Stoner Denki has a special place in my tumblr filled heart 🧁
Denki was stoned,very stoned for lack of better words. He was all mushy and clingy,kissing all over your face.
Soft giggles escaped your lips like little whispers of the way he made your heart melt,”Denki that tickles come on lay down it’s like 3am” you urged tugging him under the sheets.
He was an adorable sight,his cheeks flushed and his pupils blown as he flopped down in his comfy pyjamas. “Mmmm don’t wanna sleep yet,wanna keep lookin’ at ya” he grinned,smug and sweet. “You can look at me tomorrow and everyday after that but it’s late and you need some sleep, baby.” You assured as you let him get comfortable with his head on your chest and your fingers rubbing soft circles on his scalp.
Muttering a soft “fine”, he let his breathing slow and the warmth bleed into his heart. He felt like he was floating in all the perfect ways as his body slowly let him slip into a dreamland filled with only you.
A/n: first oc post kinda nervy. A pic of my inspo for him is at the bottom. Enjoy 🧁
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The air in the flat was light,the fresh new sent of a home waiting to be decorated. Moving in with a stranger was never much of a plan but you’d had no other choice since flat prices in London costed an arm and a leg.
Due to the newness of it all you and Theodore had to share a mattress,both of you much too skint for the month to even consider buying a second one until the next time you get your wages paid. Laying on the creaky old floor of the flat that was no doubt older than both of you,you’d both been sharing a takeaway. A small luxury curtesy of his parents,it didn’t seem like much to others but for the both of you it was perfect.
Biting the chicken wing you let a moan slip from your lips, “god you didn’t say it would be like the best food I’ve ever eaten” you mumble midway through chewing. He chuckled,commenting a small “what have you been eating all your life” given that the takeaway itself was hardly amazing to anyone else. The chips all greasy and floppy,the chicken oily and soggy but it seemed that it was Michelin star in your books.
The two of you exchanged quiet conversation about upbringings and childhood experiences,familiarising yourselves with the idea of living together until one of you would get lucky and afford independence.
“Allergies?” You’d asked while sipping your milkshake,earning “passionfruit and bananas” as a response. “Aren’t you just the most unique guy” you joked,his laugh coming easy.
It didn’t feel forced or awkward,more friendly and familiar. Like something that would stay,unlike anything you’d ever had in life. The perfect kind of intimacy for people sharing spaces and lives. His eyes twinkling in the flickering Hugh of the light,his dirty blonde hair slightly sweaty from carrying all the boxes,his cruckid nose and his pretty smile. It was a face you were sure you could get used to,even if it was in a place that looked like it would crumble if you stepped on the wrong floorboard.
Maybe it could be home,just for now or maybe forever…
Jason was drunk. In the bath drunk and very very sad.
“Jay come on just let me wash your hair then we can go to sleep” you say gently before grabbing the shampoo you used and he always stole. “B-but I don’t want to I wanna stay here-“ he cried softly. “Aww jay come on you’ll end up all wrinkled and you’d hate that.” You say reassurance was all he really needed when this drunk.
Gently running your shampoo covered hands through his hair he wasn’t as tense anymore,more pliant to the idea of going to bed.
It took quite a while to transfer him from the bath to the bed once you’d dressed him.
“You’re very pretty” he slurred as you handed him a glass of water. “Thank you Jason” you whispered placing a kiss to his hairline as his eyelids grew heavier. “It’s okay jay..go to sleep” he nodded sluggishly and ,once you’d set the empty glass down, snuggled into your chest. He was like a big baby,a grown and heavy one at that.
He let his eyes flutter shut as you whisper little I love yous into his hair until his breathing evened out and he squeezed your waist three times,his own little ‘I love you too’
All was quiet in the Wayne manor,all the boys were in the bat cave putting their suits away and cleaning themselves up.
In the master bedroom was you and Bruce,Bruce was freshly showered and in some sweatpants and you were wearing one of his shirts. The both of you laid cuddling in bed talking about his patrol,he’d only ever talk about it with you.
“Damien tripped but he’ll be okay I checked him over on the way back,as for dick he’ll be sitting out tomorrow until he learns to wait for my call” he murmured while running a thumb over your hairline “just glad to be home” he pressed a kiss to your head.
“I’m just grateful you’re all safe” you whispering brushing a finger over the bandage on his hip. “I love you Bruce” you mumbled,earning a “I love you too sweetheart”.
Bruce cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips to yours before resting your head to his own and kissing your cheek.
A/N: I have like four fics pre written that I just need to read over and edit but more is to come so enjoy this one in the mean time 🧁
Bakugo loved subtle touches. Especially after being at the agency all day he was eager to hold you and pamper you,his own form of relaxation.
Since he’d shut out most affection in life before you he now just solely gave it all to you.
Dinners in bed with random movies playing,warm bubble baths with cups of tea if you felt under the weather,waking up 2 hours early just to watch the relaxed expression on your face while you slept before waking you up with soft kisses to your hairline.
He’d never admit it to his friends but ,for you, he was a total sap.
This evening was no different,you’d come home from your day at work,smelling like ink,news papers,tea and printing paper exhausted.
Slipping your shoes off you were greeted by the calm sight of katsuki cooking in the kitchen,freshly showered and already in his comfy pyjamas pants.
There was no way to resist the temptation of coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist. Nuzzling your face deeper into his back you’d finally spoke up “hi suki..” your voice muffled.
He greeted you by guiding you infront of him just so he could see you, “go shower dinners almost done” he spoke,still grumbly but softer just for you.
After showering katsuki had taken to his usual clingy behaviour post difficult day. He had you eating dinner while he stroked a thumb over every detail of your face that he loved. Every once in a while he’d mutter small compliments about you.
You’re so pretty
My gorgeous baby
You look so cute
I love your eyes when you’re all happy
He was nothing shorter than loving on evenings like this,they always ended the same with you both laid in bed and him with his head on your stomach.
He pressed soft kisses on your hip bone muttering small ‘I love you’s inbetween until his eyes grew heavy and he couldn’t resist sleep washing away the hardships of the day.
It was times like this when he knew one thing,you were all he needed.
A/n: my first ever Clark Kent writing to fully confirm my worth because he’s my fav. I didn’t proof read this ,enjoy!!!
Clark is a total sweetheart. You often find yourself just looking at him and admiring how adorable he is. Ironically of course given that he’s a total muscle man and lifts buildings by day to save people.
Tuesday nights are special for both of you because of the nightly ritual that takes place. You return home 10 minutes before Clark,making your way to the bathroom. You remove your makeup and shower. This is followed by Clark’s return home and him showering after you while you pick a dvd from the colour coded collection you’d been building since your tweens.
Hair damp and clad in comfy pyjama pants (never a shirt since he always gets too warm). Clark makes his way to the kitchen beginning to boil water in one pan and cook some minced beef down in the other. Eventually he’d be joined by a sight he’d never get sick of,you. He helps you up onto the kitchen island given that that last time you cried for 30 minutes after slipping and smacking your nose on the countertop. Once he knows your content he goes back to cooking,adding pasta sauce to the beef while you reel the events of the day to him.
In moments like this Clark sees nothing but his future with you,you both loved future talk. Knowing you both didn’t want to have children due to his busy lifestyle and your hate for mess and stress,the warmth curling in your chest knowing you’ll wake up next to him everyday.
Eventually an hour of talking turns into him handing you a bowl of spaghetti,the bolognaise curved into a heart shape and a smiley face made from peppers that sat on top of the cheese.
Thanking him and kissing his cheek you dig in,laughing about random little things he tells you about work. Jimmy being annoyed at Louis for taking his favourite cup,cat pouting when Perry announced there would be an early team meeting that afternoon. Everything felt so right,Clark’s warm eyes and the certainty of forever.
Tuesdays always ended the same,DVDs by the fireplace while Clark ran his hand up and down your back soothingly until you’d fall asleep. the inevitable 20 minute wait for you to be deeply asleep so he could lift you up and gently place you in bed, climbing in next you and making sure your favourite blanket and the teddy bear from your 5th anniversary were to hand.
It was nights like this that grounded you and Clark,the laughter,the DVDs,the spaghetti,and the warmth of falling asleep in each others arms.
🧁:hiiii this is my first time writing fanfic and my only qualifications are my love for Wally west and my desire to read fanfic forever. I haven’t proof read this but enjoy some fluff!! I did put this as a fem reader just because it’s written with a woman in mind but I’m pretty sure it could go for any gender
Warnings:non just pure fluff!
Growing up you’d never been shown much love,distant parents who couldn’t comprehend the effect of hash words and siblings who ran as far as possible,leaving you alone and heartbroken.
Until Wally. Wally walked,or rather ran, into your life on the first night you’d been in the city. Bumping into you turned into gentle dates and nervous kisses on your doorstep. Being your first boyfriend,Wally went all out at all times. Often returning from the justice league meetings with bouquets of fake flowers knowing you were allergic to real flowers,watching sappy Rom coms with a gentle smile while wiping your tears.
Wally was perfect.
And he still is,tonight you sit on the couch watching reruns of big bang theory,the soft sound of the laughter floating through the apartment as your only child (a fluffy ginger cat Wally had rescued 3 months into your relationship) snuggled her head under your chin. Cooing at the cat gently you barely notice the door open and click shut until the red blur dashes past you and into the bathroom.
Shaking your head with a gentle chuckle you wait patiently for him to finish the regular shower he loves post hero work.
Soon enough the red head was next to you on the couch littering your face with gentle and loving kisses. “God I missed you honey” Wally mumbled as you giggle “Wally that tickles”.
“I’m so lucky to have you” he whispered against your hairline,stroking the cat absentmindedly,full attention on you. “I’m the lucky one,I’m not exactly easy to deal with” you reply quietly. “Oh baby don’t say that,you’re perfect. Never doubt yourself,remember what I told you?” He says looking at you lovingly.
“I’m not difficult I’m just learning” you repeat the words he always tells you when you doubt yourself. Wally opens his arms and you lean into his embrace,staying there for just a while until he guide your face out of the crook of his neck,cupping your cheeks gently.
His eyes search yours adoringly,seeing nothing but the future before he presses a soft,lasting kiss your lips,not pulling away until he was sure you could feel the love he had for you.
He was the only reason you believe in love,because Wally found you and showed you that it was possible even after going years without it.
Jason Todd/Reader, 671 words [request from anonymous sender]
-> cw: makeouts, gn!reader (no description of features/clothing)
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Whenever you make out with Jason, there is one thing that you were never poignantly aware of before—that he was able to unlock a new avenue of sensation. After all, before you met him—you had never really been with anyone before.
And you had definitely never even been with someone that you could readily make out with. And you had never been with anyone that was able to take you down this avenue of…tactile discovery.
Because that was the thing: every time that the two of you kissed—there was a flare of heat, a blooming of insistent need that would take reckoning of you whenever the two of you shared both space and privacy.
But one thing was for certain: every time that Jason got you alone, he would alone have the privilege of being able to enjoy the sanctity of your mouth against his.
Much as he does now, as he holds you on the terrain of the couch, his mouth pressed against yours. His hands searching out the details of your body, roaming up the width of your thighs wrapped around the spread of his thick waist.
You can feel the instinctive grind of his body against yours, against the junction of your legs. This lets you become quite aware of something burgeoning with lustful intent. As if the ways that he was making you come undone with his mouth was no clear indicator.
And oh, the things he's doing with his mouth right now—the way that he takes his tongue and presses it at the seam of your lips. The way that your mouth opens to give him access, and how he takes what you've given him without any hesitation.
And you can feel his tongue scrape against yours—and encounter the beaded pearl piercing that dots the center of the muscle.
There's an exquisite shiver that blooms inside-out as you feel the way that his tongue laves at the spot, desperate to commemorate the taste of you against him.
And his hands, while already exploratory, become so much more desperately hungry for more. They grab in avid handfuls to ensure that you will remain trapped under him—a captivity that you're happy to endure.
He knows you like it; after all, the moan that you make into him, that he swallows with another slick lap of his tongue against yours—the heady rush of sensation from the crown of your head that jolts straight between your legs—
He knows what effect it has on you. He understands all-too-well how much it drives you wild, and he'll do his best to ensure he can continue to encourage those reactions out of you. He searches for the back of your teeth with an expert swipe of his tongue; your hips roll into him with an instinctiveness that you cannot resist.
Jason only pulls away when the necessity for air demands him to, so that he may admire the flustered state that he has reduced you to. So that he can see the glassy manner that your eyes arc up to him with, the boozy smile that you take aim with.
He huffs an amused breath through his gritted teeth—after all, he can't resist the grin at this prize that he's got below him. Not when he's been able to undo you in such manner.
"You like when I kiss you, sweetheart?" He asks, his eyes mercurial—dark with intent to fulfill his duties to the very letter. All that you can do is nod with unabashed glee, unabashed mischief that spreads your smile wider.
"Are you gonna keep doing it?" You ask him with a sly undertone to your voice. He doesn't miss it; if there's one thing your boyfriend is good at, it's picking up on a hint.
"Sure am." He groans as he begins to consume the distance that has elapsed between you both. As he seizes his mouth against yours, and takes care to finish the job that he started.
dividers and banner made by me, Jason Todd art drawn by @/deathstar_soy on instagram
the people would be so concerned for him until they see the stupid hearts in his eyes when he's staring off at his publicist LOLLLL
sooo many tweets from all dynamight fans complaining about ‘higher ups’ controlling him and watering down his personality to make him marketable #freekatsuki #justicefordynamight are trending because they think the commission is mistreating him until clips of bakugou holding the train of your dress at the hero gala red carpet start going viral … alongside some very ‘canon’ clips of him cursing out photographers and paps for shoving you, mistreating you just because you’re his publicist!!!!
imagine the ‘protective dynamight’ edits that start going around too MWEHEHEHE
you do end up scolding him once you’re back in the limo because his image was just starting to clear up n katsuki grumbles something along the lines of: “doesn’t matter if you’re not a pro. you’re my publicist, by my side. not some shit stain on the street. paps don’t gotta treat you like that.”
even though it’s pretty potty mouthed n gross … he’s blushing and it’s somehow the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to you LOLOL
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