#i assumed he told everyone he was literally 18 because he thought it would be funny

[egophiliac]

OH YEAH HIS TAIL ALSO LIGHTS UP

here's a bunch of quick reactions to some of the smaller bits, while I work on bigger things for the bigger bits and obsess over Silver's breakdown some more. don't be fooled -- this is only the beginning of my descent into pure diasomnia hell.

(I also need to figure out how to draw OB Mal better)

#art #long post #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #ugggh sorry i really do need to figure out ob mal i have not managed a decent one yet #anyway saving my feelings for later #i have tried a couple of times to write something about how blatant lilia is #about being an ancient fae pretend to be a high schooler in order to keep an eye on his idiot dragon son #but every time i remember that this is a universe in which rook exists and is a real person that the characters know #and it's like. oh yeah. lilia isn't anywhere near the weirdest person they know. #they aren't exactly secretive about fae aging differently either #i assumed he told everyone he was literally 18 because he thought it would be funny #🤷 #drink your juice everyone

[mixtape-racha]

looks like we made it | choi yeonjun

maybe being maid of honor at your best friend's wedding, opposite your college ex, had its perks after all... // minors dni, 18+

warnings: exes to lovers, best man!yeonjun x maid of honor!reader, built up tension // words: 3.84k

a/n: sorry in advance, but i took out the smut section because it didn't feel like it fit with the direction the fic took. but regardless, i hope you enjoy!

you giggled again as your best friend, eui, pulled you from the passenger side of her car - seemingly desperate to get you up to her apartment.

“eui, what’s going on? why are you in such a rush?” the smile of your face was etched permanently, like it always was when you were around eui. the two of you had been friends since you were merely five years old, and had remained inseparable ever since.

she didn’t respond though, her laughs growing as she covered your eyes once you were outside her front door. through all of your protests, she shushed you and carefully led you inside - based on the direction she steered you in, you had assumed into her living room.

she had been secretive and kind of strange all day, the conversation never flowing into why she so urgently needed to hang out with you at all. it was definitely suspicious, but with eui you could never expect what was coming. it could be the most mundane thing ever, for all you knew.

oh, but how wrong you were.

when she finally removed her palms from your eyes, you blinked as you adjusted to the light. looking around, there were loads of pink balloons and decorations. was she pregnant? no, no she would’ve told you sooner so that couldn’t be it.

“surprise!” she cried, holding up a cake with your name iced on the top. but… what else was etched in the pale pink icing?

will you be my maid of honor?

once the words had registered in your brain, you squealed, tears springing to your eyes. you pulled her into a massive hug, both bouncing on the balls of your feet in excitement.

“of course i will! oh my god, eui, this is huge!”

the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon pampering yourselves over a bottle of red wine and face masks, with the twilight movies playing peacefully in the background. her fiance was away for the weekend, so you had all the time in the world to relax with your soul twin. really, you had both been dreaming of days like these since you were preteens hooked on the idea of marrying your celebrity crushes, and now here you were - merely months away from watching your closest friend in the world walk down the aisle.

you gossiped a little, getting tea about how eui’s own mother was arguing with her fiance’s mother about the theme of the wedding, and silly things like the color scheme and the cake. you had met soobin many times, and he was very open about how argumentative his mother could be. especially when it came to her children - she wanted nothing less than the best for them, no matter what it took. somehow, he didn’t share his mother’s need for the finest things, often opting to take the easy route instead. for “simplicity and comfort reigned over expensive and difficult”, he often said.

“you wouldn’t believe how he asked yeonjun to be his best man, though,” eui huffed with a roll of her eyes. “he literally asked him on speakerphone in the car. like… where is the spice? the flavor? the speciality?”

you laughed along, sharing her confusion, but one thing stuck out in the forefront of your mind. choi yeonjun. soobin’s best friend, and the bane of your existence.

you and yeonjun had dated throughout your sophomore and junior years in college, and everyone had thought you were soulmates - you were voted first to get married, first to start a family, most likely to grow old together by all of your friends.

but right at the beginning of senior year, something changed. he became more distant, more distracted. you barely saw each other, and when you did, all you would do is eat a burger or nap together. it was exhausting to feel like you weren’t enough anymore, and so you left. but what hurt the most is that he didn’t try to stop you from leaving, and he was in a new - very shown-off - relationship merely a month later.

sure, the two of you were civil now you had graduated and moved on with your lives, but that didn’t stop the little bitter feeling you got deep in your stomach every time you saw him. and now - god, you’d have to see each other so often. you’d have to share so many responsibilities and tasks. eui and soobin were lucky you loved them so much to be able to deal with it.

not long after eui had actually asked you to be such an integral part in her wedding party, yeonjun had reached out to you. he offered to take you out for lunch the following week so you could discuss your respective hen and stag parties - of course, that was his biggest concern right now. but respectfully, you agreed, and arranged to meet him at a diner on the outskirts of town the following thursday. you only had 5 months until the wedding, so it was better to start organizing these things as soon as possible.

by the time thursday finally rolled around, you had forgotten about your plans to meet with yeonjun until he texted you while you were 6 episodes deep into a pretty little liars marathon. stressed and half asleep, you rushed around to grab anything you needed and put on clothes - there was no way you were meeting him in pajama’s. 

he was waiting outside your apartment building, having kindly offered to drive you to the diner and back as your car was in the garage getting repairs. when you finally got outside, he was waiting leant against his car, scrolling through his phone. for a second you were transported back to college, seeing a younger yeonjun waiting to pick you up for a date. it felt strange, and you shrugged off the feeling as you approached him.

“hey, you.” you smiled, pulling his attention from his phone and alerting him of your presence. he smiled widely, holding his arms out for a brief hug, which for some unknown reason you accepted.

“hey, yourself. how’ve you been?” he asked as you pulled away and got into the car, the stress of adult life evident on both of your faces.

you made small talk during the drive to the diner, and it was surprisingly comfortable. you forgot how well you and yeonjun truly got along, whether as friends or as partners, and already you knew you were going to enjoy having him back in your life like this.

once in the diner, you both ordered milkshakes and a side of fries to share as you discussed your respective plans for the hen and stag parties, and what was off-limits for the others to do.

“honestly, just no strippers. i know its common sense, but its a respect thing. eui wouldn’t appreciate it, and honestly, i don’t think soobin would enjoy it anymore.” you giggled, watching as yeonjun intently took notes on what you were saying. he was almost as serious as you were, rocking up with ruled notepads and an abundance of different coloured pens.

“no, i agree. i think bin would be offended if i even tried it. i was thinking about taking some guys away on a camping trip for a weekend. bin’s turned into such an old man - i was thinking he’d enjoy just a few guys going fishing. what are you thinkin for the hen party?”

you smiled softly, appreciating how much effort he was willing to put in for his best friend.

“eui’s mentioned a few times wanting to do a spa getaway - so realistically, we could plan you guys going camping and us going to a spa resort for the same weekend. i was thinking maybe the weekend before the wedding if that works for your ideas?”

yeonjun hummed before replying. “i think that makes sense. if the wedding is a tuesday, we all leave on the friday and then come back on the sunday evening. then monday, i know soobin’s very traditional, so the bridal party and groomsmen for the ceremony can stay separately to prepare for tuesday.”

deep down, you were shocked at how seriously he was taking it, but hastily agreed.

you stayed a while longer, discussing various plans over your fries, and just generally catching up before he drove you home, pulling you into another hug to say goodbye for now. it was nice, you truly loved having him around. 

unfortunately, you didn’t see him again for a couple of weeks.

eui and soobin had invited you over for dinner, and you realized when you got out of your uber that yeonjun was there, too - you spotted his car outside and, regretfully, your stomach fluttered. it was just a casual dinner with some friends in their apartment, but suddenly you felt underdressed in your work shirt and jeans. god, did you even remember to put a bottle of body spray in your bag this morning? why was the thought of yeonjun’s presence making you so stressed?

with a sigh, you trudged into the building, catching the elevator up to the fifth floor. you could call apartment 505 your second home by now; spending all your free time there before eui had soobin move in, and still spending every friday night and occasionally a saturday morning there too. you were lucky that eui had found such an understanding fiance, one who adored you like you were his best friend from the start, and even going as far as to introduce you as his sister-in-law now.

knocking on the door, you heard a yell from inside before feet padded towards the door, and it swung open to reveal a pouty eui. she had her arms crossed over her chest, and from the living room you could hear insanely loud laughter from the two men inhabiting the room.

“what did they do now?” you teased, placing your bag and shoes down as she let you in.

“they keep cheating at uno!” she cried, genuine anguish in her voice. “they’re teaming up against me, (y/n)! its so unfair!”

“choi soobin!” you called out in feigned disgust as you entered the living room, very casually taking a seat next to yeonjun, who was sat on the opposite sofa to soobin - and now eui. “i can’t believe you’d betray your future wife like this! i might have to whisk her away if you carry on.”

yeonjun cackled next to you, and just as quickly as the feeling arose, your anxiety about seeing him disappeared.

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“ladies and gentleman, i give you– the bride and groom!”

as the first notes of unchained melody by the righteous brothers played through the speakers, a warm smile grew on your face. just being here to watch your best friend marry the love of her life was phenomenal.

you looked across the head table you were seated at, and caught eyes with yeonjun - was he already looking at you? you didn’t have time to process the thought before he smiled, eyes all crinkly and tear-filled, and raising his glass slightly in a toast to you both.

yeah. you’d done well. the wedding had run so smoothly, because no one could even consider acting up before you or yeonjun put a stop to it. you were just grateful you didn’t have to “accidentally” spill red wine on a guest who had shown up wearing white - your biggest worry averted, as everyone in invitation took the dress code very seriously.

over the past few months, yeonjun and yourself had grown extremely close again, and you couldn’t be happier. it felt nice, having him around. like a breath of fresh air that you hadn’t experienced since you graduated, and he truly brought out the best in you. all throughout the respective hen and stag weekends, you hadn’t stopped checking in with one another, to the point where one of your other friends took your phone, thinking you were drunk texting an ex.

you supposed that really, you were. it pained you to admit, but after spending so much time with yeonjun over the past few months, an itch had grown that you couldn’t quite scratch. you swore you’d tried everything - a trust vibrator, a dating app, even a blind date set up by eui - but nothing worked. it felt like every time he was around you, your soul yearned from yeonjun and your skin lit itself on fire.

you just had no idea that he was seated across the table from you, facing the exact same dilemma. he always thought he was over you - that you were both mature adults now, and you could be friends without your past affecting you. but even from that very first hug before you went to the diner together, you’d been playing on his mind like a looped track. you looked good - that much he could never deny. and sure, he would always hold you to a high standard because you were his first love, but this was deeper than that. no one else could even compare, not anymore. he wanted you so bad - not sure whether he just needed a fuck, or he truly missed you deep in his soul, but he wanted to find out.

as the evening progressed, you couldn’t help but let your mind and eyes wander to the man who seemed to be constantly on your mind. during wedding planning, you always seemed to be paired together - not that you minded - and that resulting in the pair of you hanging out regularly by yourselves. movie nights, games nights with eui and soobin, trips to the diner, even accompanying one another on their weekly food shop when you bumped into each other in the supermarket. no matter how hard you tried to fight it, the universe was pushing you together and you weren’t sure how much resolve you had left. the last thing you needed was the kiss him, just for him to reject you, and feel like that 21-year-old heartbroken college student all over again. well, that was until one of soobin and yeonjun’s old college friends asked you to dance, which you happily agreed to.

the second yeonjun looked up from his conversation with eui’s young sister and looked eyes on you dancing with serim, his blood felt like it was boiling. his friend was looking at you with literal hearts in his eyes, who did he think he was? you were yeonju– well, you weren’t yeonjun’s. but the point was why the fuck did serim think he could flirt so hard as he spun you around on the dancefloor? especially right in front of where yeonjun was sitting? had he not been obvious enough? he spoke about you all the time to his friends, they had to know his returning feelings for you by now.

you, on the other hand, were more than happy in your predicament of dancing with serim. when the boy approached you, you vividly remembered him from college. most of all, you remembered how kind he was to you, even after you and yeonjun had broken up. so when he so politely asked you to dance, how could you say no? you already thought serim was lovely, and there was no harm in dancing with a handsome man. worst case scenario, he was boring. best case scenario, it helped you get over your unreciprocated feelings for yeonjun. you danced with him for a while, chatting away the whole time, until you had to excuse yourself to give your heeled feet a break and get a drink.

once you reached the bar, massaging your aching calves, you smiled as you ordered your drink. a vodka cranberry - something you’d discovered during your freshers week of college, and swore by ever since. you reached into your clutch to get your bank card, but a hand reached out and swiped their card across the reader before you could.

“serim, i appreciate it, but–”

“its been half an hour an you’ve already forgotten what i look like?” your protests were cut off as you looked up and met eyes with a smiling yeonjun, which caused a grin to spread across your face.

“course not, jjunie. just thought you were a little caught up being the future husband of every child here.” you giggled, referencing the way all the young girls at the wedding had fallen from him and approached one at a time, shyly asking if he’d marry them.

yeonjun was amazing with kids, that much you knew, and it warmed your heart watching the way he interacted with them, and told them that they’d find their own prince charming one day, because uncle jjunie couldn’t marry them.

“good,” he grinned, pushing your drink towards you as it was served. “don’t want you abandoning me for serim, now, do i?”

you sighed at that, taking a sip of your drink as yeonjun looked at you confused. upon further prompting, you opened up and spoke to him about your short experience with the boy in question.

“i just… i don’t know, jjun. he asked me out. and like, yeah, he’s sweet and all, but i don’t want to feel like i’m leading him on, you know?”

yeonjun looked perplexed at your words, but stayed quiet. he knew you well enough to know you would have more to say, and you looked away as you continued. you didn’t know what, but something about his gaze felt a lot more intense now.

“i’m not looking for dating or a relationship. well, i mean– i guess i am, but only with someone specific. unless i get over them, its not fair to try and pursue things with anyone else.”

he stayed quiet, still, and you looked over to see him staring at you with something unrecognizable in his eyes. you wondered for a second if you’d said something to upset him - never wanting that to be the outcome of any of your interactions. maybe he was worried serim’s heart would be broken if you rejected his advances? yeonjun was always very protective of his friends, everyone who knew him could attest to that. but the way he was looking at you was like he was trying to read your every inner thought, so you couldn’t be sure.

“fuck it… (y/n) can i talk to you outside?”

you were a little surprised by the bluntness of his words, but silently agreed, following as he headed to the empty hallway outside the room of the hotel that the reception was being hosted in. the second you exited, the loudly blaring music turned to a soft thudding bass, and so for that alone you were thankful.

yeonjun paced quietly for a moment, while you leant against the wall, taking off your heels to give your aching feet a break. you wished you put a pair of flats in your purse-bag, standing barefoot in a hotel corridor felt wrong on so many levels.

“jjun, what’s wrong? you know you can tell me anything, right?” you said softly after a few minutes of silence, genuinely worried for the taller boy in front of you. your words shook him from his trance and he stopped his endless pacing, but he still couldn’t bring himself to look at you.

his head was swirling, and he felt like he was spinning out of control. what if you rejected him? worse, what if you called him disgusting, or got mad that your recent proximity made him think that you could try again? what if you told eui and soobin that he’d made you uncomfortable, and he lost them, too? he knew if was silly to worry the way he was, but you looked so perfect in your bridesmaid dress and he was riddled with feelings of inadequacy. maybe serim would be better for you after all. serim had never broken your heart. serim had never acted like you didn;t exist to protect his own heart. serim would never do that to you, not like he had.

but at the same time, he knew he wasn’t that person anymore. he knew he was good enough. he knew he could be anything and everything you asked for. he could picture you walking towards him in a wedding dress, and he wanted that. he wanted all of it with you, and it had taken him one too many years to realize it.

he sighed heavily, a sound that you hadn’t heard leave his lips in many years. your heart thudded in your chest, not knowing what to expect - but preparing yourself for the worst. not that you knew what the worst would be, but you had to prepare either way.

however, what you weren’t expecting was for yeonjun to bare his heart to you - eyes wide and shining as he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky. your heart skipped a heat with his every word. you didn’t even respond until you were 100% sure he had finished what he needed to say.

“i just– i’m so, so head over heels for you. when soobin told me you were eui’s maid of honour, i was worried. not for seeing you, but i wasn’t sure you’d want to do this with me after i broke you heart. and i did. i know i did. i was stupid, and i let go the best thing that ever happened to me, and i’m so ashamed it took me this long for me to figure it out.

then i saw you dancing with serim, and it was like everything i’ve been trying to repress these past few months came bubbling back up to the surface. i never truly got over you, but i was always ready to cheer you on and support you with whatever and whoever made you happy - until it happened. the idea of serim being the one to treat you right, or dance with you at a wedding, or hold you hand and buy your drinks for you - it made me honestly feel sick.

you don’t have to accept this, i don’t want you to accept because you feel like you have to. i’ll support you on whatever path you take, but i couldn’t waste another second not telling you - especially when everyone here can see what a catch you are.”

you didn’t know what flipped harder - your stomach or your heart. he truly wanted you? it was like a curse and a miracle warped into one. a miracle, because you never would’ve thought the stress of hiding your feelings this past few months was affecting him too. a curse, because you knew you were falling in the deep end again. it was yeonjun. it would always be yeonjun, and you knew that even in the deepest parts of your soul.

through watery eyes and a skip in your chest, you smiled at him, using everything in you to stop the tears from falling.

“jjunie, i love you. i always have, and i always will.”

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Arachnophilia: (Chapter Eighteen)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

Content: Fluff + Smut. Workplace sex/Oral (reader recieving), Panty kink.

Word count: 6,400 Notes: Longer chapter but ngl I like this one a lot, enjoy B)

‘Okay, okay, careful.’

‘Aha—Mi arañita, I still don’t understand the point of this, ah- exercise?’

‘Not an exercise Miggy, I told you this a thousand times, it’s—a surprise!’

‘Alright, alright, sweet thing. Well, regardless, I trust you.’

Mig took a few more staggered steps forward across the hard ground. His eyes were covered by a thick blindfold, and he was moving based purely on the guiding tug of your hand in his.

You had him step forward just a little further, but noticed as you did that he was tapping his paws back and forth to try and gauge his surroundings. You gently squeezed his hand as punishment.

‘No! No, come on, don’t—spoil it with your little sensory paws’ you huffed. Mig chuckled.

‘My apologies, I’m just—not used to being covered.’

‘Well it doesn’t even matter now because you—are—here!’

With a gleeful swing you released his hand and spread your arms wide in anticipation of him lifting the blindfold. He did as he’d been told, lifting it carefully, and as he blinked and squinted his eyes to adjust, he was met with the most beautiful sight.

You were both stood on the flat roof of the HQ building, with the entire of Nueva York spread out at your feet. The sky was clear and bright, the city sparkling beneath the light of the sun, with the distant lakes glimmering and blowing in the wind.

Mig took a few steps closer to the edge, his mouth agape. ‘Ah… It—this is, what you wished to show me?’ he murmured. When he looked down you were beaming.

‘Yeah! Of course. Isn’t it beautiful?’ you said while grabbing his leg. You squeezed his fluffy spider appendage to your cheek. ‘Mm—I know you can’t go outside yet, at least on the ground, but, I thought you might like to see. I bribed Peter to let us up here.’

While you were fixed on the view, you didn’t notice that Mig was still staring at you. You were clutched tight to his side, your smile wide and your face slightly buffeted from the wind, forcing you to squint beneath the sun.

You didn’t see the softest smile on his face. You felt his abdomen vibrating, but you assumed it was for the view.

‘Mi arañita…’

You slowly rolled your head back up to catch his eyes. He stared back.

‘I am… deathly, afraid of heights’ Mig said, his voice cracking as he spoke. Immediately you balked.

‘You—OH, oh, shit oh my god- Oh I’m so sorry—’

You immediately grabbed his legs and dragged him back towards the centre of the roof. ‘Oh, Miggy I’m so—’

‘It’s okay’ he said gently. As you blabbered apology after apology he remained patiently calm with his forelegs on your cheeks. ‘Shh, it’s okay. You didn’t know.’

‘I just thought, ah—spiders, you know, we… we’re always, up—’

‘Not me, mi tesoro. I don’t have that, sticking ability you all have. I just have a literal spider body. I can’t stick to walls like you.’

‘Oh, you… are you, worried about, falling?’ you asked. Miguel sheepishly nodded.

‘Oh… Oh god, don’t worry about that’ you said, gently waving your hand. ‘I would never let you fall. Ever. I’d break my back if I had to just to ensure you didn’t fall. Promise! Cross my heart and all.’

Miguel’s chuckle in response was soft. It seemed to be getting easier for him to do. ‘Ah, arañita, thank you. I believe you would certainly try.’ As if to show his gratitude and his trust Mig slowly lowered himself down until he was seated in the centre of the roof, his legs folded beneath his great fluffy belly, and with his hands out he bade you to join him. You eagerly settled on the floor beneath his pelvis.

‘I also just thought, you know, it’s nice to be away from everyone’ you said with a yawn. His forelegs came down to pull you close and you hugged them back, settling into the warmth. ‘Away from all the uh- staring.’

‘It is… always, nice, to be with you’ Mig said gently. You felt his paw brush your cheek. ‘I am, excited, to be in a new world. With you.’

He craned his neck and peered out over at the distant sky, a world so far removed from his own. He clutched you a little tighter as he did so, a clear sign that he was still afraid, but your presence seemed to be making it easier. He closed his eyes to block out the heights and relished instead in just feeling; feeling the warmth on his fur, the warmth on his skin, and the feel of your body in his arms.

‘With you’ he repeated to himself.

Little did you both know that just below you, down in the dark and the cold where the sunlight didn’t reach, a single man stood alone in his office, and watched your every single move.

His room was bathed in shadows, his figure obscured by thick heavy rays of indigo and navy. With the jagged metal of his previous work sticking out from the floor it looked like a sunken wreckage left to fester beneath the sea.

He raised his fingers and swiped a handful of holograms aside, focusing in on a few cameras he had set up around the HQ. He zoomed in on one particular screen, pushing aside the one image he always had floating in the corner; the image of a little girl smiling at a football game.

‘Hmm.’

The video he pulled up was of you and Mig, the two of you sitting together on the roof beneath the bright light above. His red eyes narrowed.

‘Miguel!’

He closed his eyes at the sound of his name. He could hear Peter’s familiar footsteps as he hopped towards him, trying his best to avoid the debris on the floor.

‘Hey! Miguel, buddy, pal, you’ve been in here all day. I came to see if you’d uh- died in here or something.’

‘I thought you were busy entertaining our new guests’ Miguel grunted.

‘What? OH! Oh, what Mig? Nah they’re off spending some time alone, I don’t wanna intrude.’

‘You have nicknames for him?’ he seethed. Peter, again, ignored his obvious annoyance.

‘Yeah of course! They were right, it’s too difficult calling you BOTH Miguel, so, Mig it is. You should be happy, right? You get the- full title!’

‘I get the non-affectionate, non-pet name version. The standard version’ Miguel mumbled beneath his breath. At that, Peter paused.

‘Hey, buddy, are—are you, okay—’

‘You know what he did’ Miguel snapped as he spun, his face coming within inches of Peter’s. The dorky man refused to move. He met his friend with only sympathy, which only aggravated Miguel more. He spun back. ‘You know what he did, why he’s such an issue for me, but you don’t care.’

‘Mig, he—He’s a nice guy’ Peter insisted. ‘I know he made a mistake, but it was a mistake, and he—it clearly bothers him. He’s not a bad guy though, not at all. Like you. He’s kinda socially awkward but he’s… nice.’

‘You’re supposed to be my friend’ Miguel murmured over his shoulder. ‘You’re supposed to believe me.’

Peter sighed. ‘Ah, man, come on Miguel. I am your friend! I just—’

‘Just what?’

‘You… You’re, going through a lot’ Peter blurted. His voice kept getting quieter and quieter with every word. ‘I know you are, and that’s why I’m… trying. It’s not that long ago that you—I’m here for you, but I don’t know what you need. You told me that you needed space and, when I tried to talk to you about it you got—’

‘Am I not allowed to change?’ Miguel snapped, his eye glowering as he twisted his neck to see Peter. ‘I’m not allowed to need different things?!’

‘Of course you are! Of course, of course, but I… I can’t read your mind, Miguel’ Peter insisted. He was arguing as gently as he could, but it still wasn’t enough. ‘You told me to stay back, you said—with Mary, and, the baby, it was too much. So, I backed off. Now you’re upset with me for doing that, but- you never told me you needed something else, it… I don’t like seeing you on your own, but, you’re not the… easiest, person.’

Miguel scowled as he stared at his holograms. He could still see you on the screen, laughing, joking, resting on Mig’s shoulder. Everything he couldn’t have.

‘We’re not designed to be easy’ he grunted.

‘Who?’

‘Us. Me. O’Hara’s. We’re… not, designed, to be good. I have to fight, every day, to stay, good.’ Miguel turned and glared at Peter over his shoulder. The man looked back with a deep, profound sadness.

‘I’m sorry I’m so much effort’ Miguel hissed.

‘No’ Peter said softly. ‘No, you’re not… You are effort, Miguel, but you’re worth that effort. To me. And, he’s worth that effort to them. I just- I hope one day you realize that too.’

With a sigh Peter turned and vanished out of the corridor, away from the sunken darkness and into the light. Miguel turned back to his holograms without a word.

Miguel didn’t care. He couldn’t, not anymore.

He did what he had to do, even if it was abhorrent to everyone else. He did what had to be done.

Right?

He buried, deep, to the back of his subconscious, the acknowledgment of why he hated this. He buried it all. No matter what Peter said, or how many people fell for his variants sickly, predatory charm, he knew better. He knew he had to get him out of here.

He slowly looked down at a scribbled list on his desk.

Four plans. Four, simple, easy to do plans, all designed to push Mig out of his territory. All designed to make people realize what he was. Miguel pushed the list aside in disgust.

He had only a little time before you both theoretically passed the bureaucratic hurdles he’d placed in your path. It was time to execute.

… The first attempt …

The first attempt was simple: Use the existing prejudice against the two of you, and push it a little further.

It was easy enough. The HQ loved gossip, after all. You’d threatened Miguel with his own medical records, so he’d use yours without shame. As leader he obviously had to file his own paperwork regarding the sanctioning of your relationship, and he was happy to write in that he approved.

He just, also decided to write in graphic detail the nature of why it needed sanctioning. The rutting, the heat, the breeding kink, the size difference. The unprotected creampie-ing mixed with the spidery seal of web used to keep it inside.

He handed all of this into HR for filing and waiting for the gossip to spread.

He watched the word ‘spider web plug’ spread from person to person on his monitors, over and over again. He let it fester. He let it sit.

As you made your way into the canteen that day, you definitely noticed that the air felt different. You’d been here a week now with Mig at your side, so you were used to people staring, but this was different.

Everyone was staring and whispering, refusing to hide their overt voyeuristic curiosity. You found yourself clinging to Mig, as even he noticed it this time.

‘Why are they staring?’ you whispered up at him.

‘I… I’m, not sure’ he murmured.

You swallowed hard. You tried your best to be okay with the stares, the judgement, but this was awful. You felt yourself sinking.

With Mig at your side you hurried to meet with Peter, who you were supposed to be having lunch with. Thankfully you found him pretty quickly, his body slumped over a table with his phone pressed to his nose. He only noticed you when you prodded him in the foot.

‘HEY! Oh, shit, there you two are!’ Peter cried as he sat up.

‘Hey Peter’ you said. Your smile was exasperated but genuinely glad, while Mig’s was just pleased.

‘Oh you two! I gotta show you. We got the early ultrasound back! I took pictures’ he whisper-shouted with glee.

‘Uh—I mean, won’t it look like a… literal, nothing? It’s in black and white’ you noted. Peter shushed your soft rebuttal and continued to scroll for it.

‘No! No, you can see them. Lemme just—’

‘Hey.’

Peter paused as he was rudely interrupted. You all turned to see who’d spoken.

One of the younger spiders, presumably one in their early twenties, was standing behind Mig, their hand curiously raised. You could see their friends giggling a few steps back. Immediately you began to sink all over again. No, you thought, not this again, please.

‘Is it true that you plug them? Like, with that spider gunk? they asked.

Everyone fell silent, spare for the giggles in the back. You were cowering behind Mig, utterly mortified, but to your surprise it wasn’t even Mig who stepped up to defend you. It was Peter.

‘What kind of question is that?!’

Mig looked down at Peter with his mouth agape. It was clear the foolish man had been ready to deliver in the bluntest terms exactly what he did to you, but he’d been caught off guard by Peter’s bluntness.

‘No, really? What kind of question is that!’ he repeated. The younger spider looked slightly offput.

‘I was, just—’

‘No! No there is no I was just blah blah—no! My god—If someone came up and asked you about the weird shit you do in your bedroom, and I KNOW you do, because EVERYONE does, what would you say?! And how do you even know this, where did you hear it?!’

Peter was going full dad mode on the poor group, and it showed. They looked deeply uncomfortable at being called out, which was really the most perfect form of karma.

‘It—we didn’t, go looking, we just—heard it—’

‘Ohhh, oh right! Because that doesn’t sound like, you know, you ABSOLUTELY went looking for it!’ Peter scoffed. You heard a couple other spiders giggle. ‘Yanno what’s weirder than consensually dating a big spider? And—no offense guys, I love you, but you both know it’s weird—’

‘We know its weird’ you replied with a little more confidence.

‘Right! Anyway—so yanno what’s WAY weirder than that? Looking for details, WITHOUT consent, about the person dating the big spider! That’s SO much weirder, do you not see that?’ Peter exclaimed.

You could see the younger spider shuffling backward. They looked unbearably uncomfortable now.

‘Jesus, christ—we didn’t go looking for it!’ they said, unintentionally speaking far too loudly. Other people had heard it now, and as Peter had said, it sounded so much more suspicious.

At this point, in a panic, the group all fled.

‘My goodness… People are so weird about you two’ Peter said with a dramatic sigh. He slumped back into the booth, and with everyone’s eyes now averted, you joined him. ‘God, imagine trying to watch you two? What freaks’ he chuckled to himself. ‘Anyway, who wants to see the jellybean baby?!’

Up in his office, Miguel watched the entire conversation with a sullen face.

He was waiting for someone else to ask, for anyone to step in, but, they never did.

Peter’s overt talking down and casual acceptance of your relationship hadn’t tainted his reputation, it had only helped to lessen your own. Nobody wanted to question nor be cruel to the man who’d been through so much already. He was just too pathetic to be mean to, at least face to face, and now with a new baby on the way he was absolutely off limits.

And so long as he was off limits, so were you. You continued to eat with Mig in peace.

Miguel watched with disgust. God damn it.

Never mind though, he thought. That was only his first plan. He scratched it out and moved to the next.

… The second attempt …

The second attempt was a little more complicated. He was going to re-organise the support training and cause Mig to panic, thus failing you both and ensuring that you couldn’t continue within the society.

Miguel used his authority to add a new scenario on the second week of training: one in which a partner was grievously injured, and the other had to perform first aid under pressure.

He made sure that you would be the one on whom they simulated the injury. He even donated his hologram technology to re-create the wound, ensuring it was realistic.

He wanted it to be reminiscent of when Dana died. He wanted to spark that panic.

He knew it was cruel, but he didn’t know how else to remind Mig of what he was, of what he’d done. It felt like the only option he had.

On the day of training Miguel set himself up outside. He noted your glare as you and Mig entered, and he dismissed it just as quickly. He stood outside the door and watched through the windows as the seminar began.

As the spider leading went through their slides, slowly introducing the topic, he watched Mig’s face fall. He watched a million tiny micro-thoughts flash over his eyes, his soft smile turning into horror.

When the leading spider told the couples to disperse for practise, he saw Mig shaking. He saw you clutching his hands tight. He saw you arguing with the leader in hushes whispers, reading your lips to see that you were begging to do something else.

They didn’t back down. This was curriculum, they said. This was important.

You were forced to walk back and lie on the floor as Lyla prepared to simulate a stab wound on your side.

Miguel continued to watch from the shadows, ready to witness the breakdown.

But, it never came. You stepped in too quickly.

As Mig shook, as he trembled on the brink of panic, you broke character to hold his hand. You made him focus on your face. You held his spider paw and you told him over and over: it wasn’t his fault, he was safe, he was okay.

You continued to love his body without shame, without concern, even when the other couples looked over with that trademark morbid curiosity.

‘It’s okay’ you’d whispered, ‘it’s okay. I’m here. You’re doing great.’

You guided him through each step, forcing him to look at your face and not your body. You smiled even with the simulated pain. You were slow, patient, leading each and every move, and as Mig started to see the simulated wound patching his fears began to subside.

He was fixing it, and you weren’t afraid. You weren’t her.

You helped him patch the wound and lift your legs. You helped him pad the bleeding and safely remove the object. You helped him seal the wound with the cauteriser and finally call for backup to help, and all with his little spider paws in use.

It took you the longest out of all the couples to finish, but you did manage to finish within the given timeframe to not fail. Mig also wasn’t entirely unphased; despite managing to get through he was shaken, disturbed, and he had to sit in silence for a long while after.

But you sat with him. You sat at his side while he whimpered, with your hands on his fur and your head on his side, and when he was okay to move you immediately called off for the day and took him home. You went back to your nest with him to recuperate and relax in time for the next session, sure that you could complete it together.

Miguel left with his claws dug deep into his skull. He paced all the way back to his office.

One more go. One more try. He had to crack eventually.

… The third attempt…

The third attempt was pure panic. He was running out of time.

You and Mig were getting comfortable here. Eating lunch in the café where they’d built a bigger booth just for him, sitting with Peter in the rec rooms and watching stupid videos, talking about visiting his baby when it was born. It was sick.

He was acting so, normal. So, adjusted. They’d forgotten that he was a monster, so he had to remind them.

There was only one thing left to do. Miguel had to pit him against another monster for the first time. He had to psych him out.

While patrolling around the go home machine, Miguel located a single trapped anomaly at the end of the queue, one who was out of sight and out of mind; some rogue, petty little red symbiote, small and unwieldy. When he tapped on its light cage the thing sprang at his head and shrieked.

He pulled his watch up to check his cameras; sure enough, you and Mig were in the lobby.

Miguel felt himself sweating. He hated doing this, he really did. He just had to do it.

He breathed in deep, took one quick extra scan of the area, before carefully lowering the light cage around it. He let it free.

‘ANOMALY BREACH!’

He chased the symbiote through the lobby on all fours, constantly herding and scratching at its side. He wouldn’t dare let it hurt anyone else. He even dived in the way when it jumped as a passing Gwen, letting it pierce his suit until it sparked.

This wasn’t about them. He was still a good person. He just, had, to guide it.

He led it down to the lobby. He led it down to you and Mig.

‘So I’m not sure how I feel about having the door to the new den, like, ON the top, I feel like having it flatten out and then having the door on a sturdy base makes more sense?’

You were mindlessly blabbering to Mig about the extension you were both building to the nest, as you usually did, having sunk into a comfortable domesticity with him without even trying. Mig pondered that thought as you walked.

‘Mmm… My only worry would be, the flooding issue. I don’t want the entrance getting bogged down and un-usable, especially if you’re inside. If the wood is on top it would be better at keeping rain out of the bedroom.’

‘Hmm, maybe.’

It was nice to talk. It kept you distracted from the people everywhere, and the eyes constantly boring into your backs. You thought over the idea before opening your mouth once more.

‘It—’

‘LOOK OUT!’

Someone’s scream drew both of you to glance upward, only to be met by the sight of Miguel freefalling mid-battle with the red symbiote. You scrambled to get back.

‘Shit, SHIT HOW DID IT GET OUT?!’

‘ARAÑITA!’

Mig instinctively pushed you back with his legs, his body rearing upward. Miguel was leading it right towards him as the other spiders scattered and fled. Chaos fell on the usually quiet hub as their leader scrapped and clawed his way to escape.

‘Argh—get, BACK--!’

Miguel hissed and violently kicked the creature across the floor, conveniently throwing it right at Mig. You struggled to stand.

‘MIG!’

In that moment you felt the most unbearable fear. You watched the squirming creature writhe on the floor at a speed you could barely comprehend, throwing itself right at your beloved spider. You tried to reach his front but his spider leg was holding you out of harms way.

‘MIG—’

What happened next was a flash of red and black. Mig steadied, crouched and pounced in a second, easily grabbed the beast in his teeth. He used every hunting trick he had. With his forelegs he pinned and pierced the flesh, and with his teeth he subdued. He rolled with the monster, showing a disturbing amount of dexterity and speed for his size, and filled its gooey body with venom.

Just like when he’d caught the deer, his strength both terrified and awed you. It was over far too quickly.

His protective instincts were too strong. He would never let you get hurt.

The other spiders began to crowd around as Mig withdrew himself. His paralyzing venom had utterly ruined the little symbiote, and it was easy for someone else to trap it.

You noticed, as you panted and trembled, that they weren’t cowering away from Mig anymore. They seemed, surprised? Perhaps, grateful, even.

Miguel noticed the same thing. He watched his counterpart stand in surprise as a few spiders rushed forward to thank him, to comment on his speed and size. It wasn’t all of them, but, enough to be notable.

‘Holy shit how did you do that?!’

‘That was so fast!’

‘I didn’t know you could move so quickly. How much muscle is in a spider anyway?’

Bit by bit, question by question, Mig smiled. He smiled, and for once, it put them at ease.

Miguel felt his bruised and battered body slumping as he watched from the sidelines. He watched you run forward and jump into Mig’s arms, berating him for his stupid stunt. He watched the spiders view your relationship up close, seeing how Mig shyly apologized as you slapped his stomach.

He’d failed. Again.

… The fourth attempt ….

What was the fourth attempt?

Well, there was no fourth attempt, because you both passed. By the end of the month you and Mig had completed your de-escalation and support training, you’d filled out every useless bit of paperwork, and you’d been signed off by your therapist for good.

It was over. It was done. Mig was approved as a member of the society and received his own watch, and most importantly, your relationship was sanctioned.

You’d even begun to be accepted within the society. Mig would never be loved, but he could at least be ignored, and after word about his stunt with catching the symbiote had spread most spiders simply got over his presence. He didn’t have any new friends, but he was happy with you and with Peter.

Every attempt Miguel had made to kick you out had only succeeded in drawing you deeper. He’d failed.

Every day, he sank a little lower.

Every day, he grew a little angrier.

After all, you and Mig were sore winnings. For as many times as Miguel tried to bother you both, you weren’t exactly the most hospitable guests at the HQ.

You pushed his buttons too, just… in a slightly different way. In a more, private, personal way.

‘MM—fuck, careful—’

You clung tight to Mig’s fur in an attempt to bite down the lewd noises threatening to erupt from your throat.

You were hiding together in one of the larger maintenance closets in the HQ. The door was blocked with Mig’s thick webbing, keeping any curious spiders out, and you were stuck to the wall by the same webbing.

Your legs were around his hefty shoulders, and even with his body holding your weight they were shaking. Your suit had been pulled down and left at your ankles, binding them together. The air was hot, lurid. The tight little room was filled with the sound of rustling fur and subtle, wet little breaths.

In here it was just you and him, you and your Mig, and he was slathering you with his favourite kind of affection.

‘Mm…. mm, fuck—’

You looked down to admire his head as it nestled between your thighs. You watched his lips as they gently sucked at your clit. This, this was your kind of private time.

He was incredibly slow with his tongue. There was no urgency in his movements, no need to finish or leave. If he had his way, he’d never leave. He’d flick his tongue then suck, dragging the full, flat, wet muscle along every ridge and nerve he could find. The way it intelligently curled and lapped at you was unbearably.

‘Ahh- shh, fuck—so hard to be quiet—’

You could hear the wet little noises his mouth was making. The sucking, the moaning, the breathy schlop of his tongue as he licked. He was so warm. His spit was soaking you.

‘R-Right there, Mig, please—’

You sucked air in and pursed your own lips, forcing down another scream.

‘Mm… arañita…’ Mig obliged and followed your guidance. His tongue flicked at your clit then ran itself all the way down to your entrance then back up again, slippery and smooth, a sensation so sharp that you spasmed.

‘FF—MMM, MM—MHMHM—’

You slapped your hand over your mouth before you could scream out loud. Mig rustled his abdomen again; he was overjoyed to receive your silent praise. He closed his eyes and breathed in deep.

Mig had kept your panties on, merely shifting them to the side with his nose so he could get at what he craved beneath. He wouldn’t admit it, but you knew he had a fetish for smelling them. It was perhaps the one thing he was too ashamed to not blurt.

You didn’t mind; honestly, it was cute. His eyes would dilate and his very back abdomen would shake like a rattle snake whenever he smelled them.

‘Good—good boy, t-that’s it—’

You shakily stroked his head as he moaned. His hair was thick between your fingers. You pulled it, lightly, and he rustled a little more.

‘Mm—’

His paws came up to find you, his long legs extending until those fluffy pads could grope at your hips and thighs. You could see that his eyes had glazed over. The potent aphrodisiac of your soaked panties was enough to sustain him for the rest of the day, even if you didn’t touch him. That was all he needed.

You watched him sneakily lick at them, coyly tasting the wet fabric before tasting you again. He was whining pathetically.

‘Good boy’ you whispered, ‘good, good boy—mm, fuck—feels so good, such a good fucking boy—’

His whines got louder. He was licking harder, his tongue drifting down to lap at your cunt. You knew he wanted more. He wanted in.

‘Y-Yes—fuck me Mig, please—’

He pushed his tongue right up inside you, eagerly flicking it from side to side. You gushed over his lips.

‘Fuck me, please—fuck me—such a fucking good boy, my good boy—’

His paws were tapping furiously at this point. He was lightheaded with joy. He shoved his strong, sharp nose right into your panties and breathed in deep.

‘Wanna—cum for you, please—’ you whined.

With a soft grunt Mig withdrew and forced his lips back onto your clit, sucking furiously to get what he so badly craved. With your hand once again covering your mouth, you orgasmed on his face.

Your body shook, your muffled moans filling the little closet alongside his happy little purrs. He rustled with absolute ecstasy as your slick covered his tongue. When you finally slumped you were sweating.

‘Ah… thank you, thank you. I-I swear to god, your mouth is- heaven’ you panted. Mig purred as he lowered you down. Soon his chiselled cheek was on your own, nestling in close as you calmed yourself.

‘My sweet arañita’ he whispered. ‘I should be thanking you.’

‘You idiot’ you affectionately chided. ‘I didn’t do anything for you.’

‘You did more than enough’ he insisted. ‘More than enough. Any, chance to relieve myself, I am more than grateful for. I appreciate you indulging my needs.’

You leaned in close and bumped your forehead to his. As you giggled, he groaned. You took a moment just to breathe together, your lips brushing but not kissing,

‘Did I smell good?’ you whispered. He chuckled at that.

‘They smelled—divine, mi arañita.’

‘You pervert’ you teased. His eyes creased.

‘You’re so mean, arañita. I’m simply doing what’s natural.’

You raised your brows, clearly questioning such a statement, and slowly Mig’s expression changed. You caught his eyes glowering as he moved in closer to kiss your jaw. ‘You, little thing, are the one naked in the closet right now.’

A pleasurable shudder went down from your loins to your toes, one that Mig clearly felt. He grinned to himself.

‘Mig’ you whispered.

‘Mi tesoro’ he whispered back.

You pulled his head back and wrapped your lips around his. ‘Mm—mm—’

‘OUT!’

The sudden yell from outside caused you both to jump, as did the sudden rapid pounding on the locked door.

‘Shit—shit, is that him?!’ you hissed. Mig nodded.

In a silent panic Mig dropped you to the floor. You yanked on your suit while Mig rubbed his jaw and lips on the back of his hand, trying his best to cover your scent.

When you threw open the closet door you were met by Miguel, his body tensed and frozen mid-way through a second violent knock. He glared down at you with those cold red eyes.

‘What are you doing?’ Miguel snapped.

You and Mig glanced at each other.

‘Ah- well—’ You fumbled your excuse, foolishly, because you couldn’t stop giggling. You’d gotten too comfortable with your position now, and in contrast to your previous fear, you just couldn’t stop laughing at how angry he looked. ‘I um- was just, recovering’ you stammered.

Miguel’s eyes glanced you up and down. ‘Why are your legs shaking?’ he asked coldly. You blanched as he pointed one claw at your hips, highlighting the way your knees were trembling.

‘Ah… I was, well—’

‘They were training with me’ Mig said, quickly stepping in to save you. ‘Mi arañita pulled a muscle while were in the sparring room, and I didn’t want to make a spectacle of them. I came in here so they could recover in peace.’

‘Really?’ Miguel said incredulously. ‘Really? You want me to believe that?’

‘Yes’ Mig replied curtly.

‘You can see it, on the camera’s, actually’ you added. ‘If you check the cameras in the uh- sparring room, you’ll see us.’

You conveniently left out that, yes, you had been training with Mig, but you hadn’t left because you pulled a muscle, you’d left because the thrill of constantly pinning each other down had become too much to bear.

Miguel sneered down at you.

You knew he knew the truth. You knew he could smell the subtle little hints of your slick on Mig’s wet hand, that he could smell what you’d done, but he couldn’t admit that out loud when there were other spiders watching. It was too embarrassing.

You’d bested him again.

‘Fine. Be more careful in the future, I can’t have people getting stupid, pointless injuries on my base’ Miguel snapped.

‘Wouldn’t dream of it sir’ you replied with a smug salute.

He wanted to punish you. He wanted so, so badly to be in control again, but how? He had no resources. With a soft grunt Miguel turned, and he left. He left you both behind and returned to his office alone.

As he crawled up to his desk, he involuntarily kicked it, easily denting the hard metal.

They’d all failed. This slimy monster had gotten away from him again. This wolf in sheep’s clothing, this reflection of all his own internal fears and mistakes, he was free. He was happy.

How could he be happy?

‘Miguel!’

The sound of someone calling his name made him freeze. Shit, he thought, someone was here. He grunted and phased his mask on before turning, hoping that it would cover the rage on his face. ‘What?’

There was a small, rookie spider standing beneath his desk, their hands full with holograms. They awkwardly called up again. ‘We’ve got an anomaly in uh… shit, E-458’ the man called up.

Miguel physically perked up when he heard that specific series of numbers.

‘The… huh. Huh.’

He pulled up footage of said universe and filled his entire desktop with it, the bright orange glow reflecting off his face.

He knew this universe. It was a dangerous one, an apocalyptic world overtaken by sentient plants. One where the plants released a potent aphrodisiac that saturated the air, forcing anyone who went there to wear a heavy suit for protection.

‘We had another breakout, one of the guys awaiting the go-home machine escaped through a portal and is hiding out there. We’ve got suits on standby, but we need to send someone.’

‘Right. Of course’ Miguel murmured. To the smaller spider it sounded like a confident response, but it wasn’t meant for him. It was meant for Miguel. It was a soft, private little affirmation. Of course. The fourth attempt.

‘Right. Send these two, this’ll be their first mission’ Miguel barked. He tapped his watch to input the codes of the two he wanted, and then physically flicked his hand as if throwing the data at the other spider. He heard the man scoff as they appeared on his own watch.

‘Th—Sir are you sure?’

Yours and Mig’s gleeful faces peered back at him, your features lightly distorted by the holograms hexagonal structure. When Mig had been granted his new watch he’d been asked to take an official photo, and as a small act of rebellion you’d both taken your pictures together.

You were both listed as Miguel’s desired spiders to be sent on this mission.

‘They- didn’t he only just pass?’ the man asked when Miguel didn’t respond.

When Miguel spoke he kept his voice low and calm, but behind the man’s back, he was smiling. If you wanted to be horny idiots, fine. He’d play your game. He’d let you be as stupid as you wanted.

‘Oh, yes. I’m sure. They’ve proven themselves capable. Send them out.’

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So I made myself wait to watch the witchcraft smp finale till all the povs were out, which means I waited for Cleo to upload and also my college decided to allow offline/traditional classes to be back so it took me a bit longer to finally sit down and watch the povs. So here is some of my thoughts while watching the witchcraft smp finale episodes:

(Spoiler warning)

17/04

Lauren:

-Yeah Lauren you kinda did drop the whole competition just to vibe, but that's okay I still love you!

-Omg her wings look like thicc slices of bread!!And the colors of it are real pretty

-Yeah Joey!!! You were the worst best friend ever, screw you!

-Scott to the rescue!!!!

-YOOOO Joey's out first!!!!!

-CLEO NOO!!

-Hi supreme Lizzie

-Scott's the new supreme!!!

-Oh yeah they all do have her autograph in a way huh?

-Everyone reaction to finding out Cleo was an undead this whole time is really funny

-OH I KNEW THE DEMON WOULD BE BACK TOO!!!!

-Lauren just dipped lmao?!?!??

Eloise:

-The "Yep that's me, you are probably wondering how I got here." Bit to start the episode was good

-Training montage

-Damm Shellby's strong af, she really giving them a hard time

-Ohhh her artifact exploded on her because of the reset, alright that makes a bit more sense

-Oh she skipped the demon fight hmm

-Lol she became a witch content creator after the competitions?!

-Oli and Sausage got bailed out by El

-They made wcsmp's version of love or host lol

-Did she steal a award!?

-Someone get Scott I found his supreme crown

Joey:

-Oh that ice blast spell is cool(pun wasn't intended)

-Bro not the Stacy callback!!

-Cleo's time freeze ability <3

-Okay demon battle time

-Gods why was it that Joey give the "If we work together we can defeat the villian." Speech, it's not at all a thing his character would say

-Bro the demon's not even taking any damage lmao

-Scott's new to his supreme witch powers leave him alone

-Dude what home the mages won't accept you ba- oh that one right...

-I mean yeah screw those ice mages and all that but how is Joey's story gonna end now?

-You don't have any best friends le- oh yeah Tiff would be your best friend after all the demonic and botania stuff the both of you bonded over

-Where's Tiff?! Did mother earth take her back or smth?!

-No Joey she couldn't have gone through the elf portal, she has told you before that the portal works only one wa- aphgkgdj?!SURE JUST GO IN JOEY BYE WITCH!!!

18/04

Prismarina:

-Okay so at this point I'm pretty sure that there many chests in the area but not all of them have stuff in them and are there for decor

-Where did that blaze come from?!

-Lmao Cleo saying "Do we have a cool name?"

-Cleo and Scott are not giving Pris a chance to breath lol

-"I can't see it but I'll pretend I do"

-Bertha's curse got broken!!(see Bertha you didn't even have to bring back your dead sister and the demon she took down with her to break your curse you just had to wait)

-Is Bertha immortal?? Also do they not have a job outside of being the supreme witch competitions referee(???)

-Is Mertha's curse also broken now?

-Lol the demon fight crashed Pris' computer

-ARE BERTHA AND MERTHA ENGAGED NOW?!??!

-Is Pris a siren of some kind?

-Oh her dead sister is there, I'm going to assume that's her spirit coming for a visit or something

Shubble:

-Oooo we are finally meeting this "she" Shubble keeps mentioning

-My girl saw the weird dead deer skulls and said "Ew"

-*Big gasp* *choking noises* *literally dying* *it was nice knowing you*

-*In a nerd voice*Uhmm actually those look like shiny charizard wings thank you very much

-Her immediate respons to seeing Cleo was zap-teleport out of there

-Love how Tiff, Shubble and Pris are just watching Lauren and Joey "attacking" eachother

-Shubble leaving the scene when Scott shows up lol

-I love hduo, found sisters <3

-So is Tiff's first death not counted?

-"He is already dead let it go" SHELLBY?!!?!!!KAGLZHSK

-Why is it always these 2 in a fight to death

-Oh she just flew away?!!

-"Aren't you like dead though?" Shellby you need to stop!!kdhdhchbj

-Oh come on!! We are not meeting "her" aww man :(

Cupquake:

-Witch Tiff's grandma used to make nightsade berry pies. Good fact to know

-Oop the Bertha clone is back

-Oh her sneaking behind Cleo was so cool

-"Our leader!"

-"Yeah I want a piece of that. Equality!"

-The voices are back

-Oh, so she did went through the portal...huh

-This is just a random thought, but are we getting a fairies smp next? Cause I feel as though both witch!Tiff and witch!Joey 's stories are meant to continue in a way? Guess we'll have to wait and see

Cleo:

-Oh this is the longest episode, kinda nervous...

-The voices of all the Cleo's?! Excuse me?!??

-Gods, to get any of the end armor set pieces is so expensive

-Oh here is Pris making her amends, yeah I know this already I watched Pris' pov

-"I'M YOUR MAKER!" It's great to finally understand what she said at that time

-Yeah, I think "the coven" does sound cool and ominous

-Did Cleo just pledge herself to Scott? I-yo-I can't understand what their saying from everyone talking over eachother

-Damm has she not liked any part of being a time witch...

-All the skins!!

-And she's human again!

-"And they lived happily ever after." That's a poetic end to Cleo's story. Since she did introduce us to her character with "once/twice a upon a time" and had kind of a storybook structure from then on

19/04

Scott:

-He sounds so annoyed that he's only allowed to take 20 items with him lol

-I don't like how Scott said that he feels like he was going to "burst" and green particals started coming out of him...

-"Wow, you can't just say she's big!"

-"It encapsulates how weird and wonderful we are but it all still works together." Whatever you say new supreme!

-Frank and Agatha were in a 20 buck bet lol

-Agatha what other stuff is down in your secret lair??

-HES LOSING HIS POWERS TOO?!?!!

-Oh he is really going through with it!! Anything for his love ig

-HE DID IT!!!MILO IS BACK!!!!

-Oh he drowned to save Maxwell(I still don't know who that is. Their dog maybe)

-4 years?!

-Maxwell passed away a year later?!

-"Moonlight" "My little shadow" aww Milo is soo sweet, I love him already

-So he left the crown behind willingly. I mean I guess it make sense he just needed the power of the supreme witch to finally bring Milo back and since he lost all his powers he's not fit to have it anymore...

-Wait does this make Eloise the new supreme or do we need a new competition to be held pronto?!(in my opinion Shellby should be the new supreme cause she came in second place)

Bertha:

-So the supreme cursed Bertha and Mertha because she looked into the future and saw terrible things were to happen if anyone else were to become the supreme witch? Yeah that's fair ig :/

-Oh wow that was a quick forgivness lol

-Mertha did get the worst of it

-Her nap got interrupted that's so rude

-Time for the supreme games to begin!! But were skipping that probably cause I already watched it 8 times before this

-Oh quick run down of the events?! Sure...

-Oi!! That's so mean to Lauren she did her best!!

-That was an accident though!

-Oh when Joey asked to break the crown to have all of the being the supreme witch Bertha said "Me too?" Hehe

-Where is Mertha?!

-All "-ertha named" mobs lol

-I'm getting nervous, where is Mertha?!

-Why was she on top of a ice mountain?!

-Mertha's uncursed!!

-"666 hours later" sihdudynxtwhAT!?!

-WHY IS EVERYONE GOING THROUGH THAT DAMM PORTAL!??!!?

-Also why were you 2 spying on Joey and how did he not see the 2 of them, they're not hiding all that well

-They have a witch police?!

-Oh Mertha looks so sad waiting for Bertha...

-"Bertha will return" well yeah I sure hope she does!

And just like that it's over...how do I feel about it? Well...I think the smp had a strong start and a strong middle the ending though...is fine I guess...just wasn't my cup of tea, but I still liked the smp

#witchcraft smp #witchcraft smp spoilers #wcsmp #wcsmp spoilers #zombiecleo #scott smajor #laurenzside #joey graceffa #shubbleyt #ihascupquake #prismarinaplays #soupforeloise #bertha #wcsmp bertha #my opinions about all the characters endings will probably change over time but this is how I feel right now #long post

[pambambidam]

𝕲𝖆𝖇𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖚 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖙

Synopsis: You are yui's little sister and even though you love your big sister very much along with your father (for some reason) you can't get past your attraction for your sisters new very husband and he seems to feel the same...

Authors Note: Just an FYI this is obviously imagination. Gabimaru would never in a million years betray Yui and I am willing to die on that hill. Also I am appalled by how few Gabimaru smuts there are (Y'all are like... obsessed with Chobei) (Also there is literally one Gabimaru smut as far as I've seen. And it was a good one) Anyways enough with the commentary and on with being a weirdo. Please Enjoy (You have a matching scar to yui's and cover your scar with your hair)(Gabimaru is 18) I am hilarious

Warnings: Smut, 18+, jealousy, cheating, Penetration, This sucks, Fem!reader, I dunno

All of your life all you've ever cared for was your big sister...and then he came. People called him hollow but you didn't see him that way. Though he never showed his soft side to you, you knew it existed through little things. You started to feel things for him. Things you never thought you'd feel for anyone. Or anything. But you did and you never told him assuming he would not feel the same way. He was called 'Gabimaru the hollow' for a reason after all. You thought it didn't matter because you would have forever to tell him. And then the announcement came. Your father announced he was arranging a marriage with Gabimaru and your big sister, Yui.

In that moment you felt your whole world crashing down around you. Though you acted happy on the outside on the inside you were breaking. Though you knew how to hide it. In the middle of the dinner to celebrate the announcement you excused yourself went outside and just...screamed and cried loudly. You were glad the walls were so hard to hear through so your family could not hear you but you were devastated nonetheless. You were Yui's bridesmaid at the wedding and being so close to the new...happily married couple made you feel horrible. Even though you knew it was arranged they looked...so happy. But if your bus sister is happy you are too. At least that's what you convinced yourself all throughout your childhood. Your big sister was more favoured than you so you always had to keep your composure and at some point you just committed all your energy to your big sister....like everyone else did.

She always got what you craved and you just sucked it up and believed it was for the best but now...you don't think you can do that anymore. Every night when you would hear them performing their 'marital duties' you would slowly cry alone in bed and feel pathetic. Are you seriously jealous of your older sister? She's your older sister. How could you not want the best for her? Were you really that selfish? Those were the thoughts that ran through your mind as your jealousy grew of their marriage. You were all living in the same house so it was impossible to avoid them. Especially him. Every time you would go into the kitchen after he and Yui were intimate with no shirt drinking a glass of water you can't help but press your thighs together and touch yourself to the image.

You felt sad afterwards maybe even guilty but in the moment you feel nothing but bliss as you reach your high to your fingers and just the image of him. The thought of him touching your body.

You noticed Yui stopped wearing her hair covering her scar which is the one thing that you felt made you feel connected to her. You told yourself you felt happy for her but really you just felt.... forgotten. And this time you couldn't trick yourself Into believing it. All your life you've been doing it but this one time is the only time that it isn't possible. You've lost your connection with the love of your life and with your big sister. The two people you have dedicated your life to. Now what were you. You only knew how to live...for someone else. You and Gabimaru were washing dishes together and you started talking about the scar "I saw you got Yui to start uncovering her scar. That's really cool of you" You say as you don't look up from your dishes. He responds with his normal tone "Oh, yea. She said it wasn't a big deal" Not a big deal? NOT A BIG DEAL???

Sure it was a sign of hurt but she always said those scars connected you guys as sisters and suddenly it's 'Not a big deal'. You were screaming on the inside while the only indication that you were angry on the outside was you squeezing the sponge so hard it looked like it may just break. "Oh, she did, did she? How nice? I'm just...glad she's more comfortable with it" You said hiding your anger "Yea, scars just show your resilience and ability to suffer through hardships" He slowly looks at you "Do you also want to stop hiding your scar?" You were so angry you almost didn't hear him and then you were just... surprised "Wha- Oh..no...no, not really. I already know my sister is braver than me I- I'm just not as confident as her"

He looked his normal stoic self but you could tell he was curious "Not as brave?" "Yeah, she is more beautiful and she is braver than me. I already know that so I'm not gonna try to compete with her" "You really shouldn't put yourself down like that y'know. You are a very beautiful girl" you blushed at that and it's like the whole world went silent. It was just a few words but coming from the man you loved for so much time it was definitely an ego booster "You should be proud of your scar. It shows you are strong" "Well, I never thought of it like that but if you say so"

You and Gabimaru started hanging out more often and while you knew it was wrong. That it was just adding fuel to the fire. You loved him so much you didn't care. And little did you know... Gabimaru started to feel the same

You were getting a drink of water in the kitchen after having a rather...inappropriate dream and since you didn't think anyone would be awake you didn't bother to put on 'appropriate' clothes. What you didn't know was that Gabimaru was awake thinking about you. He knew it was wrong, he knew he was married but his mind obviously didn't care. He thought he could go out for a walk to clear his mind but before you get to the door outside you have to pass that kitchen. Then he saw you standing there glistening, beautiful, gulping down water like it was tao (if you get it you do if you don't you don't) and literally wearing just a shirt and underwear. He could feel something in him rise at the sight. He knew he should have left at that moment but there was a little voice telling him to go over to you. That little voice won

"Wow, you seem really dehydrated" He said as he walked to you. It surprised you and you almost choked on your water "Oh, yea I just woke up in the middle of the night and needed something to drink so" Technically you weren't lying. You just skipped over the part where you had a dream about Gabimaru fucking you into oblivion "I feel that. I couldn't sleep so I was gonna go out for a walk and then I saw you" he opened the fridge and got some milk. You guys stood there in awkward silence when you finally spoke up "Id offer to go with you but as you can see I'm not really dressed for public places. I didn't think anyone would be awake" "It's fine. I'd think the same thing if it was...1:48 AM"

You both stood in awkward silence for about 3 minutes before you broke it "So what are you doing awake. Shouldn't you be making sure Yui ain't cold or something?" Well he wasn't going to tell you he was awake thinking about you. Obviously. "I was just awake thinking...you know how it is. What about you" You let it slip before you could think "I had an inappropriate dream and woke up really hot" You slapped your hands to your mouth as you scolded yourself for being dumb. Gabimaru stared in shock and you tried to clear up things "Sorry I...that was an accident what I meant was..um..I-" He interrupted your obvious and very bad lie "It's fine. I get it. We've all been there...I think... probably...maybe" awkward silence...again

"Who- who was it about?" Gabimaru broke the silence "Who what when now?" You said surprised by his questions "Um..who was the dream about?" You couldn't tell him! Especially not him! Because he's... y'know! Him! "Um..what..what are dreams about really. Maybe they are an escape from a VR that we live in and-" "Are you gonna answer?" You had the best idea of what to tell him "...I plead the fifth" Nope, nevermind. Still stupid. "Wow, you are funny. But seriously" "You" "What?" Gabimaru took a double take "The dream was about you. I had an inappropriate dream about my sister's husband....that sounds even weirder coming out but y'know. Honestly is caring or something like that. Or not"

Gabimaru froze in shock before you finally spoke up "Since I told you, you have to tell me...why you were awake. That is" "Well I was thinking about a lot of things like....hair...cuts?" "Hey! I answered you honestly and straight up so I expect the same" but no one asked you to be that straight up though "Fine. I was thinking about you. And how pretty you are. And how much prettier you would look on your knees with my d-" "WHOA WHOA NOW! none of that. This is a... household" After about five more minutes of awkward silence you spoke up

"This is awkward" "Yeah" "I know what would make it less awkward" No you don't "We should act out these fantasy's so we no longer have a need to...fantasize...about these things" You dumb bi- "I don't know if...fine sure. Let's do it" Fireworks were exploding in your stomach...and maybe your head....at his acceptance of your proposition. You both went your room quietly so as to not wake your sister. Once you too were finally in the room Gabimaru pushed you on the bed and started taking you clothes off roughly and immediately "Whoa! Don't you think this is a bit fast!?" You said in a whisper yell "You said we act out our fantasy. And my fantasy is to fuck you into another dimension" Wow....that was hot. "Okay just make sure to be caref- OH SEVEN RINGS OF FUCK!" He managed to get all your clothes off and stuffed three of his fingers in your already very wet cunt and started ramming his fingers in and out. He loved your surprised moans and whines it made more blood rush to his dick and made him harder....if that was possible "You like that?" His question was answered with whines and moans "I'll take that as a yes"

He takes his fingers out when he thinks your ready to which you whine from the lack of something inside of you. "Don't worry. Something bigger and better will replace it in a minute pretty" "Hurry upppp" You whine "Don't be such a brat" He finally takes his pants off. He was bigger than you expected. You didn't know how that was going to fit but when there's a will there's a way and you were will-ing to let him try and put that thing inside you. He put his tip to your entrance "Ready" "If I say no will you stop?" "Yes" "Then yes, I'm ready" He started to push it in slowly while you whimpered from the pain "Shhh baby. It'll feel good soon" He finally manages to push it all in and pauses to let you adjust "Just tell me when" You wait a little while before finally telling him to start moving. "Mmh~" You moaned as he started moving. It was a little painful but pain is a heart feeling sometimes. "Fuck~ It's so warm and gummy~" He moaned out as he started going faster "I could get addicted to this pussy" "Ngh~ please dOnT?" He sped up. Interrupting you. Again. "Oh fuck~" You moaned as your eyes started rolling back and drool fell in your pillow from your tounge hanging out. "Your face is so erotic. You look like a slut" He laughed as he started to go faster "Close! Close I'm close!" He put his hand on your stomach "Let go whenever your ready baby" At that moment your head rolled fully back into your head and you let out the loudest moan ever as you came. All from him calling you baby....weirdo. "Whoa! That was quick. You must really like me cutie because your still contracting around my cock. Not that I'm complaining" He starts to go at a superhuman pace just ramming his monster dick into you sensitive cunt. "Oh fuck! I'm close!" He went even faster....if that was possible. "I'm gonna cum!" "Wait!" Too late. He came inside you. Have fun with that plan b pill. He took it out and pooped down next to you. "Fuck....that was amazing" "What. The. Fuck" You both looked to the door and you awkwardly said "hiii Yui..."

#fem!reader #Gabimaru Smut #hells paradise smut #anime smut #18+ content #this sux #gabimaru

[layla-carstairs]

(this got way too long i'm sorry lol) don't even get me started on the timeline there's so much that doesn't make sense!! i've tried to map it out because i am insane but i am definitely putting more thought into this than cc herself. like, in the days past 1900 chapter cordelia mentions that she's 13, when it's literally impossible for her to be 13 that year ????

and lowkey i am just very excited to see someone else mention the mess that it is the timeline because i've been thinking about when alastair and thomas must have gone on their travel year (and also during that travel year when thomas must have gone to paris because they wouldn't just give him a holiday immediately right, like it must have been december 1902 they met, yes i am overthinking this) for years lol

my best guess is that charles arranged to marry ariadne in early 1901 but it wasn't officially announced?? it was just an arrangement/promise and then he went to paris and met alastair later that year (though i think they'd already met yikes) and they dated sometime in 1901 (where alastair would have been 16-17 /yikes/), for any of this to work i think we just have to accept that shadowhunters can go on their year abroad before they turn 18, or maybe alastair wanted to get out of the house :( and then maybe charles told alastair of the engagement a little bit into their relationship?? don't even get me started on thomas' travel year, we know it lasted 9 months, was from 1902 to 1903 and he had come back fairly recently in august (and tbh i'm gonna stretch that definition of recent and just say the thieves are all being dramatic when they're still toasting him coming back at the beginning of chog). but he also took two weeks holiday in 1902 and saw alastair (who i have to assume was secretly visiting charles since if he was still on his travel year, he could have just said that instead of being cryptic and hilarious lol) anyways in conclusion the timeline is a mess

i thought cordelia's birthday must be really late in the year but i did not realise this means it would be impossible for her to have her parabatai ceremony lol, okay i can't work out that one unless everyone's straight up lying or don't know their own birthdays

anyways i clearly think about this way too much, sorry for rambling in your inbox, you did not ask for this lmao i have just had many thoughts about timelines from like two years ago that all bubbled up to the surface when i saw your post

okay I am finally answering this, I am so so sorry about the wait </3

honestly when it comes to timelines, I think cc just kinda says things vaguely enough that it makes sense as long as you don't think about it too hard lmao. Also I did not know Cordelia said she was 13 in 1900... In order for that to be possible she'd have to be born in either 1886 or 1887. I wonder if cc just forgot she had said Cordelia was born in 1885? that seems like the only viable option here 😭

Paris 1902 is so bad because a lot of the things that contradict it are in the same book 💀 like with other stuff at the very least you can give cc the benefit of the doubt that she forgot between writing short stories and whatnot. but the same book!! insanity!!

I don't think there's any way to twist it in order for it to make sense? like something has to be wrong. best I've got is Thomas turned 18 in Jan, went on travel year for roughly 8 months meaning he gets back to London right before the start of ChoG in August. He met Alastair in Paris in like, March or April 1903 when he was finishing up his travel year and Alastair was being cryptic just because. Charles and Alastair met in Sept. 1902 when Alastair went on his travel year to Paris; Charles and Ari are already engaged by this point (technically) and every other conflicting detail gets throw out the nearest window lmao. for me at least, shadowhunters going on their travel year before turning 18 defeats the purpose, which is to go on patrol and fight demons in a different country. and if they were able to at 17, I think there's several characters who would be currently on their travel year, like James and Matthew, and who obviously aren't.

The parabatai ceremony thing is annoying because cc actual reconned it :) in the codex it says you have be in childhood to become parabatai, and this is supported by Jem in clockwork prince. however, in tfsa, Simon is still able to become parabatai with Clary despite already turning 18, so now shadowhunters are considered children up until 19 but this only applies to the parabatai ceremony because in every other aspect of life they become adults at 18. this makes sense (not). personally i am of the option that Cordelia turning 18 and being unable to become parabatai with Lucie would have been more interesting, and added some stakes that chot desperately needed. plus it would be funny if they still became parabatai in the end because Will and Jem pulled some strings (the benefits of nepotism 😌)

the timeline of tlh is one of my great enemies at this point and I've held my tongue about it for far too long, so don't feel bad about rambling! (even if it takes me 3 months to reply 🫣)

#cordelia and thomas having the most inconsistent ages in canon is so funny to me #bc the only explanation i can come up with is that cc forgot 1885 was a year people could be born in lmao #i spent the entire wait for chot assuming cordelia and lucie were never becoming parabatai bc cordelia turned 18 #you can imagine how i felt when she simply did not turn 18.... #I have so many thoughts about this and I love putting wayyyy to much thought into things #so thank you for the ask! I feel really bad about the delay in answering it :( #perpetualbrainrot #bella talks #chain of thorns #chain of iron #chain of gold #the last hours #cordelia carstairs #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #charles fairchild #lucie herondale

[lowkeyclueless5137]

The reincarnation shenanigans!

Aka the Au which was inspired by this post, but make it Floyd x Riddle :3

Now, knowing that in the previous au with gods(the godly roommate).... Well one of them was actually planned to hit the bucket... I need smth worse -3-

Now sum important trigger warnings: we have a lot of murder in here so if it isn't your cup of tea, sorry :'3

Heck yeah! Let's get into it! :3

We will split this whole thing into 3 parts: contemporary adventure, the post return of the said diety and the past that led up to everything. This way it will be easier to see the tone shift in everything and why certain things played that way. :3

Now, as a starter base: Imagine twst(without NRC and the great 7 shit), but gods were heavily worshipped. Like it wasn't unusual for a lot of churches to hold holy ceremonies, in search for divine blessings. Unfortunately, very few cases were given an answer.

Now you had Riddle, whom his mother discovered early on that he was special. He was an obedient child and he did everything he could to please his mother, yet never did he get that approval from her.

Because he had a mark on his arm. If people were to see it, they would assume this child had a tattoo. Riddle himself didn't understand the circumstances that the mark put him in. He thought it was pretty, but his mother didn't think that way, hence there were various attempts at trying to 'erase' it.

Attempts, which fortunately caught the eyes of the Clover parents. At that time, little Riddle was Sneaking out to play with the kids in the neighborhood. Trey, Che'nya and Floyd, the 4 of them usually being supervised by an adult a bit further. One day, the Clover parents saw Riddle's injured arm and immediately demanded to give the boy proper care, to which he denied, because his mother told him that he should erase the mark on his arm.

Yes, people, we get a trial and Riddle is taken into custody by the Clovers, who are ACTUALLY capable of raising a healthy child. There were months of doctor visits and bandages, along with a long awkward time for everyone, but gradually, things were better. Trey was more than happy that he had Riddle as a little brother. And Riddle was also happy with having a bigger and smaller siblings.

Now fast forward to the time both Riddle and Trey are teens. Trey was preparing for his 18th birthday, which ofc it was a big thing in the family. Everyone was all happy about it.

You also have Che'nya and Floyd, who were also happy for their friend turning 18. Che'nya already was 18 and at first he was very excited about the fact that he was considered an adult. So Trey pretty much got hyped by everyone around to plan a party and enjoy his sweet 18.

There's also a romantic development in between Riddle and Floyd, but the 2 keep beating around the bush, which is frustrating af. Che'nya has tried, multiple times, to set the 2 up and Trey, always, gave to his catboi buddy a pat and consolation pastries post failed attempt. :'3

Unfortunately, Trey doesn't catch that party.

Because some more dedicated cultists came one day and straight up made a genocide in the bakery. Trey and Riddle tried their utter best to protect their little siblings, armed with cooking tools.

That's when Riddle discovers that his mark wasn't just a wierd thing on his arm. It allowed the redhead to summon a sword and already he somehow knew how to use it, which gave them a small advantage.

They get saved by Jade, who presents himself as the God of prophecies and rumors. He proves his godhood by literally knocking out the enemies with a finger snap. :3

Jade himself admits that he was in a hurry, since it seems that the 'God slayer' found its wielder after thousands of years of being dormant. He says that Riddle, as a wielder, has a responsibility: prevent judgement day from coming upon humans.

Trey, as the oldest of the Clovers that was well... Alive... Says that it's absolutely bullshit. Jade only adds that since humans commited a grave sin many centuries ago,they were damned since start by the judgement day. This got lost in translation and as such, humans believed that if they allow the God of passion and emotion to be brought back to the living, they would be blessed and as such survive judgement day.

To prove his 'good nature' Jade offers to Riddle a deal: Fulfill his role and during this time, Jade will protect Trey and the little 2 Clovers from anymore dangers. He adds that since the cult traced the whereabouts of the sword, it would be inevitable for them to try and now use Riddle's other siblings as a bargain token.

Despite Trey's insistences to not do such thing, Riddle accepts the deal. His reasoning was that he felt guilty for everything. The Clover parents raised him right and gave him a loving place to call home. To be able to avenge their unfair deaths would be the best Riddle could do. And he wants to do that, to protect the rest of his family.

But first is the funeral. Since it took place post Trey's 18th birthday, at least he was eligible to take in the bakery and his younger siblings. Despite the begging from both family and friends, Riddle still packed up a small bag and off he was to fulfill his mission.

What he didn't expect tho, was for Floyd to insist to go with him. He and Che'nya made a plan of helping when they heard about the whole ordeal. Floyd was strong and much more capable of fighting than Che'nya was, so he will go with Riddle, while the latter will help Trey out at the bakery. Jade seemed to not mind this, rather he encouraged it.

Once the 2 were gone, Trey brings up to Che'nya that Jade looks awfully a lot like Floyd. The diety in question reasons that he can take many forms, as such he presented in something almost familiar, something that would prevent unwanted fear from mortals.

Meanwhile, we have Floyd and Riddle on their little adventure. :D

The thing was that Floyd was more of a guide. His parents took him on a lot of trips, as such he knew a lot of places around and overall was a great asset in orientation. Floyd was capable of a lot of things Riddle didn't expect the latter to know, then again, according to everyone else, Floyd came from a wealthy family, just how Riddle initially did. Surely he could learn anything if he wanted.

As such, things led up to discovering that the cultists were on the hunt for Riddle because they needed him in order to awaken their leader diety. The redhead didn't know what they needed of him, nonetheless he was sure that this won't happen, for during all this adventure, he trained in combat much more.

The finale would be finding the cultists's headquarters along the ceremony room. Being at the end, on an empty hall, Riddle was very on edge. He asked of Floyd to stay here, behind the big doors, as this was only in between him and this messed up people. Floyd wanted to protest against it, but Riddle told him that he wishes that because he loves him and doesn't want to risk losing smeoone he loves again. In the end, the taller complies, before making Riddle promise that he will be alright in there, promise which gets sealed with a kiss.

The whole ceremony room was big, but also empty. Riddle was very much preparing for an ambush.

Except he gets startled by the doors closing with a loud bang and Floyd standing in front of them, with a very apologetic look. The latter wanted to go to him and nag him for breaking their promise.

Except that this moment of weakness is enough for someone else to attack from behind and stab Riddle. The redhead wasn't feeling pain from the wound, but rather from the realisation that came once the cult members were cheering and didn't attack Floyd, the latter only walking towards Riddle. Smearing his fingers with the redhead's blood and then putting in his mouth the said blood, Riddle could only hear the cult members cheering, saying that finally the God of passion was back and thus they were spared from judgement day.

Floyd was the said God of Passion. And Riddle failed to prevent him from returning to his real nature.

So he accepted his fate, succumbing to his wounds once he heard the other humans in the room wanting to kill him and finish off this whole thing. Except that Floyd has none of it and takes Riddle in his arms, using his powers to heal the redhead after he used the same powers to get rid of the cult members, leaving only their leader alive, saying that it will come handy later.

When Riddle wakes up, he immediately puts distance in between him and Floyd once everything sinks in. He accuses the latter of betrayal, to which Floyd admits that since start, Riddle was set up for failure. Riddle tho, does inquire to know why did he keep him alive, if now most likely Floyd would cause a new regime altogether.

The latter says that he didn't want that, that he only wanted back to his godhood. Jade was his brother and the latter always blessed Floyd with his past memories. Every time Floyd would get reincarnated, his memories from past lives will always haunt him. Jade gve out the prophecy of judgement day. What Jade didn't share with the humans were 2 things: 1. His prophecies were always coming true.

And 2. Riddle was the one who brings judgement day, not Floyd or any other diety.

The redhead still refuses to believe or even get close to the latter. And Floyd indulges in this, saying that he wants to see Jade and talk with him. He told Riddle that Jade held up his end of the bargain, so he expects for Riddle to hold up his.

Before Floyd could actually leave, Riddle grabs his arm and asks to know one thing: if Floyd tampered with his emotions. He was the God of passion and emotion after all. Riddle wanted to know if his feelings were a lie too or not.

Floyd admits that he knows why Riddle would ask this, but he denies ever tampering with his feelings. He can only tamper with the mortals directly, a thing which Riddle was at the moment, but wasn't supposed to be. So even if he did tamper with his emotions, it will wear off the second Riddle accepts his godhood back.

The redhead finally indulges in it and asks what he should do to find the whole truth. He doesn't want to be bamboozled and used anymore because he doesn't know information.

And Floyd gladly presents him with the solution: kill the cult leader. Kill the one who lead this whole thing. Avenge his adoptive parents and finally settle in this injustice. He even summons in the said person, all immobilised and just begging at this point to end their suffering.

And Riddle, overcomed by rage, cuts off the head of the leader, assuring an instant death. With this, it assures that Riddle filled his purpose and slowly, his old self was coming back along the memories of his previous lives.

His first life, the one which started all, was during the age of gods, an era where divine help was more often practiced, as gods were comfortable roaming around the humans.

Amongst those, there was the god of justice, who persecuted any abuse of power amongst deities. He was one of the more worshipped gods, known for his chase after the god of passion, who often stirred conflicts in between humans. Many assumed the 2 hated each other, hence the endless chase.

But when the humans saw their opportunity and attempted to kill the said passion god, the latter was devastated and called upon him as his one and only lover, who now was on the deathbed because of punny humans bamboozling them.

As such, the god of justice used his blade, the famous 'god slayer', to pierce both of their hearts and thus kill both of them in each other's arms. The sword was crafted by Floyd initially, as a courting gift and Riddle used it to execute justice among the deities, yet that wasn't known by hoomans. With this, the god of justice plants a curse: they will get reincarnated again and if the humans drive both of them to the same situation as now, a calamity will hit humanity, as punishment. The cycle will repeat endlessly and to make matters worse, any other diety that will die will also be subjected to the very same curse. Repeat this endless cycle and bring the judgement day again and again until the humans learn their lesson.

And he had many lives: some were better, some were worse, but all ended up with him and Floyd in each other's arms as the sword was plunged through both of them.

But now, the cycle was broken. Both were back to their original forms and Floyd has never been happier.

Riddle tho, wasn't as happy as the latter. He insisted to tell Trey nothing about this. He feared the resentment the other may have. Floyd said that he could easily change that outcome, but Riddle didn't want that. He wanted Trey's true emotions, as such he wanted to still charade as a human until his mortal life would've dictated his end. After that, he will gladly go away with Floyd and enjoy his immortality. The latter wasn't that pleased, but he had to indulge if he wanted forgiveness for his 'betrayal'.

Damn does Trey feel so fucking relieved to see Riddle back. Jade told him everything that went on, to which Riddle's initial plan of lying was off the window. He still insists that he only wants a normal life for as long as this family lives. Trey is just happy his younger brother was back and alright. They will figure things out in the end.

Che'nya is also alright. Although he initially wasn't included in the bargain, Jade felt as if he will have to answer if the cat Boi was hurt in any way, shape or form. Ya know things were good when Che'nya was cheering for his ship finally sailing. Man has waited years for that, even if it came with the price of a cult's lives. :'D

But we have a happy ending at least. :3

#twisted wonderland #riddle x floyd #floyd x riddle #The god reincarnation au is pretty angsty if you think about it. #Endless scenarios ending in tragedy until the one where it actually breaks the cycle. #But it's also fun :v #I like angst apparently... But with comfort afterwards pls :3

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 100

Who here likes big beefy gals?  Because the Tournament of Power is servin’ ‘em up!

Cripes, the ToP stage is enormous!  I guess I never understood just how big it’s supposed to be, but that’s the big column in the center of it, and I always thought it was maybe twenty feet across, tops.  But no, it’s probably more like a hundred feet, at least.  Every time they show wide shots of this thing, you can’t see any people on it, and I always assumed they just couldn’t be bothered to animate little figures on the platform, but apparently it’s just because the fighters would be too small to see from that far away. 

Anyway, Krillin got eliminated last episode, so in this episode his teammates react to the loss by griping about him.  Never mind that he saved 18′s bacon and eliminated two opponents.  18 complains about him too, but we all know she’s not serious about it.  That’s just some sort of kinky thing they do.

Vegeta is still fighting “Botamogetta”, and he’s just as irritated about it as I am.

Not far away, Cabba takes out two guys, knocking them on opposite directions, yet somehow eliminating them both.  You would think one of them would have been sent towards the middle of the stage, but considering how big this thing is, maybe it’s not so hard to swallow that they’re fighting close enough to the edge that Cabba has his back to the center and he can push both fighters over.  Murisam is the red kickboxer guy on the left and Nigrissi is the blue guy on the right

Meanwhile, Hit finishes off that stupid robot dude U3 pinned all their hopes and dreams on.  His limbs are useless, but he still has some sort of cannon in his chest, but Hit uses his time skip thing to knock him out of bounds before he can fire. Narirama is out. 

But not everyone from Universe 6 is doing so well, as Kale gets double-teamed by Napapa, the pig-man sumo dude, and Methiop, who looks like some sort of Star Wars alien.  They just toy with Kale and use her as a punching bag, which seems like a really stupid way to play this tournament.  I mean, there’s a time limit, and about fifty opponents to worry about, and if you lose your universe gets erased.  If Kale isn’t a threat, then they should just toss her out and move on. 

By the time they do toss her out, Caulifla jumps in to make the save.  It’s sort of like how Krillin saved 18, except the angle of Caulifla’s motion really strains the credibility of the whole no-flying rule.  She would have had to get ready to jump before they threw her, in which case you’d think she would have just fired a ki blast at them instead. 

So Caulifla goes Super Saiyan and brings the pain.  See, I told you this guy looked like a Star Wars alien.  Could this be Glup Shitto?  Well, no, his name’s Methiop, but there are whispers in Jabba’s Palace that Glup Shitto uses many aliases.  On Nar Shadda, he operates under the name “Nip Tittle”. 

Napapa tries to sumo his way out of this mess, but before he can push Caulifla out of the ring, she brings him to a stop and suplexes his ass!  Cool!  Napapa doesn’t fall out, but he probably wishes he had, since his head smashes straight into this ultra-dense material so hard that it breaks apart underneath him. 

Caulifla is confused, because Kale’s Super Saiyan form is incredible, but it’s like she doesn’t even know how to use it.  She gives Kale a pep talk, and then suggests they try taking out that old guy over there. 

Wait, who the hell is this guy?  I swear, they made up so many goofy characters for this tournament that I can’t keep track of it all, and I’m literally writing all this down!  Okay... according to the Dragon Ball Wiki, this is “Son Goku”, and he’s with Universe 7.  He’s a Saiyan too, because that’s what passes for originality in this show.   Sheesh, what’s next?

Caulifla wants Goku to show her how to do that Super Saiyan Blue thing he used to defeat Universe 9 earlier, but Goku doesn’t think she’s prepared for that level.  That offends Caulifla, who tries to power up and show Goku what she can really do, but she ends up getting so dummy thicc that she loses all her speed.

So Goku shows her Super Saiyan 2 to point her in the right direction.  This episode doesn’t quite get the hair right, but this shot looks good to me, so that’s all I need.  Mmm-hmm.  Super Saiyan 2 Goku.  Nice.

So Caulifla tries to match the form and pulls it off.  I like this better than her SSJ1 hair, so this is great. 

I really, really, really like the bonding going on with Goku and Caulifla in this arc.  The whole Cabba/Vegeta relationship really doesn’t do anything for me, what with Vegeta being all snooty and Cabba calling him “Master” like the dog from “Up”.  But this, this works.  Goku’s this middle-aged dork and this young dork shows up and goes “hey, show me how to dork!” and he shows her and they start being dorks together.  He’s supposed to eliminate her from the tournament but he doesn’t even care because he enjoys the time he’s spending with her. 

Look at these lovable goofs.

Well, Kale’s looking, but she doesn’t like what she sees.  She tries to shoot a ki blast to support Caulifla, but it just looks awkward and clingy.  They’re trying to have a cool Super Saiyan 2 fight here.  Kale’s just in the way, but she’s always been there to help Caulifla, because she’s her “one and only”, which is totally a thing straight women say about their straight women friends.  But now Caulifla doesn’t seem to even notice Kale anymore.  She’s too busy with her new pal, as they admire each other’s cool SSJ2 hair, and that’s the last straw...

BWAAAAAHHHH! 

“Hey, that’s really neat how you powered up like that!  How’d you make your hair gree--?”

“OH SHIT SHE’S KICKING MY ASS!”

Okay, so we all know what’s going on here.  They came up with Kale as a way to tap into the popularity of Broly.  Specifically, the 1993 version of Broly, since the “Dragon Ball Super: Broly” movie was still a couple of years away. 

The problem is that Z-Broly was never canon, so in the continuity of this episode, Goku and Vegeta never met Broly or even heard of the guy, so there’s no one around to say “Hey, this Kale lady is a lot like that Broly guy we fought once!”  The closest they can come to acknowledging the reference is to have Vegeta speculate that Kale’s brutish form might be the “legendary Super Saiyan form our ancestors spoke of.”

“And that’s how you make my special secret sauce.  If you tell anyone the recipe, I’ll kill you where you stand.  Got it?”

“Hmmph!  Fine!  I wasn’t paying attention anyway.”

“Can I have another cookie?”

“For the last time, yes!  Now, what else was I gonna tell you two?  Oh, right, I can get all jacked up and turn kind of lime green.  It’s not much good in a fight, but it’s kind of fun to do.  My wife loves it, so you know, if you’re looking to spice things up in the bedroom...”

“Oh yeah, I remember now.  Those cookies were awesome!  I wonder if-- OH NO!”

“I’m sorry, Chi-Chi.  We’ll have to find some other way to make your bedroom spicy, because I’ve got to take this big lady down before she blows up the whole universe--!”

“--MM SHMT SHM KMCKMNG MM MPPH!”

Eventually Kale loses control to the point where she forgot she was mad at Goku and starts blasting everyone everywhere.  This episode fucking rules.

Everyone else in the tournament takes a face full of green ki blasts, including Methiop, who kind of instigated this whole mess.   Have fun riding the pine, idiot!

This dinosaur man from the Pride Troopers tries to capture Kale with his Wonder Woman lasso. 

It doesn’t work, which is why he makes this face.

Vewon from Universe 11 is eliminated.

Caulifla seems to enjoy all this mayhem, until Hit reminds her that if Kale kills anyone during this rampage, she’ll be disqualified.  So Caulifla calls out to Kale, asking her to “tone it down.”  Nice try.

Kale busts through some rubble towards Caulifla, and I’m not sure if Kale was attacking Caulifla or someone else.  But before we can find out, Jiren steps in and...

... stops Kale.  There’s not much more to say.  He fires one shot at her and while Kale doesn’t fall out of the ring....

... She does seem to have all the fight knocked out of her.  So the crisis is abated, for now at least.

Maybe Jiren might have followed up by eliminating Kale properly, but before he can consider this, Goku steps up to him like “Ooh, ooh!  Do me next!”

Tumblr keeps putting this video at the bottom, so I guess I’ll just bow to fate.  Here’s KISS to play us out with “Domino”.

#dragon ball #dragon ball super #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #tournament of power #reference #grannys secret sauce

[xsteveharringtonsmistress86x]

HBCU!Steve Harrington Headcanons

Setting 1990-1994

AUTHOR’s Note: Complete AU with the timeline. Steve is 18 in 1990 when he gets into Howard. Also this is only the first part. Like I said I can’t write simple headcanons. This is a thought out process lol. Please if you have any suggestions or advice drop it in my ask box.

Soundtrack

The first time Steve saw you was during sophomore year orientation. The campus grounds were littered with other sophomores, incoming freshmen, and very excited seniors (class of ‘91). But he only spotted you.

There were several registration tables set up and the lines extended past the campus grounds. Steve stood in the line near the end of the first table and you were standing across from him in the first line for the second registration table. While he was waiting to spend the check his father egregiously had sent to him that was burning a hole in his pockets, he looked right over at you. At the same time, you turned to look at him.

Steve had to do a double take because of how beautiful you were. He had that image of the first time he saw you embedded into his memory. You were dressed in a pair of jean shorts rolled up your thighs (it literally made you look like you had legs for days) along with the HU sweatshirt your parents got you when you first got accepted. You had on the CLEANEST pair of white Reebok’s with the white slouch socks to match. Your hair was in intricate, single braids that fell just below your waist (one day you would explain to him what box braids and other cultural hairstyles are). Your thick lips were covered in a dark brown shaded liner and fully glossed.

Steve literally thought you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on, and he made that completely obvious. When the two of you made eye contact, Steve gave you his signature smirk and threw a small wave your way.

You kindly returned the gesture, before turning back to your best friend, where the two of you shared a very not so subtle giggle. After a few seconds, Steve then watched as your best friend let you know that he was still staring, causing you to turn back to look at him. Steve gave you another wave as you gave him a tight lipped smile and tried your best to ignore him.

You and Steve made it to your respective registration tables when you knew that he was still staring at you. You didn’t want to admit at that time that you were flattered but you absolutely were. Of course you knew who Steve Harrington was. Everyone in your graduating class knew him. He was the popular white boy at a Historically Black College that almost every girl (and closeted boy) seemed to want to throw themselves at.

Even if he was interested, you were not.

Or you knew you couldn’t be.

So that’s why when the two of you finally finished and Steve approached you to introduce himself, you immediately blew him off and walked away from him arm in arm with your best friend. Steve was obviously shocked and a little dumbfounded at the fact you gave him the brush off but he knew there was something about you that he knew he couldn’t resist.

It was a little over a month later, Steve still couldn’t get you out of his head. He even made the mistake of telling his best friend, who went and told not only the entire basketball team but the entire Kappa frat house, where Steve was now residing as a second year pledge. So, he definitely wasn’t hearing the end of it.

And speaking of the Kappas. They were hosting their first party of the year at their frat house. All fraternities and sororities were invited. And being a Delta yourself, of course you’d be there.

While posted up with his frat brothers, Steve watched just you. You were in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, almost the center of attention (which, according to Steve, you should be). You were dancing with the same girl he saw you in line with that first day. But you were also surrounded by other girls that he assumed was also in your sorority.

Steve was mesmerized by every move you made while It Takes Two by Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock blasted from the DJ spinning on the ones and twos. He wanted so bad to walk up to you and ask for a dance but he couldn’t find the courage.

Steve’s best friend, who could always be counted upon, noticed Steve’s behavior and called him out on it. He officially fessed up that you were the one he couldn’t get out of his head. The rest of the Kappas immediately discouraged Steve from ever trying anything with you.

Steve was confused as to why when they explained two things about you. First, mostly every guy in their class has tried and failed to make a play for you (apparently, they were calling you a “tease”). And second, you were the daughter of HU’s newest Dean.

Part One | Part Three

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x black!reader #steve harrington headcanon #hbcu!steve

[hannahhook7744]

Quick question;

So, I see alot of people talking about how Mal owes so and so an apology (not disputing that) or how Leah owes the vks an apology (Also valid). I even see people saying that the adults owe the kids an apology (Frick yes). But you know what I NEVER see that I'm kinda disappointed about?

No one ever apologizes to Chad. Like, I get Evie and the other vks not apologizing to him because he can be a jerk to him. But how come Audrey never apologized to him? Like, I know he's hated by most of the Fandom. I know that.

But Audrey definitely should have apologized for that. Anyone else I can get not apologizing, even if I don't necessarily agree with it. BUT AUDREY?Audrey definitely owes that boy an apology? Wanna know why?

Look at this;

Like... did she NEVER SPECIFY that they weren't dating or did she just assume he knew? Because this is a disaster and she should have apologized/sat him down and had a conversation when she realized that he thought that it was real. Because we didn't see that conversation occur in any of the movies. And even if she didn't mean to, leading someone on is horrible and should never be done. So she definitely should have expressly told him that none of the relationship was real very early on.

But I will cut her some slack for this because she's a teenage girl since I do the same for Mal and Uma. But one thing I WILL NOT cut her slack for is THIS;

Look at this man. No, this KID. He isn't even 20 yet. The Fandom hates him. Most people hate him. Is that a bit justified even though it's the writers' fault for not staying consistent with his character and not even bothering to try and improve him? Yes. But does that mean he deserved to be betrayed in one of the absolute worst ways by one of his only friends? By the girl he loves?

ABSOLUTELY NOT.

He is an 18-19 year old kid. Kids make bad decisions. Kids make mistakes. Kids can be assholes. Teen boys can be sexist (I more than anything blame Auardon for that became of that stupid book's phrasing.. because that happens in real life and I'm not 100% sure if that can actually be considered sexist when he was just following the rules. Even if I hate the fricking rules). He's a prime example of that. But he can also be a pretty okay guy at times (he literally went out of his way to pick up his ex right before a big event that he wasted money on. Remember? He tried to protect Leah even though he was an asshole in that movement to everyone but Audrey and Her. He did end up apologizing to Jay for pushing him. He buys Evie's stuff even though he could go elsewhere) and he most certainly didn't deserve this from AUDREY.

Like, if anyone else did this to him, I wouldn't be as hung up about it. Even if what happened to him was absolutely horrible (locking anyone in a closet is not funny at all) I wouldn't be hung up on it if Mal or Uma or another kid did it.

But the fact that it was Audrey is what gets me. Because think about it. Who is the one person who NEVER turned their back on or abandoned her? Who is the one person who would do absolutely anything for her? The one person who has done almost everything if not everything she has asked of them? Chad.

Chad sided with her about the vks everytime. He listened to her complaints about them when her own boyfriend wouldn't. He went along with dating her when it was clear that all he wa to her was a consolation prize. He defended her grandmother when the woman made a scene just because HE THOUGHT that there MIGHT be a chance of danger. This is Chad who is usually shown as cowardly we're talking about.

He briefly turned evil for her. The thing he hated most. He went out of his way to pick her up when her car had broken down even though he had literally payed for a couple of expensive outfits for the event he would be missing to pick her up already. And so much more.

Yet how did she treat him? And don't go saying that it was because of the sceptor because even if it was, it doesn't excuse the way she treated him enough to where she can get away with not apologizing.

Because she yelled at him constantly. She intimidated him with magic. She belittled him and blamed him for things that weren't his fault (I.e her plans going wrong) and she locked him in a fricking closet when she probably knew that he was claustrophobic. And we didn't see her apologize.

If we're gonna continue looking for apologies on behalf of the characters, then I want it to be fair. I want Leah (and Chad and Audrey) to apologize for how they treated the vks. I want Mal and the other three to apologize for spelling Ben to Ben and to Audrey since Audrey was humiliated and heartbroken and since Ben was made a fool of and made to look like a dick. I want Beast and Belle and all that agreed to the isle's creation to apologize for not taking the kids off and the horrible condition it was in.

I want Uma to apologize for kidnapping Ben. I want everyone who should apologize for what they did to apologize. And I want Chad's closest friend and ex to apologize for what she did because even if the Fandom and many in universe characters hate him, she doesn't. A good friend apologizes when they fuck up. Especially if it's this bad and I don't see any reason why Audrey should be exempt from that. Because she should want to apologize even if she was possessed by the sceptor. Because she severely mistreated the one person who always stood by her side and if she's as nice of a character as Melissa de la Cruz originally intended then she should.

Please descendants. Even if no one else gets their long overdue apologies, let Audrey apologize to Chad. I know you hate him. I do. But this is just atrocious and cruel. You're beating a dead horse at this point. You take every chance you have to beat him down and make him the butt of the joke even though it's not very funny anymore. Please. Just let him get an apology.

#melissa de la cruz #descendants #disney descendants #disney wicked world #wicked world #descendants rants #descendants critic #prince chad charming #disney chad charming #chad charming headcanons #chad charming #princess audrey rose #audrey rose #descendants audrey #audrey descendants #audrey what the fuck #disney descendants rant

[allagogtoreblog]

sorry in advance for this really long ask, hopefully it’s not too annoying to come to you like this, but that meme you posted about being interested in sex only in the fictional sense actually means quite a lot to me… i’ve been IDing as aspec for a couple years now, it took me a while to figure it out because i’ve always been interested in romance and sex in fiction and fantasy and have had somewhat of a crush on one fictional character or another since puberty, but i’ve never wanted it irl or had any sort of romantic or sexual encounters in reality. eddie’s the biggest fictional crush i’ve had since i was a teen, to the point where sometimes i was starting to question my asexuality. but when i do that i have to remind myself that i wouldn’t want him if he were real, my interest entirely hinges on everything being fictional and safe in my head. i’ve only recently discovered the label aego and connect with it quite a lot, so it was thrilling to see both it and the concept of enjoying sex exclusively with fictional characters in the wild on your blog! i’ve just been having a hard time deciding whether i ‘remove my self’ from the equation, if you will. the definition is a little bit hard to puzzle out and i know it’s slightly different for everyone. anyway, thanks for posting that meme because it helped me find your blog, and it was so lovely to see aego in your bio as it’s the first time i’ve encountered that since i’ve been considering the label for myself. if you don’t mind my asking, how long have you ID’d as ace/aego, and how did you decide aego was the right label for you? oh and just for fun, if you’d like to answer: what are some headcanons that feel specific to Your Eddie, the eddie in your head, compared to popular fanon/canon?

Thank you so much for your ask! And trust me, it’s not annoying at all! There are not many people in my life that I can discuss things like this with, so I was kind of thrilled when I read it. I apologize for the lengthy reply, but I was SO excited to answer this.

Honestly, I started to realize I was “different” around JR high (which for a little context was about 25 years ago) when everyone around me was feeling that first rush of hormones and so excited about boys (or girls) and dating and first kisses, but I just never really felt that way. That’s not to say that I didn’t get crushes or find boys attractive (the posters on my walls of boy bands and teen idols would attest to that), I just didn’t see the point in romantic/sexual interactions with people I knew.  

I never really gave it much thought at the time though or tried to understand why I felt that way because JR high and HS were a really rough time for me. I was being badly bullied, my house burnt down, my parents were getting divorced, and I was struggling with depression so, I’ll be honest, I kind of assumed that things I felt (or wasn’t feeling in this case) were a product of nothing more than low self-esteem. Obviously, the only reason I wasn’t interested in trying for a relationship is because they’d just reject me anyways, right?

Yeah, I told myself that’s all it was for a really long time. Not because I was particularly embarrassed by my lack of personal interest but more so that I didn’t fully understand that I had a lack of interest.

I think it was because, around the age of 18, I found fanfic for the first time (SPUFFY 4 LYFE) and you best believe the smutty stories were my favorite (still are btw). Before that? Oh, this movie has a sex scene? Imma just watch it a dozen times, okay? So, clearly, I’m interested… maybe I just haven’t met the right guy?

It’s only been recently – around the last 5 years ago – that I’ve attempted to identify my sexuality. The catalyst of which was a particularly memorable event where I was literally sobbing at the thought of hanging out with a casual friend that I knew was interested in more. It was the first time anyone has ever told me that they were attracted to me and I was horrified by it.

So, yep, it appears I’m repulsed by sex? Great, I’m asexual.

But what about the fanfic and those dirty sex scenes, allagog? If you like watching/reading it, you must (subconsciously) want it in real life too.

So, I start reading a bit more and landed on the term graysexual for a few years – because I assumed my interest in that stuff proved I was sexually interested in people, therefore I straddled the line between asexuality and heterosexuality.

But I still felt like it didn’t fit.

It wasn’t until I started reading x reader fanfic daily (before that, I’d check out a story here and there) with the introduction of Eddie Munson (not unlike you) that I began to understand that the only time I was remotely interested in someone was if:

They were a celebrity who I will never, EVER meet

They were a fictional character

So, like one is wont to do in this day and age, I googled: “only sexually attracted to fictional characters’

And Aegosexuality popped up. And even though it’s not 100% a perfect match, of all the terms I’ve come across, this one fits the best.

The “remove yourself” bit you mentioned is also one of the parts that I don’t fully identify with (masturbating is the other), but I think that’s open to interpretation. It may not be the same for you, but when I’m reading x reader fics or imagining scenarios, I don’t actually picture me as I am, but a FICTIONAL version of myself.

In the end, the most important thing about identifying as any sexuality is that it's the right fit for you.

As for Eddie headcanons, I can't say I really have any that are entirely specific to me. For the most part, I love (most) of the versions that other authors have created or built upon. I love awkward, affectionate, sweetheart Eddie the most and almost always imagine him as much. Virgin!Eddie or sexually inexperienced are also 100% canon for me.

I'll also admit to really struggling with Asshole/Jerk Eddie and promiscuous Eddie (especially when combined with the Asshole/Jerk version of him). No disrespect for the people that read/write this version but I usually avoid them.

Thank you again so much for your ask! If you (or anyone else) ever want to reach out again - about anything, anything at all! - I'd love to hear it! <3

#anon ask #thank you so much for asking #answered #aegosexual #asexuality #asexual #graysexual #eddie munson #x reader

[mitzisarchive]

Marauders as mitski songs

Hi! another one? yeah, but this time we’re here with my love regulus because i kin him and, honestly, i always want to talk about him

i’m a little wary about this one

once again i must remind y’all that this is my own interpretation. especially since i kin this boy and that affects the way i think of him (am i projecting? probably) but at the same time i must say i don’t want to romantice the death eaters nor justify bigotry. i could make an entire post of my personal interpretation of regulus

not gonna lie, at first i thought about giving regulus “goodbye my danish sweetheart” with the focus being, of course, his and sirius’ relationship. and it may be because i’m an only child, but i don’t really like how sometimes we reduce regulus’ character to sirius’ little brother, because he can be such an interesting character

anyways, i finally chose for him everyone, from lauren hell, a song which mitski defined as minimalistic - she actually made it when she didn’t had any instruments around!

let’s go with regulus “everyone” black

(did i lose the chance to do regulus “everyone” black // sirius “nobody” black parallel? yes, i will never recover)

___________________________________________________

Everyone, all of them

Everyone said, "Don't go that way"

So, of course, to that I said

"I think I'll go that way"

the song begins with this rebellion, the protagonists is going against everything their surroundings are telling them. there’s a certain cockiness to this decision, “so, of course, to that I said” is telling us the protagonist usually does whatever they want.

this may no sound like regulus at first, i know, but it’s because there’s been this weird babygirlfication of reggie, and i think y’all are forgetting this boy wanted to join the death eaters. i’m not the one to take jk rowling seriously, but she had something to say about regulus. apparently, he "got in a little too deep... He was attracted to it, but the reality of what it meant was way too much to handle"

now, we can argue about what was regulus attracted to, but as a slytherin i will assume regulus was attracted to the power voldemort possessed. now, “the reality of what it meant was way too much to handle” could be the fact that voldemort was actively making horrocruxes, but i would find it weird that someone could excuse a literal genocide but draw the line at immortality, so the reality of what it meant is probably more about the killing part.

now, you may be thinking “why would he join the death eaters if he couldn’t stand some death?” well, growing up with that kind of family probably desensitized him to some extend. we can’t forget that this boy died at 18, he was barely a child when he joined the death eaters and he didn’t become active until 17.

regulus definitely wasn’t defying everyone when he joined the death eaters, but i like seeing it this way:

regulus was getting into so much danger by joining the dark lord, there would be probably people around him who were worried about him, he may have ignored them.

but there was one who tried harder than anyone. his brother. i will fight whoever i have to fight, but i won’t believe that sirius let his little brother alone for a second while he could still look out for him. i won’t believe he didn’t beg for reg to come with him, and i won’t believe that even when he was disowned he didn’t ask for reg to not join the death eaters.

and, definitely, i won’t believe that regulus didn’t care about sirius. everyone may had told regulus to join the death eaters, but the one regulus cared the most was telling him not to join them.

so, of course, he joined them.

And I left the door open to the dark

I said, "Come in, come in, whatever you are"

But it didn't want me yet

he joins at 16, quite a young age, yet nothing happens yet, he’s not old enough after all

maybe he hanged around the future death eaters gang, and maybe he cursed some muggleborns, but he wasn’t active, all that once had screamed danger looked now stupid, after all, what had changed?

he’s still far way from the reality of the situation, the dark didn’t want him yet

Then like a babe in a crib

After some big hand turns out the light

And I opened my arms wide to the dark

I said, "Take it all, whatever you want"

a babe in a crib is such a painful metaphor

baby’s are supposed to be comfortable in a crib, happy,safe

when regulus had grown comfortable in that situation, he faced the reality, the violence, the death

his first reaction was probably to keep his posture and try to follow the others “take it, whatever you want” after all, regulus was active for a year, yet when he disappeared he had made enough of a reputation himself that people believed he was killed by voldemort. this boy was probably a menace.

I didn't know that I was young

I didn't know what it would take

I didn't know what it would take

this is the most painful part for me

“i didn’t know i was young”

sometimes we like to think we’re so mature and so old only to find out years later we were only kids. i think of sixteen-year-old me and i can’t help but smile at the fact that i believed i was practically an adult, because i was a teenager and so young.

my memories are sweeter than regulus’, for sure, as he had joined a terrorist group, and he had probably sacrificed so much of his integrity in order to fit in.

the fact that “i didn’t know what it would take” repeats twice makes me think that’s the breaking point of the protagonist, and regulus breaking point was voldemort hurting kreacher. for me, regulus probably had suspect about the horrocrux for a while until that confirms it

in that moment he makes the decision to end it all, and to redeem in his own twisted way

“Sometimes I think I am free”

the desire to redeem himself, the hope there’s something else for him, that he can do something better with his life

“Until I find I'm back in line again”

life isn’t a fairytale, regulus’ redemption stays between him and kreacher and his hopes evaporates as he’s drowned by inferis. he’s back in line, as he will be forever remembered as regulus black, the death eater.

or, well, kreacher doesn’t die there, and he lives long enough to clean regulus’ name

‘Fight! Fight! Fight for my master, defender of house-elves! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus! Fight!’

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it’s interesting to say that before we’ve talked about the “After some big hand turns out the light” part, and it can be interpreted both as the reality of what joining the dark lord meant and being dragged by the inferis.

well HI AGAIN!!

i’ve been missing for a while, i know, but right now i’m about to face one of my country’s most difficult exams and i’m in the excellency program, so i have little to no time left

i love regulus so much and i need more morally grey regulus fics, drop some recs if you know any please

#marauders #harry potter #regulus black #marauders era #i’m a mitski brainrot i’m sorry #mitski

[lovemehatemex0]

this is going to be a long one. but it's about my life, my thoughts & my feelings. I purposely had to put the keep reading button on because of how long this post is.

From leaving high school 10 years ago, I never imagined I would be where I am today. I planned on getting my CPA & being an auditor. I assumed I would already be married by now because 18 year old Christine was obsessed with her shit head boyfriend. I thought I would've been out of my parents house by now. & i never knew guys could be such disgusting pigs in this so called dating world that I fucking hate it. I've also never been so bored in my entire life. I for the first time ever, feel boring. & I now know why I constantly stayed busy all the time going to college, getting my masters done & even just keeping up with it for another 4 years.

I'm honestly kind of disappointed in myself that I never tried to become a CPA. My downfall was I was never a good test taker. & I was too busy working/seeing my friends/ seeing my boyfriend to even care about it. At times, I even wish I didn't go into accounting. I never wanted to go to college. Was never good at understanding concepts & applying them to everyday life. I hated school. & everyone knew it. my first ever exam I took, I failed it. Got a 53 or something & that stayed with me ever since I was 10. if there were any other ways I could've earned money I would've rather done that. Because I still don't think this shit is it for me. I only passed college one way, & I'm not proud of it. But I wasn't spending all that money to fail.

This one is going to have a lot of feelings, & I already just cried over thinking of it. I thought for the longest time I was going to be stuck with my ex because of what he gave me. For at least 4 years I felt stuck. & I should've listened to my dad & got out sooner. Especially when he forced me into having sex with him when I was 16. That should've been the first time. Another time should've been when he left me for another girl. & then life throws you a crazy fucking curve ball & you're stuck with something for the rest of your life. But, I was honestly expecting to marry him. Until he started telling me he was going to propose to my at my college graduation & i literally freaked out & was like omg ive never even been with another dude & i cheated on him. I think all of the trauma experiences literally keep me from liking someone. & I think I'm so used to being on my own after feeling like i was stuck for so long, I don't want to give up that freedom either. & I will find the slightest thing wrong with someone just to not like them. I just stopped giving out chances already because I'm stick of the bullshit.

Aside from not wanting to give that up, my hearts in a place where i know it shouldn't be. & I'm so hopeful for the impossible & I know I shouldn't be at all. & I think that's another aspect that stops me from liking anyone else. I try not to but it does. I freak out in my head whenever I kiss another guy. I never expected to go down this path & I told myself I would never go for anyone that was. & I know I'm replaceable. & that's what scares me the absolute most about all of this.

I honestly was expecting to be married by 25. I was also expecting to weigh less than what I do now & to be moved into a house in either Fairfield, Shelton, or Milford. But like a cute little boxy house with the two windows that pop out of the roof on the second floor with a porch on the front of the house. I just think they're so cute. Or, it's not the worst scenario but I would love to be living in NYC. That was always my dream. I was also expecting myself to have at least one child by now. Do I think buying the Audi was a good financial investment? Honestly, no. It was more or something I wanted than a need. I should've been looking for a house or an apartment, but as much as I want to live alone, I don't want to be alone and have that financial responsibility on me either. Whenever I think of being on my own, I just think about how whenever I'm sad I can cry whenever I want & no one would be around to hear me. & no one would know how sad I am over certain things in my life & what I really want.

If there's anything in this life i hate more than anything, I hate this dating world. I hate how you have to hook up with someone to get to know someone, to get to see if you even like them, & then maybe, just maybe something could come from it. But I've had no luck. My last date I think was in December & I didnt hear anything from him since because I wouldn't fly down to Miami when he was going to sleep with him. & I swear to god if one more guy asks me for a threesome or to find a guy for me & him to have a threesome with so he can get action from the guy I will just stay single for the rest of my life & be all my friend's children's cool aunt. I purposely stopped saving people's number in my phone because I just know they're not going to be around for long. It's not worth it.

I literally told anna yesterday i've never been so bored in my life. Literally nothing is going on. I have no drama in my life. I don't talk crap (as much) like i used to. I'm not seeing anyone. Let's face it I'm not even talking to anyone. I literally want to be up in bed by 8 pm & do nothing but scroll on tik tok or cry my eyes out. I don't even want to shop because I don't need anything. I don't need more clothes or jewelry or shoes. & material objects are starting to become pointless to me. They don't make me happy like they used to anymore. I also wonder if I'm just starting to lose interest in things. & I wonder if I'm starting to become depressed again. It trickles on & off from time to time, like a roller coaster.

I don't mean to overthink so much. I just think of all the what if's that could happen & it makes me want to ask question and wonder well what the hell is going to happen. I expect the worse out of everything, even in a good scenario. Mainly because I am so used to getting hurt & being sad. So I try to prep both my mind & my heart to be hurt to help it when something actually does happen. I don't want to be like this. All I want is to just be happy. & get what I want. & go through life knowing I was happy with what I got & where I got in my life. When is it my turn to finally be happy & get what I deserve?

I guess all of these thoughts started coming up because my 10 year high school reunion is coming up & people I was friends with in high school who I didn't expect to be going are going because they want to show off what they achieved in their life. One wants to show "how pretty they got" another wants to "show all their successes" after getting bullied. I was literally an emo girl in high school who wanted to hide & stay away from everyone because I got told I was too fat & I was so big growing up I probably ate humans & people would tease me because I didn't run to they would purposely steal my shit & run away with it because I would huff and puff while trying to run. I also never joined the dance team when I got told numerous times I would make it because the girls who would bully me were on the team & i didnt want to get picked on even more. Since 2013, I got a little less scary looking from high school & I am in the position where I'm not proud of my life but I'm surviving.

I guess that's why I say I wish I was dead. So I didn't have to deal with this life and my actions & where I am today. I know people would be better off without me in their lives & I wouldn't be such a fuck up all the time. Secrets could die with me, desires would die with me, & all of my feelings would finally go away & I wouldn't be so god damn emotional all the time. I'm sick of wondering why certain things happened to me & why I'm put into certain positions I'm in.

Wow this felt amazing to write out & just get off my mind. & now I remember the true reason why I got tumblr when I was 14.

#10:55 pm

[captainsimagines]

the warmth of summer || epilogue

Summary: Time has flown by and the universe continues to spin on, while you and Bucky Barnes create an axis of your own. How is everything going?

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x (Fem) Reader

Trope(s): DBF! Bucky Barnes; Age Difference; Idiots in Love; Epilogue

Based on the Song(s): Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift

Epilogue to The Warmth of Winter || MiniSeries

Warnings: 18+ ONLY; unprotected sex; dirty talk; pet names (sweetheart, doll, kid); exhibitionism kink; age difference kink; strong language

Word Count: 4,500+

Author’s Note: Sigh. I couldn’t resist. Enjoy my lovelies. 🥺

~

     “Craziest place I’ve ever had sex was in line, outside of a Best Buy, waiting to buy the new Wii that was released that year. Can’t remember what year, but I remember her tits.”

The whole group pauses, drinks suspended mid-air, shock evident on everyone’s contorting faces. Clint… fuck, what else is there to say about Clint Barton? He’s won the indirect “who has had sex in the craziest place” challenge. A close second was Wanda, with her not-so-innocent “a classroom”. Pietro damn well almost threw up. 

“While other people were also… waiting in line?” you ask, trying and failing to use your vodka lemonade as a barrier for a blush. But Clint sees the way your lip curls sheepishly and the way your eyes avoid his. 

“You’re one to talk.”

It always impresses you how well you and Bucky work in sync. Both your legs kick out at the same time and pierce Clint’s shins: you his right, Bucky his left. Clint wails and clutches his beer as if it holds magical healing abilities. 

“God, don’t bring that up.” Captain Rogers, or Steve as he’s been literally begging you to call him for the past eight months now, groans and runs a large hand down his face. 

Now, here’s the story. Captain Rog— Steve— said he would be home at nine pm. on a spring evening in the middle of the week. It was a Thursday, to be exact. He gave absolutely no warning or additional indication he would actually not, or that he wrapped up work down at the Commando Center an hour earlier than expected. He didn’t text to see if you or Bucky wanted some take-out. He assumed you’d bother devour it whether he asked or not. So he ordered your food, climbed the steps to his and Bucky’s apartment, put the key in the door, turned the goddamn doorknob, and came face to face with the one sight he never thought he’d see. 

He’s accidentally walked in on Bucky having sex before. He’s seen his partners in the midst of orgasmic bliss. Hell, Steve has often wondered how good Bucky is in bed a little too often. But he’s never walked into his own apartment and caught Bucky Barnes, plastered on the couch, with his girl practically full-frontal in his lap and bouncing, before. Or at least, that girl had never been you. 

You had gasped so loudly, doe-eyed and sweaty, completely exposed. Bucky had moved so quickly, tucked you into his side, covered you with a blanket and—

But Bucky hadn’t had time to pull out before he moved, and the movement was an accidentally calculated one, and he involuntarily toppled you over that delicious edge. You had come so hard, a scream on your lips, embarrassment flooding your veins, in front of Captain Rog— Steve. 

And Steve didn’t know whether to move or not. Several seconds had passed, his eyes locked with yours. So he placed the bag of food down on the floor, backed up slowly, and camped in the hallway until you and Bucky put some pants on. 

No one really brought it up until now. Because you’re a goddamn idiot and told Wanda, who told Pietro, who told Clint, who told Kate, who told Peggy, who told someone else in the nursing home, who told a nurse, who told your dad for some godforsaken reason. 

A week later and Bucky’s apartment door was basically broken down by your dad marching through, loading his pistol, and screaming, “Steven Grant Rogers, you fucking hypocritical-ass voyeur, get your white ass out here and pay for your fucking sins!”

You stood in between them, arms raised, screaming, “He didn’t see anything!” 

But Steve had groaned, head his hands as he admitted, “I saw everything! God, I saw everything!” 

And you snapping at him, “I will let him put that bullet in you! Stop fucking talking!” 

And Steve responding, “It was the first thing I told my therapist because I was having nightmares.” 

Then, “Fuck, Rogers! You’re on your goddamn own! Idiot.”

Your dad hadn’t shot him that day. But he promises he’ll shoot a bullet into Steve’s gravestone when he ultimately dies first. 

Bucky had just mentioned that it’s nice not being on the other side of the gun for once. You had laughed until you cried. 

“Everyone’s seen your tits, ‘cept for me?” Clint asks.

No. Sam hasn’t and he says so immediately. And Pietro has only caught a glimpse of a nipple at the beach once. So, no. No.

“Alright, Clint, that’s enough beer,” Kate mumbles, trying to pull the bottle from his tense grasp. She can’t really cut him off considering she’s not the bartender tonight. 

“Keep talking about my girl’s tits, man. See what happens,” Bucky chuckles, taking a sip of his own beer. 

Clint is Clint and Clint is basically a brother. You know for certain he doesn’t want to see any part of you naked. Listening in the one time was for blackmail purposes and because… well, Clint is Clint. He’s just shitfaced right now. 

“Let’s change the subject!”

Everyone agrees with your exclamation. It’s late August so the air is a little humid and the bar is packed. School has barely started, back-to-school shopping has created a dent in every parent’s bank account, and a cold beer after a hard day’s work is the summer thing to do. Instead of massive overcoats and cardigans and mittens, it’s short-shorts and tank-tops, and ponytails. You don’t have to raise your beer with a napkin to protect your chilly fingers, you don’t have to breathe into your hands after removing your gloves, and your boots aren’t soaked to your socks anymore. 

You had gotten some vacation time, Bucky had left Ayo in charge of the bar back in Brooklyn, and Steve and Sam made the trip home together, finally, for the first time in ten years. Your dad’s house is packed to the brim. But he absolutely loves it— the amount of baked goods he’s placed on the counter, the amount of new board games he’s bought, it’s insane. But a good insane. He’s happy. 

After the first month, he had called you on a regular Monday night. He talked about work, other things that you can’t really remember, and then he paused. A long pause. 

“… He’s been good to you?”

“You’re really worried about that? Of course he has.”

“I know he’s my friend, but I still have to ask.”

“I know you gotta. I promise you, he’s been amazing.”

“You love him?”

“It’s been a month!”

“So?”

And that’s just it. So? 

Peggy had mentioned how she fell in love with this man named Daniel in 1950. The love of her life, she called him. She wanted to sit in on a meeting, was denied, but before she could kill everyone involved, Daniel had placed a fully-typed transcript of the entire meeting, even the gossip discussed, on her desk. “We slept together two days later,” she admitted, pushing her cart down the aisle. “Ooo, it’s strawberry season!”

So a month was nothing but also everything, and you knew for damn certain you had fallen in love with James Buchanan Barnes. And he you, you could tell, but neither of you has said it yet.

What were you waiting for? Who fucking knows. But you feel it, and you know he knows you feel it. It’s like riding an ever growing wave, one that doesn’t seem to be crashing anytime soon. It’s brilliant. 

“So, how’s the new book coming along?” Sam asks as he pokes around his french fries. 

“It’s coming,” you answer, about to elaborate when—

“Mm, I bet it is,” Clint winks about a thousand times. Steve reaches over, steals his beer, and replaces it with his water. 

“Clint, fucking pervert!” Wanda laughs, twisting his nipple beneath his shirt. Clint yelps, snags her nipple with his index and thumb, and twists as hard as his drunk strength will allow. Wanda screams and smacks him repeatedly. Pietro calmly stands, shimmies in between the two bickering children, and takes Wanda’s smacks for himself. 

“As I was saying,” you say, lips pursed with a threatening laugh. “It’s another science fiction novel written by one of my favorite authors, Loki Laufeyson. It’s about some multiverse theory, and there’s this wizard, and some witch that has become my favorite anti-hero.”

“And even though it’s illegal and/or immoral, I have no idea which,” Bucky jokes. “She’s let me read some chapters.”

“Bad editor etiquette,” Sam chastises. 

And what can you do? Bucky’s an avid reader and he shares the same bed as you. You can’t exactly sit on your side of the bed, glasses on the tip of your nose, a mountain of highlighters and pens on your blanket, and expect your boyfriend not to sneak a peek every once and a while. You’ve simply given up rejecting him— every page you finish and place face down in its own pile, Bucky picks up and reads for himself. 

He’s challenged you on a correction once… ONCE… and after a screaming match about whose grammar was better, he fucked you into the mattress until the left side of your face had blanket burn and your ass was bruised. 

You shiver from the memory. Bucky tugs you closer into his side, smirking down at you as you continue praising science fiction and fantasy in general. Somehow he knows you’re remembering that time.

You’re currently editing a few books, Kate’s thinking of going back to college, Wanda and Pietro are gearing up for the last of the summer flower shipments, Sam just got a promotion at work, Clint and Wanda have been discussing him buying a share of the shop, and your dad is enjoying his vacation time sleeping in and hosting his friends. He even promised to drop by the bar within the next hour before he meets up with a friend. 

A lady friend. You overheard Pietro tell Sam excitedly, who then proceeded to slap his palm over his mouth and loudly shush him. It’s been… how old are you?… so long since your dad has been on a genuine date. She’s Peggy’s nurse, Monica something, and in Peggy’s own words, “Quite the dish.”

As if on cue, the bar doors open and your whole table erupts with a loud cheer. Your dad sheepishly makes his way over to you guys, hushing everyone as he slides into the large booth beside Steve. 

“Look at you! Leather jacket, non-work boots, hair combed to one side! Someone’s getting laid!” Sam cheers, patting your dad on his shoulder. 

Your face contorts. “Ew, don’t say that.”

Your dad, surprisingly, scoffs and points a finger at you. “Consider it payback, Bumblebee. I’ve had to suffer almost a full year of those comments you guys don’t think I hear when you whisper.”

You drop your head onto the table. Bucky rubs your back, in between your shoulders, and says, “Aw, sweetheart.”

But your dad quickly interjects before Bucky even pushes out the last syllable. “You shut the fuck up. You’ve corrupted my daughter and I still haven’t decided if I’m gonna kill you yet.”

Wanda slams her face into Steve’s chest as a loud cackle escapes. Bucky’s lips spread thin, and he nods because he knows your dad is right. 

Kate reaches over to pat your head. “Cheer up, BumbleWumble. We’ve all wanted to say that to your face for a longass time, though.”

You snap your head up. “Guys!”

Clint, as drunk as ever, laughs almost louder than Wanda. Almost. “Ms. Exhibitionist can’t take the heat, huh?”

Both you and Bucky take cover, you behind him and him almost underneath the table. Your dad slaps the table as he tries and fails to keep his face settled. “Aaaand that’s my cue to leave.”

Everyone at the table grumbles and tells him to stay a little while longer. But he stands and smiles down at all of them. “Can’t be late for my first real date in three years, now can’t I?”

Avoiding the eyes of everyone else, you shimmy out of the booth with Bucky’s help. You pull your dad in close, your hands tight around his waist as you speak. “Good luck. She’s gonna love you.”

“Well, I don’t know about love.”

You pull away to grin up at him. “Trust me.”

He smiles down and kisses your forehead. He whispers, side-eyeing the rest of the group. “Don’t let them tease you too much. I can’t believe Bucky’s just blushing and taking it. Unlike him…”

“Oh?”

“He’s always been a ray of stupid sunshine, but getting teased about a girl? Not since his twenties, Bumblebee.”

You gasp, “Ooo, interesting!”

He kisses the top of your head and backs away as he waves goodbye to the group. “Visit the house in the morning, yeah?”

Oh, yeah. You’re not staying with your dad this summer vacation. With how often you and Bucky do the deed, it wouldn’t have been appropriate. You’re staying in the one hotel in town, letting Steve and Sam stay in your room and the guest room. It’s the least you could offer Sam. You’ve already paid him back for the plane tickets. And it’s the least you could do for Steve. Especially Steve. Dude has seen and heard too much as is.

You give your dad a thumbs-up. 

“I can’t feel my toes. Can anyone else not feel their toes?” Clint asks, smacking his lips together. His words and actions contradict themselves. Kate rolls her eyes and starts helping him stand up. 

“Up to bed, you,” Kate says, and says goodbye to everyone. Steve and Sam share a nod, then they’re off. Wanda and Pietro stick around and order one more drink each. 

“Wanna blow this popsicle stand?”

“That was so white and middle-aged of you.”

Bucky feigns hurt, clutching at his chest. “You wound me, kid.”

“Good. I’ll make sure to completely saw you in half next time.”

Bucky hooks his arm around your neck and tugs you down, effectively wrestling you out of the bar doors. It’s routine, this. Bucky’s manhandling and treating you like a sparring partner makes your heart burst violent red. His sheer force but careful coordination, calculated and on purpose, gets you going in more ways than one. The two of you finish your little wrestling match: he’s squished your cheeks under his armpits enough and you’ve tugged at his hair. He’s been growing it out. His hair grows fast and it reaches the middle of his neck now. 

You tug it a lot nowadays. You walk hand-in-hand the few blocks it takes to get back to the hotel. 

“Hey, doll?”

“Hmm?” The town looks different without the obscenity of holiday lights. It’s not that it looks dull, but it’s harder to see the street signs and store fronts without the extra luminescence. 

“Did you ever think we’d be here this time last year?” 

The question is an easy one to answer. After everything happened with Brock and after your dad sat both you and Bucky down to have a serious discussion, the answer simply ignited like a well-known prophecy. Like it was obvious all along. 

“Yes.”

Bucky startles only slightly. “Seriously?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. You didn’t?” 

Bucky’s eyes widen enormously. “Trap. Trap! It’s a trap!”

You throw open the hotel doors with a loud laugh, stumbling to the elevator as Bucky tries to grip your waist from behind. Once inside, Bucky holds you close. “It felt like a dream. A very real dream. But because it felt like a dream, I felt like I would wake up at any moment.”

You hum and lean your cheek on the top of his head. He’s bending his knees in order to hug you like this. “I’m very real, James.”

Bucky stills and slowly unhooks his arms from around you. He meets your eye and slowly, teasingly, a bright smile spreads on his face. “You haven’t called me James since the day we met.”

Before you can respond, Bucky lunges forward and plasters you to the elevator wall. It’ll open at any second and anyone could be standing waiting to board. But Bucky immediately sucks a large kiss and bite to your neck like an alpha in rut. 

“Buck—“, you plead, hips knocking forward out of instinct by now. “There’s a camera.”

But that doesn’t stop the bulky soldier from biting down further, trailing little nips above your clothed breasts. “And that’s a problem because?”

God, it really isn’t. You’ve come to accept it. You’re an exhibitionist, through and through. Just knowing someone is watching Bucky take what’s his in such a primal manner is making your thighs quiver, a delicious drip in your panties. And fuck, you’d be lying if Steve walking in on you bare and spread didn’t give you one of the strongest orgasms you’ve ever had in your life. Because the idea of sharing isn’t necessarily one that gets you off, but the idea of someone witnessing you getting off? You think Bucky knows. He came, too. That was obvious. 

“They can see,” you whisper, glancing at the blinking red light in the corner. Bucky eases his right hand to the middle of your thighs where you need him most, and applies just the faintest amount of pressure. You whimper into his neck, finally glancing away from the onlookers. 

“God, sweetheart,” Bucky groans, then sighs when the elevator doors open. He quickly tugs you out and to your shared room, fumbling with the key card. You look away to smirk, finding the whole situation borderline hilarious. Finally, Bucky succeeds and pulls you through, signaling at you to begin stripping. You don’t have to be told twice. 

“You know,” Bucky says, tugging his shirt over his head. You don’t have much to take off either— just your tank top, bra, jeans, and your shoes. You do so quickly. “I know you like being watched. Or at least, like knowing someone could be.”

You roll your eyes and shimmy your underwear down your legs. Bucky licks his lips as you snap back up. “Your point?”

Bucky strips himself of his boxers and walks toward you until you have no other choice but to fall back onto the bed. The sheets are still undone from this morning. “What if we create some form of amateur porn? Like those videos where they film everything from the neck down?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Bucky, you have a metal arm.”

“I can always take it off.”

“You can do that?”

Bucky smiles from above you, his weight becoming heavier as he dips down to kiss along your collarbones. “Yeah, but I usually do that with T’Challa or Shuri there to help me.”

“I am not letting you remove your arm so we can be unrecognizable in order to shoot some amateur porn.”

“You drive a hard bargain.”

You huff a laugh and kiss along Bucky’s neck. He answers with gentle sighs and the feeling of his lips turning up against your skin makes your chest pound. He kisses all the way down to your belly button until you think he’s about to eat you out, but he hikes your thighs up and bends you in half. Then his face is directly across yours again and he sinks into you slowly. Neither of you had the will to hold out and fuck around with foreplay anyway.

“Fuck,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck and digging your nails into the soft flesh of his back. Bucky attacks his lips with yours, smothering you with both his breath and weight. He rocks into you slowly, at a set pace, and oh so deep. 

“Then, how about this?” he continues. You can see your feet dangling above his head. “We go to a club. One of those BDSM sex clubs where they practice public sex.”

Fuck. You automatically clench around his thick cock, delighted in the way it tears a soft grunt from Bucky’s throat. His fingers dig deeper into the flesh of your thighs, holding you impossibly still. You’ll start cramping soon, but Bucky always somehow knows when the discomfort is starting. 

“Are you serious?”

Bucky quickly nods, then he starts driving into you faster. Bucky grunts once, then twice, in response to your clenching. “So fucking serious. Think about it. Our own little booth, everything is consensual and people respect the performers. I fuck you nice and hard until you’re dripping down my cock while others have a front row seat.”

You whimper, practically breathless, and nod helplessly. “I want that. I want them to see you fuck me.”

“God,” Bucky whines, clenching his teeth. He lets go of your thighs and expertly rearranges you both. Now he tips you on your side while he settles behind you, his hot chest to your sweaty back, as he hikes your leg up. He sinks back into you, attaching his swollen lips to your already bruising neck. When Bucky bites, he bites. “You want them to watch as I bend you over the table and sink into you, pull you up so they see as every inch of me impales you?”

Your eyes roll back in your head. Bucky’s snapping his hips so rhythmically, so damn good, and your ass is jiggling as he makes contacts with your hips. He sneaks his left arm over the pillow until it’s all the way in front of you, then he holds your chin up. He tilts your head to him, smacking a sloppy kiss to your parted lips. His right hand continues holding your leg up, but you’re so damn close with all this dirty talk and wonderful expectations that you switch his hand out for yours. You hold yourself open as he moves his right hand down to smooth over your heated clit. 

“They’ll watch as I make you mine, over and over. They’ll see as I come so deep inside your dripping pussy they’ll fucking salivate, wanting to lick you clean themselves.”

You whimper repeatedly, clenching your eyes shut as white spots start overtaking your already blurry vision. It takes a moment for you to realize the pillow beneath your head is slightly wet. Bucky’s fucking you so damn nicely that tears of fucking joy are streaming. The pulse of heat in your stomach is gradual, tickling then pounding, burning with each thick inch of Bucky’s cock. 

“But I won’t let them. You’re mine. I’ll lick you clean myself. And you know what?” Fuck, does he expect you to respond? You mutter something incoherent, but you think you succeed in nodding. Bucky huffs, pinching your clit wonderfully. “Once you’re good and fucked, it’s my turn.”

W…h…a…t…

“You’ll bend me over that same table, lube me up and fuck me open, then you’ll sink into me with a toy of your own and fuck me until my spit drips onto the fucking floor.”

A scream tears through your heaving chest as your orgasm hurdles through each of your blasted nerve endings. Your legs move to close but you force yourself to keep them open, writhing back into Bucky’s hot chest and cock so you can prolong the amazing feeling. Tingles erupt all over your skin, your hearing mutes, and your throat stretches as yet another scream erupts. Bucky’s not letting your clit rest. 

“Think we’re at that point of our relationship, no? You can’t be the only one taking it,” Bucky chuckles, but it soon turns into a groan as your cunt squeezes him nonstop. He’s right there at the edge, teetering in that blissful purgatory. He plays with your sensitive clit more, ignoring your tiny protests (because he damn well knows you can come again), and continues voicing his desires. “You wanna fuck me, doll? Wanna see me scream and beg the same way you do?”

YES! YES! YES! YES!

It takes a moment, but you soon realize you just screamed that response. Bucky holds you to him tightly, thrusting hard and fast, rhythm slightly faltering. As he rolls expert circles into your clit, dipping his fingers down to where you’re connected to collect more of your juices, he rolls his hips against your ass. It’s like he wants to melt into you, connect with your skin forever. 

It hits you hard. You milk him once more, now breathless, throat tight and clenching as this orgasm steals your sound. 

But Bucky’s not quite there yet, and even though you know it’ll take maybe another ten minutes for you to orgasm for a third time, you let him fuck you, use you, as he reaches his end. 

“I’m one-hundred percent certain,” Bucky breathes, his eyes shut. His lips tickle your neck. “That if you fuck me, I’ll cry. I’ll melt into whatever surface you’re fucking me on. I’ll make noises you haven’t heard me make yet.”

You don’t get to respond. You don’t even think you would have been able to. Bucky groans deeply, bites your shoulder, and comes in rough, scattered spurts. He grunts after each prolonged thrust, slowing down once his chest stops heaving erratically. 

You’ve said it before, and you’ll say it again: Fuck.

“You good?” you ask him, bringing an arm up to pet his hair. He snuggles into your neck and kisses your skin softly, humming his answer. It takes a few minutes for you both to settle down, breathing back to normal, white spots gone. After cleaning up and slipping on underwear, you change the sheets with the extra ones provided from the closet. 

Bliss, bliss, and even more bliss.

Bucky’s chest is a wonder. Warm, inviting, sculpted. Laying your cheek against him has proven one of your favorite pastimes. The amount of times you’ve fallen asleep on his wonderful chest and drooled all over him is insane. Bucky doesn’t even mention the drool, but you know damn well he notices it. 

“Hey, Bucky?”

“Hmm?” he says, metal fingers massaging your scalp. 

You breathe in slowly, extend the fingers of your left hand on his chest, and close your eyes. It’s not that you’re afraid of saying it, but it’s the fact that you’ve never said it to a significant other before. It swirls within you, like the warmth of summer, stretching it’s fingers in a longing grasp. You’re finally home. 

“I love you.”

Bucky’s fingers still over your head. His chest halts and you hear his heartbeat quicken. For a millisecond, just a fraction of that time even, you’re worried you rushed into saying it. But Bucky hurries to tug you up, rather clumsily, until your entire body is sprawled on top of his and his lips are meeting yours. 

“I love you,” he quickly admits, pecking your lips. He kisses your chin, both your cheeks, your forehead, and once the skin of your face is covered, he moves to your head and to the top of it. “I love you. With everything in me. I belong to you.”

He belongs to you. Your heart feels tight and tears spring to your eyes. 

“Say it again. A million times more. So I know you’re mine, too,” Bucky asks.

Your voice is gravely by the time you fall asleep, but you repeat the affirmation to him a million times more. He knows it now. It’d be impossible for him to forget.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #avengers x reader #marvel fanfiction #captainsimagines #by moni #bucky #bucky x reader #reader x bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagines #the warmth of winter series #epilogue #the warmth of summer #the warmth of winter masterlist #dbf!buckybarnes #dbf!bucky shall arrive #dbf!bucky #dadsbestfriend!bucky

[zoeykallus]

Hunter - Animal

Hunter x fem!reader

(Short Onehsot)

Warnings: SMUT 18+

PiV/Fingering/Oral recieving/Grinding/Slightly Fluffy

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Author's comment:

Little to no plot at all, just Hunter getting animalistic on reader.

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For weeks, Tech had been telling everyone that the Marauder needed some new parts without which he would soon be unable to keep the ship functional. As it turned out, Goggles was right again.

You were trapped inside the Marauder with Hunter. The ramp was no longer opening. The rest of the team was outside, on their way, funnily enough, to get the spare parts mentioned earlier.

"Can you hear it yet," you asked Hunter with a wry grin " How Tech says I told you so?"

He chuckled, "Yes, indeed. Well, it's just the ramp, could have been worse, at least we're on the ground and didn't have any malfunctions while flying"

You had been with the Bad Batch for a few weeks now, at first it had been a temporary thing, but by now you were practically part of the team and no one questioned it.

A little nervously you watched Hunter, who had just given up on bypassing the ramp lock and was pacing up and down the Marauder a little restlessly. You sat on your bunk and tried not to get infected by his restlessness. Usually, Hunter wasn't really a restless guy.

"Does it make you nervous to be alone with me?" you asked jokingly.

His expression seemed a little startled and caught as he looked at you. Yes, of course he was nervous to be alone with you, especially now that you were even locked in. Usually Hunter kept his distance because your smell, your heartbeat, everything about you was intoxicating and through his senses he perceived you so intensely that he could hardly be alone with you without going insane. You didn't have the slightest idea about that, though.

"I just don't like being locked up," he murmured.

With a nod, you said, " I can tell."

He smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry. Do I make you nervous?"

You shrugged, "A little, maybe"

He sat down across from you on Echo's bunk and asked, "Better?"

You nodded at first, but the next moment realized, you were alone with Hunter, locked in. You weren't afraid of him, not at all, he would never hurt you, you knew that. But you did have a bit of a crush on him. However, he was always quite reserved and at a distance, which is why you hardly hoped to get closer to him someday. And yet, your heart beat faster and faster at the thought of how close he was to you right now and that you two were alone.

He cocked an eybrow at you.

"What's the matter? Still nervous?"

Startled, you remembered that Hunter could sense your heartbeat and the realization made your pulse quicken even more. Suppressing a curse, you smiled nervously at him.

"Well, you and I have never been alone," you finally said honestly.

Lying to him didn't feel right, especially since he would probably see right through you, at least that's what you assumed.

His gaze seemed cautious and probing as he looked at you.

"That makes you nervous?" he asked in surprise with raised eyebrows.

"A little," you admitted shyly.

A cautious, hopeful smile appeared on his face.

"Why exactly?" the sergeant asked.

You struggled with yourself. Should you tell him the truth? But how would he react?

Hunter tilted his head to the side questioningly when you didn't answer him directly.

"Well, to be honest, I have a bit of a crush on you," you suddenly gushed.

His eyes grew wide.

"You're serious?!"

You nodded shyly.

Suddenly everything happened very quickly, Hunter jumped up and literally rushed over to you. The next moment you found yourself in your bunk under him, his lips on yours his hips between your thighs, his cod piece pressed against your middle.

This was escalating fast, you thought. Heat spread under your skin, gathering between your thighs.

When his tongue opened your mouth, you could already feel your panties getting damp. Hunter broke away from the kiss and took a deep breath.

With a growl low in his chest, he said. "I can smell your arousal, every time. Do you know how hard it is to keep it together when the Marauder smells of your arousal when you've touched yourself?"

Heat rose to your face.

"Every time? Is it that extreme?" you asked meekly.

He laughed softly, "You have no idea, sweetie".

"I'm sorry"

"Don't be. It's not your fault my senses are so sharp. The downside to that is that I often feel like an animal, driven by instincts and hard to control"

Surprised you looked at him, it had never seemed like that to you before, never had you felt Hunter was not in control.

"So," he said softly, his golden brown eyes dark with desire "Tell me, do you really want this? Your body is giving me clear signals, but what does your mind say?"

"Yes, everything about me and inside me says yes, Hunter."

He shuddered excitedly, leaning on one arm, using the other's hand to loosen the cod piece from his armor.

Nervous yet curious, your fingers wandered down, feeling his length through the fabric of his blacks. Your touch made him groan. His cock was hard, warm, and thick.

"Now that's a tool," you muttered more to yourself than to him, but he chuckled.

Your face grew hot as you realized that of course he had heard you.

When you pulled your hand back, he pressed himself between your legs again, you felt his hard length through the fabric of his blacks and through the thin fabric of your leggings. A shiver ran through you as he rolled his hips and friction arose between you causing your pearl to swell.

Gradually you undressed each other, one garment after another falling until you both were completely naked.

Hunter's skin was warm, downright hot. His big, strong hands wandered over your body, curiously exploring every inch feverishly, stroking, squeezing, grasping. His right hand wandered down your body, between your legs, and finally stopped for a moment on your glowing Venus. Expectantly you bucked your hips, biting your lower lip.

Hunter searched your gaze, keeping an eye on your face as he finally let his fingers roam, very gently at first, over your wet folds. The sergeant took in every little movement on your beautiful face, orienting himself to it. His fingertips gently caressed your entrance without penetrating you, collecting your slick and finally moving to your aching bud.

A hoarse sound came from your throat as he began to caress the knot of sensitive nerves with his fingers covered in your juices.

"Do you have the slightest idea how beautiful you look right now?" he asked in a deep voice rough with desire.

" Look who's talking," you returned, a little breathlessly.

A smile appeared on his tattooed face.

You let out a surprised squeak as one of his fingers dipped into your moist heat, slowly twisting and turning to reach that sweet spot inside you. His name left your lips in a high pitched moan.

Hunter continued to work your pearl as the middle finger of his other hand gently continued its play inside you.

His cock twitched impatiently, everything in him screaming to take you, but he wanted you to have more than a little fun with this. He wanted to see you squirm under his touch until you begged for him to finally take you.

What Hunter didn't realize was that there wasn't that much more to it. His finger play was intoxicating, the sight of his naked body was ravishing. You couldn't think of anything but the sergeant.

He pulled his finger out of your pussy and you watched wide-eyed as he brought it to his lips and licked it off. His broad shoulders rose and fell as he breathed in and out very deeply, as if he needed to collect himself.

"You are literally, irresistible," he murmured with arousal.

Before you could say anything back, he placed his broad shoulders between your thighs, his face hovering over your pubic.

Your scent was almost overwhelming, it was hard for Hunter to hold back, much harder than it seemed.

When his mouth descended quite abruptly on your moist folds, you chocked out a surprised moan. Hunter's tongue was, strong, fast, and incredibly warm. He hummed contentedly as he heard the sweet sounds he elicited from you. He feasted on you like a starving man. Alternately, his tongue busied itself with your entrance and your pearl, until finally he focused mostly on your bud, licking it, sucking on it, and making you quiver under him.

One of Hunter's fingers found its way back into your pussy, finding the sweet spot again. Combined with his mouth on your pearl, he chased you toward your climax. Your fingers ran into his dark, long hair, you had to pull yourself together not to yank on it in the heat of the moment.

"Hunter... Gods!"

He chuckled, very pleased with your response to his efforts, sending glorious vibration into your body. The tingling in your center kept increasing, you felt that the knot would soon loosen and you would fall into glorious bliss.

"I won't be long... Hunter I..."

"Let go," he growled into your pussy, "let go, I've got you."

His tongue swirled wildly on your pearl, his finger caressing the sweet spot in your slit, tirelessly and with full zeal.

Your thighs began to quiver with tension, the intensity almost unbearable.

"Fuck," you cursed softly, gasping for air.

The tingling knot in your cleft dissolved from one second to the next, into hot, all-consuming waves that seemed to spread through every nerve pathway in your abdomen.

A shaky, high-pitched sigh came from your mouth, followed by his name. Gently, he helped you through the aftermath of your climax.

As your high finally ebbed slowly, you suddenly became aware that your fingers were literally clawed into his hair, and not just a little bit. Startled, you let go of him and stammered hasty apologies as he emerged from between your thighs.

Hunter laughed in amusement and rubbed his hand over his head.

"You're stronger than you look, kitten".

"I'm so sorry," you repeated still startled at yourself.

With a smile he assured you, "Don't be, I'm not made of sugar, honestly I thought it was pretty hot"

Gently, you stroked his hair as he leaned over you.

"Really? I didn't mean to be so rough, it just happened," you said, still unsure.

With a smirk, Hunter kissed your neck, his length pressed against your folds. He rolled his hips, the friction making him growl, wanting you so bad, so badly, needing you, wanting to sink into you.

"Y/N, I can hardly stand it anymore. Do you think you're ready for me?" he asked in a rough voice.

You nodded eagerly, "Yes Hunter, I am, I want to feel you inside me".

He didn't need to be told twice. Immediately at your words, he lined up with your entrance. You moaned softly as his tip parted your folds and slowly penetrated you. He was really thick, the stretch was quite a bit. His muscles were so tense they were already starting to shake. Hunter held back a lot, not wanting to hurt you in any way, so he just slowly pushed into your pussy, pushing his length deeper and deeper into you. When he finally filled you, he paused, breathing heavily.

The sergeant kissed your chin, cheek, forehead and finally gently your lips. Your fingers ran over the hard muscles under his toned skin and you clearly felt the tension in them. Your legs wrapped around him and you moved your hips, wanting to give him the relief he longed for. He took your movement as a signal and moved with you, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until obscene wet sounds filled the hull of the Marauder, accompanied by the sound of naked skin on naked skin and the lustful sounds you both made.

Leaning on his arms, his upper body hovered over you, he wanted to see you, he wanted to see what you felt. Fascinated by every little of your movements, he felt that he would not last long. It had been too long since the last time and you were just far too wonderful and overwhelming for his senses. Hunter gritted his teeth; there was no way he was going to get ahead of you.

When your heels dug right into the flesh under his butt to press him even tighter against you, he almost lost control. That you were so greedy for him almost drove Hunter crazy, in the most wonderful way.

Like a mantra, you repeated his name, gazing into his striking face, his cock deep inside you, brushing over that sweet spot over and over again. The heat spread inexorably through you, the tingle in your loins as well.

"I'm close again...I'm gonna..."

"Yes, beauty, come for me!" he pressed out, relieved and in joyful anticipation.

Your climax rang through every fiber of your body again, your walls tightening around his length. The feeling of you tightening around him swept him along with you. With a harsh moan, his thrusts became erratic, his cock twitching inside you and his hot seed filling your cleft.

Gradually your movements slowed, savoring the aftermath of your high.

Finally you both paused, breathing heavily and covered in sweat.

Suddenly Hunter laughed softly, "We should be locked in the ship more often".

A grin spread across your lips.

"That would be nice, I'd like to do it again" you admitted.

He spread sweet, soft kisses all over your face.

"Only too gladly my beautiful"

His senses were still full of you, completely befuddled and he loved it. It was the first time he was completely at peace with his oversensitive senses. To perceive you so intensely was wonderful.

#smut #the bad batch #sw tbb #tbb #star wars #clonelove #clone force 99 #hunter #clone trooper hunter #the bad batch hunter #hunter the bad batch #bad batch hunter #hunter bad batch #hunter tbb #hunter x reader #hunter x you #sergeant hunter x reader #sergeant hunter x you #sergeant hunter #tbb hunter #tbb hunter x reader #hunter smut #oneshot #x reader #xreader #clone x reader #clones x reader #x female reader #hunter x f!reader

[scarlettriot]

Stood Up

Pairing: Sero/F!Reader

Summary: When you find your dating making out with someone else at a Halloween party, Hanta swoops in and reclaims your evening, rekindling an old flame.

Contains: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Demisexual Reader, Astronomy/Greek Lore Nerd Sero, Old flame

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Demi Problems, Praise/Smidge of Degradation, Name-calling (slut & whore), Pet names (Love, good girl, pretty girl), Car Sex, F Masturbation, Oral M Receiving (Road Head) I think that's everything

A/N: This took me much longer than I expected. It's also my first time writing Sero. Given the season, I decided to add a touch of Halloween and costumes to this one.

If you'd like to read other's in the Stood Up series, here are the links:

Stood Up - Bakugo - WC 3,502

Stood Up - Kirishima - WC 3,612

Stood Up - Kaminari - WC 2,461

Word Count Starting Below: 3,494

Denki Kaminari's annual Halloween bash was in full swing by the time Hanta had arrived. He'd come straight from patrol, wrapping himself up in his own tape making a half assed mummy costume for himself. Not like anyone would notice with the flashing colored lights, loud music, and abundance of liquor.

However, Hanta didn't even make it up to the double glass front doors of Denki's home. Not before doing a double take at the very familiar pirate that ran by him.

"Y/N?" You stopped allowing him the chance to catch up to you, "Holy shit, it is you, when the hell did you get back?"

Three years you'd been gone, working in America. Time differences and busy schedules made it so the two of you barely kept in touch. It was a shame, Hanta thought, considering how close the two of you used to be.

"I- uh- just a few weeks now. I heard you were helping out with the disaster relief after that storm."

It had to be his eyes playing tricks on him, the funny colors of the dancing lights were what made your cheeks look wet, right? Those couldn't have been tears.

"I was, yeah, but I got back yesterday. I didn't know-"

"Get the hell outta here!" His head snapped back towards the front of the house, just in time to see Eijiro, dressed in an impressive werewolf costume, literally throw someone out of the party. The guy drunkenly stumbled off, Eijiro walking over towards where Hanta was standing with you. "Y/N, you good?"

You nodded while Hanta tried to piece together what'd happened. "Sorry, it took me a second to find the bastard. Do ya wanna come back in? I'll make sure he leaves."

"No, Eijiro, thanks though. I'm just gonna head home."

The wolfman frowned but understood. "We'll have a smaller party for ya! Just the gang as a welcome home! You know Denki will look for any excuse to throw a party." He turned his gaze on Hanta. "A mummy, really?"

"You've been a damn werewolf for the last two years! You don't get to give me crap."

Eijiro poked the fuzzy pointed red ears carefully set into his spiky hair. "Mina and I worked real hard on this costume... seemed like a waste to only wear it once."

"We both know you haven't just worn those once, big man."

That got a chuckle out of you while all Eijiro could do was shrug and try to hide a shit-eating grin.

He asked you again if you'd like to stay and once more you said you were going to just head home. It was when you specifically said you were going to be walking home that Hanta spoke up offering to drive you back to your home since it was Halloween and people were creeps.

You were a damn pro hero but he still didn't feel right about just letting you walk home alone.

When you agreed he told Eijiro he'd be back soon and walked over with you to his car.

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A part of you missed the old station wagon Hanta used to drive, not that this BMW he now drove wasn't absolutely amazing, you just sort of missed the comfort of the old car.

He waited until he'd reached the end of Denki's long, winding driveway to finally speak. "So, you wanna tell me what happened back there, or am I just supposed to pretend like Kiri didn't kick someone out on your behalf?"

"You could probably just ask Kiri and he'd tell you."

"I could, but, I'd like to hear it from you."

You knew you could tell him, there was nothing you couldn't tell Hanta. There was once a time when the man knew every single detail about your life. Sure, time and distance had put a strain on that relationship but you were back now. There was no reason why you couldn't at least start rebuilding what you and Hanta once had.

"Y/N, if you don't wanna say anything-"

"I was just casually seeing this guy. You know me and dating, how we don't always work out." You said abruptly and he quit talking, "And so, we weren't like official but we said we'd go to this party together. Well, I got here and went looking for him and found him making out with one of Hawks' sidekicks. I got a little upset when he noticed me and, well, he just said he found someone better."

Hanta actually stopped the car, pulled off to the side of the road, threw it in park, and looked right at you because he knew what found someone better meant exactly. You'd used those words in high school when that guy from Shiketsu that you'd been seeing got pissed off that you wouldn't put out and ended it with you. You went to his dorm crying because he 'found someone better', is what you told him. It took him a few hours to get the truth out of you.

You'd always been the kind of person to love with your entire heart but sexually, you'd confessed that you felt different from all the other kids your age back then. Not having the same urges and desires that everyone else seemed stricken with.

"Hanta, it's fine, really. Kiri heard the whole thing and, well, you saw what happened."

"Doesn't make it right! So, you went on a couple dates with a guy, that doesn't mean he just gets to expect you to put out for him! Even if you weren't demi, no one gets to just assume they deserve sex."

His lips were pressed in a narrow line, nostrils flared once in annoyance. He was usually so calm and laid back that you thought it rather cute when he got overprotective. "It's alright, Hants, really."

He still gave you a look that said he disagreed but then shook his head, dropping the subject for now at least.

"Still like those late-night drives?"

"I love them."

"Good."

Hanta waited for a car to pass and whipped the car in the other direction.

It wasn't long before he had the windows rolled down, conversations filling in the blanks of lost time, in between belting out choruses of your favorite songs. Minutes slipped by the further he drove, you lost track of both time and kilometers, letting him tell you all about the ridiculous antics the group had been up to.

Eventually, you caught the scent of salty air and even in the dark, you had a pretty good idea where Hanta was going. He followed a winding road, making two left turns and then a right leaving you on a stretch of road that paralleled the ocean.

You let your head fall against the seat, eyes falling shut and inhaling that wonderful smell you missed so much. Hanta had just one hand lazily on the wheel, his elbow resting out the open window, a relaxed smile was illuminated in soft orange lights off his dash.

You let your head roll onto his shoulder, not as easily done without the bench seat in his station wagon but it worked nonetheless. "Thanks."

His free hand came to rest on your knee, "Anytime."

He turned the wheel, pulling over and parking in front of a small beach access that you guys had found at 3 in the morning five years prior. Hanta kicked off his shoes, leaving them in the car to avoid them being sand-filled and you did the same with the knee-high boots purely because you longed to feel the sand between your toes.

The wooden planks were worn, parts buried beneath the sand until eventually, none remained. Breaking waves flooded your ears and you made a run for them! Before you could reach the lapping water though, tape had wound around your middle and yanked you backward.

"Not happening!" Hanta said firmly. "Last time I let you talk me into late-night swimming we didn't have a change of clothes either and we both got so sick! I think I might have actually died without Bakugo's soup!"

You chuckled, remembering being nineteen and curled up with Hanta on the sofa in the living room of the apartment you all shared for nearly a week. The sniffles didn't cease for almost three weeks.

"Okay, okay, no swimming." You flopped back down into the sand, his tape still attached meaning the cellophane hero was pulled down with you. "Tell me about the stars then, Hants. Who's out tonight?"

Astronomy was a hobby of Hanta's you learned about after moving into the dorms your first year. It wasn't uncommon to find him out on the roof most nights, laying on his back and looking up into the clear night sky littered with twinkling stars, usually with a joint pressed between his lips. It became almost a habit for him to grab you on his way up, pulling you along because you were more than happy listening to him tell you about each constellation and the stories behind them.

It was around this time of year, in your final year of high school; somewhere between him recalling the greek mythos of Aries and Sagittarius that you noticed your heart beating a little faster. You realized something had shifted between the two of you, and, holy shit, was this what it felt like to have a crush! When the hell did that happen?

You'd entrusted everything to Hanta back then, and now, laying in the sand shoulder to shoulder while he talked about Draco, that familiar feeling stirred again. You remembered what it was supposed to be like when you weren't forcing it for some random guy. How simple it was supposed to be.

You inclined on an elbow and he stopped mid-sentence. "Eh, everything alright?" You nodded but he looked anything but convinced, mirroring your position and asking you again.

It was easy for you to lean forward, to brush your lips against his for the first time in three years. And, when you pulled away, he looked about as shocked as he had the night you'd done it when you were eighteen.

"You- you still like me?"

When you left for America, you'd both agreed to put a pause on your sort of relationship. Free to date and screw whomever you pleased because three years was a long time and it just seemed like a fair decision to make. The realization that he might now have someone else special in his life dawned on you...

"Yeah but I totally understand if things are different now and I shoulda asked- oof!"

He kissed you so hard you toppled back into the sand, quick pecks, one right after another, ending them with a long one that nearly left you breathless.

"I didn't know how to bring it up. I didn't want to make you feel awkward about things or make you think I expected something. I thought that maybe since we didn't talk for a while your feelings might have changed."

"I can say with confidence they haven't."

"Thank fuck." He groaned and captured your lips in another searing kiss.

It was easy to lift his shirt off, the shreds of tape that remained were now covered with gritty sand that clung to your fingers as you traced the chest and torso you knew so well. Gliding over defined muscles, lingering on old scars and mapping out new ones he'd collected in your time apart.

His own hands were busy flicking open the brass fastenings of your corset, huffing about it being so much more difficult to get to your chest and something about it being very unfair.

By the time he'd undone the last one, bright headlights shown across the beach. "Shit."

Giggling ensued from the walkway and you both sighed, at least it wasn't the police or a hero patrol. Hanta gathered his shirt and ran back to his car with his hand in yours.

"I thought our days of being caught were over."

"At least it wasn't Mr. Aizawa this time."

A chill ran down your spine remembering the night and the lecture you'd received when your teacher had caught Hanta sneaking out of your room early one morning.

"So, uh, do you still plan on going to Denki's party?" You asked innocently enough but Hanta knew you far too well.

"I think I'm gonna miss it this year." His hand found a home on your upper thigh. "Apparently, you and I have a lot of catching up to do. Lost time to make up for and all that."

"Too bad you don't have that old station wagon anymore. If you did, we wouldn't have to wait to get back."

Dark eyes glanced over at you not so subtly parting your legs.

"I dunno. It's not too often I travel in the backseat of my own car but I've been told it's pretty roomy. Lots of legroom."

Your hand ran over your legs, dipping down to lightly brush your more sensitive parts, thankful you opted for the thin pair of black leggings rather than the dark skinny jeans. Your fingers danced again and this time you let a soft moan pass your lips. "Eyes on the road, Hants."

"That's a little hard to do when I've got you spread out in the passenger's seat." He grabbed your free hand and pressed it against the bulge in his pants. "You've got me distracted, filthy little woman."

You appreciated him testing the waters, a subtle way of checking if you liked those nicknames he used only in private with you, giving you a chance to protest if your likes had changed. They were one's that only felt right coming from him and you were eager to hear more.

Forgoing your own high, you leaned over the center console as best you could, undoing his belt first, followed quickly by his zipper letting his strained cock be free.

His grip tightened on your leg when you kissed the tip of him. "Just like old times, huh?"

A chuckle turned quickly into a moan, taking him in your mouth, pushing yourself further on his cock, fighting your gag reflex to get him down your throat. Hanta reclined his seat further, giving you more room to work with.

Your legs clenched tighter with every groan you pulled from him, wiggling your hips in the seat, letting a hand fall back between your own legs. There was an attempt of a moan around his cock when his fingers coiled in your hair. "Such a good slut. Keep fuckin' goin'." He let you continue at your own speed, needing to focus as best he could on the road rather than what you were doing but, damn, you were making that increasingly difficult.

He wasn't stopping you though. He rarely did. You'd sucked him off on countless drives before and only stopped when- "That's it." He lifted you off him by your hair at the same time he pulled off the road. There was a convenient turn-off, hidden by overgrown brush you noticed before he shut off the headlights.

Hanta took you by the chin, smearing drool. "Backseat, pretty girl." He reached into the glove box and pulled out a foil wrapper, "What do you say we test out that legroom?"

He wait to watch your smile grow wide before crawling into the back because he had to be the first to go if this had any chance of working. Once situated, pants under his thighs, he patted his lap for you to climb over.

You slid easily onto his lap, hands traveling up and over his shoulders, kissing hard while you rocked your hips against impossibly hard length.

There was so much comfort in the familiarity of him. It wasn't awkward to fall back into rhythm with Hanta, to remember that he loved the feeling of your nails dragging down his chest. And he was just as eager to get your shirt off, reach your breasts he'd missed so much, and get his tongue on your nipples.

Your head tipped backward, loving the pace he set, hips bouncing creating the perfect tug on your nipples between his teeth.

"Love, if I promise to buy you a new pair, can I rip these damn leggings? They're just so thin and-"

"Please." Your breathy moan had him smirking and with a single grunt the leggings were ruined, cool air from the vents had only a moment to touch your bare ass before Hanta's hands reclaimed it.

There was no way he hadn't felt your arousal before ripping your clothes off, you soaked through your panties and leggings, you knew that, but that didn't stop him from commenting on how soaked you were now on his fingers. "Want me inside you, whore? I think you do."

You nodded with a whimper and he slipped a finger in. "Hants, noo- I- I want your cock, please."

"You're gonna take my fingers like a good little slut first." You clenched at the words falling from his mouth. "So fuckin' tight you can barely take a finger. How'm I supposed to fit in here if you can even take a single finger? Need you to loosen up, alright." He pushed another finger in, scissoring the two inside you.

"This gonna make you cum? You need this bad, don't you? Tell me. Tell me how bad you need to cum."

"I want it. Please, please, I need it. I'm so close," You babbled and ripped the foil open with his teeth, rolling it with one hand on his cock. In an instant, his fingers had been replaced with this dick. Sticky fingers on your ass helping you ease down on him with a hiss.

"Fuck," Hanta let out a throaty chuckle, "You still fuckin' feel the absolute best." He dropped a kiss between your breasts, letting you adjust to his girth. "Perfect. Good girl. Such a fuckin' good little slut."

He wasn't about to last long. Not once you started bouncing up and down on him, your tits right in front of his face.

"Couldn't even wait for me to get you home, had to fucking tease me in the damn car." He held onto the fat of your ass, pulling you along him and slamming you down hard.

"Kinda pathetic how desperate you are. Fuck. Kinda hot too."

When the top of your head bumped the roof of the car, he scooted lower, trying to give you as much room to ride him however you pleased.

"What do you need? You wanna cum, don't you, pretty girl, what do you need?"

"Faster, faster please."

Hanta shifted even lower, making you grab onto the two headrests while he thrust his hips up into you at a rapid speed. His thumb on your clit was the additional stimulation you needed to fall over the edge. Nails clawing at the black leather as he continued to moan below you now chasing his own release.

You stayed poised above him, using every last bit of strength to stay upright until his mouth was rambling and his cock pulsed inside of you. Fingers bruising your skin before holding your pelvis snuggly against his.

He was bent in a way that looked entirely uncomfortable and yet he still smiled so widely. Reaching up to brush hair out of your eyes, "You okay?"

"Perfects, Hants. A little sore but I'm sure you are too." He moved off his lap, letting him slip out of you with a groan, "Is your neck gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine. Having you back, love, is more than worth a little bit of a neck cramp."

As he tied a knot in the condom, depositing it into a plastic bag he had tucked away under his seat, Hanta raised a brow, "Love, really, are you alright? Please, tell me if I hurt you at all."

"No! I'm good, why?"

"You're sitting silly."

You were sitting a little odd, perched on your knees rather than sitting on your ass because the leather was chilly and you told Hanta as much making him laugh. "Wait, I think I can help." He leaned back to the front of the car, flicking a button making it glow. Once he tucked himself back in his pants he hopped out of the car and you could see him rummaging in his trunk through the rear window.

"I keep forgetting to take this out from our camping trip a couple months ago. Guess it turned out to be a good thing." He laid the blanket down over the passenger's seat, declaring that should help a bit.

You wrapped the now toasty warm blanket around your bottom half while Hanta drove back towards the city, your head on his shoulder, his hand on your thigh.

"So, shopping tomorrow? I believe I owe you a pair of leggings..."

"It's a date."

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