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questionableratatouille00 · 3 months

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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐’𝘥 𝘋𝘰 (𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘠𝘰𝘶)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky explore ways to practice non-sexual intimacy.

Warnings: Non-sexual nudity, implied past SA, bad therapist Dr. Raynor, showering together, implied panic attack, let me know if anything else needs to be tagged.

Help! I haven’t read the first part!

“You struggle with intimacy.” Dr. Raynor’s unmistakable voice rang through his head.

He glared at her, his brows furrowed. “What?” His voice was slightly hoarse, so the word came out all croaky.

“You struggle with intimacy.” She repeated. “It’s common in victims of sexual abuse and assault. And you’ve got over fifty years of that.”

Bucky grimaced at her blunt choice of words. “So..what?”

“So, we’ve got a lot to work on. You’ve got any relationships? Friends, partners?” Dr. Raynor asked. “What about the girl you’ve mentioned?”

“I have friends.” He grumbled.

“Good. What about your relationship with your girlfriend? Are you two intimate?”

He clenched his fists. “That doesn’t sound like a professional question. Do you ask all your clients about their sex lives?”

“Just answer the question, Mr. Barnes. Are you intimate with your girlfriend?”

“No.” The word rotted in his mouth. He felt an overwhelming sense of shame as he was positive that Raynor was disappointed for some reason.

She scribbled something down in her notebook and Bucky felt like he was going to throw up.

“Try and build up trust and intimacy through non-sexual means.” She suggested.

When he raised a brow, she continued. “Cuddling together. Sleeping next to each other. Take baths or showers together. Be naked around each other. Work up to that one slowly.”

He didn’t think it would help his weird sex problems.

“Ask for what you need. The world won’t end.”

Bucky just shook his head bitterly, looking away as he clenched his metal fist tighter.

“…Hey.” You whispered as you looked at him. He felt a smile creep onto his face.

“Hey.” He echoed.

“You’re watching me while I sleep, now?” You chuckled.

“Maybe.” He gently played with a strand of your hair.

“You alright?” Your voice was warm, sleepy. He felt a warmth bloom within his chest.

“Mhm.” He answered after a moment. “Y/n?” He asked gently after your eyes fluttered back shut.

“Hm?” You didn’t open your eyes.

“Can..can we cuddle?” He asked. To his surprise, the world didn’t end.

“What?” You blinked your eyes open. He felt a pit of shame form in his stomach.

“Never mind. It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” He shook his head.

“No, no. What did you say?” You smiled encouragingly.

“…I asked if we could cuddle.” He muttered. He asked for what he needed. And the world didn’t end.

“Sure, hon. You want me to hold you? Or..” You offered.

He nodded. “I want you to hold me. Please.”

You lifted your arm, and he awkwardly shuffled over towards you, not quite sure what to do. “What..where do I—“

You chuckled a little, shifting slightly to lay on your back. “Just lay your head on my chest, if you’re comfortable.”

He nodded, doing so. He could hear your heartbeat. His right hand drifted to your stomach to gently play with the fabric of your shirt.

“This all right?” You asked gently as you rubbed circles into his back.

He nodded. “Yeah. Thank you.” He said earnestly.

“Anytime. Always.”

“Hey, honey?” He asked suddenly as he dried the last plate.

“Hm?” You turned off the sink and turned to look at him.

C’mon. Don’t back at now, he told himself. “Do you..do you want to take a shower together?”

He watched as your eyebrows raised. But the world didn’t end.

“Yeah. We can do that. You sure you want to? There’s never any rush.” You assured him. He knew you meant well, but he felt like you were treating him like he was glass.

“I’m sure, honey.” He exhaled. “I’m..not glass. You don’t need to walk on eggshells around me.”

“I know, baby. I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was.”

“It’s okay. I’m—I’m not mad. I just wanted you to know that you don’t need to treat me differently.”

“Alright. No differences. Scout’s Honor.” You did the Girl Scout sign with your hand.

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Let’s go shower.” You suggested, and he nodded as he followed you to the bathroom.

He watched as you turned on the shower, waiting for it to warm up as he grabbed two towels.

He watched as you pulled off your shirt. You were absolutely gorgeous, and he couldn’t help but stare.

You chuckled a little as you caught him, and he smirked slightly. He pulled off his own shirt, and that’s when things felt a little off. Not inherently bad, but…wrong.

He tried to push away the feeling as you stripped down to your underwear.

He fiddled with the button and zipper of his jeans. He barely noticed as his breathing began to become more intense.

“Buck?” Your voice snapped him from his thoughts.

“What?” His voice sounded strange to his own ears.

“You’re breathing all weird. You okay?”

“I..I can’t.” He shook his head, before rubbing at his eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay. No worries. Today’s not the day; no rush.”

He frowned deeply. “I’m sorry.” And he felt sorry. He felt like shit.

You reached for his hand. He let you take it.

“Don’t be sorry.” You rubbed his knuckles with your thumb.

He gave you a small, weak smile. “Okay.” He failed. It didn’t work out. He had to be at least somewhat broken.

But the world didn’t end then, either.

“I want to try again.” He told you a few weeks later.

“Try..what?” You raised a brow.

“Showering together.” He stated.

“Okay. Now?”

He nodded. “Now.”

“Okay. Let’s do it.” You agreed, and you both walked to the bathroom together.

This time, he pulled off his shirt and sweatpants with ease, standing there in his black boxers.

You pulled off all your clothes, checking the water to make sure it was warm.

Slowly, but surely, he slid his boxers down his legs and stepped out of them. He stood before you, completely naked, but he knew that you didn’t have a single thought of judgment in your mind.

“You wanna get in first?” You offered. He shook his head. Logically, he knew it didn’t really matter who got in first. But he figured that maybe a sense of being sure he was able to leave would help him if he needed it.

He watched as you stepped into the shower.

And then he did. And the world hadn’t ended.

He smiled at you as he stood so close to you. Close, but not touching. And it was perfect.

“We did it.” He grinned.

“We did.” You grinned up at him lovingly.

He’d done it. Even if it was only a step in a long process, he’d done it.

And the world didn’t end.

A/n: wanted to post this.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #hydra trash party #bucky barnes whump #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic

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skylarsblue · 1 month

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★RDR2 Incorrect Quotes★

(If you see duplicates from my COD version of these? Shh, no you didn't) ★Border made by @fairytopea★

Ms.Grimshaw What are you doing, you oaf? Young!Arthur, staring at Y/N: They’re pretty. Ms.Grimshaw …and you’re ugly, now get back to work.

- (Pre-joining the gang) Abigail, trying to get paid: What’s your favorite color, John? John: Blue. No, green. Abigail: Awesome! I love learning about you. John: I fucked up, it’s yellow.

- Arthur, cutting a huge knot out of John’s hair: I fucked up, we gotta go bald. *head locks him still* Young!John, flailing violently: WAAAAAHHHH-

Seán: Psst, Lenny, ay mate, wake up! Lenny: Huh- Wh-what? What is it? Seán: I heard something outside the tent. Lenny: What? Seán: Like a woman crying in the distance, but I couldn’t hear her footsteps. Lenny: Okay?? What do you want me to do? Seán: Come look with me! Lenny: Hell no! Seán: Why not? Lenny: I got too much melanin and too much sense for that white people shit. You wanna let demons get you, be my guest, leave me out of it.

- (John HAD to have SOMETHING that captivated her, for humor’s sake? We’ll say he had jokes)

Abigail: You have to find my darling husband, I’m so worried about him. Arthur: Seriously, what do you see in that guy? Abigail: He makes me laugh.

- Micha: I've got the urge to say something. Arthur: And what's that? Micha: The N-Word- Arthur: WHOA-

- Bill: But seriously, is it your whole emo thing that she’s into or what? John: …yeah, long flowing straight hair, very emo.

- Karen: This- Hmm. Tilly: Be nice. Karen: I’m findin’ it. Mary-Beth: …it takes you that long to find- Karen: It does, it does.

- (O’Driscoll troubles) Kieran: Arthur we’re going to get murdered. We’re going to get murdered by a man who can’t tie a fucking bow tie. Arthur: At least he won’t torture us, can’t tie a rope either.

- John: Ugh, you know they’re gonna make us do one of those tacky family happiness photos that comes in the restaurants shitty frame. Tilly: Why are you so fucking negative all the time? John: Wh- uh- I just- Arthur: *slowly sucks tea through straw*

- Seán: Someone just said; “You’re a criminal!” Seán: *handkerchief on, gun in one hand, bag of money in the other* Seán: Well I’ll tell ya what, Sherlock Holmes. You are unbelievable.

- The Gang: Arthur is dying and Micha is a rat! Dutch, dancing with money: *insert that audio that goes “I don’t give a fuck cause I’m a ✨millionaire✨, I do what I want, middle finger in the air!”*

- John, drunk: You think the wind is ever tryna tell us something and we don’t know how to hear it anymore? Charles, loading up a drunk Arthur into a wagon: I just want you to stop saying odd shit.

- Abigail: If we lose, I’m gonna cut the judge. John: Wh- you brought your switchblade?? Abigail: Mhm. John: But they patted us down on the way in, where did you hide i- ohhhhhhh.

- Arthur: …you ever wish you could just, turn into a bird and fly away from everything? Charles: I think we need to get you to a therapist for depression. John: I’d wanna be a wolf. Charles: And we should get you psych evaluation for Autism.

- Sheriff: You seem like a reasonable and good natured person. Arthur: *looks around* And you look like you need glasses.

- Abigail: What would your father say?! Jack: Uhhh “I’ll fix it!” And then make it worse until luck comes around and makes it work, and then act like that was the plan the whole time? Abigail: …that’s my bad, I should’ve used a different phrase to express my disappointment.

- (I dunno why but John being super mean to some people is so fucking funny to me. I don't hate Bill, but bullying him is fun)

Bill: You enjoyin’ the wife everyone else paid to have? John: You mean the woman I never had to pay for? The woman who liked me so much, she didn’t ask for any money to sleep with me? In fact; she liked me so much, she married me? The woman who makes me a warm dinner and kisses me everyday? Mother of my child? John: I am enjoyin’ yeah. What about you, Bill? Bill: John: You enjoyin’ your lonely life, you unlovable sorry sack of shit? You enjoyin’ having to pay for someone to pretend they like you? Cause they never actually do. They hate you actually, like me. I hate you. Eat shit and die, Bill.

- Arthur: …him? Really? Mary-Beth Don’t be mean! Arthur: He looks like a rescue dog, Mary-Beth. Mary-Beth: I know, I like that! Arthur: ….you like that?? Mary-Beth: His pathetic wet eyes and general wimpy stature have captivated me. Arthur: *sigh* Whatever makes you happy.

- Bill: At the end of the day, Arthur. I am a MAN. Arthur: A MAN WHO’S GAY. You like fellers GETTHATTHROUGHYOURHEAD!

- Dutch: I have a plan. Hosea: You haven’t planned shit. Dutch: I’ve planned it.

- Hosea: Arthur! What on earth are you doing?! Young!Arthur: Getting rid of this demon. Young!John: *screeching and trying to get out of Arthur’s grip* Hosea: And why do you plan to get rid of him? Arthur: Because, Hosea! He woke me up by leaning over me and whispering, “I know what death feels like, it’s cold. Have you felt death?” Arthur: HE’S CLEARLY EVIL, HOSEA Hosea: That’s just how children are, Arthur. Dutch: He’s right son, put the boy down. Dutch, leaning and whispering to Hosea: But maybe we should buy a Bible just in case. Hosea: And a cross.

- (Modern au and suicide joke)

John: It’s not a phase! It’s a lifestyle, you just wouldn’t get it! Arthur: You think I didn’t go through the “I can’t tell if I want to kill myself or everyone around me” phase? Come on. John: What? I don’t wanna kill myself at all. Arthur: … John: … John: Should I- should we go talk to Hose- Arthur: We should forget this conversation happened. Take this Nirvana CD and keep your mouth shut.

- Abigail: …John. John: Yes, my angel? Abigail: You forgot something. John: No I didn’t! I took the list with me, checked it three times, even crossed things off when I put it in the cart! See, look. Apples, frozen hamhocks, cranberry juice- Abigail: John. You took Jack with you. John: Abigail: John: Abigail: John: SHIT I LEFT HIM BY THE PASTA SECTION Abigail: STOP STANDING THERE AND GO GET HIM!

- Jack: Pa, how did you get mom to marry you? John: Well son, I- John: John: I have no idea. Jack: Should I ask mom? John: I’ll be honest, I don’t think she knows the answer either.

- Charles: You did good back there. Arthur: Oh? Heh, nah, you did all the fancy stuff. I just helped. Charles: Don’t undersell yourself, Arthur. I wouldn’t be complimenting you for no reason. Arthur: Oh yeah? And here I thought you were just trying to fluff up my ego. Charles: Wouldn’t hurt to do when you work so hard, no? Arthur: Now you’re just being’ sweet- John: Can y’all wait til we’re done before you start your spiritual dick sucking? Arthur: Can you repent to the lord fast enough to save your soul in the time it’ll take me to throw you into the damn ocean, Marston?!

- Arthur: Do you even have a brain? John: Do you even have someone that loves you? Arthur: John: John: I heard it that time, I’m sorry. Arthur: This is what Abigail hears sometimes, just so you know. John: I heard it that time, I got it. I- I’ll just- Arthur: Whiskey, full bottle. The nice kind. John: Apology alcohol, got it.

NPC: My husband’s parents are so crazy. In-laws always are, huh? Abigail: Well, uh-

*John being an orphan* *John’s adoptive dads being criminals, one particularly off his rocker*

Abigail: ….aha, yeah;;

- Abigail: John Marston, you useless, foolish, stupid man! Bill: To hell with John! Abigail, suddenly with a very large gun: NO ONE INSULTS MY HUSBAND.

- Arthur, holding up a proper painting he actually put time and effort into: Could a depressed person make this? Charles: The painting: *a wolf in the rain laying it’s head over the body of a deer shot with an arrow* Charles: I’m, in fact, more convinced you have depression now. Arthur: …yeah this wasn’t the best evidence for my argument, huh? Charles: No. Not at all.

- John: What are you talking about? That’s completely normal, it’s like having opinions. just cause it doesn’t happen to you doesn’t mean- Tilly: No, John! No. It’s not normal to have that reaction to the sound of hearing metal on metal. John: No look, uh- Arthur! Arthur come here! Arthur: What now? John: What happens when you hear metal on metal? Like, a can bein’ rubbed with a knife. Arthur: Ugh, I hate that sound. It makes my damn skin crawl, like I got beetles underneath. Makes me wanna skin myself to get’em out. John: Right! See, Tilly? It’s not just me! Tilly: ????

Charles: …and you never got them evaluated? Hosea: In hindsight, an autistic diagnosis probably would’ve made more things make sense. But, what can ya do.

- Arthur after a dog didn’t positively react to him: Maybe this is my final straw. Charles: No. Arthur: It might be. Charles: It’s one dog. There are twenty that you stopped to pet along the way here, plenty more for you to pet after this. Arthur: You don’t understand, this is devastatin’. Charles: Arthur, please- Arthur: Utterly devastatin’, Charles.

- Arthur, tipsy: Just cause you’re gorgeous don’t mean I’ma do whatever you say. Charles: Drink the water, Arthur. Arthur: *grabs the glass* Yes, sir.

- (Got a Y/N one, also, modern Au)

Arthur: That’s the Aberdeen farm. Y/N: …what’s wrong with it? Arthur: What’cha mean? Y/N: The vibes, they’re off. Arthur: …the…vibes? Y/N: The energy, Mister Morgan. The vibe of the place. They’re off, they’re weird, wack even. I sense insidious and wretched wavelengths wafting from the aura of that property. Arthur: I see…well, to answer your question, it’s cause they are weird. And I ain’t even confirmed why cause I don’t really wanna know. Y/N: I see you can also sense the vibes are rank. Arthur: …sure, whatever that means.

- Micha: Well I think- Y/N: Well I’m certain no one fucking asked, Micha! Not a single damn person asked what the hell you thought, ever! In fact, I’m pretty sure you don’t think. I’m pretty sure your skull fills with all the bullshit in your organs, and it just spills out your mouth! Micha: Micha: I- Y/N: Shut up, Micha!

- Arthur, after Albert explains some super dangerous plan in order to get wild animals near him to photograph: You’re stupid, I like that in a man.

- Y/N: Bye Arthur, bye Karen, bye Hosea, bye Arthur. Sadie: You said ‘bye Arthur’ twice. Y/N: I like Arthur.

- NPC: Lovebirds, eh? Sadie: Arthur: Sadie: I’d rather eat a poison ivy plant with Holly Berries for dressing. *looks at Arthur* No offense. Arthur: No no, none taken. All things considered, I’d rather dive into a pit of tar and then drag myself face first through a plain of rotten chitlins. Sadie: Completely fair!

- Bill: I need you to realize you ain’t in charge here. Y/N: I need you to realize I don’t give a shit.

- Arthur: Hey Charles, uh, I got an Uhm…a spiritual question. Charles: Any particular reason you chose to ask me? Arthur: Uh well- I didn’t mean for it to be like that- I just- Charles: *sigh* What is it? Arthur: Do you know what it means when an elk stands up on its back legs? Charles: That means- Charles: WE SHOULD LEAVE, we need to leave, that’s what that means!

- Jack: …why are your boobs so big? Charles: They’re not boobs. Jack: Do you have to wear a brasier? Charles: *sigh* Arthur: He asked me the same thing a couple weeks ago, don’t think to hard bout it.

(Story spoilers!!) Y/N: I'm sorry, let me get this straight. Y/N: You picked up that man when he was a destitute child, grieving and starving. Taught him almost everything he knows. Y/N: Then, you did that with, what? Three others? In similar circumstances? Y/N: Created a sense of family and community, a strong bond between so many misfortuned people. With your trustworthy long term friend by your side. Y/N: And then. Y/N: One RAT. WHO IS OPENLY ANTAGONISTIC AND REEKS OF SUSPICION AS MUCH AS HE DOES HORSE SHIT, SOMEHOW CONVINCES YOU TO GO OFF YOUR ROCKER AND HARM YOUR GANG?! Y/N: Explain! Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: He praised me- Y/N: YOUR PRAISE KINK GOT YOU TO AIM A GUN AT YOUR SONS????

- Arthur: Naaah they’re an angel. Lenny: They punched Bill in the face. Seán: They told Strauss he was a waste of human material, in his own language, which they’re not fluent in. Mary-Beth: They framed Micha for a crime and got him put in prison again. Arthur: Like I said, an angel!

- John: Woman. (Translation: Darling.) Abigail: Moron. (Translation: Lovebug.)

Arthur: You tellin’ me they’re being affectionate right now? Jack: Can’t’cha read subtext, Uncle Arthur? Arthur: ???

(Insert Alcohol is truth serum reference)

Drunk Bill: Not to be gay, but you’re gorgeous bro. Kieran, afraid: You don’t have to be gay to appreciate a man’s beauty. Absolutely shit-faced Bill: Nah, like I’d fuck you, bro. Kieran, terrified: Okay, never mind!

- (How I imagine their first couple years together went)

Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: How do you feel about me? Hosea, naked & beside him: ….we’re sharin’ a bedroll, Dutch. Dutch: Yes, but what are we, Hosea? Hosea: ….we’re both naked, alone, in a tent, Dutch. Dutch: That doesn’t answer my question. Hosea:

- (This one's sad, not funny, sorry-) John: You’re such a hypocrite, why is it that anything I do that you’ve done before that you get so bent outta shape?! Arthur: Because I’ve done it before you, John. John: So why do you think it’s fair to tell me not to?! Most people are proud when their younger brother ends up like’em. You don’t want anyone like you, is that it? Arthur: John: John: …oh. Arthur: Now that you got my point, will you take my god damn advice without a big fuss…please.

- John: She drives me insane! She somehow managed to make me the angriest I’ve ever been almost daily. NPC: Then leave her. John: The fu- no. What? She’s the wind beneath my wings, my darling wife, my beautiful angel. How the hell could you even think to suggest such a thing? NPC: But- John: Get outta my sight, you fuckin’ disgrace.

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babyjakes · 6 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | massage

pairing | massage therapist!andy barber x reader

warnings | andy’s soooo soft and sweet <3. err, some sort of violation of massage therapy ethics lol. me kind of not knowing how a massage works. my shameless hand kink. fingering. praising/encouragement. squirting. he cleans her up after :)

word count | 897

an | big thankyou to @starksbabie for letting me ask weird questions about massage practices lol. sorry if this still didn’t seem realistic, i’ve never had a massage before 😭

okay but 😳 getting a massage from andy? 😏

he’s a professional ofc!! recommended to you by a friend who’s noticed how tense and stressed you’ve been lately. “he’s the best, those hands are magic!”

he’s got a little private office built off of his home. he greets you when you arrive, guiding you back into the private room with the table. “go ahead and undress for me, honey. hop up and lay on your back when you’re ready; you can cover yourself with the sheet if you like.” he gives you a few minutes of privacy to let you do as he instructed. all you can think about is how handsome he is 🥲 your friend should’ve warned you this guy’s a total dilf lol

he comes back in and dims the lights, making his outline just barely visible against the few dull lamps stationed around the room. washes his hands at the sink in the corner before coming to stand at your side, pumping some oil onto his large hands. he can see you’re trembling a little 🥺

“easy sweetheart, just relax. i’ll be gentle, i promise.” his voice is so soothing and warm, it’s hard not to trust him

he starts things out innocent enough, moving the sheet and working your calves and around your knees. murmuring soothing words as he notes your jumpiness, “deep breaths, good.” “that feel okay?” “a little tight here, honey. let’s see if we can help with that-” his hands are so strong yet gentle 💕

he gradually works his way up to your thighs. the outsides first, then the tops. you try your best to fight off any inappropriate thoughts or feelings, but there’s just something about his dark figure towering over you, his massive hands, his low, soothing voice…

“gonna open up your legs a bit, princess. you’ve got some tightness here,” you jump as his long fingers are trailing to the insides of your thighs. he opens them just a few inches at first, guiding your knees to fall apart. you’re glad the room is so dark; you’re sure you’re making the most humiliating faces at this point 🥲 he works at your sore inner thighs as you try to ignore the fact that your bare pussy is now on display for his trained eyes and hands

he makes his way up to the tender space where your legs meet your groin. a whimper escapes your lips, heat rushing to your cheeks

he pauses. “sweetheart.” his voice is so dangerously low, with just a hint of tentativeness. he takes a deep breath, exhaling audibly before continuing. “i wanna help you, baby. will you let me?” his hands are guiding your knees further apart, hooking them over each side of the table to let your calves dangle down towards the floor.

you close your eyes, trying not to let your voice tremble as you give a soft, “mhm,” nodding your head. it’s all the answer he needs

he pumps some more oil onto his hands, warming them gently for a few moments before returning to the side of the table. you can just barely see his form leaning down a bit to get as good of a view as he can. his hands are careful as they land on either side of your needy cunt. you don’t get to see the smile spreading across his face as he catches a glimpse of your wetness, shining subtly in the darkness

he uses one large hand to part your pussy lips, the other dragging a few fingers up through your puddle. he hums in approval as your body jerks sensitively. he strokes the pads of his fingers broadly over your clit for a few moments, paying attention to how your body responds. when your knees shake and your little feet kick gently, he moves to press two fingers up into your soaking hole as the others continue on your burning button

“keep breathing for me, baby. that feel good?” you offer a mumbled confirmation, your head nodding almost desperately as his strong digits stretch you out. the sensation of fullness almost does you in alone- and then he starts pumping his fingers into you, curling them ever-so-slightly up to reach your sweet spot

you let out some mixture between a moan and a cry, your hips bucking up instinctively to match his pace. “good, that’s good, honey. keep going for me, that’s it…” he forces your mound back with his fingers, swirling his thumb quicker over your hardened nub. “come on, baby. give it to me, almost there…”

you come right on his fingers with a string of jumbled cries. “goood,” he croons, keeping up his pace to coax your orgasm out of you. he smiles as he feels you squirting out against his hands before things finally begin to ease up

he slows to a gentle stop, reaching for a towel with one hand as he continues stroking your inner thigh with the other. after wiping off the mess you made from his fingers, he gently moves to find something to clean you off with, turning the lights up a little to make the room more visible

“feeling better?” he asks when he returns to your side. you just nod pathetically, a sweet look of humiliation settling on your face as he gets to cleaning you up 😌

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fuyupeach · 11 months

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Unintentional (Not Really)

Miguel O’Hara x Gender Neutral! Reader

When on a mission between just Miguel and yourself, things go not as planned: not at all. Miguel thinks he might lose the reader, and finds he's more attached to you than he thought he was.

Leave it to this movie to break me out of my writing break, haha! Fastest I’ve ever written a one-shot this long. Enjoy! Also on AO3 here.

WC: 4,125k

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Miguel was… well, to put it concisely, very interesting.

The very last thing you expected was to become a Spider, and even less than that did you expect there to be a hub of Spider people all in one place far in the future… to be honest, you were more surprised about there being a (very much needed) therapist Spider-Man and a kitchen-café-food-area-thing than you were to know that there were multiple dimensions in which each Spider dealt with. You were subtly appreciative of being in a universe where technology had had plenty of time to improve, granting you the luxury of fanfic. No one needed to know that was why you were able to understand the concept of Canon events so quickly.

You had just wrapped up a mission containing an anomaly, silently snacking on a banana you snagged on the way to Miguel’s office as he oh so slowly descended from his platform. He may be cute, but you were tempted to tamper with the damn thing if it meant you didn’t have to waste precious seconds waiting for him to speak. Who was he, Batman? He was also lucky the back view while you waited was so visually appealing… you made sure to keep your face calm, lips twitching to smile like a gremlin at your thoughts.

You had been partnered with Mr. Spider-Punk himself. While you and Hobie got along swimmingly, you knew you would always be delegated debriefing duty when it came down to speaking to Miguel. It was both a perk and a massive disadvantage when you were tired and no longer felt the urge to speak for the rest of the day. Today was one of those days, though you will pat yourself on the back for not growing too impatient today as your thoughts traveled to your comfy bed, it’s soft sheets you recently washed, pillows fluffy and decadent—man, you were tired. You’d probably be hangry too if you hadn’t snagged that banana. It would have to do for now. You could swear you hear Hobie snicker behind you, as if he could read your thoughts.

Glancing lazily over to the ever slow platform, you’re mildly surprised to see that Miguel is looking right back at you, eyes glowing a subtle red in the low lit room. You straighten out, swallowing your bite of banana before speaking.

“It almost feels like you came down quicker today,” you start, tone friendly. “Everything went as usual. Or, ideal, I suppose I should say.”

Miguel’s face was in its usual slight frown, the pout of his lips appealing to your eyes as always. “You closed a tear in a universe’s most frequently trafficked area and that’s the extent of your report?”

You swallow another bite of banana, blinking. “I could go into detail on how I almost fell into said tear—in which I did thank Hobie for saving me—but I don’t think that’s very interesting or relevant. I’m quite tired, your majesty.”

Miguel sighs, fingers rising to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“I’ll read your report later, then.”

“Mhm.” You hum, eating the last section of your banana, chucking it in a nearby trash can. Perks of spider-sense, you didn’t even need to look.

“Dismissed, then?” Hobie chimes in, rising from the table he snuck over to lay on somehow during your conversation.

“..Dismissed.” Miguel sighs again, already turning back towards his holographic monitors. Hobie needed no more words as he nodded his head at you in goodbye before beelining for the doors.

“I keep telling you you’re going to have even more wrinkles on that pretty face of yours if you keep sighing and frowning all the time,” you call out before he can start rising back up. Miguel stills for a brief second, a quarter of his face hidden from your view as you smile slightly. “And get some rest while you’re at it. I know I will.”

“The fate of the multiverse—“

“Yes, yes, I know, O’Hara. Goodnight.” You wave over your shoulder as you depart, hand raising to your mouth to cover the yawn you let out.

Your relationship with Miguel was probably no different from everybody else. You had your moments where you’d feel you’d become amiable at the very least, given how often you had to speak to the guy. He made you nervous at first, being a terribly attractive person, but he was intense. There was an air around him that seemed to push others away—subconsciously, instinctively? Maybe both. It didn’t help that he seemed to align with your (questionable?) type of men. It was also hard to continue to be nervous when he had a baby crawling all over him whenever Peter B. swung by, and even less so when his serious moments were broken by his AI, Lyla. Miguel was surprisingly… cute. You could imagine the multitude of others that know him looking at you as if you had grown two heads and four arms. What’s not to like about fangs? Tall men? Very muscular, quiet, brooding, men?

Hm. You were starting to see why they might look at you that way.

One thing you learned from your still short experience as a Spider, however, was the importance of time. You—well, thanks to Miguel, you kind of can—never know when the last time you will be able to speak or see someone is, and unfortunately one of the reasons why is death. It breaks your spirit just to reminisce on what could have been.

As you became more comfortable around Miguel, you began to test the waters on what to say and how he’d react. Tomorrow is rarely ever guaranteed in your line of work, so if you had to push past a massive spring of nerves to flirt with your hot coworker you might never see again, then dammit that was what you were going to do. He wasn’t really one to react much outwardly to your small advances, but he wasn’t exactly protesting them completely either. One time when you were out for about a week due to your own universe’s conflicts, you could’ve sworn you felt the man staring at you longer than usual when you were silent upon your return. You were eating at the Spider-Cafeteria, and was surprised to see Miguel there. There was always a 30/50 chance you’d see him anywhere except his office, the odds rising to 50/50 on empanada days. There wasn’t really much to say, but as you got up to put your used dishes on the return rack, he spoke.

“No drink?”

Your eyes widen a bit as you turn back around to face him, pleasantly surprised. You smile. “Nah, but I guess I could grab some water. It’s not really something I think of when it comes to soup.” You chuckle for a few seconds.

“Here.” Almost like a magic trick, Miguel slides a small bottle of water towards you, silent as you blink back at him. Well, he is Spider-Man. You guess there could be other things to be more surprised by.

“Oh. Thanks, Miguel.” Your smile widens a bit more as you take the bottle from him, your hand brushing against his (you totally did that on purpose).

“I think he liiikess youuu.”

The two of you jump at the sound of a new voice, eye contact breaking.

“Lyla.”

“I had to say something. This tension is drawing out a little too long for me–”

“LYLA–” Miguel swats at where she floats in between the two of you, large hands just a millimeter away from yourself. You briefly wonder how the size of said hands would compare to the size of your waist. Lyla appears in a different spot behind Miguel, smirking.

“Outta hereeee.” She winks at you before disappearing completely. You’re greeted with the delicious sight of Miguel’s shoulders and back sagging slightly, muscles contracting with his movement. You honestly found it pretty cute how despite how many times Lyla has no doubt teased this man to hell and back, he still reaches to grab her as if she has a physical form to do so. You keep your giggle to yourself, smile betraying your lack of laughter. You decide to give him a break today, turning back around to get rid of your dishes.

“Thanks again for the water, Miguel.” You shake the bottle over your shoulder as you walk away, confidence and mirth fueling each step.

– –

Well… damn.

You’re actually pretty pissed that this rhino out of all the other ones you’ve seen and dealt with is giving you this much trouble. It was only yourself and Miguel on this mission, so it seemed pretty low difficulty. That difficulty was raised the moment he decided to plow through the city and onto one of its main bridges, surrounded by cars and–you guessed it–people. This Rhino was actually quite smart compared to the others. You heave a sigh as you swing around gathering another group of civilians to safety, narrowly avoiding a large chunk of building that flew your way as the Rhino surged forward elsewhere. That was Miguel’s problem until you completely cleared the area. Times like this made you appreciate that your universe wasn’t surrounded by skyscrapers like this one was. The more damage the Rhino did, the more nervous you subconsciously got.

The fucker was pretty strong too. Every time either of your webs hit or tried to wrap around him, it’d almost immediately snap off, either because of the velocity of how fast he was running, or something he must’ve had added to his suit that would burn it off, leaving useless wisps in its wake. You both needed to find a solution, and fast. It would be hard to find a way to trap him in open terrain, and no point in really trapping him if he can just break through (so far) every damn thing. Your mind was scrambling to find solutions amidst the chaos, temples pulsing. You’d likely have to brute strength it out. You let out another sigh.

You were sure he didn’t need you to tell him, but it’d look like Miguel would need to get as close as he could in order to bite him, leaving the Rhino paralyzed and motionless for capture. Miguel was actually keeping up a great pace with him, it was the whole not killing innocent civilians thing that comes with being Spider-Man that was making things difficult; placed in a crowded city to boot.

You’re grateful the next group you escort is the last, spider-sense not picking up anything else for now. You swing around two nearby twin towers, using the antennae sticking out from the top to catapult yourself to Miguel.

“It’s bite time!” You yell out, getting straight to the point as you swing to keep your momentum, right behind Miguel. “We’re gonna have to brute force our way out of this.”

“I know!” He responds, swinging in tandem. “I think we’re going to have to rely on all these now empty cars coming up. My signal.”

You look forward, the end of the bridge the only thing in sight. While the bridge wasn’t over a large body of water, you weren’t keen on falling off the side today if the plan falls through. The bridge transitions into a narrow tunnel, tight, but not impossible for the Rhino to fit through at all. You couldn’t see inside it, but there were a good amount of rocks outside it, connecting to a surrounding mountain.

You had worked with Miguel often enough that you didn’t need to verbally communicate when in battle, him turning to nod to you being all you needed before grabbing as many cars as you could and pulling them together with your webs to make obstacles for the Rhino in attempts to slow him down. You couldn’t help but laugh at the view you had from up above. This must be how scientists feel looking at their rodent subjects.

You hit the ground for a second for more stability as you grab another car with both webs, using the leftover momentum to spin yourself and throw the car in the Rhino’s direction, a grin stretching across your features under your mask as it successfully hits. You flinch as it explodes. You forgot cars might do that. Hm. You were just glad it wasn’t you.

Miguel flies through the explosion smoke, using the distraction as a chance to get close as the Rhino staggers. He lands on his back, sinking his talons into his skin to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

The Rhino yells out, trying to shake Miguel off to no avail. Miguel stays low, avoiding the Rhino’s horns from touching him as you see his mask fade away. You couldn’t help the excitement that flared up in you no matter how hard you tried at the sight of Miguel’s fangs. You always thought they were pretty cool, not that he needed to know that.

Just as Miguel goes in to bite, your senses jump to alert, spotting the reason a second too late.

This Rhino also had a self-destruct in its suit. Great.

You don’t even get to yell out a warning before light is all you see, your body flying back hard into something also oh-so-unluckily for you, harder. Yeah, you weren’t a fan of the big city at all.

You blearily feel around for your surroundings, crying out at the sudden sharp pain that emerges from your abdomen. That can’t be good.

You keep blinking until your vision clears, immediately searching for Miguel. You spot him not too far from the Rhino, also on the floor, but relatively unharmed. You sigh in relief. The Rhino also looked unharmed for the most part, to your dismay. He was however, now left without a suit, which meant less obstacles for Miguel. You weren’t too far from them either, but you definitely weren’t close. They were stopped right in front of the entrance to the tunnel, still gathering their bearings. You could tell the Rhino would get up and keep moving soon.

You attempt to move again, but the pain is too intense. You finally glance down to assess the damages, a sharp intake of breath leaving you motionless.

You had collided with a nearby abandoned car, and were very much inside of it via a damaged windshield. Shards of glass surrounded and were inside you, some minor, some probably very bad. You reach up cautiously to your face, feeling parts of your mask torn as well. You take a breath to steady yourself and try not to panic. You were going to catch that fucking rhino whether it was on your last breath or not. It was extremely personal now.

You manage to maneuver yourself until your front is sticking out of the windshield, trying not to aggravate the pieces of glass that you deemed too dangerous to take out. You spot a nearby car and spray out your web, dragging yourself out on your back. You’d have to ignore the stinging for now. You see Miguel starting to get up as well, and call out to him.

“You have to go NOW, O’Hara!” You cough, body running cold at the taste of iron in your mouth. “Quick!”

His head snaps over at the sound of your voice, body stilling as the words he had ready to say die on his tongue. It takes a blink from you for him to land in front of you, on his knees as he cradles your head.

“What,” He attempts to compose himself, and you can’t help but let out a small puff of a chuckle at the sight. You may have wanted him to hold you at some point, but definitely not like this. “What did you–what were you–” He takes another breath. Your heart aches at the slight tremor in his voice, and the feel of his talons digging slightly into your skin that he doesn’t seem to have noticed has come out.

“I.. definitely didn’t plan on flying into a windshield today.” You attempt to joke. You hated seeing him so upset. You had never seen him like this before, and it was starting to scare you. You must look pretty on the brink of death. Your breathing starts to pick up at the thought.

You catch movement in the corner of your eye. Oh, man.

Your eyes flick back to Miguel. “You need to move.” His face remains tight, expression at a loss for what to do. “Just do what we usually do: kick ass.” Your attempt to smirk is interrupted by another blood filled cough.

“Hey.” You try again, your hand finding his. You grip it as tight as you can. “I’ll be fine. Take me out on a date after this and we’ll call it even. I don’t know what’s gonna happen after this, so make it a good one, okay?”

Before he has the chance to respond back you move your head out of his lap, rolling over sharply to aim at the rocks surrounding the tunnel entrance and pull, the pain in your abdomen nearly causing you to black out. You fall forward back onto the ground, stomach down. Your body seems to make the choice to knock out for you this time, the sound of crashing rocks and the feeling of blood rushing out of you is the last thing you remember.

– –

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Beep. Beep.

Bee–

Your eyes snap open, greeted with the sight of white walls and ceiling.

You were alive, great! But damn did your body hurt. You felt the pinch of an IV in your arm as you shifted to get more comfortable, looking around. They must’ve had you on some pretty good pain killers if a small ache in your limbs was the extent of your pain thus far. Looking down, you see a hospital gown donned on your body, and bandages were wrapped practically everywhere. You hated that the first thought that came to your mind was wondering how you were going to pee. You don’t think there were any bandages down there…

You take a peek under your gown.

All good.

Taking an even longer survey of the room, you realize you got lucky. No one else was there. Yet. You were aware of how close you were cutting it at the time. If Miguel’s face before you passed out was any indication, there was at least someone that was tasked with doing rounds on your location. You just hoped you hadn’t been out for too long.

Almost as if you had summoned said person, your senses alert you of someone’s presence a second before the door slowly opens, the door’s shadow growing larger before thinning out again. Lo and behold, it was an exhausted looking Miguel, his eyes unfocused. The dark circles under his eyes looked more pronounced, his lips pressed together in an even tighter line. Another wave of ache runs through your body at the sight. You couldn’t help but want to immediately alleviate the tension that lay thick in the air.

Miguel walks over to one of the sinks in the corner, setting something you couldn’t see down. He had closed the door softly, quietly, still unaware you were watching. You see his shoulders rise and fall as he lets out a sigh, turning on the faucet to splash his face with water.

What time was it? A quick dart to the clock above the door alerts you to the fact that it’s 3am.

There wasn’t much light throughout the room, but it wasn’t as if the two of you really needed it to see each other. You can almost see his face in clear detail as the man stills at the sight of your eyes, open, meeting his.

You attempt to speak, but a sharp dry sensation attacks your throat, leaving you to cough instead.

You blink and Miguel is already at your bedside table, turning the low light lamp on as he pours you a cup of water from a nearby pitcher. His hands completely envelope the small glass, careful as he hands it to you. You take it gratefully, greedily enjoying the brief warmth his hands provide.

“Thanks,” You finally say, not sure where to look. You truly didn’t know what the man was going to say. “I—“

“What you did was stupid.”

“Alright…” You muttered. Getting right to it, then.

Miguel takes a seat in the only chair next to your bedside, eyes seemingly more red in the low light of the room. If they could burn through you you were sure they already would have. Tiny little ___ bits…

“Trust me when I tell you I didn’t go out with the goal to end up punted into a windshield.” You start, tone flat. “And excuse me for following your protocol: getting the mission done. I know it was stupid. I also knew you were going to keep me safe.” Your eyes flicker up to meet his.

“And if those were my last moments, yeah, it definitely would have sucked… That would’ve meant no date.” You truly didn’t know what else to say. What happened, happened. You can’t really say you regret it, either. Classic Spider antics.

Miguel runs a hand through his hair, brows furrowed in frustration as he mutters in Spanish under his breath. “What is this, some sort of game to you? This is serious.”

“And also part of the job.” You respond. You pause to really take him in now, curiosity driving forward in your mind. You were honestly surprised he was even here right now. And if the natural way he had maneuvered around the room was any indication, he must’ve been the one checking in on you. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but this was definitely nowhere near the usual lecture you’d receive for doing something he didn’t like. “What’s up with you?”

Looking at Miguel, you could almost see the turmoil going on inside his head. He opened his mouth before closing it again, lips pursed, jaw tight. If it weren’t for the tension in the air as you waited for him to speak, you would’ve said the man looked adorable, almost pouty. Now, though, it was almost like pulling nails out of concrete.

“When you… when I saw you on the ground like that.” Miguel’s tone was low, deep. It was his turn to look away now. “I felt… helpless. Weak. I haven’t felt that way since—well. I’m sure you can guess. I wasn’t expecting to feel that way. Wasn’t prepared to.”

You were left speechless.

“If I had gotten close faster, sunk my fangs into that fucker’s throat… I kept thinking, over and over again.” It was as if the floodgates had opened, Miguel getting any and everything he could on his mind out now. “I froze. And when you pulled away, fell to the ground, it felt like I was running with her in my arms again. Then she was gone. You were gone.”

“Miguel…”

“So, yeah.” His eyes meet yours once more, heavy. You wait for him to say more, but he doesn’t. If he was going to bear his heart to you in this way, you were going to too.

“I… never really was joking, you know.” You start playing with the blanket on your lap. “Pretty sure you already guessed that.” You chuckle softly.

“I can’t ever know what it’s like to lose something like that, but I want you to know I am here for you. I really just wanted to see how you felt about me; really didn’t have much to lose... I’m not really sure what to do now—“

Your words are cut off by the sensation of lips meeting yours, warm yet hot at the same time. Your hands grip the sides of Miguel’s hoodie, the IV in your arm preventing you from reaching higher. You feel Miguel’s hands hold your head in place as his lips continue to tangle desperately with yours. His fangs brush against your bottom lip and you shiver.

When you part, you’re almost gasping for air, stomach tingling. Woah.

“If you’ll have me, I promise you I won’t let go.” You whisper, earnest.

Miguel looks surprised as you say this, like he wasn’t the one to initiate your heart to heart moment. His thumbs caress your cheekbones as he moves close once more.

“Yo también,” He pecks your lips. “mi cariño.”

You rest your foreheads against each other, basking in the silence and comfort of the moment. A beat passes.

“How do you feel about bowling?”

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Dissociation- Shinsou Comfort

A/N: I've been daydreaming and dissociating really bad, so I wrote this.

Hitoshi Shinsou walked into the kitchen to grab himself a drink, when he noticed you out of the corner of his eye. You were sitting at the kitchen table, homework surrounding you. He knew you had been working for a while, having helped you an hour or so ago. But now you were simply just sitting there, hands flat on the table. Your eyes were glazed over as you stared off into space. Hitoshi knew what you were doing. Aizawa and Hizashi had told him that you would dissociate a lot as a coping mechanism. Your therapist had given your dads ways to keep you from doing this.

Hitoshi frowned slightly, stepping out of the kitchen and into the living room. He took his phone from his pocket and called Aizawa.

“Hello?” the man’s gruff voice came from the other end of the line.

“Hey, dad,” Shinsou greeted quietly.

“Is everything ok?” Aizawa asked.

Shinsou sighed. “Yeah, yeah I think so? I just, I think N/N is dissociating. Do I need to do something?”

The boy could hear his dad sigh as well. “Yeah, you need to pull them out of it. Their therapist said that dissociating as much as they do isn’t helpful and we should try to prevent it.”

“Sorry,” Shinsou said. “I didn’t know it was going to happen. They were doing homework in the kitchen.”

“It’s alright, it’s not your fault,” Aizawa comforted. “Just pull them out of it.”

“How do I do that?”

“Start verbally. Say their name, try and talk to them. If they don’t respond, then try physical touch. A hand on their shoulder, or pulling them back. Anything to move them or snap them out of their dissociation.”

“Ok, I’ll try that.” Shinsou looked back to you, still unmoving with hazy eyes. “Thanks dad.”

“No problem. Call me back if something happens.”

Shinsou and Aizawa said their goodbyes and Hitoshi slipped his phone back into his pocket. He slowly stepped towards you, then stood beside you. “Y/N?”” he called softly. “You with me?” You didn’t move, let alone show any sign you knew he was there. He sighed softly, then placed a hand on your shoulder. You still didn’t snap. “You’re in deep, aren’t you?” Shinsou muttered.

He moved around the back of the chair you were sitting in, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you back to rest against the back of the chair. He smiled softly when you slowly inhaled, then sighed quickly. “Hello, Toshi,” you muttered. Your head fell back to rest against the back of the chair.

“Hey,” he responded, keeping his arms around you. “Everything ok?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, eyes closing. You tried to lean forward but Hitoshi held you up. “Just need a minute.”

“A minute to sleep? Or a minute to dissociate?”

“To dissociate.”

“I’m sorry--” Tears immediately fell down your cheeks at Shinsou’s words. He quickly moved to kneel beside you. “Hey, hey, don’t cry,” he cooed softly.

“I just need a minute,” you said shakily.

“Y/N, you’ve been out for a while. And it took several attempts for me to snap you out of it,” Shinsou said. “Dissociation is a trauma response, ok? Letting yourself dissociate isn’t healthy. Why don’t we try something else, yeah? Something to distract you.”

You shook your head, wiping at your tears. “No, Hitoshi. I don’t want a distraction. I’m tired. Just give me a minute.”

Shinsou stood, and took your hands to pull you to your feet. “I can’t, I’m sorry. Here, come with me.” He slowly led you into the living room and guided you to sit beside him on the couch. He pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over you. “You need a break.”

“No I don’t,” you cried. “I need to get work done. I---”

“N/N,” Shinsou said calmly. “Dissociation is a trauma response. So something triggered you and that’s why you feel this way. So now you’re going to sleep. Ok?”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to. No. Not until dad or papa comes home.”

“It’s going to be a while before they get home. I can stay here if it’ll make you feel safer,” Shinsou offered. You shook your head, burying your face in your knees. He rested a hand on your back, rubbing it gently. “You don’t feel safe. Ok, it’s ok.” He was connecting the dots, and then he pulled his phone back out and pulled up Aizawa’s contact again. “I can call dad. Would that make you feel safer?” When you nodded, he immediately hit the dial button.

“Hello?”

“Hey, dad,” Shinsou said quickly. “It didn’t go well. I’m trying to get them to sleep instead of dissociating. They’re kinda really panicky right now. They don’t want to sleep until you or papa get home.”

“Alright, can you put me on speaker?” Aizawa’s voice was softer now. Shinsou put his phone on speaker and held it between the two of you.

“You’re on.”

“Hey Y/N,” Aizawa said softly. “Can you hear me?”

You lifted your head slightly and nodded. Shinsou spoke for you. “Yeah, she can.”

“It’s ok,” Shouta cood. “You’re home with Toshi, yeah?”

You whimpered a soft, “yeah.”

“And you’re safe. Toshi’s with you, and I can promise you he won’t let anyone hurt you. Including yourself. He’ll stay with you until I get home, or Hizashi gets home. So you can sleep. You’ll be ok.” You looked at Hitoshi with watery eyes. “Trust me honey, I trained him. He’s as good as I am.” You nodded.

“Ok.” You were slightly calmer now. “Toshi’s ok?”

“Toshi’s ok.”

“When will you be home?”

“Later tonight honey. I still have a few hours left of patrol. But I promise as soon as I get home we can talk about whatever happened, ok?”

“Ok.” You pulled the blanket Shinsou had draped over you tighter. “Goodbye, dad.”

“Goodbye Y/N. Call me back if you need me, ok?”

“Ok."

Shinsou took the phone off of speaker and talked to Aizawa for a moment before hanging up. Then he pulled another blanket over his own lap. “Do you want the tv on or off?” he asked gently.

“On,” you answered. As Shinsou reached for the remote and turned on the tv, you moved over to lean against him. His hand was still on your back, but now he draped his arm over your shoulder, holding you tightly. “Is this ok?”

You nodded.

For the rest of the evening, Shinsou held you to his side as you slowly fell asleep. He remembered Aizawa and Hizashi doing this for him when he was first taken into the Yamada-Aizawa household, and he remembered how much safer he felt afterwards. So he did everything they had done for him. He ran his hand up and down your arm, and eventually guided your head to his lap so you wouldn’t hurt your neck. He made sure the blanket was pulled high enough to keep you warm, and he even ran his fingers through your hair.

By the time Aizawa and Present Mic returned home from patrol, you and Hitoshi both were passed out on the couch, your favorite tv show playing on the tv.

“Should we wake them?” Yamada asked quietly, removing his jacket. “I don’t want Toshi to wake up with a stiff neck.”

“I’ll take N/N to bed,” Aizawa answered. “You can wake Hitoshi up if you’d like.” The dark haired man walked over to the couch, crouching down in front of your sleeping form. He attempted to gently slide his hands under you to pick you up, but the movement startled you awake. You shot up, pulling your blanket to your chest and breathing heavily. You glanced around quickly.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok,” Aizawa said calmly, putting his hands up. “It’s just me.” Your eyes landed on him, and then you lept off the couch and into the arms of your adopted father. He held you tightly as he fell on his rear from your weight. “Hey honey.” Once your arms wrapped around his waist, you didn’t let go.

Your sudden movements woke Shinsou, and he looked around tiredly. Hizashi sat beside him on the couch and rested a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you for taking care of them, Toshi.”

Shinsou hummed tiredly, rubbing his eyes. “Of course. They’re my sibling now. I want them to feel safe here.” Him and Hizashi watched as Aizawa hummed softly, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head.

“I’m going to take them to their room,” he said quietly. He slowly stood, carrying you in his arms as he trudged back to your room.

Shinsou stopped by your room before he turned in for the night, officially. Aizawa had returned to the living room after a while, stating that he’d calmed you down and you were alright now. So as Hitoshi poked his head into your open bedroom, he saw you curled up in the corner of your bed, wrapped up in a sweatshirt. He was afraid you were dissociating again, but your gaze flickered to him.

“Hey N/N,” he greeted you softly.

“Hello, Toshi,” you said back.

“How are you?” He stepped into the room and leaned back on the wall by the door.

You shrugged. “‘M alright.” You let out a soft chuckle. “No more trauma response.”

Shinsou nodded slowly. “That’s good.”

“Sorry about earlier,” you apologized. “Didn’t mean to have you deal with that.”

“Hey now.” Hitoshi pushed off of the wall and came over to sit in front of you on the bed. “I promise you I’ve been in your spot. Go ask dad and papa. I broke down a lot, and I had my own issues. Still do. It’s really no problem. I don’t mind.”

You sighed shakily. “Will-will you stay with me? I don’t…” you hesitated, falling into silence. Shinsou smiled softly, placing a hand on your knee.

“Yeah, I’ll stay.” He scooted up to sit beside you.

You moved to uncurl your legs and leaned against his shoulder. “Is this ok?”

“Of course.”

Shinsou wrapped an arm around you, sitting with you until you fell asleep on him for the second time that night. He stayed with you throughout the remainder of the night, keeping watch over you. After a while he managed to doze off as well, but woke up every time you moved in your sleep.

You may be fairly new to the Yamada-Aizawa family, but Shinsou and you have grown closer. He sees you as his sibling, and he wants to help you as much as he can, no matter how ‘messed up’ you think you may be.

#comfort #bnha #bnha comfort #x reader #shinsou comfort #aizawa and shinsou #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #dadzawa #papa mic #present mic #eraserhead #erasermic #found family #tw: dissociating

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shuchu · 2 years

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i just need me a man who will suck on my tiddies whenever im bored .... thinking💭💭💭 shoto ... mysta .... LUCA .... much to think about today my horny thoughts are taking over

saw you say you're struggling with your mental health !! im no therapist but i'm always here for u if need be !! hope you're okay honey (〃ω〃) take it easy and remember you and your health matter most ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

-🌸

nsfw, minors dni ; afab!reader

omg...idk why but just the thought of the boys whining and asking to suck on my tiddies just- hooooomagaawwwddd

i feel like if mysta's feeling really cuddly and soft he would bury his face in your chest and fondle them a little. "babe? you okay?" he'd mumble, "mhm, i wanna suck on your tits."

shoto is almost always cuddly and soft but i imagine in the morning he'd just grab your tits from behind and kiss your neck saying good morning to you with his raspy morning voice. he would mumble against your neck, "babe, lemme suck on your tits."

hmm luca... i feel like he's a booba person. idk why, i just get the vibes. he'd gush about how soft and pretty your tits look (〃 ω 〃) he'd fondle them and the sounds you make when he sucks on them — he loves it, he's addicted to it

thank you for the sweet message 🌸 anon! i really appreciate you ♡

#hana replies ♡#🌸 anon ♡#shxtou #shxtou x reader #mysta rias #mysta rias x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #luxiem #luxiem x reader #hana thirsts ♡

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taintandviolent · 9 months

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okay, so following up to the requests that I got / which ones I want to do.

unspecified x shibari - YES. YES YES YES, and I'm thinking it's James, to be brutally honest with you.

James x Greek Goddess body obsession. - YES. BIG YES. Need this personally.

Peter Maximoff x roller skating reader - as a roller skater, I want to do this so bad but I'm soooooOOOoOooooo scared to write for Peter, I adore him so much that if I butcher him, it'll devastate me. I'm not saying no YET but I'm just... I SCURRED.

soft!Dom Tate - YES. Good boyfriend vibes. definitely doing.

James x cunnilingus - OBVIOUSLY YES. yes? yes. oui. mhm. yep.

Austin x actor!reader - LSJFHKSJFHKJFHSKJFH. THIS IS SO LIZ CODED I HAVE TO. HAVEEEEEE TOOOOOO.

dark angst Kit Walker - asjfhsdkjfh. I'm so glad y'all think I'm capable enough to write Kit, I'll need to rewatch Asylum to get those really dark, icky vibes.

tension with therapist unspecific x reader - let's be real this is a continuation of Dr. March, that's exactly what's gonna happen here.... so YES.

#i'm rambling but #hdfkujdhskjhf #texty #writing stuff #requests

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thevestigeofvanillaan · 1 year

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Dates. K.W

kit walker x female therapist!reader

content: smut?, mention of getting caught, therapy, brief mention of "god", first person, cock riding, brief swearing.

February 5th, I met Kit Walker.

"Hey Mr. Walker," I'd greet myself before telling him my name, giving him an optional nickname.

It's the art of kindness that gets you places. If you treat someone with respect, they'll open up to you.

Being a doctor in this place is like being God in heaven.

You have the upper hand, the sense of directory.

Kit Walker had a Boston accent, several scrapes on his body, pale skin, precious brown hair.. he looked innocent.

I knew that he was innocent. I was his therapist that would help them decide his treatments.

March 3rd.

"Tell me Kit, what do you remember from the night you were 'abducted'?" I ask.

Kit became more comfortable with me, he felt like he could trust me. Because, he could. I would tell lies to Sister Jude; lie about what he'd really said during our meetings.

When we first met I told him what is said between us stays between us.

As our sessions continued daily, we learned more about each other. He didn't hate women, not at all.

Kit was always respectful when talking to me.

April 2nd.

"I just wanna get outta here.." Kit sighs. "That's why I tried to run away. It wasn't so I could kill like all them say."

"I get it." I say, placing a hand on his knee and he places a hand over mine.

"I'd never do nothin' to hurt you." I see genuinity in his face. The furrowed brows, the glistening in his eyes.

Smiling, "I know you wouldn't, Kit."

We got closer each and every passing day.

Each day Kit would tell me about his past, his favorite things. But he mostly liked hearing what I had to say. Hearing about my past, my favorite things, why I'm so nice to him.

Really, I think it's because I see myself in him.

April 23rd, we kissed.

It sounds almost stupid to say out loud.

No good therapist fixes people's problems with sexual interactions, especially not in a situation like this.

Kit was awfully different, though. Kit wasn't a patient to me. Kit was a friend, a.. crush, even.

May 7th.

"What happened to you?" I ask, noticing his black eye.

"Nothin', they just wanted to know some stuff an' I guess I said the 'wrong answer'." Kit smiles softly. "I'm okay, I get to see you now."

May 19th.

"Been on too many dates now, when'm I gonna get to feel you." Kit smirks.

Sometimes, Kit was more flirty than other times. There have been times where Kit was mad, he'd usually take that frustration out by kissing me. Times where Kit was upset, and I'd hold him.

"That's not what this is, Kit." I giggle softly.

Kit would let out a breathy laugh, "You wish it was, don't you."

Today, June 1st.

"Can you come here?" Kit says seruously, right as the guard that brought him in leaves the room.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I mean, can you come here.. wanna touch you." Kit says slowly and I get up, standing in front of him.

Kit brings his hands to my waist and leads them down slowly to my back upper thigh, spreading them apart and pulling me in to straddle his lap.

"Can I love you?" Kit whispers into my neck with hot breath before latching onto my neck, kissing the skin softly.

I moan softly with closed lips and buck my hips against him when he moves his hands to fold my skirt upwards, revealing my white panties.

Kit massages my ass with his hands as he kisses my jaw, I lean my head down to look at him before kissing his lips softly.

"Bad day?" I ask, grinding my hips against his lap as we make eyecontact.

He nods, "mhm. Need you." Kit looks down and brings one hand to cup my cunt over panties, then under.

I kiss him and moan into his mouth, riding his hand before bringing my hands to his belt, undoing it as we continue to kiss.

Kit pulls down my panties and I pull down his pants and boxers, leading his cock to my entrance before sliding myself down onto him.

It felt amazing. I rode him, holding onto his shoulders as I bounce myself on his cock.

Kissing him and moaning into one another's mouths as pent up frustration and sexual need is blown from the air and let out the window.

I didn't want it to stop, but it had to eventually.

Breathing heavily into each other's mouths as we ride out our highs, I giggle softly at the look on his face. The pretty smirk, his eyes glistening.

Kit was so pretty.

But moments like these are short lasted when you get caught..

#vanillaan #smut #ahs #american horror story #kit walker #ahs asylum #evan peters #kit walker x reader

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floralcavern · 14 days

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Gay OCs backstory 2/3

Wow, they actually smooch!

1/3

No one really knew when they started to notice a change in Damian and Cameron’s friendship.

But a lot of people noticed it.

Tension. Serious tension that made a lot of people nervous.

The intense stares and almost tense conversations between the two of them.

They’ve been friends for almost two years now. Maybe it was just 10th grade stress? To be honest, that’s what everyone hoped.

While a lot of people were jealous of Damian for almost always having Cameron’s attention, the idea of Cameron-and-Damian no longer being Cameron-and-Damian was weird.

But the two have changed a bit over the past year.

“Cmon, Damian,” Cameron said. The two were at their usual lunch spot, the bleachers in the gym. “I really do think you’ll enjoy this party!”

Damian sternly shook his head. He’s gotten a lot more serious lately. “No. I don’t. Like. Parties.”

“But it’ll be no fun without you!”

“Cameron. You get along with everyone. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

“And if I go, what will you be doing? Sitting alone at your computer, coding your game until 2 am?”

The two stare intensely at each other.

“I don’t need you to pity my lack of a social life,” Damian says, his voice almost inching towards desperation for understanding.

“I don’t! I’m just saying it would be good for you to get yourself out there!”

“I don’t want to. Social interaction is too overwhelming.”

“But it’s necessary! Which is why you should keep working at it instead of running from it!”

“Oh, when did you become my therapist?”

Cameron buried his face into his hands and groaned. “Yknow what? Let’s drop the subject.”

You’re the one who keeps bringing it up.. Damian thought. This argument was getting overwhelming. He wanted to run and hide under the bleachers. Though he knew that wouldn’t be the good thing to do for his and Cameron’s friendship.

Izzy came over to them, her hands in her letterman jacket.

“Are you two fighting again?” she asks, almost exasperated.

“No,” they said at the same time, not at all convincing.

“Mhm.. well, Cameron, Jake Bryan wanted to know if you were gonna go to his party tonight. He said you never RSVPed.

“Right! I should go tell him.” He stood up and climbed down the bleachers

Izzy and Damian looked at each other before she plopped next to him.

Izzy propped her leg up on the bleachers in front of them, something she did fearlessly because she wore biker shorts under her skirt.

“You going to the party?” she asks him.

He tries to do a cocky, sarcastic laugh, but it comes out rather small and pathetic, accidentally showing his true feelings through.

“No,” he says. “You?”

“Ya. Gotta make sure Cameron doesn’t do anything stupid.”

Damian looks down. He was, or, used to be, Cameron’s caretaker almost all the time. But Cameron’s extrovertedness has gone to new heights. Heights that intimidate Damian and make him want to stay more at a distance from him. Which has been.. hard. Very hard.

“I feel like you should go to maybe one party,” Izzy says. “I mean, as long as you’re with Cameron, you should be fine. Right?”

He looks out at Cameron in the distance, chatting happily with Jake Bryan, a boy who is somehow even more excitable and cheerful than even Cameron. Those two were more suited to be best friends.. Damian wouldn’t be surprised if he was replaced by Jake.

“I’m not sure..” he says softly, feeling his glasses slowly slip down his nose. “I might just ruin the party for him. Besides. My parents would never allow it.”

“Oh? That second one seems like an actual valid reason. Have you told Cameron about that?”

“No..”

“Why not?”

“Well.. uh.. my parents don’t exactly like Cameron.”

Izzy’s eyes shot up. “Seriously? Why not?”

“Well, several reasons. One, they think he’s too loud. Two, they think he doesn’t focus enough on his grades. Three, they think he’s a bad influence. And four, because he’s not Baptist..”

“I see. So, a lot of reasons.”

“Ya..”

They both looked out at him. From here, he looked like a daydream. Beautiful. Almost like the kind of guy Damian would only dream of.

“Does he know your parents hate him?”

“Oh hell no! Cameron is loved by everyone. And rightfully so. He has a heart of gold. He deserves to go on thinking everyone loves him.”

“Letting him have that mindset isn’t healthy.”

“I know.. it’s just..” Damian squints his eyes a bit, trying to focus his eyes on Cameron’s smile in the distance. Fuck, how he loved that smile.

Damian only came to the realization of his sexuality a couple of months ago, realizing it when Cameron made a joke about him and Damian running away into the forest to live their lives together as a way to escape midterms. It was a simple joke, but their classmates egged Cameron on to keep adding on more stuff to the scenario, the picture ending up becoming almost romantic. Really, really romantic. And Damian liked it. Way too much. Way, way too much.

Damian is in love with Cameron Garcia. Which is why their crumbling friendship hurts way more than anything has ever hurt in his life. And neither of them are making any effort to try and make things better. Instead, they’re both sitting around and ignoring the problem, hoping it’ll go away and fix itself. Suffice to say that they are both cowardly when it comes to emotional topics that could change the entirety of their friendship. They both like it simple, uncomplicated. So they both avoid complexity like the plague.

Izzy leans back on the bleachers behind them. Damn, she looked cool. Cooler than what Damian could ever hope to achieve.

“You baby him too much,” she says.

“Maybe.. but still. I know he’s not perfect at all, but.. damn. He really comes close.”

She looks at him. “Why don’t you tell him that?”

He looks at her with broken eyes. “Clearly, Isabel Yun, you have never been in love..”

She stares down at him, almost perturbed by the tone in Damian’s voice, but didn’t get a chance to say anything about it when the bell rang.

“I’ll see you in physics..” he said under his breath, standing up, grabbing his bag, and leaving.

She watched him leave before standing up herself.

“Hey!” Cameron said, climbing up the bleachers to grab his stuff. “Did Damian already leave?”

“Yep,” she said, slinging her messenger bag over her shoulder.

“Dangit.. he really left without me?”

“I mean, you did kind of ditch him to talk to Jake Bryan.”

He sighs and grabs his back, the two walking down the bleachers.

“I know.. but still.. We’ve grown distant. I like to at least walk with him.. but I shouldn’t have ditched him either.”

“You seriously need to figure out ways to hang out in settings that make him comfortable.”

“I do! But I’m tired of going to the same 4 places everyday! My house, the bowling alley, the library, and the cafe. I want to go out and do sociable things!”

She stops outside her classroom and shrugs. “Maybe try to host a small scale party. Limited amount of people and stuff.”

“I could try that.. but the likelihood of him trusting me for that is low..”

“Then I don’t know what to tell you.”

Before she had a chance to step into her classroom, Cameron quickly said, “Wait!” She turned to him with a mildly peeved expression.

“What now?”

“Do you think.. do you think me and Damian aren’t compatible anymore..?”

She gave him a serious look and sighed. “That’s for you to sort out on your own.”

Cameron watched her disappear into her classroom. He trudged to his classroom, her words weighing heavy on his shoulders.

…

That night, Damian was at his pc, trying to figure out what kept causing his game to crash.

When he looked at the time, 2 am, he lays his head down on the desk.

Cameron was right. He would just be up at his computer until 2 am. And those nighttime blues were starting to hit hard.

He was lonely. Very lonely.

And suddenly he was hyper aware of everything in his room.

His blue walls and blue curtains and blue life and his gray computer and gray bed and his dull, gray existence.

He clutched his head, hoping if he squeezed his skull hard enough, he can eject all those bad thoughts out. Instead it gave him a bad headache and made him out too much pressure onto his tear ducts.

He tried to get out of his chair, go downstairs, and make himself something to eat, but instead, he pathetically fell to the floor and covered his face as he tried to hide himself from all of the bad thoughts.

When did he start crying? Why was he crying? He should be used to this by now! This is how it’s been these past few months.

Cameron was probably off at some party right now, living it up, drinking, having fun, having an actual life and forgetting about Damian’s existence.

That last thought was enough for him to scramble for his phone and frantically call Cameron.

The phone rang a couple of times before he heard the music, followed by Cameron’s voice.

“Hello?”

Damian didn’t say anything for a moment. What could he say? “Oh, hey Cameron! I was just having a panic attack at the thought of you replacing me. Just wanted to check if we were still best friends!”? Ya. Absolutely not.

“Damian? Are you ok?”

“Um… C-Cam..”

“Damian, I can’t hear you, it’s too loud..”

“N-Nevermind, I-!”

“No, don’t you hang up! I’m going outside where the music isn’t blaring.”

Damian listened to Cameron’s grumbling, hearing some voices in the distance yell “Where you going, Cam?”

Eventually, the music was more background noise and he heard Cameron more clearly.

“Damian, what’s up? Why are you calling me so late?”

Why did Cameron sound so annoyed with him..? Or was that just Damian’s imagination?

“Um.. I.. Cameron, it’s hard to..”

He didn’t know what to say. Shit.

“Damian..” Cameron said, his voice a bit softer. “Are you ok? Your voice sounds strained.”

“No, no! It’s fine. Um.. just..”

There was a moment of silence on the phone and the sound of Cameron’s breathing on the other line was enough to bring Damian back to tears. His voice was so close, yet so far. Cameron wasn’t here, with him, and it wasn’t fair. He was being stolen away!

“Damian..” said Cameron on the other line. “Are you crying?”

“I.. um.. I should go, uh..”

The phone hung up right before Damian had a chance to hang up on Cameron.

What? He hung up on me?

He stared at his phone and slowly set it down before crawling to his bed, still laying on the floor as he tugged his blanket down and wrapped himself in it.

Probably because my whining is so annoying.. why did I call him? Why am I so stupid?

He tries to wipe the tears on his face, but there were more than he could keep up with and he just ended up looking like a melting mess.

There was a knock at his door, causing him to jump.

Huh? My parents wouldn’t be up at this time.. and they sure as hell wouldn’t knock.

But then he heard the knock again and he realized it was coming from his window.

He dried off his face and pulled back his curtains, where he saw Cameron standing there, panting and sweating.

He ran here from the party.. from Jake Bryan’s house.. from the other side of town.

Then he remembered how the school has been begging Cameron to join the track team all year.

“Cameron..” he whispers before pulling his window up.

Cameron stumbled in and cupped Damian’s cheeks.

“Your face is all mushy..”

“Mushy..?”

“Melty..”

“Melty??”

“Like you’ve been crying.”

“Oh..” Cameron always was able to read him like an open book.

“What happened? It’s so late..”

“Just.. I dunno.. stupid thoughts, I dunno..”

“You dunno, huh? … Well, that’s ok. Cmon, sit down.”

He lead Damian to the bed and sat him down.

“Want me to make you some tea?”

“No, no. It’s ok. My parents would lose their minds if they learned you were here.”

“Right. They’re strict on curfew..”

Cameron sat next to him and stared at Damian’s face for a good minute before reaching over and rubbing the underparts of his eyes.

“You look so tired..”

“I am.. I mean, it’s 2:40 am, so..”

“That’s not the kind of tired I meant..”

“What did you mean..?”

“Tired of me..”

Damian blinked a couple of times as he tried to comprehend the idea of being tired of Cameron.

“What..? No, no.” He laughed because how could he not laugh at such a ridiculous notion? “I’m not ever going to be tired of you. But.. are you tired of me?”

Cameron’s shoulder’s jumped and he moved in on Damian, shaking his head wildly. “No! No, definitely not. Not ever.”

Damian was frozen when Cameron was now practically hovering over him.

“Ah.. I see.”

He put his hand in Cameron’s shoulder to push him away, but finding himself not having the strength nor the desire to push him away.

“If we’re never going to get tired of each other..” Damian said softly. “Then what are we doing?”

Cameron tilted his head, confused. “What do you mean?”

“We fight so much.. our desires, our personalities.. they’re not.. we don’t mesh well anymore.. yet we never want to leave each other. Why? Why are we like this?”

Cameron processed the state question for a second before laughing a little. “I don’t know.. we’re just torturing ourselves, huh?”

“We’re not compatible..”

“Were we ever?”

Damian looks at him and Cameron is smiling. And then Damian was smiling too because Cameron was smiling and finally they seemed to understand each other, even if it was on the topic of their crumpling relationship. But at that moment, they were both so desperate to connect with each other again that even that was enough.

And then they kissed.

Neither knows who initiated it, nor who pulled away first.

“Oh my gosh..”

“Ah! Damian, I am so sorry”

“Oh my gosh..!”

“I don’t know what came over me!”

“Oh my gosh!”

“I know it was completely inappropriate, I don’t know why-“

Damian grabbed his shoulder and shook his head. “Stop it.”

“Huh?”

He leaned in for another kiss. “Stop it. You’ll wake up my parents..”

Cameron’s eyes went even wider and he sat there, his mouth hanging open. “Do you like me?”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to pursue something with me?”

“I’m not sure.”

“…Do you want to kiss again?”

“Yes.”

And kiss again they did.

“Is this irresponsible..?” Cameron murmured. “Neither of us know where our friendship stands right now, let alone.. whatever this is.”

“It’s definitely not responsible. But you’re tipsy, I’m depressed, and we’re probably both sleep deprived currently, so neither of us are going to be smart right now.”

Cameron frowns a bit and rests his head on Damian’s chest. “I don’t want you to be.. depressed..”

Damian doesn’t know what to do with his arms, so he awkwardly wraps them around Cameron and rested his chin in his head.

“Can I spend the night?”

“Ehhh.. if my parents learned I had you spend the night without their knowledge, they’d.. probably kill me. Straight up.”

Cameron choked out a laugh. “Yknow, sometimes I get the feeling that your parents don’t like me.”

Damian panicked and quickly tried to lie. “No, no! They’re like that with everyone! Yknow? They, um, they don’t hate you, Cam-!”

“Damian. I know you’re lying..”

“I’m really not.. they love you.. everyone loves you..”

Cameron snickered. “Not everyone loves me.”

Damian shook his head. “Ya they do.. I mean..” he took Cameron’s hand in his own. “What’s there not to love..?”

Cameron stared at their hands and smiled warmly. “Seriously, though. I get it if they don’t like me. I’m kind of the complete opposite of their ideals and stuff. And I’m the complete opposite of you.” He punched Damian’s cheek and spoke in a baby voice. “Their precious, perfect baby boy.”

Damian gently smacked his hand away, laughing softly and shaking his head. “Silly. …Look. They don’t like you, ok? But I still like to be around you.”

“Even as of late?”

“Ya. Even with all this dumb arguing.”

“Hah.. maybe your parents are right to not like me, then.”

“Huh?! What do you mean?”

“That makes this whole thing sound so toxic! I feel like I’m just a bad influence on you.”

“A bad influence?! How?”

“I don’t know! Turning you gay or something?”

Damian furrowed his brow and stood up. “You didn’t turn me gay! No one can turn someone gay! It’s not like it’s some disease or whatever! I’m just gay! I just like dudes! I just like you!”

Cameron’s eyes sparkled as he sat on the floor and stared up at Damian. “Wow. I don’t think I’ve seen you that passionate about anything ever..”

“Oh.. um.. right, sorry, I.. that was an overreaction-“

“No, no it wasn’t! I loved that!”

“You did?”

“Yes!” He stood up as well and grabbed Damian’s shoulders. “This is the side of you I’ve known existed! That I know has been hiding just beneath the surface! Confident and cool and strong. This is the you I want you to embrace. It’s the part of you you need to love.”

Damian blushed and couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow that was corny.”

“I needed to say at least one stupidly corny thing.. you know me..”

The two stared into each other’s eyes and wrapped their arms around each other and kissed again. And this time it was a real kiss. Not some quick and panicked one done out of impulse or desperation. This was real.

“Maybe you can stay over for the night..” Damian murmured softly, caressing Cameron’s hair. “You’ve been drinking. It’s not safe.. but you gotta leave in the morning through my window.”

Cameron laughed. “Feels like we’re doing something scandalous!”

“Ha.. um.. let’s lay down and maybe watch a movie or something on my laptop?”

“Ya.. ok. That sounds good.”

The two lied down next to one another. They put on some random movie Netflix had in recommendation. Neither really focused what was happening.

Cameron had one arm draped over Damian’s stomach and the other playing with his dreads as he body faced towards him, resting his head on his arm.

Damian had one arm extended to allow Cameron to use it as a pillow, laying on his back with one leg extended to Cameron’s side to rest it on top of Cameron’s leg.

They both fell asleep, the screen illuminating both of their faces before it shut off on its own.

The two hadn’t been this warm in a long time.

…

The rest of that weekend, they hadn’t met up, both too scared to make the first move to talk about that night.

Neither of them were entirely in the right headspace, so both were scared the other regretted what had happened.

But by Monday, they couldn’t exactly avoid each other.

“Hey, Damian..”

“Hey, Cam…”

“So.. how was the rest of your weekend?”

“It was good. Yknow.. fine.”

“That’s.. good.”

They stood there at the lockers for a bit longer before Cameron sighed. “Ok. We’ve gotta talk about this..”

Damian tried to feign ignorance. “About what..?”

“What happened on Friday night!”

“Look, Cameron.. it was irresponsible on both our parts..”

“Yes. I agree. But.. did you regret anything that was said of done?”

“..No.”

They stayed there, frozen, before Cameron groaned and grabbed Damian’s wrist. “Cmon. Let’s go somewhere private.”

“But we’ll miss first period!”

“Screw first period! Our relationship is more important to me than school is.”

Damian didn’t feel like pointing out that considering Cameron’s grades, a lot of things would probably considered more important than school to him.

They went to the bathroom and Cameron locked the door and turned to Damian.

“Ok. So.. what is going to happened between us?”

Damian felt too awkward to respond, so he tried to dodge the question by looking around and scrunching up his nose. “Y-yknow, these bathrooms are really gross..! Like, seriously. Does the school never clean them?”

“Damian. Look at me..!”

“I mean, seriously! The floor is sticky! That is so gross! And, I mean, teen boys can also be gross, haha..”

“Damian!!”

Cameron grabbed his face and kissed him. Once they both pulled away, Damian was left panting, trying to think of something to say before nervously saying, “Seriously, this bathroom is hardly a romantic spot..”

“Ughhhhh!!”

“I’m sorry! I don’t know what you want me to say!”

“I want you to tell me what we are now? Friends? Do you still want to be friends?”

“I don’t know!”

“Ugh.. my gosh..”

“Look, Cameron. I like you, but. All this fighting that we’ve been doing. Would we even survive a month as a couple?”

“I don’t know.. last night felt.. perfect. Like we could actually work.”

“But that was one night. What about when you want to go to this big social thing and I just.. can’t.. I only like the places I’m comfortable with. Our rooms, the bowling alley, the library, and the cafe. I’m boring you.”

“I..” Cameron couldn’t deny that. “You’re not boring me.. I just.. need some more things in my life. I can’t go on doing the same things every day, day in, day out. I need change, I need things to be unpredictable!”

“I’m not like that though! I hate unpredictability.”

“I know!” Cameron snapped back.

“So then.. what do we do?”

Cameron leaned against the gross bathroom wall, sighing. “I don’t know, man.. I like you so much.. and I don’t want to lose you as a friend..”

“Even if we did decide to try and date, it would be hard.. I’m not out to anyone but you.. and I don’t know if I am ready to be out. So we would have to keep our relationship a secret.”

Cameron laughed a little at that. “I actually wouldn’t mind that..”

“Wait.. you wouldn’t?”

“No. It would be like some huge secret thing.. like we’re Romeo and Juliet. But better.”

Damian snickered. “You hate Romeo and Juliet.”

“Yep..”

The two thought for a moment.

“A secret relationship.. might actually work..” Damian said thoughtfully.

“Wait.. really?” Cameron asked, looking up, surprised.

“Ya..! We could still keep doing our own things while also being able to do all this cute romance stuff on the side.”

“But that would probably make it look like we’ve drifted even farther apart.”

“Have we, though?”

“..No. But you’re my only real friend! Who else would I be able to hang out with?”

“Didn’t you used to sit with Lisa Xiè at lunch in freshman year?”

“Huh?! I mean, ya, but we weren’t friends or anything like that..!”

“Maybe you could try. Honestly she seems really lonely..”

“Wait, I thought she was friends with head cheerleader, Carly Bryan?”

“Their dynamic is a lot like ours where they’re so different that they only keep each other at an arm’s length.. I’m friends with Carly. She’s told me about it.”

Damian thought about it for a moment. Friends with Lisa Xiè of all people? Would she even want him as her friend? Does she even want friends?

“I’ll.. think about it..”

“So.. are we really going to do this secret relationship thing?”

Damian hesitated before slowly nodding. “Sure.. ya. I want to give it a shot..”

Please don’t let this fail.. I don’t want to lose him..

Cameron took a step forward and laughed awkwardly. “You were right.. this place is not romantic spot.”

Cameron smiled giddily and shook him by his shoulders. “Yay!”

“Does this,, change anything about how we’re going to do things?”

“Well, our hangouts are probably going to involve a lot more kissing,” he said with a jovial grin and Damian couldn’t stop himself from laughing.

“Will this fix our problems?” Damian asked softly.

Cameron laughed. “If things were that easy, divorce rates would be a lot lower..”

There was this far off look in Cameron’s eyes and Damian felt bad now. Cameron’s dad moved back to Colombia after the divorce at the beginning of the year. He.. hasn’t been the same, really, since then.

Damian wrapped his arms around him and sighed.

“Well, we’re probably going to have to have a proper sit-down conversation this, though.”

Cameron laughed and nodded. “Ya.. tonight? My place?”

“Sure..”

There was a loud knocking at the door and a voice that shouted, “Why is the door locked?!”

“Oh, ya..” Damian rushed over and unlocked the door and Shoya Fukuda rushed in and shot a glare at Damian and Cameron.

“なんてこった?! Makeout somewhere else! I gotta pee!”

They both blushed brightly and together shouted, “We were not!”

Shoya rolled his eyes and Cameron tilted his head to the door and Damian nodded, the both of them leaving.

After school, Izzy gave them a curious look.

“You two seem a lot happier than you’ve been in a while. Something happen?”

“Ehh..” Damian said, awkwardly rubbing his arm. “It’s a long story.”

Izzy raised an eyebrow, but before she could ask more questions, another girl poked her head around the corner and whistled.

Izzy turned her head to the noise and sighed before smiling a little. “Hey, I gotta go. Have fun walking home.”

She waved to them as she walked off and Cameron and Damian glanced at each other before walking out.

“So..” Damian said as they walked. “Us.. dating.. well, secret dating, but.. dating.”

“Ya.”

“That idea kind of sounds like a dream.”

“I know right? I’ve liked you for a while.”

“When did you realize?” Damian asked, tilting his head curiously.

Cameron kicked a rock, watching it skip a few feet away.

“Probably the first day I met you.”

“Huh?! No way!”

“What? You don’t believe in love at first sight?” he asked with a big grin, sticking his hands in his pockets.

“No! Not really!”

“Well I do! And I fell for you when I first met you out in the rain..”

“You’re so weird..” he said with a gentle smile.

“Well I did! Damian, I really did.. I fell in love with your gentle eyes, the way you seemed startled by me giving me your umbrella.. honestly, I was going to ask you to walk with me so we could share an umbrella, but.. I ended up getting too scared and ran off instead.”

“Seriously? You? Flustered?”

“Oh, quiet. I only have so much charisma!”

They laughed and when they got to Cameron’s house, they did the usual. Take off their shoes at the door, greet Cameron’s mom, snack on some Honey Butter Chips, washed their hands afterward, and then headed up to Cameron’s room.

Cameron sat at his swivel chair and Damian sat on the bed.

“Ok. So. Dating. How’s this going to work?”

Damian hesitated. “I’m not sure. We’ve been going through such a rough patch in our friendship.. why.. why have we been fighting so much?”

Cameron dipped his head a little and sighed. “Look.. I know I’ve been pushy and stuff lately. I just.. I do worry about you.”

“But there’s nothing to worry about!”

“Damian! Friday night you called me at 2 am, sobbing!”

“I-…. Ok, you have a point.”

“I know things like parties or get togethers or any of that just.. aren’t your thing. But it’s just kind of.. terrifying?”

“What is?”

“That I’m.. your only friend?”

“N-no you’re not!” Damian argued, blushing from embarrassment. “I have Izzy!”

“Do you go out of your way to hang out with Izzy or do you just talk to her sometimes at school?”

“I… Fine, ya, you’re my only friend..”

Cameron smiled a little and pushes his chair toward Damian. “I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while, to be honest. And me not being sure what your sexuality was isn’t the only reason I didn’t. If we did end up dating.. who would be your friend?”

“Hey, wait! Your partner is your best friend!”

“Ok, yes, but if we were dating it would be a different kind of friend. And you know that..”

Damian adjusted his glasses nervously and nodded a little.

“I just.. I want you to.. make connections.. to.. find your people..”

“But you are my person..”

Cameron stares at him for a moment before laughing a little. “Silly..”

They rested their foreheads against one another’s.

“Ok, you’re right..” Damian said quietly. “I do need.. other connections. But I’m not good at that like you..”

“I know.. I sometimes forget that..”

“I appreciate that you have so much faith in my nonexistent social skills,” Damian joked, getting a snort out of Cameron.

“Oh my gosh, you silly.. Ok, I can see if you and Lisa can hangout. Maybe we can have a duo hangout with Lisa and Carly!”

“I don’t know.. would that be a bother?”

“Carly loves social interaction, she’ll be happy to!”

“But what about Lisa?”

Cameron laughed and rolled his eyes. “You two can bind over being forcefully dragged by your extroverts to hang out!”

Damian laughed with him and cupped his face. “I appreciate your caring about me..”

Cameron smiled and wrapped his arms around him.

“Of course.. I want you to be happy.. but I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable with my constant pestering and stuff..”

“It’s ok.. honestly, I was scared you were going to replace me.”

“Huh?! Replace you? Who could ever replace you?!”

“I don’t know.. Jake Bryan?”

“Hah! I like Jake a lot, he’s super sweet, but he’s too much like me. I like you because you’re not like me.. you’re like my moon..”

Damian chortled and ruffled Cameron’s hair. “You’re so corny!”

Cameron laughed. “Do you think everything I say is corny?”

“Yes!”

“Oh cmon! It could be worse. I could use stupid pet names like shmookie.”

“PFFFFT! Ewwww!! Never do that again!”

“Pookie! Pooh bear! Boopsie!-“

Damian squished his cheeks with his hands, shaking with laughter as he tried to compose himself.

“You’re so stupid..” he said lovingly.

“You love it,” he said, his words coming out weird with Damian squeezing his cheeks.

“I do..”

Damian let go and Cameron tackle hugged him.

“Sooo, mi cieloooo-“

“Why do I get the feeling that’s another stupid nickname?”

“Shhhhh! We’re dating now?”

“I-I guess?” Damian asked, smiling despite how nervous he was because he was just too happy.

“That means you have to take me on a proper date!”

“I do?”

“Yep!”

“Like what?”

“Hmm.. what about.. bowling? And then we can go to the library and we can read whatever books you checked out at your favorite cafe?”

Damian sat there for a moment before his face melting into a stupid, lovesick smile. “You know me so well..”

“As long as in the next date you take me to the arcade! I can bring you some earplugs to block out the noise! And hand sanitizer, since I know you find it really gross.”

“You know me so well!!”

“Of course I do! You are the boy I’ve been admiring for so long!”

“Oh my gosh..” he said, laughing. “My cheekbones are staring to hurt because I’ve been smiling so much!”

Cameron pressed his nose in the crook of Damian’s neck and sighing contently.

“This.. is the life..”

#writers #writer #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writeblr #writer community #gay #omnisexual #Ocs #oc #wholesome #original character #Romance #fluff #slice of life #Original story #2/3

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beebeetheclown · 7 months

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Therapy With Kendall

I don't know. I've had these headcanons written out on my laptop for a while now and thought I wanted to share this little mini headcanon series I have?? I feel as I don't write enough "soft" things lmao. So here are these, I kind of made it so you can either imagine yourself as his therapist or for you to just read what it would look like for him. Idk idk haha..

Head Canon 1 (Kendall's first session):

“So, are we ready to start?” Kendall Roy asks, sitting on the couch of the therapy office.

“Yes. I think the more important thing to ask is.. Are you ready for us to start?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay, good. Now my first question is simple. Why are you here in my office today Kendall? What is it that is bothering you, what do you need to get out of your chest?”

He lets out a small sigh, “I just wanted to let someone know the truth about me and my family. You see, there’s a lot of articles and reporters out there that publish things about us, and most of it… isn’t correct. I just want someone to understand so I can also understand it myself.”

“I see. And this bothers you, yes? People saying incorrect things and publishing them out to the world?”

“It does. I know that’s a silly thing to say coming from someone like me, someone who’s in the public eye, someone whose family practically owns the media. But the truth matters, to me at least.”

“So truth and honesty is a big thing for you. What about your siblings? Your father? Is truth a big thing for them?”

“Well, I can’t speak for my father, but… my siblings… well, I don’t know. I’ve always tried very hard to be honest. To tell the truth. My brother Roman and my sister Shiv, they… see things differently.”

“Explain that to me, Kendall. How do they see things differently?”

He thinks for a moment, then speaks. “I think the biggest difference is that they care about the business, our family business that is. I care about it too, but when they’re talking about what’s best for the company, I’m talking about what’s right for the company. We… we see things from different points of view. They care about the company, I care about the truth and what’s right.”

“I see. So you care about doing what’s right rather than what’s best. That is rather interesting Kendall. And be honest with me here, do you think you are a better choice over your siblings with this thought in mind? Do you think you fit better to take the CEO job when your father gives it up?

He hesitates before speaking, “Honestly, I do.”

“Mhm, interesting. And why’s that, other than you feel as if you know what’s right for the company? Why else do you feel you fit best to be the new CEO?”

He thinks for a minute, “Well, I think I have a lot of what it takes to get the job done. My father’s been teaching me since I was a boy, he promised it to me even. I know the business well, and I know how to make… hard decisions. When you’re faced with a problem in the real world, sometimes there’s no room for sentimentality. You have to do what needs to be done, and that’s something I know how to do. I know how to separate business from my emotions, something that my siblings… don’t seem to understand.”

“And do you tell other people about this? Or do you keep this to yourself?”

“Well, I do make a case to my father that I am the best choice, but that’s about it. As for Roman and Shiv… I’ve tried to talk to them, but they don’t really listen. The more I talk, the angrier they get. So I usually just… keep quiet most times.”

“Do they think you are maybe being a little… narcissistic when talking about it?”

“Oh, maybe. That’s certainly one way to look at it. But, if I really am the best choice, which I truly believe I am, is it really narcissism to acknowledge that? There’s nothing wrong with having a little self-confidence, right?”

“Of course there’s nothing wrong with it Kendall. I’ll tell you this, as your therapist, I am on your side of things here. You speak your truth and others seem to become jealous of that, so they tend to bring you down to bring themselves up, does that sound about right to you?”

He nods, “Yes, you could say it’s like that. Some people do not like to hear the truth because it forces them to look inward and acknowledge their own flaws. So… what they do is attack the person telling them what they don’t want to hear even though it is the truth. It’s a basic human coping mechanism.”

“You have a way with words, you know that Kendall?”

He smiles a little, “Is that a backhanded compliment? Because it sounds like a backhanded compliment.”

“No no, I just wanted to tell you is all.”

He continues to smile and chuckles a little, “Thank you? I mean… thank you, but… I’m not entirely sure if you’re making fun of me or not.”

“I’m not making fun of you. You are just making this more interesting for me to listen to.”

“Oh. okay. Good. I’m sorry. I just…” He laughs a little in embarrassment, “you have no idea how stressful my life has been recently. It’s hard to trust that anyone is actually on my side, and not just pretending to be.”

“Mm. And when did these problems with trust start?”

He takes a breath in, “Not too long ago actually. Probably around when my sister began to date this smart businessman. He was proud of her I guess for choosing him and favorited her over me. I have spent every day since then trying to prove that it’s the wrong choice… and that I am the one who is supposed to be taking over. It’s been very… stressful. He says the last part a little quieter, almost like he didn’t really want to say it out loud.

“It sounds to me that your father changes his mind a lot. Does he change his mind often? Pick different children to favour often?”

He nods his head slowly, “Yes, he does. He’s always been that way. When Connor, the eldest, was born, it was always going to be him but I soon came into his life after and that’s when he favoured me more. After a while, he lost confidence in me. Then it was my brother Roman. After he saw Roman in action, he decided that his favourite was Shiv. Now, it’s like he's unsure anymore. He picks and chooses differently day by day.”

“This must be very hard on you, your father constantly picking and choosing. I’m guessing this triggers those trust issues of yours?”

“Yes, it is. It’s very hard not to feel like I’m in this… never ending competition with my own siblings. There’s always someone trying to favor with my father, someone trying to get ahead. And it doesn’t help when I see my own father… never thinking I’m good enough.”

“I know how you feel, Kendall. I feel similar, maybe not to that extent, but I’m a middle child as well. Seeing my older sister be better and more successful than me made me feel not good enough no matter how hard I tried. It’s just important for yourself to feel good about your own self and then you can grow from there.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. I… I have a lot of work to do to on myself, to be honest. I need to be more confident and just… truly feel better about myself and stop doubting things.”

“Well, I think that concludes our appointment today Kendall. You’re still interested in a follow-up appointment with me next week?”

“Yes, I could do that. It will be good for me I suppose.”

“Yeah, I think so too. And hey, until I see you again, I want you to focus on what we’ve talked about. Try and feel good about yourself okay? Try the best you can alright?”

He smiles softly, “Yeah, sure. Thank you again for this.”

“Anytime Kendall, see you next week. Oh and here, have one of my business cards, it has my number on it. Just text me if you need anything before I see you next okay?”

“Okay.” He replies with a smile.

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Notes: Yeah, I'm weird like that and write about therapy sessions, what about it?😎

#jeremy strong #kendall roy #hbo succession #Kendall Roy headcanons #Kendall Roy therapy sessions #therapy with Kendall Roy #therapy

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lexiepoch · 1 year

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Fridge Jail

Pairings: Loki x reader, reader x avengers (platonic)

Authors Note: I have no idea where this came from but it's here so ... Enjoy!

Word Count: 929

"Where is Y/n?" asks Steve, wandering into the library room.

"Not sure. Maybe check the gym?" suggests Nat.

"Good idea, I just came from the garage where Tony's working on something and she's not there. I'll go check the gym now, thanks Tash."

"Mhm," mumbles the ginger in reply, already buried back into her novel.

"Hey Sam! Buck! Either of you seen Y/n in the last twenty?"

"Nah man, last I saw her was breakfast." responds Bucky.

"I saw her about forty minutes ago now, she was arguing with Loki. Surprise, surprise. You might want to go talk to him," offers Sam, taking a gulp of his water.

"Good idea. Thanks Sam!"

"No problem man!"

Steve makes his way through the compound searching through the common spots where Loki hangs out a lot. He finds him in the kitchen, making a mug cake. "Hey Loki, have you seen Y/n by chance?"

"Yes I have, Steven. If you look directly to your left, you will as well." points out the god of mischief, putting the mug into the microwave.

Steve looks to where Loki stated, and there you sit. On top of the refrigerator. Hands and feet bound, with a gag in your mouth keeping you from making much noise. "Loki, why is Y/n tied up, gagged and on top of the fridge?" asks Steve as you make small grabby hands in the direction of the blond.

"She was bratting, as per usual. I got the idea of sitting her atop the refrigerator from the internet. But seeing as I know that if I put her up there without any bindings she would simply jump off. Hence why she is bound. She is in timeout." Explains the god, smirking as he does so. The microwave beeps and Loki retrieves his delicacy.

"O-kay then. That still doesn't explain as to why she is gagged though,"

"I gagged her because she was whining and whimpering quite noisily. Darling he is not going to take you out from your timeout, you still have ten minutes left. Do I need to add another five? As I was saying, she was being overly whiny. And her whines attract unneeded-" Loki is cut off by you smacking your ankles on the cupboards beside you and crying loudly against the gag in your mouth. "For that, I am adding another ten minutes up there and five swats, darling. Are you sure you want to be fussing around?" Loki states, making you tear up a little.

"Reindeer games, why is Y/n on my fridge?" asks Stark, coming into the kitchen and grabbing and apple.

"Timeout." responds Loki simply. Tony shrugs, biting into his Granny Smith as he walks away. Turning back to Steve, Loki continues. "As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted, her whines attract unneeded attention. Which is exactly what she wants when she is bratty. Hence the gag. Now, was there a particular reason you were searching for her, Steven?"

"Yes, there is. Her court ordered therapist phoned to say that Y/n has skipped the last three of their mandatory meetings. And that if she misses the next one Y/n will have to be placed under arrest and brought to the clinic through force." You cry out through the gag again as Loki shakes his head.

"Well then. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. She will be dealt with. What punishment fits the crime the best, in your opinion Captain?"

"I think that the denial of four orgasms should teach her a lesson."

"I like the way you think, Rogers. That sounds perfect."

~An hour and a half later~

"Stevie?" you whine, limping into the library room. You are only dressed in a baggy shirt and men's underwear.

Steve and Nat both look up from their respective books and coo sympathetically at you. "Hey Y/n, you alright button?" asks Steve, draping his book over the arm of the sofa. You shake your head, rubbing at your wrists, where the rope dents remain. "Oh, button. Come sit honey." You shuffle over and sit slowly on the cushion before whining at the discomfort.

"Nope, hold her up Steve, I'll stick a pillow underneath her." says Nat, lurching from her spot to go retrieve the thick throw pillow she tossed across the room earlier. As she returns with the pillow in hand, Steve carefully lifts you off the couch, ensuring not to as much as brush your 'goods'. Nat places the throw pillow underneath Steve's hands and helps him lower you back down.

"Did he at least give you one before he cleaned you up, button?" You nod. "It was good, huh?"

"So good. Always feels so good." you mumble, leaning into the man beside you. You snuggle your face under his chin and doze off as he picks his book back up.

A few minutes later Nat speaks up. "So, where did you find her?"

"Fridge jail, in timeout." Steve snickers as he say the words 'fridge jail'.

"Wait, fridge jail? Like all those fake ass videos on social media?" Nat giggles.

"Yep, just like those. But for real. Loki had her bound and gagged so she couldn't cry for forgiveness as she does or jump down. It wasn't bad planning. Maybe I'll use it on somebody else in this room who gets bratty sometimes." Steve side-eyes the woman on the opposite end of the couch.

"You wouldn't dare," Nat's face drops and she crosses her arms.

"Oh but wouldn't I?" Steve winks at the ginger.

La Fin

#loki laufeyson #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #natasha romanoff #drabble #loki x reader #loki x yn #loki x y/n fluff #fluffy fluff #fluffy drabbles #avengers x y/n #avengers fluff

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pico-digital-studios · 1 month

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Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: A Leader's Doubt

Sometime after More than One Universe and Funkinverse, Gwen Stacy and Gracie were both walking through a dark void, having been summoned there by EV!Sonic.

Gracie: So, what do ya think the blue hedgehog's wanting us for?

Gwen: Maybe to discuss the whole multiverse mumbo-jumbo stuff, I presume. I mean, we've both seen a lot of what it all has to offer, and fought some of the worst out there.

Gracie: True dat. I guess you and me might not be too different after all, huh?

Gwen: Yeah. That's one way to think about it.

They saw EV!Sonic up ahead, looking at many screens and floating panels, with the present (at the time) voyage of Sonic Prime and Shadow Prime in the middle.

Gwen: Is this your multiverse?

EV!Sonic: Yeah. Quite a crazy concept, isn't it? It's something a good handful of us are aware of and know plenty about, but at the same time... it's something we know frighteningly little of.

Gracie: And that screen closest to us?

EV!Sonic: That's the "Prime" versions of me and Shadow. Essentially the focal point from which our universes, including mine, stemmed from.

Gracie: The Earth-Prime Theory? We don't have that back in my stretch of the multiverse. Then again, likely because "Boyfriend Prime" is consistently disconnected from all of us.

Gwen: And if there was a Spider-Man Prime, like in those comics, I doubt he'd be linked to any of our endeavours. So what did you bring us over for?

EV!Sonic: Well, I... I heard about what happened with those "Societies" in your corners of the multiverse, and that must really suck.

Gwen: It does. I swore my own group against Miguel and his strike force after Miles was the eye-opener I sorely needed.

Gracie: Same thing with me and Salty.

EV!Sonic: Well, I'd been starting up my own Society a few months ago, but I've been aiming to avoid the flaws Miguel and Cam have been doing, as I witnessed before I tried to catch The X before. Thing is...

He sighed in worry, looking towards them with concern.

EV!Sonic: I'm worried that I could screw things up in the long-run, and I don't want to fall into the same trap those two did, or worse. I just want to be a good leader for all these guys and not hold them in one place for so long.

Gwen: I mean, you do have them working part-time, right?

EV!Sonic: Yeah. Three days a week each at maximum, with our busiest being Fridays and Saturdays. And I don't work full-time, either, since we've two leaders.

Gracie: Well, our advice? Have good therapists on standby, treat everyone with utmost respect, don't enforce canon events, and things should be smooth sailing!

Gwen: Mhm. And if members need the rights, they're more than welcome to shuffle away from their work if need be. I mean, you guys in your universes, from what I heard, aren't usually alone in your work, right?

EV!Sonic: Yeah, not usually. We always have friends available to help hold the fort for us if their base heroes are here or helping at other multiverse corners. I mainly called you two here for your input, since I know you both had it horribly in those Societies.

Gwen: Yeah... My father quitting the police force was proof enough that canon events can be averted.

Gracie: Yeah. I guess that served as motivation for Benjamin as well to side with us in stopping The X.

EV!Sonic: Thanks, girls. I really appreciate it.

Gwen: Anytime! Guess we got some good advice out of our experiences. Heh, even though we're not the absolute best at it.

EV!Sonic: Yeah. Since your faction managed to severely weaken The X before, Gracie, I think there might be a chance that my faction's able to apprehend him. At least, with some backup this time.

Gracie: Yeah, good call. Even with me, Salty, XML and Goldie couldn't beat The X all on our own when he was getting stronger. So I wish you guys the best of luck with it.

EV!Sonic: Thanks. I mean, he was based on us, so we know what to expect out of him. You two should head back to your dimensions shortly, though. Your places might need you.

Gwen: Yeah, that's a good call. Let's swing it out of here!

Gwen thwipped a pair of webs to make her leave.

Gracie: So, you hoping to be a better place for Benjamin to work part-time?

EV!Sonic: I am, yeah, considering his ties to someone within the SEGAVerse. Well, see you around, Gracie.

Gracie: See ya! Oh, erm, I didn't catch your name before.

EV!Sonic (with a soft smile): Sonic the Hedgehog. And I'm not the only one.

They shared a nod to each other with respect before Gracie left.

#sonic exe #sonic the hedgehog #spider verse #sth #sonic #sonic fandom #sth au #sonic au #spider man #friday night funkin

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yummygender · 7 months

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Beyond The Timelines 4: Meeting the Variant

Loki meets a very…interesting variant

(Warnings: description of bruises and vomit, spoilers for Thor and some Loki comics)

Loki sat up as he rubbed his neck. He was in the void…but not in his old appearance, no. He had his black horns and green robes. He wasn’t in the TVA uniform. Loki stood up as he walked around, nearly falling of a hill as he looked up beyond the horizon of tiny hills…until he locked his eyes on a variant with a broken off horn. Was it Sylvie?

“Sylvie!”

No response…but the the horns began to move.

“SYLVIE!!”

Loki climbed down the hill and ran up to the shadow, only for it to end up not being Sylvie…but he was a variant, just not one he’s ever met before.

“Y-you’re me.”

“…yes, what do you want?”

“I…I need help.”

“With?”

“Mobius.”

The variant lifted an eyebrow.

“Who’s that?”

“A friend…”

“Lokis don’t go out of their way to save someone unless they really really care about them…”

“Are you saying that I’m lying?”

The variant smirked.

“I’m saying you’re not telling the whole story.”

Loki hesitated. Could he be trusted? Should Loki trust the beaten up variant? He looked at the variant. A broken horn like Sylvie’s, a missing tooth and a black eye. He was beaten up.

“What happened?”

“To me or…”

“To you.”

The variant chuckled as he shook his head.

“Just a bit banged up.”

“What’s your name?”

“Iokl.”

“You…you just flipped th-“

“Yeah yeah yeah, I know…I know…I flipped ‘Loki’ to ‘Iokl’, I know.”

“Can you help me?”

Iokl rubbed his neck as he sighed.

“Sure…but what do you need help with?”

“Thanos kidnapped my friend.”

Iokl’s eyes widened at the mention of kidnapping.

“Kidnapped?”

“Yes.”

“H-how?!”

“I don’t know…”

Silence filled the air as the two stared at each other.

“Where is he?”

“He said that…he’s where it all began.”

The two began to think. It made no scene at all. The beginning. The very beginning.

“When did you first met Thanos?”

“After falling off the Rainbow Bridge…”

Loki’s eyes bugged.

“Oh no! I-If he could get to Mobius, then he can time travel a-and he…”

“The Rainbow Bridge has no fencing…”

Loki began to hyperventilate as he had a panic attack. The entire world was spinning and he felt like he was going to vomit. Thanos was going to throw Mobius off the bridge. No mortal can survive that fall. It was a long drop.

Iokl frowned as Loki eventually vomited. The poor god cared so much for Mobius.

“Do you…love him?”

“I-I mean…I am Bi, b-but I…”

He gently sat down as he continued to vomit over the cliff. Iokl knelt down and gently rubbed his back.

“I need an army.”

“You need a therapist…”

Loki glared at the younger variant as he wiped away the salvia. He wasn’t used to anyone but Mobius being gentle with him, so he was pretty jumpy at the touch.

“Don’t touch me!”

Iokl gently lifted his hands as he backed away.

“Sorry. Sorry…”

Loki and Iokl locked eyes for awhile as Loki remembered why he was here.

“You’ve meet Thanos…”

“I’ve wielded the infinity gauntlet…”

“What?!”

Iokl smiled, his eyes glistening with mischief. He was definitely planning something.

“Mhm.”

“So, you can help me?”

“Sure…but you’re gonna need an army.”

Loki nodded as he smiled.

“Thank you.”

“Of course…now let’s find you an army…we’re gonna need more Lokis.”

#loki #marvel loki #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic

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The Spark

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Niamh is a damn good therapist, and after finding a new drinking buddy distraught, she's determined to help him re-find the spark with his husband. Even better if she can get a little extra out of the arrangement.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53356360/chapters/135038386

Series: The Brookford Tales

Tags: Femdom, Slow Burn, Succubi & Incubi, Bisexual Male Character, Abuse of Authority, Threesome - F/M/M

Niamh leaned against the doorframe, listening to the two men argue outside of her office in hushed tones.

“For fucks sake Ryan, we need this! If you don't knock on that fucking door you can pack your shit and leave today.”

“Li- fine.”

Niamh lit the incense burner on the sideboard before opening the door to a scruffy looking man wearing a leather jacket, poised with his fist an inch from where the wood used to stand.

“Ryan, I presume?” Niamh smiled at the tall man, studying his stature.

“And Liam! So good to see you again!” she enthused to the shorter man hovering nervously behind him.

“Uh- Yeah. That's me. Thanks for getting him home the other night Doc.. but I don't thi-”

“Nonsense! I wasn't going to let anyone harm the poor boy” Niamh cut him off, ushering them both into the office and sitting them on the couch, perching herself on the leather chair opposite them and picking her notepad up.

“Now, let's start with you, Liam. We spoke a little at the bar on Saturday, but I'd like to revisit your issues so they're fresh in my memories. Ryan, during this I don't want you to speak, or argue, just listen, understand?”

The taller man looked dumbfounded, like he wasn't used to being spoken to in such a demanding tone, but he nodded nonetheless. Niamh turned to Liam as he began to speak, blowing his sandy blond hair out of his eyes.

“Just.. Me and Ryan have been together for so long. I don't know if the spark between us has faded, or if I've put on weight or something, but.. we just don't have sex anymore. There's always an excuse and I just wish he'd talk to me about why, so we could fix it..”

“Mhm I see, and do you think Ryan could possibly be seeing other men, or women, behind your back?” She asked bluntly. At this, the man in question opened his mouth like he was about to interject, but a simple look set him right.

“Absolutely not.” Liam replied, staring into the therapist’s deep amber eyes with a surprising fire “I trust him implicitly and I know he would never do that, but there's a reason and I want to know why before it causes issues between us. I'm pent up and it makes me argue with him more and more.”

Niamh nodded at this. “Okay good, so we know that the love and trust is still there. So this should be an easier fix than I usually have with couples. Now, Liam, I would like you to show the same courtesy to Ryan.”

Liam nodded quietly as she turned her head to the older man, who looked as if she had just pointed a loaded gun at him. He coughed awkwardly and opened his mouth a few times before speaking.

“I'm.. not good with feelings doc.” He began gruffly. “I understand it's something I need to work on, ‘specially for Liam's sake, and I'm trying but..”

“Take all the time you need” Niamh smiled gently. She noticed the pair’s eyelids had began to grow a little heavier, and they both had a thin sheen of sweat covering their respective foreheads. The incense was definitely working it's magic, loosening them both up for her.

“I.. well. I look like this.” Ryan gestured to himself and Niamh nodded quietly. “Like what, Ryan?”

“I mean, I'm large, I'm rough lookin’ and I wear a lot of ‘man clothes.’ Always feels like I've gotta act a certain way, you know? Especially during.. uhm. You know.” Ryan shifted awkwardly in his seat, refusing eye contact. Out of the corner of her eye, Niamh noticed that Liam had a subtle bulge in his jeans, and he had also undone the top button of his shirt, exposing a little bit of collarbone. She subtly bit her lip.

“So.. you believe that the way you look dictates that you must ask dominant in all walks of life? Especially during Intercourse?” She turned back to Ryan, focusing on his worried looking face.

“I mean.. yeah. Hit the nail on the head really Doc.” Ryan shrugged. “Not Liam's fault, definitely not cos I'm shagging someone on the side, just my own head at war with itself I guess. Makes me push him away a lot, which I definitely shouldn't do.”

Niamh could barely get a word out before Liam had bolted up, wrapping his arms around Ryan and burying his head in the gruff man’s shoulder. “Ryan.. you dumbass. Why didn't you tell me? We could have done.. something? I don't know what but.. something.”

Smiling at the sweet display of love, the older woman took some notes down, nibbling on the end of her pencil as she formulated an idea that might just work out for all three of them.

“If I may..” she looked at the pair “I have an idea. It may take a few weeks to come to fruition for you. Liam, do you think you could go that long without intercourse?”

The blond nodded eagerly. “Of course! As long as I know that we’re okay, and it's working towards fixing our issues.”

“Excellent. Now then, Liam, I would like you to begin being a little more forward with Ryan. Maybe instead of going out to eat together, you take him to a restaurant you would both like, order for him, that sort of thing. Small, simple shifts in your dynamic that can adjust Ryan slowly and show him that it's okay to defer to you, and make you a little more comfortable.”

She maintained eye contact with the two men, gauging their reactions, Liam looked deep in thought, while Ryan seemed to be paralysed, wide eyes staring back at her.

“I would like you both to refrain from sex for a few weeks while we gauge the success of these exercises, and also so we don't thrust Ryan too quickly into things he may not be used to. Ryan, I would like you to take a backseat on things more, begin to defer to Liam in small ways. Liam, you have my permission to put your husband in his place if you must” Niamh joked, eyes sparkling as the front of Ryan’s trousers twitched in the corner of her vision. Maybe her incense was a little strong this time around.

As she walked them to the door she smiled, laying a soft hand on Ryan's upper arm. “Remember, Ryan, our bodies do not define who we are. There is no shame, and certainly no loss of masculinity, in submission.”

Ryan nodded as he linked hands with his husband and they headed out the door. Niamh watched them go, a soft, predatory grin on her face.

#text #moons writes #my thots #sub stuff #I'm excited to post chapter 2!!

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