breathing, but he cannot put meaning to sound, and nothing makes sense. He wishes he would bleed to death already.

Then, Life.

His world broke open with a song. He doesn’t know which one. Something about a republic and grapes of wrath: the chorus is the laugh of North America, showing teeth and soaring like the sky. Alfred. A‌ branch nearly takes his head off as he smashes through the trees towards the sound. More laughter. His world was born from a bolt of it centuries before. The pool of a spring lap at the stones of the edge, and the water sings in his brother’s voice for a moment before Matthew realizes the sound is below the water. There is no bottom of the pool; the stone edges descend into a black abyss. He would not have understood the depth of it even a moment before Alfred cut himself free from their reality. Kneeling, he touched the edges of the stone and knew the rounded channels locking into place were his uncles doing, the same dry stone construction of a broch.

“Mattie,” Alfred spoke, only barely damped by the water. A week without Alfred and he'd lost more love than Francois had given him in 150 years. Just a thread of it wound around his heart, hearing his name on the piano notes of his brother's laugh and pulled him forward.

He dove.

#hws england #hws canada #my writing || cacoethes scribendi #the dangeld axe to grind: the viking age time travel au

66 notes · View notes

planetamarte · 3 months

Text

(ao3 link)

A voice booms behind Shadow and Omega, echoing within the hallway of the Eggman base they stand in. "Ohohohoho! If it isn't two-thirds of Team Dark!"

Omega turns his torso 180 degrees and looks up at the doctor flying in his Eggmobile. "EGGMAN SPOTTED," he says. He switches his claws to cannons. "PREPARING ARTILLERY FORCES."

"Hold on, darling," Shadow says, stepping forward and putting an arm in front of Omega. "Our mission is to retrieve the Emerald. You can deal with the doctor afterward."

Eggman turns his head so fast that Shadow thinks the man's gonna get whiplash. "Huh-wha? Wait a minute, 'darling?'"

"UNDERSTOOD," Omega says and retracts his cannons. He turns his torso back into its normal position and turns his whole body around properly. "LET US GO FIND THE CHAOS EMERALD, BELOVED."

"'Beloved?!'"

"Oh, right." Shadow looks over at the doctor with a hand on his hip, then back at Omega. "He doesn't know."

"HE IS ALSO OBLIVIOUS TO THE IMPLICATIONS OF AFFECTIONATE NAME-CALLING," Omega says.

"I am not oblivious! I know perfectly well what those mean!"

"We don't have time for this. Let's go, Omega," Shadow says.

"No, hold on! I'm not letting you get that Chaos Emerald! Just what—what is this?!"

Omega then quickly grabs Shadow by the back, doing a twirl and dipping him like a dancer. "I AM GLAD TO DO A DEMONSTRATION."

Shadow's eyes widen and he flushes as he looks into Omega's optics, knowing damn well the robot is using the situation as an excuse to get a kiss. (Also to annoy Eggman.) He’s almost embarrassed at how direct Omega can be in front of somebody else. "Alright, love," he says, reaching up for his shoulder and leaning upwards, placing a kiss on the metal directly underneath Omega's head. He feels the short electric sparks against his lips that signify Omega's way of kissing him back, and oh, how he feels like that's never gonna get old. He can't help but smile into the kiss, thinking of how he couldn't ever get tired of this.

Eggman seems to be regretting his choices, because after a moment of silence that Shadow can only assume is due to a jaw drop (he can't see, he's kissing Omega), the man is back to yelling. "What in the—!? Alright, you disgusting teenagers, enough!"

Omega, still holding onto Shadow with his claws splayed across his back, aims his other arm to shoot at a security camera in the corner of the ceiling. He then looks over to Eggman and says, "NOBODY WILL EVER BELIEVE YOU."

#talking #my writing #sonic the hedgehog #shadomega #shadow the hedgehog #e 123 omega #lets all look at the wall

21 notes · View notes

bullsandthebones · 2 years

Note

Im pretty sure I already requested something but I am in love with MK and there’s hardly any male readers. Soooo, could you do like a MK system with a dominate bf reader head cannons

MK System x Dom! Male Reader (18+)

FEM ALIGNED DNI

First and foremost, Steven is sooo down for this

He needs someone to take over and dominate him

You don't even need to force him into sub space, he obeys immediately

Marc is,,, well,, he's a brat.

He'll try and dominate you but we all know he prefers to be dominated

Jake is perfectly fine with being dominated, but he likes to be difficult

Both Marc and Jake like to tease, hoping for punishments

Steven loves praise! If you run your hands through his hair and tell him he's a good boy while he's sucking you off, you'll most likely get a moan out of him

Jake's a masochist, he likes to be hit during sex (he'll also call you papi to rile you up)

I think Marc would like it rough, but just because he needs to get out of his head

Tie him up and pound into him until he can't remember his own name

Steven just likes being bossed around, even outside of the bedroom

Tell him what to wear, make his lunches, etc and he'll be putty in your hands

All three love to be used-

fuck their throats and use them as a fuck toy, they love it

Steven secretly loves the feeling of your cum dripping out of him, it'll get him horny all over again

Jake loves being covered in your cum

Get it on his face, his stomach, in his hair, he loves it

Marc is indifferent about it, he doesn't hate it but he thinks it's a little gross to be covered in cum

annddd that's all I've got

#male reader #x male reader #steven grant x male reader #steven grant x reader #marvel x male reader #marc spector x male reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x male reader #jake lockley x reader #dom male reader

825 notes · View notes

roadkillremi · 11 months

Text

Randy Meeks with a Queer and/or Trans Partner

(Head Cannons)

MasterList

Quick announcement before reading. I am a nonbinary AFAB individual so I cannot speak for all of these. If there is something you want to add that you feel as if I didn't give it enough justice please let me know! You can comment, message, reblog, or ask!

Coming Out

Coming out in general can be scary. But you know you need to come out to your current partner Randy.

(As Bi/Pan) You sat Randy down telling him you love him. He's panicking because this usually doesn't end well for him.

You tell to take deep breaths even though you're the one panicking. He notices you seem nervous and cuddles you in his arms.

You whisper saying you're [Bisexual/Pansexual/Questioning/Queer] and that you're still with him but you needed to tell him.

At first he's silent and then lets out a soft laugh. "Yeah, I figured baby! It's okay! I support you!"

Ever since that you both talk about people you find attractive together. One time you both admitted to Billy being attractive but being an asshole. Or how Tatum's too pretty for Stu.

If there's a queer character in a Horror movie he's telling you. He grabbed the Rocky Horror Picture Show and forced you to watch it.

(Coming out as Trans) Again this is super scary. Yeah you dress differently to make yourself comfortable and change your hair but you never told him.

You waited until Randy was half asleep to tell him. You said it softly to where he can barely hear. He sat up lazily and rubbed his eyes.

(Nonbinary). "I go by They/Them pronouns.." you whispered. Randy nodded, "Okay, so..." He looked a bit confused not upset though. "I don't feel like a guy or a girl. Deep in my soul I feel something else. Like I don't belong?... It's hard to explain.."

(NonBinary) He nodded, "I'm sorry you feel this way. I'll try my best and I'm sorry if I mess up.".

(FTM) "Randy.. I'm saying that I don't wanna be a girl. I'm not a girl!" Tears built up. "I know you dated me when I was... I'm sorry but it's who I am.". Randy looked at you, "I love you for you. Besides we can get matching haircuts."

(MTF) "I feel feminine, I want to be pretty, Randy..". Randy scooted closer to you, "You are pretty..".. "No, I wanna be.. a girl.. I know the difference between drag queen and trans. This is who I am.". Randy nodded and kissed you before going back to the movie.

He'd then mention how Chucky's kid uses different pronouns.

Pride Events

He gets tacky Rainbow stuff for you all the time during June.

He even scribbled on a T-Shirt "My Partners [Queer/Trans] so what?".

He constantly tells you he's proud of you for being you.

During events he'll ask random questions going "What's the difference between Bi and Pan?" Or "What do you mean I'm queer coded?!" Then ask if Stus queer coded.

He gets little souvenirs for everyone. He handed Billy a fan saying PRIDE, Billy sat there confused. "Use it. It's for the better of human kind.".

Randy's mom gets confused when she' sees the rainbow stuff and thinks he's queer (which he might, who knows?). He shakes his head in disappointment, "No, Mom. We talked about how Y/N is celebrating this month! We have to be festive with them."

With Friends/Family

Randy would ask if your family knows, if you say No he'd respect that. He doesn't want to out you to your family. (For pronouns) He hates using the wrong pronouns and/or preferred name. After he apologizes a million times to you.

He'd be right by your side when you tell the friend group. Sidney and Tatum accept you and Stu is just confused. Billy zoned out and then nodded.

Stu would make a joke thinking it's harmless. Randy would fuss at him and Tatum would join him.

(For Queer individuals) Billy would even go to you and ask, "How'd you know?". You're pretty sure he likes Stu.

At school some kids are childish and mean. But Randy will stand up for you. So will everyone else of course! But Randy would be the meanest to the person who insulted you.

(For Pronouns) He'd passive aggressively correct people that should know which ones to use. At first he's nice and then he's like. "it's actually, [Preferred Pronouns]

(For Pronouns) When Ghostface calls you he even uses your proper pronouns and/or preferred name. You stop mid conversation and go "Uh- thanks. But imma hang up-".

That's all I got for now, Happy Pride!

58 notes · View notes