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angel1kisses · 20 days
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Hii just wanted to say that I love yours works and reread them a lot, also I wanted to know if you could write how the members feel about their chubby girlfriend(?) if that makes sense, angst fluff smut anything you’re comfortable with
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶Enha with a chubby s/o
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Contains☆ Fluff, mentions of insecurities, mentions of food, hints of nsfw with the hyung line and sunoo
(A/n) : i just made it as small hc's!
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Heeseung
☆He loves your thighs and belly sm , he literally can't keep his hands off of your body (unless you're starting to feel uncomfortable) ☆He loves laying his head on your stomach , it's just so soft and he also loves to press kisses on it. Something he also loves to do is blow raspberries on your stomach just to hear you giggle because of how ticklish it feels ☆If you ever feel insecure , he's going to reassure you a lot and show you in other ways just how much he loves your body. It always ends with bite marks and hickeys on your belly , sometimes even on your plump ass
Jay
☆He loves chubby woman , i said what i said. He loves having you sat on his lap, his hand rubbing your belly and gently kneading it ☆he loves cooking for you , if you ever worry about your weight , he's gonna knock those insecurities out of your head (not literally-). He wants to make sure you eat well , weight doesn't matter to him as long as you eat well ☆Don't get me started on your ass, he can't stop himself from touching it . It's just so plump, round and soft , he loves it whenever you're on top with your backside facing him
Jake
☆Can't stop touching your ass pt.2. This men is so in love with your body god damn. If you feel insecure in front of him , he literally goes :( and talks with your about it to hear you out before reassuring you ☆He loves everything about your body but next to your ass , he loves your thighs so much , especially when they're wrapped around his head and suffocating him. ☆Another one who also loves to kiss your belly and rub it , it's just so soft , he can't help himself :(
Sunghoon
☆He loves carrying you , scooping you up in his arms and hold you close to him (and also just because he likes to show you that your weight is no issue for him) ☆He loves touching your thighs , always having his hand on your thigh and squeezing the fat of it ☆another one who especially loves it when your thighs are wrapped around his head and suffocating him , especially when you sit on his face
Sunoo
☆another one who loves chubby woman , he loves your body so much , he's so in love with you :( ☆as i've said before in a different post , he loves to gently bite your inner thighs and having his head buried between your legs ☆He absolutely loves having you on his lap with his arms wrapped around your , he loves it so much so never feel insecure with him. He'd be so heartbroken to know how insecure you could be with your body
Jungwon
☆he doesn't really care if you're chubby or not , as long as your healthy and eating well , that's all that matters to him ☆he also loves to kiss your belly and lay his head on either your belly or thighs ☆if you feel insecure , immediately talk with him. He's such a good listener and spend his time reassuring you , it doesn't matter what time it is
Riki
☆another one who doesn't care if you're chubby or not , he just wants you to be healthy and to eat well ☆ohh he loves rubbing your belly while his head is resting on it , you're like a soft pillow to him ☆another good listener whenever you're insecure and have your doubts , he'll spend his time reassuring you even if it takes months. He just loves you so much and wants you to see yourself in the way he sees you
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gamerwoman3d · 6 months
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◜ mk1 men kinks & darker motivations part 1 of ?◞
▸ includes: sub-zero [mk1 versions] ◂
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[Spicy/Explicit after the cut 🔞]
SUB-ZERO
Bi-han is a man who secretly enjoys being told what to do by a confident lover more than anything else in the world. In his day-to-day life, he feels exhausted from doing the mental labors of ensuring he's made the best leadership decisions possible at all goddamn times because his choices affect everyone's lives. He's sick of being tested and questioned by incompetent whiners. He is constantly surrounded by people who feel insecure in his presence, and that they express their insecurities in grating, passive-agressive ways agravates him beyond belief. Bi-han wants and needs a break from the decision making processes, and longs for any chance to let his hair down. He needs this break the most in the bedroom, with his closest relationships.
For part 1, Reptile, Click Here
When he wants something from a lover, he will *ask* for it. But it is up to the lover to *decide* whether or not to give him what he's asked for. What he wants most from his lovers is the ability to not only articulate what they want, but to *decide* what will be done about it.
Whatever you decide you want, he'll get it to you. And he has no moral qualms about it. Do you fantasize of prostitutes and expensive imports? They're yours, if you only set him to the task of acquiring them. Do you fantasize about that idiot that left you on read and broke your heart long before you met Bi-han? Say the word and he'll go fetch the fuckwit. He'll deliver anything or anyone to you in any state you desire it to be delivered in. You can be merciful or cold-hearted. You can be selfish and downright evil. As long as you're competent, confident, and happy, Bi-han is satisfied.
Because every time you make a decision, in life or in bed, it grants him an opportunity to just make you happy. And if he makes you happy, then to him, he just made the whole world happy, because in those moments when he's with you, you are the world to him.
Your most heinous requests would be met only with a bow of acknowledgement, followed by action.
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What you want is important to him, and he'll be very accommodating to your desires. If you want him soft and sweet, or rough and demanding, don't stop at simply expressing it- command him. Every single day, others try to command and control him, and every day he's tempted to just let them have control. No one else has earned that privilege but you, and he's excited when you exercise that privilege.
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He has issues with blind obedience. He wants to obey someone who at least considers his wants and takes his needs into account. He wants to obey someone who makes him feel validated. And above all, he wants to obey someone that he has chosen to obey. As long as he's chosen you, he'll open up and trust you with his secrets.
He has buttoned up his own desires and fantasies, and dreams of you commanding him to express them. Telling him "I want to know your darkest fantasies" isn't enough. Demand them. "Tell me your darkest fantasy." Call him out on it if he hesitates. "You're hesitating. I asked you to speak. Don't delay me."
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He will tell you that he's fascinated by the fact that the people he killed make the same expressions at the brink of death as the people he pleasured have made at the brink of orgasm. This realization has left him very curious about the way death at his hands must feel.
He confides that he savors the moments spent watching his victims composure fall apart, and that when he kills someone, that he commits their shocked, dying faces to memory. His darkest fantasy is that he could freeze every face at its climax, and kept them stuck in that moment forever, forever watching him as he studied them. The more beautiful the face, the more he regrets not saving the moment.
He admits that after he's been forced to kill powerful people, he sometimes feels aroused for days. He hesitated to say anything because he feels some shame over this arousal - he isn't disgusted with himself over enjoying it, but he feels it is somehow wrong. He *asks* you to keep it in mind in the future; he wants you to take advantage of his arousal, while also placing you in a position to manipulate his shameful feelings. He does this because he trusts you to manage your relationship with each other, while he manages everything else in the world.
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After coming home from battle, he wants you to command him - and hopes that you'll command him to fuck until you're both senseless.
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He confesses he's into the idea of overstimulating lovers because of how similar their actions are to the dying. The muffled howls, the pleading, the shock in the face, the sudden tension, and the uncontrollable shuddering are the same across the two activities. He dreams of being overstimulated and killed, just so he can know what it feels like.
But until then, he would like to overstimulate beautiful lovers. He wants to be responsible for extreme pleasure, trusted with a lover's body during those moments when their body falls completely out of their own control. Bi-han figures that that is the one thing in common between the dying and the cumming - the loss of command over their own body. The loss is temporary while cumming, but permanent in death.
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He makes your expressions the object of his focus. He wants the loss of control to last as long as possible. He asks if he can do anything to make you cum, hard. He asks permission to do things to you that would make you cum, and also permission to keep going. He says if he can make you cum, if he can hit just the right spot, if he can make you howl and contort in pleasure, maybe he can make that moment last for a long time by freezing your body.
The thought of being totally unable to move during orgasm isn't for everyone. Even if it is, there's always a risk of injury. But you don't have to tell him yes. "We are not doing that," is a phrase he longs to hear from you when he knows his desires are unwise or downright evil.
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"Harder," "Quiet," "Not yet," "Stop," and "Don't stop" are some of his favorite words, but only when they come from your lips. Not only can you use these terms when he's pleasuring you, you can bring him attractive people and order him to pleasure them, or torture them, for your entertainment.
He might find he loves to hear you say "Stop" when he's on the brink of cumming into someone else, or on the brink of making them cum. Not because it isn't torture; it is. But it also proves that he can be obedient to the ones he's chosen. And above all, it proves that he is making choices when he disobeys others who claim to have power over him.
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Every time he obeys you, it's as if he's saying "Fuck you" to everyone else who desires to control him. The harder it is to control himself, the more it pleases him to obey your commands.
"Me first," he wants to hear you say. "Down," he wants to hear you say. He wants to feel your hand in his hair, lowering his head between your thighs. He longs to hear you say "Make me scream your name."
I'd caution against confusing obedience with disrespect. This man is feral - he probably grew up in a wilderness, interacting with more wild animals than tamed peoples on any given day. Any whiff of true disrespect in the form of humiliation or denigration might make him seek to choose another at best, and put you in your place at worst. He wants you to feel like you're proud to have earned his trust; you can gloat that he desires you, chooses you, and respects you, but do not dare to gloat as if you conquered him.
If you call yourself his, you can call him yours in the same way. He will call you "mine" in a possessive way, and he expects you to feel the same about him. You do not belong to any master. You do not belong to any god. You belong to yourself and you choose to belong to him. Just as it might excite you deeply to hear him growl "mine, you are mine, this is mine," he is equally aroused to hear you claim him. He melts to hear your declarations and commands.
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"You're mine. If anyone else tells you what to do... kill them."
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i-am-hungry-24-7 · 17 days
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Since you open ask box and request, can I get TF141 men (or Ghost and Gaz if you don't feel like to write all of them) reacting to cool, rarely smile, intimidating and stoic reader finally smiling for the first time. Let's say reader has soft spot for certain things (cat, dog, book, flower etc) and they immediately smile when they see them without realize it. Boys just keep falling harder for reader and decide to make it their mission to make reader smiles more often.
I guess that's all for now. Thank you
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hello🦈 anon!! Sorry I wasn't sure you want me to write them separately or together, so I chose the latter lmao. Hope you will like it (or don't hate it), TYSM for the request :) I love this request so much since I'm always a fan of cool reader. tf141*GN!Reader, Reader's kinda tsundere word count: 1.9k
Every member of Task Force 141 saw you as a capable teammate, you went through thick and thin with them, and always have their back. On the field, your shooting accuracy and excellent combat skills saved you and the team many times, quickly clearing any threat so the mission wouldn’t be compromised. You have rarely been scolded by Price, and always dealt with your paperwork impeccably. The only problem was that you’re too stoic, they never saw you smile from the first day you joined the task force. More like a robot than a human, this is how others evaluated you, and you had an aura that made recruits afraid to speak to you.
You even smiled less than Ghost, at least the man still got some dry humor and bad jokes to spit out, but you rarely reacted to greetings except a nod, less to say about Soap and Gaz joking with you, they were lucky if you spared them a crook of your eyebrows to their teasing that day. but this only made your teammates curious —especially Soap — eager to know the person under the facade, even if it was just a little. Soap wrote down what he discovered from you every day in his journal, from how you always have your tea, to trivial habits like you would frown nearly imperceptibly when you see the cafeteria is out of your favorite sandwich. Soap would tell other men about what he finds about you today, and they would keep those details in mind too. Until the day, Laswell brought a big cake which she was gifted by others but she was unable to finish it herself. They saw your eyes brighten instantly, and an expectant smile blooms on your face. Your eyes stuck on the exquisite big cake in front of you, not aware of Gaz gaping at your smile like he saw the sun rise from the west today, how Price immediately stopped his hand while smoking his cigar so he could take a good look, even Ghost’s eyes were wide like full moon behind his mask. It wasn't until Soap’s yelp that dragged you out of your trance, and you turned around just to find all your teammates staring at you like you were an alien. “Any issues, MacTavish?” Confused, you asked Soap who made you stop staring at the cake. “You- You can smile?” “Did I?” “Well, let’s finish this quickly so it won’t left over to tomorrow” Price raised his hand to interrupt the talk before Soap could say other things “The fridge has no place to put this bloody huge cake.” After Price’s command, all of you walked and took a plate and fork. Price sliced a medium size for him, Ghost did the same. Soap took the knife and sliced a slightly bigger one for him and Gaz, but when he was about to cut one for you, you reached out your hand to beckon a “give me” gesture, which Soap obliged and handed over the handle to you. Only for him to see you slice 1/3 of that damn enormous cake and put it on your plate. “Wha- ye sure ye can eat all of ‘em ?!” His jaw dropped at the huge slice of cake that made the center of your paper plate sink, but only received an “huh” face from you. Well, his concern was unneeded, because you devoured the whole thing in 5 minutes, faster than everyone else, and stood up to cut another piece. “you really like cake ain’t you.” Gaz chuckled at the scene where you almost bury your face in the plate. “No.” “Then why are you smiling like a kid who sees their favorite toy?” Frowning, you touched your cheek to check, and oh shit, you truly were. “I-“ your face changed from :D to :| while you tried to find an excuse “It’s just Captain said that don’t leave the cake overnight, so I’m eating this much, not that I love cake.”
Even though your poor excuse, all of them knew their new goal now: bringing you cakes so they could see the pretty smile enthralled them. The first who brought you cake is Ghost, he saw a strawberry shortcake on his way back to the base, he didn’t think twice before he told the staff to wrap the cake for him. and he was sure his decision was right when he showed it to you, and you two sat in the common area. He drank the tea you made for him as appreciation while watching that pretty smile reappear on your face again. “Look who said they don’t love cakes, and eatin’ like a man who haven’t eaten in days now.” He lifted his mask to his nose to drink the tea, so when you shot him a glare, you could see the smirk spreading on his lips. “You bought it and I don’t want to waste it, that’s it.” you stabbed the fork on the cake. Ghost huffed out a laugh at your answer, but when you went back to swallow a full spoon of whipped cream, he took note in his mind to buy you the chocolate mousse he saw at the store next time, so the precious expression.
Gaz bought you an Earl Grey mille crepe cake a few days after, which was the flavor of your favorite tea. “It’s it good?” He gave you a toothly grin that you thought was too dazzling when the “not bad” slipped out your lips whilst you were busy finishing the cake. He sat beside you and ate the slice you cut for him, and he rambled about what happened today to entertain you. You pretended you were not interested, eyes never left the cake, but you memorized everything he said clearly.
Of course, Soap wouldn’t forget to dig into this breakthrough of yours. A big ‘they love CAKES!’ was written in his journal, with 2 circles highlighting the words. He considered you have eaten crepe cake and shortcake from Ghost and Gaz, so he got you a basque cheesecake. “What is this?” You tilted your head when you opened the take-out box. “basque cheesecake. Heard it from the medics.” Soap watched you attentively take a little bite at the cake, and he laughed when your face beamed up in a second. “Not bad?” He knew you just refused to admit you love cakes. You answered with your cheeks stuffed with cheesecake. “NAOW BAA” After he waved goodbye to you, he came back to his barrack, he opened his journal. a big ‘Basque cheesecake ✔️’ had been added under the circles.
The captain hadn’t let the chances to see your face gleam with happiness slip by too. As usual, you came to his office with a flawless report, and for some debrief about the next mission. When it was over and you were about to leave, he called your name to stop you from exiting. “Is there anything I forgot to tell you, Captain?” Your face was serious, without any improper or unprofessional, but it didn’t last long because Price took out a fresh cream Swiss roll. “You’re going to drool all over your shirt, sergeant.” He teased and received a little scowl from you, but the harmless scowl was unable to stop him from fixating on and mesmerized by the satisfied grin that lingered on your face when you made both of you some tea and started consuming the whole roll.
You got pampered by all 4 men of your team for months. Thanks to the high amount of exercise, you didn’t gain belly fat, and getting lots of cakes from them had you started gifting them things too. You got Ghost some nice whiskey when you came back from leave, which he gladly accepted and invited you to drink together. You gave Soap some snacks from your hometown and stationeries for journaling, and almost get squished into a dough by his tight embrace. Gaz got some game cards from you, and when he surprisingly asked you why you knew he wanted those games for a while, you just shrugged and walked away, there was no chance that you were gonna tell him you had been listening to him and Soap chatting about them. Price entered his office one day morning, and saw his box of favorite cigars and tea being placed on his desk. He realized it was you in the blink of an eye, only you would choose to secretly put gifts and refuse to leave a note indicating who you were. He just patted your head and thanked you when he met you in the training room.
Times flew fast when your life was occupied with missions and training (and cakes). Tonight you went out for a while to buy something for your teammates, since they still insisted on feeding you cakes frequently, recompensing them with gifts they loved had become your habit too. but when you searched from the common room to Price’s office, you couldn’t find any of them. Odd, you thought, you hadn’t heard them leaving the base too, you even searched each of their room, which still lacked their figures. Furrowing your brows, you decided to go back to your room, maybe you could give them tomorrow. What you didn’t expect was when you opened the door of your room, you were welcomed by Soap and Gaz’s exciting voice. “Happy birthday!” “Jesus… I was searching for all of you…” Your eyes rounded “Wait… It’s my birthday today?” “Don’t tell me ye didn’ remember!” Soap, who standing closest to you and with a birthday cake, shoved you playfully with his elbow. “I…” You glanced at the calendar hanging on your wall, unable to form words when you realized it really was your birthday today. “Come take a seat, love.” Price’s words help you fill the silence. You slowly closed the door behind you, and your gaze traveled from the elegant cake, the flames dancing on the candle, to your teammates — the people you trusted with your life. “A cake makes you stupid, sergeant?” You heard Ghost chuckle at your reaction, but you didn’t glower at him this time, because you felt tears welled up in your eyes, uncontrollably. “Oh no, lovie’s going ta cry!” Gaz joked at you while he led you to your seat. You blinked away tears before they could escape, and smack at Gaz’s bicep. “Shut up, Garrick.” The laughs and jokes filled your little room with joy, you sat there listening to Gaz and Soap banter with Ghost about how he was so selective about the cake so they could give you the best one, and as Ghost retorted back, a plate was handed to you. The biggest slice among others, full of whipped cream and fruits decorating it. You picked up the fork and started eating, the sweetness spread inside your mouth, with the fruit neutralizing it and taking the taste to a whole other level. “Ye always smile when ye eatin’ cakes, you know? really like cakes don’t ye?” You raised your head from the plate, and finding everyone looking at you, with such softness you questioned yourself if you were able to reciprocate, and you touched your cheeks, you could feel the corner of your lips curling upwards. but this time, you deepened your grin, warm and fascinating, before you picked up your fork again. “Maybe I do.”
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hyewka · 1 year
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warning: not proofread, perv!gyu in all his realness 🙂..
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beomgyu as your best friend. someone who genuinely cares for you, someone who taught you how important it is to upkeep your platonic relationships because they are just as important and valuable as your romantic ones. there's just something about him that makes you guys almost inseparable, ever since meeting him at your freshman orientation. you guys just...clicked.
which is exactly why beomgyu thinks you're on the same page, or at least somewhat, when it comes to the supposed sexual tension he'd feel is there when things get weirdly intimate. he's tried it out, asking you jokingly if you guys should just fuck, it's not like he hasn't been upfront about how sexy he finds you, admitting it upfront the first day he met you--but maybe that was the issue, the joking nature of his voice, even when he's 100% serious. the exact reason why you laughed your ass off, saying "could you imagine?"
beomgyu would scoff lightly, an embarrassed smile as he plays with the drawstrings of his sweats before eventually laughing along, returning your energy with no fail.
because, hell fucking yeah he could.
it's a little embarrassing how fast things turn from platonic to a quick trip to the bathroom, biting down on his lips, sighing from pleasure, eyes shut closed just imagining how you'd look slipping off the new bodycon you were asking his opinion on. the guilt pooling in his chest is what ironically fuels his speed, frantically jerking off his dick, his eyes rolling back his head when he's close to cumming-- that was his signal to finally imagine your face just one more time, just one more time and he's trembling as he makes a mess into the toilet paper he crumbled in his hand.
whenever you'd spin around, doing those cute little fashion shows that you routinely do before leaving for a party, that was when he'd subconsciously take in every detail he could catch, your curves, the way the top would cup your breasts, god--your breasts. a lucky day is when he could see your nipples outlined through your dress.
its been a tortue for beomgyu, having to quickly pull your pillow laying on your bed, the one he was sitting on as he waited for you to come out your room's bathroom and show him the third outfit option, attempting to hide his boner laying it on top of his lap. but he's so dumb, he's dirty, so disgusting...would you find him disgusting?
what would you think of him if you knew he was bucking his hips ever so slightly, trying to be as discreet as possible, into the pillow the was only meant to hide the stupid erection of his. he can't help it, he can't. especially when the dress you come out wearing is the one he picked out for you a few weeks ago, the one you refused to buy when he took it off the clothing rack--it was a gem to him, but you said it was a little too skimpy, and he snapped out of it, god what was he thinking?
but here you were, the exact dress he recommended, on you. "what do you think?" you asked, examining yourself on your wall mirror. what did he think? he was currently fucking your pillow, going crazy, his hand gripping onto the softness-- he...thought a lot to say the least. but mostly how he definitely did not want you wearing this to yeonjun's party.
beomgyu hasn't ever been possessive of you--he never minded it when you dated people or hung out with other people more than him, but you couldn't wear this out. he can't let other men have this, the bright red complimenting your skin so fucking beautifully, shit, the intricate design of the cuts in all the right places--he just couldn't.
"i don't really like it..." he managed to say normally enough, that it wasn't weird.
you furrow your brows, turning to him, "you're the one who begged me to buy it though?"
"just think the other one was better," he tried to smile, but the ends of his lips were trembling, he couldn't stop ruining your pillow, even when your eyes were directly on him.
thankfully you didn't notice, your attention more on the dresses. "fuck...you're right...you're right! the green one was pretty fucking hot, right?" with a nod of his head, you quickly pick up the discard green dress on the floor, immediately in the bathroom again due to the restraint of time.
beomgyu as your perverted best friend, going back to his dorm after a long shift, opening his computer to relieve his stress and like any man in his early twenties, choosing porn as the tool to do exactly that. clicking on the genre he'd usually get himself off to, until his eyes find themselves staring into a thumbnail--a pov video. beomgyu was never really into this, not ever getting the hype. but it wouldn't hurt to watch one, just for a change of routine.
before he knew it, his eyes bored into his computer screen, on his ninth video of the pov shots. he only watched intently, before the next video autoplayed, the tenth one. he was about to call it a day, shutting off the tab but something caught his eye, halting his movement, slight sweat breaking out on his forehead--why was this girl remind him so much of you? the eyes, the mouth, fuck--right down to the expressions, she resembled you.
suddenly, he gets it. he gets the appeal, imagining the random porn actor behind the camera the girl was sucking off, to be him, it was him and you--and fuck, now he was shifting on his gaming chair uncomfortably, watching every movement of the girl, so engrossed, his brows closely knitted together, slightly chipping down on his nail as he observed.
he hadn't noticed his hand moving on its own, hesitantly going down his sweatpants, once again jerking off in his sweats, like a crazed sex addict, a sore loser, not even having to hide his whispers, quickly turning into whimpers, of your name slipping out his lips like a mantra, a chant, the more he got close, his breathing getting heavier, eyes never leaving his screen, feeling his dick twitch, and finally, one last silent scream of your name when he throws his head back on his chair, eyes still looking down at his screen, still watching, spurting cum all over the insides of his favorite sweatpants. he couldn't even last two minutes of the 12 minute long video.
he's definitely going to have to start collecting.
needless to say, after that day, his friends who often hung around his dorm knew to not ever touch that cursed gaming chair--everyone had a...slight hint of what he'd do on it.
or alternatively, where you'd visit his dorm like usual, choosing to plop yourself down on his comfortable desk chair, unaware of all the times he'd cum all over it--spinning on it mindlessly as you scrolled on your phone.
he comes back to his dorm after fetching the bucket of ice cream he promised to go quickly get for the movie marathon night after horrifyingly seeing that he was out-- coming back from a short trip to the nearest convenience store. "hey!" he shouts out, loud enough for you as he slips off his shoes, excited to start the movie marathon, "i got your favorite flavor, you have to thank me, it's the mint...one..." his words die down, mouth drying.
catching you on that chair. on that chair with your grey shorts, your bare skin touching it...it was unfortunate for beomgyu, that it took one simple thing to ruin his three day streak.
beomgyu who's been on his best friend mode pretty well, but now here he was, sitting straight up on his bed, laptop playing the movie eventually far down his lap to make space for his movement, silently jerking off under the shared blanket. you had dozed off after the third movie, your head comfortably on his shoulder, something so innocent.
but there he was, craning his neck shamefully, trying to get a look down your tank top, your cleavage sending his brain to overdrive, frantically going up and down his length, whimpering, trembling, so quietly, tears forming in his waterline both from the shaming of cumming so quickly--ruining the sheets you were literally sleeping in, and the overwhelming pleasure he had felt from the shame.
he was so so so disgusting, he knew it, he definitely knew it--but he couldn't help it, deciding to change his position a little, rubbing his dick back and forth on your thigh, so slowly as to not wake you up--his previous semen making a mess on your skin.
movie marathons, yeah, hes got to clear his schedule more often for them.
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a/n; omg this was originally something so short lol, i got carried away. anyways..perv bestfriend gyu agenda..phew...i need requests like this in my inbox, i begggg
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mylifeisfruk4ever · 7 months
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"What the fuck?"
Selina felt that those three words were enough to describe her whole relationship with Bruce Wayne. First as Batman, then as Bruce.
She had thought there might be something between them. Luckily it had passed, and a weird friendship had developed between them. Which might make some people turn up their noses since she was a thief and he was a vigilante but Bruce hasn't been so uptight lately and as long as Selina didn't kill and steal only who deserved it, they were fine.
Still, what the heck?
"Oh, Brucie is growing up," Harley said, all too pleased.
She was upright on the bed, while Pamela sat on the other side trimming her nails, seemingly ignoring the ongoing conversation.
Fuck house arrest for both of them. Why had she accepted? Oh yeah, they were friends.
Alsp, Bruce hoped that with her, Pamela and Harley could direct their impulses towards more correct forms of fighting for their principles, without involving innocent people.
So far it wasn't going to be great, but at least Harley had dumped her clown ex, for good this time, so it was a win.
(Probably more thanks to Pamela than her, but details.)
"Let me get this straight…you, mister, I don't look anyone in the face and if you talk to me for more than five minutes I'll start crying, you want….I can't believe I'm about to say it…learn how to seduce a man."
"Exactly," Bruce replied, as he petted one of Selina's cats.
"Just…why?"
"Who cares?" Harley broke in.
"He finally wants to step outside his boundaries! You have my respect!"
"It's not about going outside my boundaries. It's about planetary security."
"Really?" Selina said, half joking.
"Superman is powerful enough to destroy the planet."
This knocked Harley over, and Pamela finally stopped pretending not to pay attention.
Selina didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or slap him on the head, "Do you want to seduce Superman?!"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"To discover his weaknesses and use them against him when his powers drive him insane."
"Wow, talking about trust issues," was Harley's comment.
"I like to be prepared," Bruce said.
"What did the boy scout do to make you fear that he might become world dictator at the slightest provocation?"
The man pouted adorable, and grumbled. Selina still wasn't an expert at translating each other's mumbling but she swore it was something like smiling too much, and I don't trust him, he's got something to hide.
Harley said, "Isn't Superman having an affair with that reporter? Lois Lane?"
"She is General Lane's daughter. A close relationship is not advisable."
"She seems to know him well. Why don't you ask her?"
"She wouldn't answer me, so as not to betray him. Everyone says he's a hero."
"And you obviously don't believe it," Selina suspected.
"No."
"What makes you think he might be interested in men?" Selina asked him.
Harley laughed, "Cupcake, no completely straight man would wear pants that tight."
"Same conclusion I came to."
Oh good. The fate of the world was entrusted to a pair of tight trousers.
"Besides, I've done some research on him, and I might be his type. At least physically. What I lack is the ability to seduce him to lower his defenses and believe me harmless."
"Ability you think we have?" Selina asked, not sure whether to feel offended or not.
"Gotham is very sexist," Bruce said.
"You did your best to manipulate men who thought they knew better."
Pamela smiled, "I'm liking this one."
“I told you Brucie's one of the good ones,” Harley genuinely smiled as she said it.
"And he's a weirdo, like us."
Selina wanted to moan. This is what happens when you make friends with strange vigilantes. She said, "So Superman has a thing for brunettes. Good to know. Have you thought about what to do in case your brilliant plan fails?"
"It won't fail," he said confidently.
"You don't know," she insisted, trying to give him some common sense. A futile undertaking, it was Bruce she was talking to.
"Superman is overconfident. He will fall into the net."
"Definitely not dressed like that honey," Harley commented, taking a long look to Bruce.
"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?"
"You look like a creepy stalker," Selina said. Army jacket, hat, scarf to cover her face and mascara for her eyes. Bruce was a walking fashion insult. They're definitely going to have to fix his wardrobe, make him wear things that flatter his body and…
Oh god, she was totally on board with that plan, right?
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scarlethexelove · 1 month
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You're All I Ever Need
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Pairing: Kate Bishop x Plus Size!Reader
Word Count: 3505
Warnings: Bitch ass people being mean, hurtful comments from other people, Smut, Fingering, Cunnalingus, Kate still has clothes on, SoftDom!Kate, Sub!Reader, Insecurities about weight and body, I feel like there is more but I can't think.
A/n: I love Kate so much and she would just be the sweetest. I normally don't write specific body types but had this idea when I was feeling down about myself so I had to write it.
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN
“Hey Wands!” You say happily as you walk into the kitchen of the compound. The redhead quickly makes her way over to you and hugs you. Lifting you slightly off the ground. She doesn’t look like it but she is a lot stronger than she looks. “Hi Y/n/n.” She gives you a bear hug. “Wanda put me down.” You say. She sets you back down with a wide grin on her face. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself picking me up.” You tell her, feeling insecure about yourself. “Y/n/n stop that. I’m not going to hurt myself.” She gives you a genuine look. “Wands I’m not small and I’m pretty sure Vision weighs less than I do.” 
Today is one of those days that you aren’t feeling great about yourself. Your weight has always been an issue for you. So today you wear sweatpants and a hoodie. Doing your best to hide your form from those around you, even your girlfriend. 
“Y/n/n.” Wanda sighs, her heart hurts for you. As your best friend she knows your struggles and all she wants to do is help. “Where’s Kate? We are supposed to be watching movies later.” You change the subject hoping that Wanda will just go with it. “She is training. They have a ton of Shield agents training and have Avengers helping out.” She lets it slide knowing that you don’t want to talk about it and if you did you would tell her. “I was just heading back there. Care to join?” She holds out her hand for you while you gladly take a small giggle falling from your lips as you take her hand. She pulls you closer, hooking her arm in yours leading you down to the train room. 
With your arm looped with Wanda’s you both enter the training room. Wanda was right, there are a lot of Shield agents in the room, and also all the avengers. The men are all conversing with different groups. Natasha looks to be taking a break watching her girlfriend Maria interact with the agents. Kate and Yelena are together. Yelena is holding the punching bag as Kate punches and kicks it. You can see the sheen of sweat on her. Her abs flexed as she kicked the bag. 
Wanda nudges you which causes you to turn and look at her. “Like something you see?” She smirks. She knows that you enjoy watching your girlfriend train and how it turns you on so much. You look from Wanda back to Kate and then back to Wanda. “Mhmm.” Your cheeks redden as you look at the red head, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I’m pretty sure there will be more than watching movies tonight.” She kisses your cheek letting your arm go as she walks backwards waving goodbye to you. Leaving you with your mouth a gape as you watch the cocky woman walk away from you. She turns around swiftly and makes her way over to Vision giving him a kiss on the cheek. After making her way to Nat to get to training. 
You sit down on one of the benches that lets you look out into the training room. The area is large. Almost as big as a football field. Kate sees you and waves at you which you reciprocate before she gets back to her training. It’s amazing to see the Avengers train so you do it often. All of them accept you as one of them even though you're a civilian. Within the year that you and Kate have been dating Wanda has become your best friend and you have grown to love all the Avengers and their quirks. You even helped Wanda out with her relationship with Vision when they had a rough patch. You strive to be a couple like Natasha and Maria. It’s a world you never expected to be a part of but love so much now that you are a part of it. 
You're pulled out of your thoughts when a hand is placed on your shoulder. You look up and see Maria staring down at you with a smile. She pulls you into her side and gives you a hug. You wrap your arm around her waist reciprocating the hug. “Miss. Hill how are you on this fine day? Whipping all these young recruits into shape?” You chuckle and wink at the older woman. She lets out a groan at your antics. “Y/n you know that I hate you when you call me that. You know me well enough to call me Maria.” She pulls you in closer, messing with your hair. “Heyyyyy!” You laughed swatting at her hand which just caused her to laugh. When you get to know Maria she is a very playful person. “It’s good seeing you Y/n/n. I have to get back to yelling at the recruits so enjoy the show.” She smirks at you before looking at Kate which just makes you blush. “Bye Maria. Enjoy yelling at the recruits.” You smile giving Maria one last squeeze. “Oh I will.” She winks at you before walking towards a group. 
Your eyes wander around the room watching the different groups of people. You watch as the women of the Avengers fight and train. All of them are wearing some form of a sports bra and short shorts. You use your arms to slide in front of your stomach trying to cover yourself from anyone who could be looking. The new thought of all the people who could be around looking at you, judging you makes you even more self conscious than before. You try to calm yourself thinking how you're all adults, it shouldn’t be like high school anymore. 
Sounds of whispers around you can be heard. You try not to look at the people closest to you. You can’t hear what they are saying but you hold yourself closer as you sit. You can see off in the distance a group of agents. All of them young and fresh out and in great shape. They seem to be looking at you and at Kate. You think maybe you are seeing things but then some of them point between you and Kate. The others around them are chuckling. 
Tears burn in your eyes as you try not to cry. You know they are talking about how you look compared to your girlfriend. You know that Kate is out of your league and you still don’t understand why she chose to be with you. You hold it in trying to remember that Kate loves you or does she. 
Laughter behind you fills your ears. “She’s an Avenger and that is who she picks to be with. What is so special about her? She looks like a fat cow to me. Maybe if I throw my hat in the ring I can save her from whatever hell she is in. I would look so much better on an Avengers arm than her.”  A woman says as they walk behind you. You don’t know if they intentionally wanted you to hear them but everything inside you says that she is right. That you don’t deserve Kate and that maybe she would be better off with someone more like her. 
You look at Kate and she is laughing with Yelena. Your eyes then drift as you spot Wanda, a light red glow in her eyes as a tear slips down your cheek. Her face twisting with anger. You get up quickly and turn. You see the face of the woman talking about you. She is a beautiful blonde and she was right, Kate would be much better off with her. She looks at you with a small smirk playing on her lips. You quickly make your way towards the door not wanting people to see you cry, especially not a room full of agents. You’re caught up in your own terrible thoughts that you don’t hear the commotion behind you or that someone is calling out for you. 
A hand gently wraps around your wrist before you can make it to the door. You’re turned around to meet Kate, tears streaming down your face. Her face turns concerned when she sees the tears. “Baby what’s wrong?” Her hands cup your cheeks. You shake your head. “N-nothing. I don’t feel good. I think I’m going to go home. Can we do a raincheck?” You hope that she will leave it at that but she knows you better than that. “Y/n/n I know that isn’t true.” You curse her internally for not letting you go so easy but love her all the more for also not letting you. 
Kate’s hand runs back down your arm taking your hand in hers starting to lead you into the locker room. You can now hear the commotion and look to see Wanda yelling at the recruits, Maria right behind her with a furious look on her face. You feel even worse as they are getting yelled at. But you’re soon pulled into the locker room. You stand there awkwardly as Kate looks around to see if there is anyone else in there. She comes back to you when there is no evidence of someone being around. 
“Baby please tell me what is wrong.” She cups your cheek gently rubbing her thumbs, wiping the tears away as they fall. “You would be better off with someone else.” You look at her with tears still in your eyes, your voice barely above a whisper. “You would be better off with Yelena or one of those agents.” You look down now not wanting to face her. You miss the look of heartbreak in her eyes as she looks at you. Her finger gently hooks under your chin to make you look at her. Tears shining in her eyes. “Why would you say that? I love you Y/n. You’re all I ever need.” 
“Those agents, they were laughing at me. At you for being with me. A girl, she called me, she called me.” You can’t get the words out as more tears cascade down your cheeks. “She called me a fat cow. She said that you would be better off with her and maybe she could convince you to leave me. Maybe she is right.” You can see the rage behind Kate’s eyes, but she stays calm for you. She heard Wanda yelling so she knows that it is being dealt with, her only concern right now is you. “Don’t let those nasty girls get into your head baby girl. They are so wrong. You are perfect the way you are. I love you the way you are.” Kate leans her forehead against yours. “Why me?” You whisper. Kate pulls back with a smile on her face. “You are so beautiful and kind. I have never met someone so willing to do anything to help those that you love. You give so much of yourself to others without asking for anything in return. You are so strong even when you feel like the world is against you. I would give up everything to brighten your darkest days. Show you that you deserve all the love that I can give. You have all of me and best of all you have my heart.” You’re now crying happy tears at your girlfriend's words. Never in a million years did you expect to feel this loved by some one, more so a Young Avenger. 
“Let me show you how much I love you. How much I love your body.” Kate husks kissing you deep, pouring all of her love into the kiss. She starts walking you backwards towards the showers. Breaking the kiss long enough to pull your hoodie over your head. You haven’t even noticed how far she had walked the both of you until your back hits the wall. Her fingers are playing with the hem of your shirt. You break the kiss your hand on hers. “Katie I-” She cuts you off kissing your lips again. “Baby I need you to see what I see.” Her hands grip your sides. “I don’t care if people see or hear you. Let them know that you are mine and none of them can have me.” You let out a whimper. Nodding your head telling her she can continue. 
Kate pulls your shirt over your head. “Oh you naughty girl. Coming here for all to see without a bra on.” She smirks, groping your breast in each hand and slotting her leg between thick thighs. You let out a low moan as she starts to tweak your nipples with her fingers. She leans forward, nipping and sucking at your neck. You let your head fall back to give her more access. “You just wanted me to fuck you tonight didn’t you baby girl? Don’t you know that these are only for me.” She pinches your nipples hard causing a loud moan to fall from your lips. You can feel her smirk against your neck biting down harshly. “Yes wanted you to fuck me. I’m only for you.” You grind down on her thigh as she presses it up. “I can feel how wet you are for me. Fucking soaked. Do you need me baby? Do you need me to fuck that pussy of yours?” You love how fast Kate can go from so sweet and caring to an animal. Ready to fuck you and make you feel good. “Please Katie.” You whine grinding harder. Not caring how desperate you look or the fact that your wetness is seeping through to her thigh. 
Hands move to grip your hips, Kate's fingers digging into the soft flesh. She starts kissing down your body. Sucking marks as she makes her way down, slowly getting on her knees in front of you. She starts to pull your sweatpants down your thighs till they're wrapped around your ankles. Removing your shoes so that she can pull them all the way off tossing them behind her. A groan leaves her lips when she sees your ruined panties. Smirking up at you as she loops her finger in the waistband pulling them down quickly. Your wetness shining through your folds. 
You look down at Kate, anxiety bubbling within you. You know what she wants to do but you have always been scared. Scared that you would suffocate the woman between your thighs. You try to close your legs but Kate stops you. Her arms wrap around your thighs keeping them open as she shuffles closer. Placing a kiss on your mound. “Baby girl I will be ok. I just want to make you feel good. Now keep these legs open.” You want to disagree but the look on her face tells you to listen to her so you give her a nod. “Good girl.” She smiles at you, the words making a wave of arousal gush out and a whine escaping your lips. 
Kate throws one of your legs over her shoulder before licking a strip through your folds. Moan at the taste of you. Gripping your thighs tightly as she dives in. Her mouth latching onto your sensitive bundle of nerves. Sucking harshly causing you to moan, your fingers lacing in her hair. Your grip tightening in her hair as her expert tongue works you over. 
Your moans are filling the locker room as you rut against her face. You don’t even hear that someone has entered the locker room with you. “Damn Y/n/n.” You hear Wanda’s voice. You freeze when you hear her. You would expect Kate to stop but she holds to her words and sucks on your clit causing you to gasp. “O-Oh fuck.” Your words come out breathy and all you can do is hear Wanda chuckle. “I wanted to let you know that the agents have been handled, some will not be returning.” You try to reply to the other woman but words fail you when Kate’s tongue dips into your entrance. The only sound coming from you is a whimper. “Well I’ll let you get back to your fun. Bye Y/n/n by Kate.” You can hear the smirk in Wanda’s voice. “Bye Wanda.” Kate mumbles into your pussy which only causes you to moan. You know that you’ll be having an interesting conversation with Wanda later but for now you're going to focus on your pleasure. 
Kates tongue fucks in and out of your hole as her nose brushes your clit. Your legs are trembling on either side of her head. Your moans are music to her ears as she works you up. You’re so close to your release already from her expert tongue. Your walls are spazzing around her tongue and your rutting against her face. If it weren’t for her strong hold on your thighs you would have collapsed on the floor. “Please Katie.” You whimper. You're so close and both of you know it. “Cum.” She mumbles into you. Your thighs clamp around her head as your legs tremble, your grip on her hair burning her scalp. Your back arching off the cold tile wall as your cum floods Kate's mouth. She drinks you up, sucking to extend your orgasm. 
When your grip loosens Kate pulls back slightly. She looks up at your heaving chest. Admiring your fucked out aperance and the sheen of sweat that covers your body. “So beautiful.” She kisses up your body slowly raising herself up until she gets to your lips. “All mine.” Kissing your lips, a hand on your waist holding you against her. Her other hand moving back down your body and swiping her fingers through your wet folds before she shoves two fingers in your still quivering hole. You moan into her mouth which gives her the chance to shove her tongue in your mouth swallowing the moans that she elicits from you.
Squelching noises fill the locker room as Kate's fingers pound into you. All your moans being swallowed by the woman. She soon slips a third finger in stretching you perfectly. Curling her fingers expertly into your soft spongy spot. She is making it hard for you to kiss her back. Her forehead leaning against yours as she continues pumping her fingers in and out of you. “Mmm” Is the only thing that you can get out as her fingers work you up. You're still sensitive from your last orgasm so it isn’t taking her long to bring you to the edge. “So perfect, so beautiful, and so mine.” Kate murmurs to you, her thumb pressing into your clit as she pumps and curls your fingers. 
You can’t help as you wrap your arms tightly around Kate. Your head falling to her shoulder and hiding your face in your shoulder. Whimpers and moans continue to fall from your lips as your walls squeeze her fingers. “You close baby girl? You're squeezing my fingers. I bet you want to cum again. Cum all over my fingers and make a mess.” You nod in her neck. “Ahh fuck! Yes, wanna cum.” You mumble bucking your hips into her hand. “Do it! Make a mess.” With a few more thrust of her fingers and pressing into your clit with her thump your orgasm washes over you. She has to hold you up as your body trembles. Your walls clamp down on her fingers as your cum drips down her hand and onto your thighs. Your nails digging into her back from your hold on her.
Kate's fingers work you through your high. Whispering praises in your ear and kissing your head. Her fingers come to a slow stop before she removes them from your sensitive cunt causing you to whimper. “Shhh. You've been such a good girl for me.” Her praises fill you with love and happiness. 
“Thank you Katie.” You mumble into her neck. Kate pulls you from her neck with a soft smile on her face. “No need to thank me baby. I wanted to show you just how much I love you.” She pecks your lips still holding your body against hers. “I love you so much Y/n and I can’t imagine my life without you. You are the one I want to be with. None of them, just you.” Your heart swells more if that is even possible. “I love you Katie.” You blush as she leans back and kisses you again. 
It was in this moment that you knew Kate was the one for you no one else could compare. She loves you for you and you want to be able to spend the rest of your life with her. She will always be in your corner. She will show you that you are the most beautiful girl in the world even when you don’t see it. She is your light in the darkness and you wouldn’t trade that for anything. 
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denileisariver · 1 month
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pairing: batman aka bruce wayne x f!reader
summary: in which batman mistakes you for a prostitute, so might as well give him a treat, right?
warnings: no actual smut :(, mentions of non-con but nothing actually happens, implied age gap, no physical descriptions of reader besides having hair long enough to pull, reader doesn't make the best decisions, readers' also probably touch starved with attachment issues but that's okay twin <3
a/n: poorly paced just like everything else i write :) might make a part 2, idk yet :/
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you never thought you'd end up here..
yea right, who were you kidding? dressing up in tight shirts and mini skirts, stumbling around gotham in pleaser heels you could barely walk in. you were surprised this hasn't happened sooner.
you'd always been cat-called and hollered at by desperate horny men, looking to get their dicks wet. guess this time, one of them finally got sick of you not ever giving it up.
rubble crunches beneath you, whatever nasty grime on the street of the empty alleyway staining your skin when you're forced onto your knees. dirty hands pull and grab onto your hair to hold you in place. you feel like screaming, but you're frozen, like a deer in headlights.
"c'mon bitch, show me what you got,"
you whimper a bit at one of his painful tugs, tears threatening to well up. you're sure you look pathetic right now, letting this stranger contort your body to his will, not even putting up a fight. and he seems to get off on it, too. one of his free hands begin to pull down the zipper at the seat of his pants, a disgusting, toothy grin on his face that you wish you could smack off of him.
"so glad i met you tonight, love, or else i woulda missed the perfect opportunity to ruin your pretty little cu-" his words are cut off from him, those large wretched hands pulled off of you before you could even blink.
that's when you see him. angry and seething, beating the man that was just about to violate you damn near half to death. batman, knocking in the teeth of the sad man whose pleading for his life like he wasn't just about to ruin yours.
you're stuck in place, just watching, until his face is unrecognizable, dripping with his own blood. it's only then that he finally stops to look at you.
"it's okay, you're safe now."
his voice in low, something deep from his chest that sends chills down your spine. he towers over you, still knelt on the ground from shock, lending out a gloved hand that was still covered in your assailants blood. and you take it.
"are you hurt?" just mentally, you think. when you don't respond immediately, his eyes scan over your body, noticing the scrape on your knee, and you notice it the same time he does.
"i'm fine.. thank you," it's the first thing you say to him. this moment will be forever ingrained in your memory. ever since you were a little girl, you've heard stories of batman. the man who patrolled these streets every damn night, made criminals live in fear, and protected the helpless. you never thought you'd be standing face to face with him.
"it's dangerous, you shouldn't be working these streets this time of night," he grumbles, handing you crumbled up cash that you assume belongs to the man he just beat the shit out of. it isn't yours, but you don't tell batman that, and hesitantly stuff the dollars in your purse. wait.. working these streets? what's that supposed to mean?
your eyes flick up to him in confusion, and that's when you realize. oh.. he thinks you're a sex worker. you guess you shouldn't be surprised. i mean, who in their right mind walks around looking the way you do, a bit tipsy after leaving the bar, at three in the morning in the narrows? prostitutes, apparently. and also apparently, batman seems to think you look like one.
stunned to silence once again by him, twice in the span of less than twenty minutes, you stare up at him with your mouth hung open slightly, unsure of how to even respond to that.
"let me take care of you." is all he says when he realizes you won't add more, a surprisingly gentle hand pulling you towards the batmobile that you didn't even notice was there. your eyes focus in on his hands, and how they could easily wrap around your wrists and arms like nothing.
let me take care of you.
those words repeat in your head, soft and comforting, and you can't explain why. maybe it's cause you haven't been taken care of since you ran away from home, haven't had anyone to protect and provide for you. and you miss it. not that you ever really had much of it to begin with.
he sits you on top of the hood of the car, not even attempting to make conversation while he dresses your wound, carefully cleaning and applying ointment to the cut. his demeanor is almost in stark contrast of what it was just mere moments ago, touching you like you were a fragile glass doll, threatening to break if he applied too much pressure.
you take the small time you have around him to take a really good look at him. batman, right in front of you. a leather cowl that was covered in cuts, armor littered in bullet holes. the only skin that was available to your eyes was his mouth. you could practically feel your own mouth watering, noticing the grey hair that was seeping into his scruff. and those damn lips that looked so kissable.
no.. that isn't right. you shouldn't be lusting over this man just because he saved your life. but then again, you'd always gotten clingy towards guys who showed you the kind of attention you craved, even if you barely knew 'em. you're too caught up in your thoughts to notice him finishing up. "it's rude to stare, y'know?"
"shit, i'm sorry," you stutter out, face flushed in embarrassment. you coulda swore for a split second you saw a smirk on his face, but if it was there, it's gone before you can confirm it.
"it's fine.. let me take you home."
well, there goes that fleeting feeling of actually being taken care of. admired felt like too big of a word to describe it, but that's what it felt like, even if it was just for a couple of short minutes. you don't know why it disappoints you so much that you won't be able to see him any longer, even if it was because someone put your life at risk.
the only thing you can think about while he drives you home is how much more of it you wanted. more affection, more of someone who just cared enough to ask if you were okay, how your day was. you hear him talk about how you should take care of yourself, and it only reminds you of how earlier he assumed you were prowling the streets, looking to sell yourself for cash.
"I'm not a prostitute." you finally tell him.
the rubbery leather of his gloves strain beneath his grasp, hold tightening on the steering wheel. you can see his jaw clench a bit, and you can only assume your confession catches him by surprise. "what?" his eyes flicker over to you, looking over your skimpy outfit.
"i.. was just walking home after a night out." you explain, swallowing a bit when you notice his eyes focused on your legs probably a bit longer than intended. "and thank you.. for saving me."
he's quiet for a moment, seemingly in thought. whatever was on his mind, you'll never know, but you wanted so damn much to know. your heart aches a bit, knowing your apartment was just around the corner.
"i'm sorry that i misinterpreted that," he begins slowly, turning onto your block until the vehicle was stopped right in front of the tiny place you called home. "and you don't have to thank me." and that was the last thing he ever said to you, at least for now you hoped..
he exits the car, opening your door and helping you step out, too wobly on your own heels to stand up right. before you part ways, you make eye contact for a long moment, taking him in as much as possible before he disappeared from you completely. "goodbye, batman."
something about it is melancholic, a look in your eyes that bruce couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. he watches you enter the apartment, staying there for a couple of seconds to ensure your safety, before entering the batmobile again to finish patrol for the night.
he sits there in silence for a moment, his brain rewinding the entire interaction with you. maybe you were just feeling down because of what almost happened to you, or maybe it was something else. a part of him thought maybe you were lonely, and he only suspected that because he felt lonely too. his gaze moves over to the passenger seat where you were just mere seconds ago, and that's when he sees it.
red lace panties, sprawled out of the floor of the car.
you must've taken them off in a hurry when he was going to open your door for you. you take him by surprise for the second time this night, his hands quickly going over to grab them and inspecting the material. they're wet. the cloth is darkened and damp, slick glistening in what little light there was available.
bruce feels his cock jump in excitement at the sight, strained in the tightness of his pants. he subconsciously licks his lips, the urge to put them to his nose or even taste your juices creeping up on him, but he resists. what a naughty girl, he thinks to himself, a tiny grin forming on his face. bruce pockets them for later, looking over your apartment once more, seeing your familiar shadow in one of the windows.
no, this would definitely not be the last time you meet the batman.
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jinwoosungs · 2 months
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joy.
peter parker x fem.reader
10 stages of love
notes: unedited; post no way home; no one remembers that peter parker is spidey; both the reader and peter are in their second year of university.
{ joy is the coldest lover i know | only because she never comes }
1. first sight
lab had kept you on campus for far longer than usual, and it was nearing midnight when you completed your research with your professor, dr. kingsley.
he kindly asks if you would like for him to walk you home, but you declined his offer, saying that it was best for him to head back home to his wife, that you would be just fine by yourself. after all, you had no reason to be afraid, since you went home alone almost every night.
despite how new york city was known to be a dangerous place, you considered yourself quite lucky to have never faced any problems or issues during your walk back to your apartment.
perhaps it's thanks to that vigilante... what was his name again? wait, it was spider-man.
as you crossed the darkened streets of the city, you allow your mind to wander, thinking back to all those videos you saw plastered all over the internet. lately, there's been sighting of a young man swinging around new york, dressed in a skin-tight suit that bore the motif of a spider.
whenever you could see him clearly from the video's blurry screen, you realize that his form was quite lean and lithe, and you figured that he was a hero that was just starting out. during your free time, you find yourself browsing through youtube and tiktok, just to see if anyone had caught any further sightings of spider-man.
the sound of some rowdy laughter makes you stop in your tracks, and you saw a group of guys standing on the sidewalk, blocking your usual path home. you purposely took a step back, not wanting to draw their attention as you turned around to search for an alternative way home.
with your hair whipping in the cold wind, a sudden whistle causes the hairs to stand from the back of your neck. "whoa, hey babygirl, you lost or somethin'?"
ignoring their catcalls, you quicken your pace-
only to bolt out into a run upon hearing their footsteps chasing after you.
their laughter was heard intensifying, taking absolute pleasure in your panic and fear. the weight of your bag that carried your school belongings was weighing you down, and you half considered tossing it at them to make a clear getaway-
but when you found yourself suddenly trapped, with all three men surrounding you, there was a feeling of despair felt in the pit of your stomach.
"p-please, just let me go, i'll give you all the money that i have."
"come on, don't be so scared and shy. we don't want your money, we just wanna have some fun with you."
you brace yourself, ready to scream for dear life when a rich chuckle was heard coming from just a few feet away from you.
"didn't your mothers ever told you assholes how to treat a lady right?"
your throat felt dry when your would-be attackers stopped gaining up on you, facing whoever spoke in that cocky tone as you saw spider-man standing before you.
it was undeniable that it was him, with the suit and all. his mask was all that was seen as he tilts his head to look at you. the three goons talk amongst themselves, not believing that this was the real spider-man as the quickly gained up on him.
"come on, there's no way this guy's the real deal, it's just some poser lookin' to get laid by 'saving' her."
you gasp, taking a step back once punches were thrown, and spidey dodged every single one of them. he manages to grab one of their arms and twist it back, kicking him away as another one tried to tackle him from the front.
being distracted by the two thugs, spidey was unaware of the third one, coming at him with a blade shining in his hands.
"spider-man, watch out!"
your warning came a second too late as the man manages to slash at spider-man's left arm. you hear him let out a hiss of pain before kicking the knife away. with your mind racing, you look onwards to see spidey managing to detain all three of the guys miraculously, even with his injured arm.
with your heart felt pounding within the confines of your chest, you look at spider-man, seeing him continuing to grip at his injured arm all while meeting your gaze from beneath his mask.
"are you okay?" spidey's voice was gentle, and you mentally cursed, jinxing yourself for ever believing that you could spend all your days remaining safe while in the dangerous city of new york.
2. introduction
"you're hurt." you ignored how shaky your voice came out, coming closer to spidey as you gingerly touched at his injured arm.
he replies to your statement with a strained laugh, "it's alright, i've experienced a pain much worse than this." the way his voice cracked near the end sent a sudden sharp pain within your chest, but you quickly ignored the feeling as you coaxed him to follow you home.
"wait, it's okay, i don't need any help...!"
"i'm not letting you say no, spidey. i have to help you or else... i won't ever forgive myself if anything bad happens to you. what if your arm gets infected and you get sick?"
your words manage to silence the young vigilante, making you break out into a tiny smile. "just... let me do this for you as a thank you, for saving me."
you see spidey give you a gentle nod, and you continue to lead him back to your apartment complex. the walk was relatively peaceful and silent now, and thanks to how late it was, not a soul was even awake enough to witness you taking spidey into your apartment.
you gesture at him to wait on your couch as you head to the bathroom and search for some neosporin ointment, cotton, and a roll of bandages. it wasn't much, but you hoped it would be enough to help out spidey and his pain.
returning back to him, you kneel on the ground and ask him to take his arm out of his suit. spidey remains silent, simply giving you a nod before freeing his arm. seeing the fresh cut on the side of his bicep, you apply the ointment on the cotton before gently dabbing at the wound. a light hiss escapes from spidey, and you softly apologize for hurting him.
"the cut isn't too deep, but it'll take some time to heal." once the ointment was placed over the wound did you finally wrap the bandage around it, making sure it was completely covered before sitting back with a laugh.
"perfect. i'm no doctor or paramedic, but i'm sure that you'll be healed in no time, spidey."
you hear him let out a soft chuckle, leaning forward as he reaches out to you with his uninjured hand. "if you don't mind me asking, what's your... what's your name?"
you blink up at him, finding yourself leaning into his touch when you tell him your name. spidey repeats those syllables, making your heart flutter even more at the sound.
a few moments pass, with neither of you saying a word. as if awakening from a trance, spider-man backs away from you, adjusting his suit once more when he places his injured arm back inside of it.
he coughs, standing back to his full height as he walks over to your fire escape. "uhm, thanks for helping me. i-i gotta go, so-"
"wait...!" you call out to him, your voice sounding hopeful as you prayed that he would tell you his true name.
"what's your name...if you don't mind me asking?"
you wait with bated breath, seeing spider-man still hanging from your open window. and even though you couldn't see him, somehow, you knew that he was smiling from beneath the mask.
"you can call me peter."
with that final phrase, spider-man left your apartment, and you knew that you would never be the same after such a fated meeting.
3. interaction
you were distracted, and you knew that you were.
but you couldn't help it.
you could not stop thinking about him-
about spider-man / peter.
despite your troubled thoughts, you did your best to remain completely and utterly normal throughout the entirety of your classes. yet none of your professors caught on to your less-than-optimal state. it wasn't until you went to do research with dr. kingsley that your inability to focus was made to be achingly obvious.
dr. kingsley calls out your name with concern, "are you alright? there's something going on with you, since you spent the last hour reviewing data we had already completed weeks ago."
upon realizing that your professor was right, you felt your blood turn ice cold. looking back at the desktop's screen, you chew at your bottom lip, upset that you had wasted so much time. "i'm sorry, dr. kingsley, l-let me pull up the right file and-"
"no no, i insist that you go home now." his voice was gentle when he takes a hold of your arm and forces you to stand up. "classes are getting tougher now that midterms are right around the corner, and i realize that it may have been selfish of me to require you to do all this work. tell you what, you may come back and do research with me after your midterms are complete. are we clear?"
"yes sir." you grab all of your belongings together, shooting a grateful expression at him. "thank you for your understanding, and i promise, i'll be back soon!"
dr. kingsley merely gives you a wave, wishing you luck on your midterms before going back to his lab. with a sigh, you head out of the building, craving for something warm and sweet to cheer you up. as you walked across campus, you felt the hairs standing at the back of your neck-
you look behind you to see a boy around your age standing several feet away from you. his features were indiscernible, but you figured it was just another student.
but just in case...
without glancing back, you dart away from the concrete path and into the grass, making a shortcut towards your university's café.
but when you heard footsteps still following you, you had a hunch that it was the same boy with brown hair. with a click of your tongue, you run towards one of the campus buildings, keeping yourself pressed against the wall in hopes of hiding yourself from him.
why does the world feel like messing with me all the time? first it was those three goons, and now this totally random guy was chasing after you.
when you caught sight of his brown hair was when you made your move, tackling him from the side as he landed to the ground with a grunt.
anger was felt sizzling through your veins as you glared down at the guy, only to feel it simmer down. the boy that fell to the ground looked... soft, achingly soft. he had matching, coffee brown eyes and full lips that were painted in a frown, still in pain. he struggles to get up, yet when you looked towards his left arm, you saw something that made your blood freeze up even further.
it was a bandage wrapped around his left bicep, letting you know just who this guy was.
"peter?"
he lets out a nervous laugh, standing back to his full height while brushing back his hair. "y-yeah. here and in the flesh... i didn't think we went to the same university."
4. attraction
your mind was spinning, unable to comprehend or even believe that spider-man was actually here. you couldn't believe that he was revealing yourself to you like this.
"come with me."
you quickly grab on to peter's arm, leading him towards the café while trying to hold back the heat that was threatening to dye your cheeks. for starters, you weren't expecting spider-man to be so cute, with his doe eyes and full lips parted in a half grin-
he was totally the type you would go for.
but one thing was bothering you-
why was he so willing to reveal himself as the spider-man to you? wasn't the whole point of being a vigilante to keep your superhero identity a secret?
so just why did peter basically out himself to you?
with the café in sight, you enter with peter in tow, making a beeline towards the further table in the back. letting go of his arm, you take a seat across from peter at the table, with you looking around to make sure no one would hear you or listen in.
"is it really you, spidey?" you ask peter in hushed tones, with him answering you with a nod.
you look back to his arm, "does it still hurt?"
peter shrugs while smiling at you, "it's nothing a little ibuprofen can't fix. i'm fine."
relief was felt coursing through you, "that's great!" you tell him before clearing your throat, wishing to ask him this specific question, "listen, i just wanted to reassure you that your secret is safe with me, b-but i was just wondering, isn't it better to keep your identity hidden from anyone? w-why did you basically confirm that you and spider-man were the same person?"
peter gives you a deprecating smile, "you're a smart girl, much smarter than you let on..." he thrums his fingers against the table, as if searching for the right words to say.
after a few moments of silence, peter speaks once more. "i don't know, i guess i was just... tired to keeping this a secret. i didn't want anyone else i cared about get hurt from my dishonesty so... so i came clean to you right from the start."
he closes his eyes before leaning forward, placing his hand over yours. peter opens his eyes once more as a deep pain was seen settled within his gaze.
"i already lost everyone that once meant the world to me, and i guess i just wanted something to change, that's all."
peter gives you yet another smile, but this one was much softer, much kinder as he kept his gaze on you. with you sitting with peter, you felt as though you were the only two people in the world, allowing the strange warmth to take over as a new emotion began to blossom deep within your chest.
5. date
you were currently finishing up your essay when a series of knocks were heard coming from your front door. taking out your headphones, you stopped playing the music from your phone and went to answer the door.
but what you weren't expecting was to see peter parker himself standing in front of you with a bouquet of daisies in his hand. you take a step back, feeling the familiar warmth gracing your cheeks as you called out to him.
"p-peter, what's this?"
ever since your first meeting, you and peter had started becoming closer as friends. of course, you couldn't deny that you had one of the biggest crushes on him, but there was no way in hell you were admitting that to him.
sure, you had some study dates here and there, but this was the first time you saw peter standing outside of your apartment with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. and he was dressed kind of nicely, too, ditching that plain t-shirt for a sweater that fit him to perfection with a dark pair of jeans, completing his overall look with a pair of converses.
"hey, i-i was hoping you'd like to... go on a date with me...?" his words came out a bit slow, and you could practically see the anxiety shining within his eyes. he was afraid of rejection, but little did he know that you would never deny this chance to get closer to him.
"like, a date date? a real date?"
that's when peter flashes you a genuine smile, "yeah, a real date."
you look behind you, seeing your essay still displayed on your computer screen as you quickly ignored it, setting it aside to complete at a later date.
because there was no way you were going to say no to going on an actual date with peter parker.
6. holding hands
peter ends up taking you to a movie with a dinner afterwards. the date was completely casual, and you found yourself having the time of your life.
the sky had long darkened as stars littered across the expanse of the universe. your heart felt peaceful while you walked with peter.
"so... the city is not in need of any saving?"
your question earns a chuckle from peter. "nope, not tonight. i think the police can handle all the petty crime seen around the city for once."
you laugh with him, playfully running your hips against him as peter gave you a feign expression of pain. he rejoins you in your laughter, but this time, taking your hand.
this wasn't exactly the first time you had held hands together, but the emotion remained the same. the touch was so soft and benign, void of any urgency the moment peter interlocks his fingers together with yours. he smiles down at you, with you doing the same as you decided to walk closer to him.
keeping you by his side, peter takes your hand to press his lips against your knuckles, filling you with a sudden joy you weren't sure you had felt in a long time.
all you knew was that you never wished for this feeling, or this night, to ever end.
7. first kiss
you and peter spent the next couple of hours just walking around the city, talking about your lives and how you grew up.
you had parents who loved you, but desired to be a bit more independent, hence why you attended a university a bit further away from home.
peter didn't have anyone that was close to him anymore, telling you that his aunt had passed away a couple of years ago, that his death still stung him to this day.
you knew that this was just another part of peter that he was afraid of showing; the one who truly had lost everything within a blink of an eye. after he admits to how lonely he was to you, the silence returned, but only because the pain and empathy you felt for him was so raw that you didn't truly know what to say.
so you spent the next couple of minutes walking back home in silence, with peter still holding hands with you. with your lips pursed, you gently gave peter's hand a squeeze, catching his attention as he meets your gaze.
he gives you another tiny smile, squeezing your hand back in reply.
time goes by in a blur, and you found yourself standing in front of your apartment. peter remains silent, but you could see how shiny his eyes had become, alerting you to how he was having a difficult time holding back his emotions.
not saying a word, you take a hold of his face, framing it with your two hands. he looks at you, allowing a single tear to fall from his eyes before leaning in to softly kiss him.
he gasps, feeling him let out a slight hiccup before kissing you back. you allowed your lips to slot perfectly against his, tasting the saltiness of his tears when you deepened the kiss.
after a few seconds, you pull away from the kiss, gently caressing at peter's skin when you ask, "do you wish to spend the night here, with me?"
peter remains silent, merely wrapping his arms around you as he hugged your form even tighter to him, never daring to let you go as you invited him into the comfort of your apartment.
8. relationship
your relationship with peter was something that was still growing, yet already there was some rockiness felt along the way.
for starters, peter had gone back to his vigilante duties, often leaving you on read each time you would send him a text to check on him. but regardless of how his silence and distance hurt you, you knew it was only because peter was busy saving people.
but that didn't make it any easier.
each night, you found yourself aching for his presence, with all of your texts piling up with each day. you knew peter could see each and every one of them, but had yet to make an effort to even call or text you back.
truth be told, you were hurt. couldn't peter spare you even just a few minutes of his time? can't he call you so you could talk; so you could hear the sound of his voice? and why, whenever you search for him on campus, was he always nowhere to be found?
why did he feel so far away now, when things haven't even begun?
as the days morph into weeks, you decided to burn the sadness that was felt in the pit of your heart. you turned that sadness into anger, stopping all of your contact with peter as you went on with your life.
if he wants to give up on our relationship, then fine. it's better now when we're barely a few months in than suffer in the longterm.
thanks to your spite, you end up blocking his number, cutting off all contact with him. you refused to allow the guilt to fester within the pit of your stomach and tried to move on.
it continued on like this for a few more days, with you feeling the tiniest bit better without having to stress about peter and what he was doing. even if you were still hurting, you wouldn't force yourself to go through such unnecessary pain ever again.
and just when you were so confident that you could do this; could leave peter at a blink of an eye-
it all came crashing back down on you.
when you came home, you expected your apartment to be empty-
not to see peter parker himself settled on your couch with the utmost look of defeat on his face. he was still dressed as spider-man, and you were left flabbergasted, unable to react or respond as you looked from him to the sight of your open window, the one that lead out to your fire escape.
"get out, right now, just what the fuck are you even doing here?" you spat out with as much venom as you could muster, only to wince when peter's head fell.
"i'm sorry, you have every right to be mad at me, b-but, i can't do it. i can't let you go."
peter sounded like he was going to cry again, and the sound of his pain was enough to push you forward.
"peter..."
"i know that my life is a fucking mess, that everyone is probably better off without me. i realized that i was being selfish when i tried pursuing a relationship with you."
"b-but, i was so happy being with you that i forgot all about that. all i wanted was to fall deeper for you, but my stupid thoughts prevented me from making you happy. i'm just... so scared all the time."
feeling your own tears welling up within your eyes, you come closer to him and join him on the couch, wrapping your arms around him as you allowed your lips to brush against his unruly locks of hair.
"it's okay... it's okay. i get it, i do... all you need to do is just... trust me, peter." peter then clings to you, hiding his face within the curve of your neck while letting out a sigh of your name.
"it's just... you won't ever forget about me, right?"
"never ever."
you seal your promise to him with a sweet kiss, knowing now that you could never leave this boy with a heart of gold behind at all.
9. love
you and peter both lay back in bed, with you resting your head against his chest. you simply spent the entire day basking in each other's presence. as you listened to the gentle beating of his heart, you reach out to grab a hold of his hand, linking his fingertips together with yours before giving it a squeeze.
peter let's out a soft chuckle, taking a hold of your hand to press a lingering kiss at the back of it.
after you and peter finally communicated about your mutual feelings, you came to a mutual understanding. with your relationship growing stronger, you knew that you could never truly leave peter, that this boy who lost everything deserved to have a happy ending for once in his life.
as if reading your thoughts, peter takes a hold of your chin and leans closer to you, giving you a kiss that made your mind turn blank. you end up relishing the warm that he exuded, kissing him back with as much fervor to show him how you truly felt.
he pulls away first, staring deeply into your eyes while tracing at your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.
"i've never felt so happy before... i can proudly say that this is the first time i have felt so much joy in my life-
"and it's all thanks to you, i love you." peter completes his statement by pressing yet another searing kiss against your lips, the sensation of it all enough to make your heart burst with happiness in response.
"oh peter parker, i love you, too."
as you and peter continued to lay in bed together, you knew that sharing this type of life with him would not be an easy one-
but you loved him enough to try, knowing that it was all going to be worth it in the end.
10. commitment
peter held your hand, leading you to the graveyard with a solemn expression on his face. knowing that this was an important day for him, you remain silent, just keeping your hand interlocked with his as you prayed that this would be enough to ease his pain.
you follow him throughout the cemetery, only stopping when he stands in front of a gravestone. he was silent, giving you a moment to read what was engraved:
here lies may parker...
"hey may, it's been a while." peter's voice breaks, and he sharply inhales before continuing, still giving your hand a tight squeeze. "i just wanted to tell you that you don't have to worry about me anymore..."
"i know how i told you about ned and michelle forgetting all about me, and for the longest time, i was stuck in such a deep darkness, one that i wasn't even sure i could even get out of."
"but... i ended up escaping that darkness, and it's all thanks to her." peter looks over at you with true love shining within his eyes. "i met her due to certain circumstances, and i was so happy i was able to protect you that night."
you could feel your tears forming, but no words would come out, instead, you mouthed the word i love you to him, basking in his sweet smile.
"i just wanted to tell you that you don't have to worry anymore, may. that i found someone who truly is my soulmate, who makes me happier than anyone in this world."
peter looks away from you briefly to stare at the bright morning sun, "so if you're up there, please know that i am happy now."
no words were spoken, but you swore you felt the sun warming your body as a gentle wind goes through your hair, the sensation making you let out a soft giggle as the sound catches peter's attention. he looks down at you with his own grin, saying your name when he reaches down to touch at your lips.
and as you were caught in his embrace, you were unaware of how brightly your golden wedding bands shone from beneath the intensity of the sunlight.
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a.n. - it's been roughly 2 and a half years since no way home's release, and i was finally able to write a comfort fic for peter parker 🥹 he deserves his happy ending.
i apologize for any errors in this story, but i hope you readers enjoy this anyways.
all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.
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copperbadge · 27 days
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I've finally decided to stop waiting for my friends and my schedules to all line up, and take myself on vacation. You seem to be someone who travels on your own semi-frequently. Do you have tips and tricks on how to make it less awkward on your own, or does that just not bother you?
Ah, congratulations! I hope you enjoy your solo journeying.
I have to admit that I don't get a lot of awkwardness as a solo traveler, or if I do, I don't notice. I think to begin with, in general dudes get less side-eye about doing anything solitary. I didn't even consider that traveling alone was seen as strange until I was in my thirties, I think, and other people started remarking on it -- not in an awkward way, just like "Wow I wish I could do that." (You can!)
Not everyone is comfortable with it, admittedly, and I get that, like anything it's not for everyone. And there are legit safety concerns women face that men don't, although I think also those tend to get blown out of proportion by our culture -- like the peril is real, I'm not saying women don't face safety issues when traveling solo, but the dangers aren't as constant and immediate as people think.
I just really love solo travel, because I get to do exactly what I want, eat what I want, skip things I decide I don't want to do. I'm kind of a people pleaser (this may not be news) and I don't mind doing what other folks want to do but sometimes that can come at the expense of what I want to do, which simply isn't a concern when I travel by myself.
In my experience, which is admittedly not universal, I find that there isn't really much awkwardness from solo travel most of the time -- it's harder to, for example, be in an airport alone, because there's nobody to mind your bags if you need to hit the bathroom, nobody to ask if you need something you didn't think to pack. But it's not like I've ever gotten a weird look for going through airport security alone, or checking into a hotel room alone. I think it does help to remember that people who work in hospitality have seen it ALL, and a single person checking into a hotel room doesn't even register. Like, if you aren't getting drunk and pooping in the decorative planters in the lobby, you aren't making an impression. :D Tour guides are very used to single people taking tours, and for all the train conductor or flight attendant knows, you're traveling to wherever you're going to meet up with 15 of your closest friends. Half the time I've checked into hotel rooms alone, it's been for work and I'm meeting 5-10 colleagues, and I just happen to be the first person to arrive at the site.
The only time I ever encounter much awkwardness is in a cab/rideshare, or eating alone, and even with eating alone, like, I went out to eat on my own for probably a solid decade before anyone remarked that it was a weird thing to do. But I've never particularly gotten that from waitstaff; like, occasionally I'll get a "Just one?" or "Dining alone?" but that's not really awkward, to my mind. I felt a little weird about it in Europe but that wasn't because I was solo, it was because I didn't speak the language. I was fine with it in England.
For cabs or rideshares, and this is true not just when traveling but also when I'm traveling locally in Chicago, I tend to come up with a "cover story" ahead of time in case the driver is chatty. I rarely say anymore that I work in fundraising, because while it does shut some people up (they don't want to be asked for a donation) others will be like "Hey could you fundraise for me, I have this great idea for a nonprofit knitting alpaca-wool socks...for alpacas!" and I have to be like "That's not really how this works." Usually I say I'm an art historian because a) I can fake that pretty well in casual conversation and b) nobody knows what follow-up question to ask. Academia of any kind is a great cover if you are traveling, because you can say "I'm here on business with (local museum you are visiting as a tourist) but I signed an NDA, so I can't really talk about it" and you seem mysterious plus you add excitement to the driver's day. Are you a spy? An art thief? Are you about to discover a new Van Gogh? Are you consulting with the science museum about a Bigfoot specimen?
But yeah I think the most important thing to bear in mind is that nobody really looks at other people and thinks, "That's weird, why are they alone?" Like in an ordinary day, I don't ever see a person alone on the bus or in a shop or whatnot and think, "That's weird, why don't they have someone with them?" We do tend to think people are judging us, but honestly most people aren't even noticing us, let alone forming opinions. And if they are, I think it's a great comfort to know that especially when traveling...we will never see them again :D
Anyway, good luck! Remember, even if you did forget to pack something, as long as you have your phone, your wallet, your meds, and your keys, anything else can be acquired or lived without.
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weirdlookinslug7 · 10 months
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Jenna Ortega x GN!reader.
Summary: Jenna comes over to visit you as a surprise but ends up being the one who get's surprised.
A/n: I have no inspiration atm. I personally think this is shit but my friends say otherwise so here we are :).
Men DNI.
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It was the middle of the afternoon when Jenna pulled her car into your apartments underground parking zone.
She hadn't seen you in awhile due to having a lot of interviews recently after finishing her new movie and to say she had missed you would be an understatement.
So, as soon as she dropped off all of her luggage at home she went to the store and bought a bunch of snacks to gouge on and decided she was coming over for an impromptu movie night.
It wasn't unusual for one of you to show up unannounced at the others place, you each had a spare key to the each others apartments and if one wasn't there the other usually just waited until they arrived, and this had never been an issue.
So Jenna got out of the car and grabbed the bags out of the back, shutting the door and making sure it's locked before walking towards the elevator and pressing the 7th floor.
She felt butterflies in her stomach at thee thought of seeing you again, you'd been dating for 6 months but you still never ceased to make her nervous and flustered and she loved that.
The elevator doors opened with a ding, she stepped out and walked down the hallway counting the numbers as she did so.
54..55..56...57!
Her smile grew as she neared your door, she stopped in front of it and knocked waiting to see if you were there or not, what she didn't expect however was for a little boy who looked no older than 12 to open the door.
"Hi, Can i help you?" He asked adjusting his glasses on his nose and staring up at her (not by much).
She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at the number again, this was your apartment so who was this?
As she was about to respond your voice sounded from inside "Eli, who is it?" You asked "I don't know some girl" he yelled back and you came into her line of sight.
Seeing you instantly made her smile return as she saw you, you were wearing a simple Mötley Crüe band tee and jeans but she didn't think you could look any more attractive.
"Hey" she waved and you sent her a confused but happy smile "Hey love, what are you doing here? When did you get back i would have picked you up" You said immediately pulling her into a hug
She wraps her arms around you and snuggled into your neck "I wanted to surprise you, I missed you" she said still holding you "I missed you too" you replied basking in her comfort.
A cough brought you both out of the moment, you let go of Jenna and turned to face your nephew "Right, Jenna this is my nephew Eli. I'm watching him and his cousins for the day while my older siblings all went out for a day to themselves. Eli this is Jenna, my girlfriend" You introduced and Jenna was a bit surprised.
She had never met your family before because while you two had been dating there had never been a time when you were all available so it just never happened. And now she was meeting your brother's kids and she was incredibly nervous as to if they'd like her or not.
But her worries quickly vanished when he extended his hand to her "Nice to finally meet you, Y/n never shuts up about you" He said making you send a glare his way "okay, you are excused" you say pushing him gently away and into your apartment as he laughs to himself.
You turn back to Jenna before realising she is still holding the bags and she was still waiting to come in "Oh shit! Sorry let me take those, come in" you said taking them from her hands and stepping to the side so she can walk inside.
You closed the door when she was inside and lead her to the kitchen.
While you put the snacks away she hops onto the table and watches you, when you're done you turn around to look at her but she's already staring at you, you smile and walk towards her putting your hands on the counter next to her trapping her there.
"I'm sorry that we can't hang out just the two of us" you said giving her an apologetic smile "well i can think of a way you can make it up to me" she said putting her arms around your neck making you cock your eyebrow.
"Theres kids in the house" you say in a joking manner making her roll her eyes and smack your shoulder "No. kiss me dumbass" she says giggling and you pretend to only now understand what she means before leaning in and kissing her softly for the first time in 2 weeks.
You pulled away after a minute and just stared at each other "God i missed doing that" you breathe out making her giggle.
"So did i" she said biting her lip slightly still staring at your face.
"You can leave if you want, i get it if you're tired and just wanna go home and sleep. And they'll be here till tomorrow so i don't want you to have to-" you started rambling but she pulled you back in again cutting you off.
"You kidding? I get to spend time with you and get to know your family" she said after pulling away.
"If you say so" you say kissing her cheek before helping her off the counter and leading her towards the lounge area where all your nieces, nephews where situated.
"Okay guys, listen up" you said making all the kids look up at you and Jenna, she waved shyly and you took her hand in yours.
"This is my girlfriend, Jenna. She's gonna be hanging out with us for the rest of the day" you said.
Sounds of 'cool' 'okay' and 'whatever' where heard throughout the room "Okay introduction time, first we have my oldest brothers kids Maddy and Rory who are 14 and 13, My older sisters kids Eli, Mason and lily who are 12, 8 and 5 and then my twin brothers kids Maisie and Luke who are 5 and 3" I introduced and she nodded along processing the new information.
"Wait, aren't you an actress?" Rory asked "Oh my god you're right!" Maddy agreed excitedly "you where in the babysitter!" She added.
"Yeah, that was me" Jenna said uncomfortably, worried they might see her differently now "that's so cool. So anyway how'd you meet Y/n?" Rory asked sitting up surprising Jenna at how quick they moved on.
I mean you where a celebrity after all so they probably knew how to act around celebrities and whatnot but it still surprised her a bit.
The rest of the evening went relatively well, they all watched some movies and ordered Pizza, all the kids LOVED Jenna.
They were upset about leaving the next morning but she promised they would see her again soon, and with that they all left.
You flopped onto the couch next to Jenna who instantly cuddled into you "So, did you like them?" You asked with a hint of nervousness in your voice.
Family was a very important thing to you and you didn't know what you would do if she didn't.
"I loved them, i can't wait to meet the rest of your family" she said making you smile at her before pulling her in for a quick kiss.
"I love you, so much." You said making her smiled and hide her face in your neck "I love you too" she says looking up at you from your shoulder.
You can't wait to have a family with this girl.
fin.
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Hope Yall enjoyed i was so unmotivated but here it is. I might do a part 2 or something where Jenna meets the whole family but idk. Lmk if you would be interested in that. AND PLEASE SEND REQUESTS I NEED IDEAS. Have a good time zon -Devon<3
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riniworld · 2 months
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i didn't plan it that way
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YANDERE!mafia boss oc x f!reader
warnings// obsession,yandere themes,mention of tutoring,killing and blood,violence,guns,not proofread
refrence// you,mention of girl one time,y/n
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looking at nothing drowning in his thoughts.
one of orson's men was telling him the last updates and if he had any meeting to attend.
but orson wasn't listening,he was like that for three days,spacing out at any time,sometimes even talks to himself.
his men was concerned,he didn't act like that in his whole life
"uhm,boss?"
"..."
it was so awkward,the man start feeling uncomfortable and he didn't know if he should go or stay
suddenly someone knocked in the door
orson snap from his thoughts but the one who knocked the door didn't wait untill his permission.
"surprise!" the man opened the door aggressively.
orson looked at him in disguise,"go out" he said to the other man who was reporting to him,he get out as soon as those words leavs orson's mouth.
"eh you didn't change anything,still so "orson style" "the man said as he was looking all over the office
"what got you here,max?" orson said in a cold tone
max leaned on orson office with a big smile "I'm here to visit my friend,isn't it obvious?"
"mhm i believed you"
max laugh loudly and put an arm around orson's shoulder "oh come on why would i be here in your opinion?"
"...because you got your ass in a big mess?"
"yeah,trust issues" he rolled his eyes and walked back to sit in front of orson "won't you treat me to something?"
"no."
"rude!"
"now seriously what are you here for?"
"nothing" max smiled awkwardly
"...."
"fine,you know the one who calls himself "the black angel"?"
"don't tell me.."
"not my fault he challenged me!"
orson sighs "and now you want to protect yourself in my base?"
"you're too clever my frie-"
"no"
"...huh"
"I'm not your father to come to me whenever you're in a trouble,max.you're an adult."
max crossed his arms and let a "hmph".
"...unless there's a benefit you'll give me?"
"I'll help you with the technologies things!" he answered so quickly like he expected orson's answer
"...i already have someone in this position"
"i knew you'd-wait what??...since when??"
"none of your business"
"whatever,but will you really just throw me to danger?"
"yes."
".....pretty pleaseee"
"why would i hide you here and get everyone in danger?"
"because I'm your very very very dear friend?"
"not enough"
"atleast you didn't deny it" max murmured. "come oooonn let me here just for three days?"
".....just this once"
"you're the best!"
you were sitting on the cold floor,like the first time you were here but the difference is that you're now all alone in a dark room.
you don't know how you're still alive untill now,or even sane.
orson wasn't easy with you,if you fought he'll hurt you,if you told him to kill you he'll hurt you,if you didn't do anything he'll say some harsh words and go,what did he want??
he was tutoring you physically and mentally and you can't handle this anymore.
you flinch when the door open,no one cime to you other than orson.
you gather yourself together in the corner as he was going down the stairs slowly.
he stops a few meters away from you,staring at your soul.
you tried to not look afraid but you couldn't,you're don't even know if you're shivering from the cold or fear.
orson walks to you untill he's in front of you,he sat down to your level.
he moved his hand to your face,you closed your eyes praying for whoever can hear you that he wouldn't hit you.
to your surprise he just put his hand gently on your cheek
"...your cold" he said in whisper,As if he didn't know he was the one who put you out in this dark,cold room.
he stayed silent after that just looking at you,when you open your eyes he was looking at you with wired eyes,they wasn't as cold and emotionless,they were...soft?
his breath quicken as he bring his face closer to yours,you couldn't do any sudden movement because of fear.
he was too close that you can feel his breath tickles your lips
when he was about to finally cut the distance between you
loud sound comes from above, as if something has broken,orson stopped,he mutter something under his breath and left.
what just happen? was he about to..? why would he?
you were confused and shocked at the same time,is this the same cold violent person you know?
....wait he didn't lock the door! should you escape?
can you anyway? in a place filled with his men it's impossible to run away....isn't it?
you don't know how to feel about that.
"WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE??" orson yells
there was some men who where running after max who was holding some documents
when they hear orson's the men stood in a respect,expect max.
"ah,hello again dude" max said with a big smile
"what are you doing for god sake?!"
"eh why so angry? i just wanted to take a look at these documents"
orson snatch them from him "don't play with my work"
"whao whao chill,it's not like I'll steal it or something"
orson looked at max with furious then he left to his office
he slammed the document on the table and sat down with his head between his hands.
"what's wrong with me"
was all he could think about.
max was doing a tour in the base,looking for something to entertain him
untill he come across a metal door.
what was there?
max open the door slowly.
you freeze,you were just about to go out,what a luck.
you return to your place thinking it's orson,if he saw you trying to go out you won't be okay.(it's not like you are now)
when the door opened completely,there stood someone....he wasn't orson?!
when he saw you he's eyes growing wide
"who are you?" was the first thing he said
was that your chance to escape?
you tried to talk but you start crying and the gasps were breaking your voice "please-*sob* help me"
max looked behind him before he rush to you
you held into his arms repeating "help me" over and over again
"oh you poor thing" max said in empathy.
but as much as he wanted to get you out of here he didn't know if it's a good idea.
he knew orson for a long time to know that if he did that the consequences will be dire.
max hugged you "you're freezing,how could he do this to a fragile girl"
you looked up to him "please help me,i-i don't want to stay here anymore"
"i-"
clap clap clap "What a scene"
you're heartbeat stopped,as the footsteps gets closer and closer
"what did i say about to not play with my work,max?"
you and max looked at orson with horror
"o-orson i didn't-"
"i knew it was wrong to trust you" orson started to pull his gun out.
max stood up in defense "whao there calm down i didn't do anything!"
"yet,and i'm going to stop you before you do"
bang
you let a scream as you watched max fall in front of you.
orson didn't stop there he kept shooting and shooting,there was this eeri smile on his face.
he wasn't going to stop anytime soon.
"STOP PLEASE STOP!!" you shouted as loud as you can.
and there orson stoped,he looked at you with the same cold eyes.
he throw his gun away and took you by your hand,he didn't care if others saw you alive anymore.
he throw you at the back seat of his car then he sat in the driver's seat.
he start driving fast and kept saying things like "it's your fault/you're the one who made me do that/why would you do that to me second time?!"
you couldn't get the image of max out of your head,you couldn't even cry,his blood was all over you,like you're the one who killed him
after not long you arrived at a big luxurious house,orson opened the door and demanded "get out" in a harsh tone.
you wasn't in a state to question anything,you just follow.
then you arrived in front of a door he opened the door and get you in.
he left you alone,like always but atleast the room was furnished and warm.
but you couldn't care,you just wanted to take the blood off of you,it's driving you insane.
after like five hour the door opened again.
and of course it was orson,but he was more calm now.
you didn't even look at him,just kept your head down,you don't want to see him anymore.
he sighed and walk closer to you.
when you didn't move he sat beside you,you flinch,as much as you try you can't not be afraid from him.
he kept silent for sometime then he speaks
"i hate it....i hate when i see the fear in your eyes,like you're looking at a monster."
you looked away
"i know I'm a monster...but not for you"
he took your hand and you jump.
he bring it to his mouth and kissed it.
"i don't like hurting you,do you think i do?...i don't like hearing you cry or scream but i can't control myself"
"y/n..."
he start getting closer and closer untill he's nearly on top of you
"i really love you,i didn't plan on loving you this much but my feelings for you are obsolutely insane"
"...your insane"
"yes! yes,for you i am,I'm not even regreting killing my childhood friend,I'll kill anyone if he was about to take you away"
you don't know what to say,just looking at him with disbelief
he's truly crazy.
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there's a hint of the future in the document incident;)
and a similar line max and orson has said can you guess?
i didn't know if i should finish it now or not but there it is!
i literally just left every idea in my notes and wrote a new one lol
how's the development of his character? i feel like that's better than the one that was in my head
have a good day/night♡
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faggy--butch · 3 months
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"I'll also say that this is sometimes supported by the trans man creators, like Jammidoger. It's not just the trans women, it's not just the essayists […]" & "you should feel gender affirmed from the violence done to you because that's just how men are actually".
Thing is, until I found trans men/masc people talking about transmisandry/transandrophobia online, every time I tried interacting with my local trans community, especially with other trans men/masc people, has included them all parroting or agreeing with the above sentiments, and it's why I stopped going to my local support group or interacting with them at all. Hearing those things from some well-known and respected trans women and men in our local community and getting pushback when I wanted to talk about trans masc issues, was just so disappointing.
Which is why I'm happy Jessie made that video and came to the conclusion she did. I left a comment just about my opinion on the matter, that while yes I've felt left out on her videos and wish she included our perspective more often, I also remind myself that she and her co-writer are both trans femme. So I don't take it as intentionally or even unintentionally leaving us out, it's a side effect of people writing what they know, however, that's exactly why I watch her, to get a better perspective for myself of trans women/femme issues.
But there were also lots of trans men and masc people in the comments who said a lot more about what our issues are and the harm it does to exclude us, how we do face similar or even the same kind of violence for the same reasons as trans women and femme people, and that often, her exclusion of us in her videos (especially the Barbie one) is adding onto the already exhaustive history of transandrophobia from within the trans community. While I've not changed or added to my comment, in the face of those others, it felt lacking, but I'm also really kinda exhausted at this point, since I've been fighting against biphobia from both cishet and other queer people most of my life now, so in the face of transandrophobia, I just have no more fight in me and have resorted to elevating the voices of others who do.
Sorry for the rant, you don't have to respond, I guess I just wanted to say thank you for getting a ball rolling and here's hoping it goes farther than other attempts before this.
Hey! I think I actually saw your comment, I thought about it a lot too which is is cool that it's bringing me full circle here but I do also agree in part that because they are trans femmes their thoughts and opinions are bound to be almost exclusively from their perspective. I do also watch for that perspective in part as well, but I feel that bigger trans creators who talk about trans topics, need to remember that there isn't just that one kind.
They have the opportunity to make a difference, to give others a voice, a voice which severely lacking in these spaces. I'm not going to wholesale blame them for perpetuating transandrophobia or anything, but if you're making a video on trans experiences and then leave out a crucial part of that experience, or at worse, uncritically repeat those same ideas as a bigger creator with lots of followers, it can have a serious negative impact on members of that groups and reinforces it, transandrophobia. This reminds me of the video that Abigail Thorne did called Beauty, Food, Mind. A lot of that video is her talking about how fatphobia affects HER, a thin beautiful actress, and doesn't really even mention much of fat struggles, or get fat perspectives, and she gained a lot of criticism within the fat youtube community for it because she had an opportunity and the didn't take it, making fatphobia only about thin people instead. I will be honest, I haven't had much of an irl queer community, I have my friends and I have gone out and interacted, but I'm disabled, and poor. I don't have the chance to go to any sort of community events or anything other than maybe a drag show every now and again especially here were I live now, I moved and am back in my home state, so it does make me nervous to even seek out and find a local community. online it's easier to brush off that kind of thing, not being considered or being talked down to or ignored, and tbh gaslit, but in real life? In my own home area, in my real domain?
I'm not sure I'd know how to cope with that rn, especially because I too have had some, let's just say not great experiences with in few irl trans people semi community type groups.
Lots of people are hurting and they take it out on each other, so I feel like I have to put on a persona, or be more femme to even be taken seriously and that sucks. So yeah, it's a breath of fresh air to be able to talk about transandrophobia online with other men and I'm happy happy happy we have this, but It is disappointing and I think it shows historically why trans men have tended to keep to ourselves.
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dumbpilots · 1 month
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lift me up (but don't get stuck!) a03
It's Valentine's Day and Bradley's in a rush. It's a shame he gets trapped in the elevator with the building’s newest (and hottest) tenant.
“Oh, hold it please!” He almost sticks his free hand through the closing doors before he thinks better of it. He’s not in a rush, but if he’s going to pull this off before Ice gets home, he doesn’t have a minute to spare. He can’t believe he forgot the spare key. Luck must be on his side today because a moment later the elevator doors slide back open. 
“Thanks, man.” He releases a heavy breath and shoots a relieved smile at the other lone occupant and– oh. It’s the ken doll. Bradley saw him for the first time a couple days ago walking out of the building. His first and only thought when he saw him was gorgeous. Bradley can totally be normal for a minute in his presence. Calm, even. He’s been around beautiful, tanned to perfection, built-like-marble men before. He’s fine. 
He hits 14 and takes two steps back to put some space between them and leans against the back railing. The elevator starts up.
“Runnin’ late for a date?” He says. And oh god. His voice drips like honey, slow and smooth. Ken doll’s eyebrows quirk up at him. His eyes are made of sea glass. Ding.
His brain short circuits. “Sorry–?” Ken doll narrows his gaze to the bouquet of roses tucked into Bradley’s left arm. Ding. “Oh! Hah, something like that.” 
Ken doll nods his head. “Yeah, didn’t realize how slow this thing can be sometimes.” Ding. 
“You just moved in, right?” He blurts without thought. “Not that I–, I mean–, kind of hard not to notice yo– a new face! In the building.” Bradley wonders if he can fall through the floor so hell can swallow him whole. Ding. He feels heat start to creep up his neck.
And then ken doll snorts at him. It shouldn’t be that attractive. But his eyes scrunch up and Bradley can’t stop looking at his dimples. “Yeah, I moved in three days ago. I–” He’s cut off by a horrific jolt. Bradley has to brace himself on the hand railing. The elevator halts completely. Oh shiiiiiit.
“Any chance this happens often and it’s a non-issue?”
“I… normally take the stairs.” Bradley is starting to regret his thoughts concerning luck.
“To the 14th floor? Okay, we’re circling back to that. But first,” Ken doll hits the emergency call button and it rings out. And rings. And rings. 
“No signal on my phone either, shit.” Bradley pockets it.
“Well. I gotta feelin’ we should get comfortable, neighbor.” He sends Bradley a wink and sits down on the floor. “I’m Jake, by the way.” Jake. He commits it to memory. 
“Bradley.” He slides down into a cross-legged position, carefully maneuvering himself so that their knees are not brushed up against one another. He tosses the flowers to the corner. Won’t be needing those. Sorry Mav. “It’s good cardio.” 
“Sorry?” Confused is a good look on Jake.
“Taking the stairs up. It’s good cardio. I only take the elevator when I’m in a rush. And no, the irony isn’t lost on me.” He rests his head against the wall and stares up.
“Sorry about your date, by the way.” Jake looks ruefully at the bouquet. “Hope your girl won’t be too upset with you.”
"Oh– no. They’re for my godfather.” Bradley scratches at his nape. “Well, technically, they’re for his husband. He tends to forget anniversaries and Valentine’s. I’m in charge of keeping the peace. Or rather, making sure my godfather gets to keep his head attached to the rest of his body.” He smiles fondly. 
“Worried now that you’ll get demoted?”
“Only if Pete survives the night.” Bradley smiles wistfully . “And no girl, by the way. Or guy.” 
“Subtle.” Jake grins at him. Bradley wants the image seared into his corneas. 
Jake fiddles with the emergency phone a second time, again with no answer. 
“So, Jake.” Bradley could get used to the sound of his name on his tongue. “What brings you to San Diego? Assuming you just moved here?”
“Work. Naval aviator.” Huh.
“So– question. How can you tell if someone is a pilot?” 
“Um.. Not sure?”
“They’ll tell you they’re a pilot.” Bradley looks down to try and hide his smile.
“Hilarious.” Jake looks like he thinks the exact opposite. “So what do you do then, Bradley?”
“Naval aviator.” He deadpans.
Jake laughs, bright and unguarded. “You’re shittin’ me.” 
“Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, at your service.” He mocks a salute. 
Jake looks like he’s searching for something. “Rooster… right?” He catches Bradley by surprise. “I’ve heard of you. Won Top Gun a couple years before me. You know Trace?”
“Yeah, we did a sea tour together a couple years ago.” 
“If I were a lesser comedian like yourself I’d make a joke about birds of a feather….” 
Bradley rolls his eyes, but still catches himself smiling. He shifts up on his knees and presses the emergency call button again. “Third time’s a charm?” 
And it rings. And rings. And— “Yes?” 
“Hey! Um, we’re stuck in the elevator? Can someone let us out? I think we’re around the fifth floor.” 
“One hour.” The line goes dead. 
“Well they clearly love their job. I think I’ll have t’ start taking the stairs too, if only to avoid havin’ to talk to that bundle of joy.” Jake shakes his head. 
“Now you’re getting it.” He sighs.
“So– no on-base housing for you?” 
“I could ask you the same question.” Bradley lobs back. 
“Prefer not to, given the choice. Enjoy the city more this way.” He shrugs his shoulders. 
“Yeah.. I get that.” Bradley lets the silence hang for a moment more. “So, did you have any interrupted Valentine’s Day plans?” 
“I’ve been here three days. My plans tonight were assembling a bookshelf and organizing some cabinets. No girl... Or guy.” He smirks at Bradley. 
“Subtle.” Bradley grins back. 
It feels like only mere minutes have passed when Bradley starts to hear signs of life on the other side of the doors, their conversation flowing so naturally. 
As soon as they’ve made their escape, Jake motions for Bradley to head to the stairs. Five flights and some heavier breathing later, Jake turns to him.
“Well this is me. But I’m sure I’ll see you around?” His eyes are twinkling. “I guess that applies to both the building and North Island.” He pushes the hallway door open.
“Yeah, you too. Wait–” Bradley doesn’t allow himself to think. “If you’d like some company, I’m decidedly average at assembling IKEA furniture?” 
Jake beams at him and props the door open wide. “Let’s go cowboy.” 
Hours later, Bradley checks his phone.
6 missed calls from Pete
2 new voicemails from Pete
7 new messages from Pete
Jesus. He opens the messages first.
Bradley?? Why aren’t you answering
Where are you? 
You were supposed to be here half an hour ago.
Bradley? Are you alive? Did Ice find out?
Not probable. He’d only have me killed.
Call me, kid. 
Crisis averted. You’re not off the hook, for the record.
sorry, got stuck in my building’s elevator for a couple hours.
you’d be proud of me tho
started taking ur advice
Say more. Now.
don’t think, just do.
ur flowers found a new home. sorry?
*attached photo of red roses in a vase*
Whose apartment is that?
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rynrising44 · 1 month
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Just read a Facebook post dissing Captain Marvel and the Marvels (because it seems to be the new, manly thing, apparently. To rip this movie to shreds before even seeing it) and this mf had the nerve to say, "Captain Marvel is just such an unlikable character. Her origin story was one of the worst movies Marvel has ever produced, so my hopes for the Marvels are low. I give it a 2/10, prewatch. Thoughts? Comment below."
He is saying this, BEFORE WATCHING THE MOVIE. Not only that, but he's opening up the comments under the guise of 'friendly debate' while straight up encouraging bashing. He knows that everyone who comments is going to agree with him. He knows they're going to drag Brie Larson's name through the mud, bringing Teyonah and Iman with her, because that's what these people do, and guess what? That's what they did.
Every. Single. Facebook. Ad. Has. Laughing. Faces.
Every single one has horrific comments with the most disgusting content you can imagine.
And every single one is from these straight, white men (who I know are straight and white, because their profiles aren't on private like the idiots they are). Every single one!
Which is why I don't give a shit if the Marvels has pacing issues. I don't care if the storyline is weird at times or if the dialogue is wonky or if the villain was weak. I will defend this movie with my life, because if you can say sickening things about a project you've never seen, then I can say it's the most meaningful movie of 2023.
It made me fall in love with writing again.
It made me understand myself more.
It made me laugh, cry, contemplate my life and helped me work through overwhelming grief. It did all of this by simply existing.
Captain Marvel is a character. She is a character! But your daughters? Your kids? Those are real people. They are real. And you are sitting here, typing on your phone, talking about how much you hate a character, who has done nothing to you except exist as a woman.
So shut the fuck up, go cook a shitty burger on your grill, and STOP spamming my social media, Mike!
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Had literal (not just inspired) Ranma 1/2 ZoSan galaxy thoughts with @anniilaugh and oh boy oh boy oh boy
Zoro and Hawkeye are japanese martial artists training in Jusenkyo, China, they get to the cursed springs and don't listen to the guide about how they should definitely not fight there
Zoro falls into the cursed spring of the young woman and from then on his body turns female at the contact of cold water and back to male with hot water- his dad falls in the panda one.
Mihawk brings them back to Japan because he and his old pal Zeff had made a promise to marry their kids and join their dojos- he has to fight Zoro the entire way
Scene starts with Zeff sitting down his three adoptive kids with mommy issues (Robin, Nami and Sanji) to tell them they're about to receive his old friend Mihawk and his son Zoro- long ago they agreed to marry their kids to secure the "Anything goes" dojo's legacy, and both thought it wouldn't work out since they didn't have kids at first, but both ended up adopting in later years.
All three are pissed that they don't get a say in this- they've never even met this Zoro guy! Who cares if he's been training in China, they can probably still beat his ass.
Fem!Zoro and Panda!Mihawk are fighting it out in the street in the rain (which is what turned them both into their cursed forms)- Zoro is angry that his stupid father figure just decided this for him- fuck this, he's going back to China, and that's that! but Mihawk knocks him out and carries him on his shoulder to the Akaashi residence.
Back at the dojo, Robin hopes he's older than her, Nami knows she, the town lesbian with a gf (Vivi) won't be forced to marry him if it comes to it, and Sanji is just so angry that Zeff would make this decision for them- how stupidly old fashioned and this guy won't be taking over the dojo from them, no way. Also, who cares about a stupid boy. All that matters to him are beautiful ladies, after all. (still struggling a bit with being bi Sanji what's up)
A panda and a young adult come into the dojo and they're like ??? who the hell is this panda? the panda sets down Zoro in front of Zeff like "voila" and they're like! oh- could you be?
I'm Roronoa Zoro. Sorry 'bout this.
Zeff hugs him, feels the soft chest press against his own, and is like- oh. Did he misremember what Mihawk told him, was it a daughter after all?
Sanji is relieved, thinking Zoro is a woman (Zoro doesn't correct anyone, he doesn't really care, he just wants to get back to China and if this means he can get out of marrying on a misunderstanding, maybe it'll work out in his favour)- and he acts like his usual gentlemanly self with him, treating him to tea and asking him about his training. Zoro asks to spar, and Sanji truly couldn't- but can't say no to a pretty lady so they spar but Sanji never actually hits Zoro- always stopping right before he lands a hit, annoying the shit out of Zoro (what a prissy guy)
Having worked up a sweat (that Sanji guy wasn't half bad at fighting, even if he didn't actually hit him), Zoro goes to wash in the men's baths
Sanji, thinking "she" is in the women's baths, walks into the same bath, naked, and is faced with a very built, very attractive man in his bathroom, stepping out of the hot tub. he definitely doesn't ogle him
He panics and runs to the rest of the family being like "there's a pervert in the bathroom wtf"
Zoro joins them, dressed in the same clothes he was in before and reintroduces himself (I'm Roronoa Zoro, sorry 'bout this)
They all gather to go over what's happened in China (including demonstration as Mihawk throws Zoro into the pond) and Zeff cuts him off to be like
"There's truly no problem. So, Zoro, which of my children do you want to marry- although in his letters your father did mention you preferred men, and I only have one of those."
Robin and Nami pounce on this and push Sanji forwards "oh he definitely wants Sanji"- "what?? why me?"- "well, he's half a girl, so it works out perfect for you!"/"I'm a full lesbian and he's a gay man it's not meant to be"
Sanji fights this- "I don't want to marry this pervert!" "Who you callin' a pervert, you walked in on me, curly brows!" "yeah, well you were a strange naked man in my bathroom, so that makes you a pervert" "Yeah, well you took a pretty long, good look at me, so I'd say you're the pervert, ogling me" "I wasn't ogling you you brute!" "oh, I see, you were just jealous of how better built I am than you"
Sanji kicks him into the garden pond and leaves to take the bath he didn't get to take earlier
Zoro (in girl form) also goes to bathe, wanting to clean himself of the dirty pond water- and of course runs into Sanji, who gets a really bad nosebleed
AND SO BEGINS the slow burn of always bickering, full of misunderstandings, gender shenanigans, enemies to lovers arranged marriage Zoro and Sanji, with Zoro being really annoyed at the traditional gender roles that Sanji seems to be trying to enforce, and Sanji being constantly annoyed at this big brute of a man having no sense of priopriety and going around in his fem presenting form in ways that he thinks are a disgrace to womankind
but here is some more adapting:
Sanji, like Akane, has a crush on the local doctor (Dr. Law) but can't admit it to himself because he's still a bit struggling with the internalised homophobia from his birth father. Zoro finds it amusing in the beginning (before he catches feelings and gets jealous)
Again like Akane, Sanji starts with long hair and it gets cut because of a fight Zoro gets into with Pedro (who fell into the baby leopard spring), who will take the role of P-chan, sleeping in Sanji's bed and pining after him
Crazy love rivals galore and infinite fiance(e)s that Mihawk promised Zoro to of course:
the Kunos- Cavendish falls for Zoro when he meets him in his female form (oh my beautiful green-haired girl...). He always has the dramatic entrances (Cavendish, Age 17, the White Horse of Furinkan High), throwing his red roses everywhere. His just as...passionate? sister, Pudding, is in love with Sanji and thinks fem!Zoro is her love rival and tricks him into the rhythmic gymnastics showdown thing where Zoro has to be in a leotard, chained to baby leopard Pedro, both at risk of being exposed if hit with hot water in front of this crowd, and Zoro beats her with three clubs
Hiyori as Shampoo from the Amazon tribe who's at first sent to kill Zoro because he beat her in fem! form but then keeps trying to marry man Zoro who also accidentally beats her- Sanji is so mad about this specific one
Tashigi could be Okonomiyaki Ukyo (we think she's a man at first) or she could be Mousse (blind AF without her glasses) and turns into a goose with cold water
Brook as Happosai (old man with obsession for panties) who trains Zoro at times
Zoro doesn't get rid of the curse because plot but also even if he tried to, he would get lost if he tried to go to China by himself
Zoro's chest is 110cm no matter the form and Sanji is NOT OKAY
SO MANY NOSEBLEEDS (Ranma was such an ecchi manga and Zoro definitely has just as much propriety with his female form as Ranma does)
Nami makes money off of pictures of fem!Zoro like Nabiki does, selling them to Cavendish and all the boys at school who don't know the green haired girl is actually Zoro
Zoro was traumatised by the cat fu training Mihawk did to him as a kid and can only be calmed down and go back to acting like a human if he's pet and calmed down by Sanji. just like Ranma, he kisses Sanji in his cat form in front of the whole school (and doesn't remember it)
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Alpha likes to play with their hair — Inuyasha Omegas
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Notes: I like men with long hair, hehe. Anyway, Inuyasha is by far my favorite anime, so prepare for a lot of content about it and also content about httyd, cause I need more of these.
Warnings: might contain spoilers, probably has grammar errors
- Inuyasha:
»» He is a tsundere, so it doesn't matter how long into the relationship you're, he will still deny he likes it.
»» But at the same time, he won't stop you either, unless you decide to tease or make any comment about it. So if you want to play with his hair for as long as your arms let you, then better not talk about it.
»» He will like it even more if you brush his hair either before or after sleep, might even fall asleep while sitting with how much relaxing is for him. Just be careful with his ears, they're sensitive, but not in a sexual way, in more of you're either making them hurt with so much rubbing or the fact he can feel and hear everything you're doing, and might get overwhelming.
»» Now, the only hairstyle he would tolerate is a ponytail and nothing more. I feel like he would let you do it the first time, but he might get teased either by Miroku or Shippo, and since then you're only allowed to do a ponytail.
- Sesshomaru:
»» Sesshomaru does not care about it, as long as you're not interrupting him from doing tasks like hunting, fighting, or whatever else he feels like doing at the moment.
»» It would be best to play with his hair before bed or when he is just relaxing doing nothing at the time. Now, he does take really good care and takes great pride in his hair, even if he doesn't say so, so don't just mess with it and get it tangled or ugly (somehow).
»» Out of everyone on this list, he is the one that likes hairstyles the most, he might even get ornaments for you to decorate his hair with. Also as long as the hairstyle doesn't inconvenience him with tasks and fighting.
»» Sesshomaru also has a liking to shiny things, so get him some silver or golden ornaments and he will keep them forever. If the hairstyle you did on him gets unmade by someone who is not you or Rin, then consider that person dead, principally if they broke one of the ornaments you gave to him.
- Tōga:
»» He is very happy whenever you show him affection, and he doesn't have any issues at showing or even saying he likes it.
»» He loves it principally when he gets home after a hard day, he will have you both taking a bath together and you have to wash his hair, you have to is a rule, doesn't matter how long it takes.
»» Always falls asleep when you play with his hair, so be sure to do it when that's not a problem, also cause he has the deepest sleep to ever exist, I mean the world is ending and he is still asleep.
»» About hairstyles, I think he wouldn't mind as long as it is a day off and he won't go out. Because let's be honest, this guy loves fighting, he probably will get in a fight when he goes out, either on purpose or not, and will get the hair undone unless is a simple variation of a ponytail, and he will be very upset that his hair is undone.
- Kōga:
»» Only lets you do it when you're in private, not a single soul besides you two can ever dream about this happening, he has to keep his image of the strongest of the pack and whatnot.
»» And because of that is difficult to make hairstyles on him, also the majority of them will get messed up by the speed he runs, so there is no point to do it if he won't spend most of the day inside.
»» But he will let you put certain ornaments on his head, now nothing that calls too much attention or is fragile, cause he won't accept those. The ones he would like the most are those that can be put on the band on his head.
»» Now, the only day he would let you do a hairstyle and he goes out, is on the day you two get married, or whatever ceremony they do to make a couple oficial (besides mating). And if anyone comments on it he will rub in their faces that he is getting married and they aren't.
- Bankotsu:
»» Man has a braid 24/7, his hair is begging for something different, also I don't think he cares much about his hair. He only puts it in a braid cause that way it doesn't get in the way of him doing chores or fighting.
»» If it wasn't for his "siblings" he would have cut it a long time ago, and probably with something that was not meant to cut hair, so it would look ridiculous.
»» Bankotsu is fighting to the death almost all the time, so if you do a hairstyle different than his usual, make sure it doesn't have a way of being undone or messing up his moves, cause this could cost his life.
»» He doesn't care, so he will walk around with the silliest hair and don't even acknowledge it. Jakotsu will see it and will care and make him or you undo it and make a proper hairstyle, if you do make an actual hairstyle and look good, maybe Jakotsu will ask for you to do it to their hair later.
- Naraku:
»» Naraku is another one that does not care about you playing with his hair or not, as long as it doesn't happen in front of his enemies somehow.
»» He might even let you do hairstyles, considering you won't try to make him look silly or make "children's hairstyles" on him, if you do make these, he will either take it off right away or stop you midway and don't let you touch his hair for a long time.
»» He likes displaying power and riches, so if you make a hairstyle that shows that off, with or without ornaments, it doesn't matter, as long as he looks handsome and powerful he will like it.
(This next paragraph will contain spoilers)
»» Now for his clones/incarnations, they will all be very much fans of you playing and doing styles on their hair, depending on the incarnation they won't let you know, but I do think that they have the same feelings for you that Naraku does, but they cannot "control" it as much as he can.
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