I Can Take Them (not In A Fight)

Can you do a part 2 request for Tomas Vrbada x Muscular!Fem Reader in slightly smut?

Imagine Tomas sees his girlfriend in her nightgown. As she flexes her muscles to make him blush red

NIGHTTIME THOUGHTS

tomas vrbada x reader | sfw / nsfw-ish

CW! female reader, suggestive content, like only humping or explicit thoughts, fluffy, topish reader, Drabble

part 1

An empty bed and flushing ninja in it. How long ago had he’d been noticed by her, by you. A magnificent goddess with a overpowering stature.

A tall woman with a magnificent build.

You were everything that he admired.

Especially in that nightgown you threw onto your body. It hugged you in the right places and in the moonlight it was utterly beautiful to see you.

Finding you beautiful is always how he gets himself in these situations; you on his lap. He adored your weight on his lap, and movement of your hips.

You were forceful with it. Hands surrounding his face to make him look you in the eyes.

Or maybe what got him in this situation is when your flexed your muscles. Any time you did that he was flushing red. Didn’t know why but he liked the thought of getting dominated by you.

“Who’s my good boy.” It wasn’t a question. That teasing smirk of yours had him shaking. His hands resting on your hips as you two pleased each other.

“Me.” He whispered with a wobbly smile.

You laughed as you kept on moving. “You are and will continue to be.”

He laughed as he was pushed down onto the bed. The rustles of your nightgown being thrown and his own pajamas being taken off it would be a long night.

Especially when he caught sight of your magnificent body.

God, Tomas loved his life.

More importantly he loved you.

ALONE WITH ME

anya x reader | sfw

CW! gn reader, referenced s@, jimmy bashing, hurt comfort, ambiguous ending, pre-crash, can be seen as either platonic or romantic, Drabble

Summary! instead of coming to curly with what happened anya confides in you about what happened to her.

“Can I talk to you.”

Anya asked you with a blank stare. You blinked and nodded with a smile, “Sure what is it?”

You noticed her eyes flicker to Jimmy who was talking with Captain Curly. There was something in Anya’s eyes but then dismissed it and grabbed your hand.

“Anya?” You said a little louder than normal, and it caught the attention of Curly and Jimmy. Anya spared nothing and sped you guys to the medbay.

You were surprised to see her close and lock the door.

“Anya? What’s going on?” You asked hesitantly. Fiddling with the sleeve of your uniform you watched her body language. Anya was figidty and struggled to meet your eyes.

She looked closed to tears.

“Hey it’s okay… Can I touch you?”

She shivered at your words. Her eyes looking up at you and nodded. Slowly you held her hands and staring at her with soft eyes. “It’s okay. What is it, Anya?”

Her voice trembled, “uh…night before something happened to me.”

Her body was tense and trembling as she continued to articulate what she was gonna say.

“Jimmy, he came into my room and…”

Your gasp cut her off. Immediate anger filled you and then sadness. “Oh Anya.” Your hands tightened on to hers. “A hug?”

She immediately took your offer. You two held each other in an embrace. On the bed you held her. Anya’s head on your chest as she cried her loving heart.

“We can talk to Curly, and we’ll see what we can do about that asshole.” You subtly growled saying the monster’s name.

“What if Curly doesn’t do anything? He and Jimmy are friends.” She whimpered.

“The birthday party; you saw how Jimmy was…” You titled your head to see her becoming more teary eyed.

“I’m pregnant.”

Your eyes went wide. “Mother fucker.” You cursed lowly. “We’ll figure this out. I’ll beat that fucker, or maybe throw him out into space.”

Your hands went through her black locks. “It’ll be okay. We’ll convince Captain Curly, even tell Daisuke and Swansea, and we can deal with him.”

Your hands cupped her face, “it’ll be okay. I won’t ever let anyone hurt you again. If no one does anything then I’ll be the one to kill the bastard…”

“Even without Captain Curly’s permission.”

🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

Chuffed

Help Nadin Keep Her Life Stitched Together

My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

Bruce Wayne as a dad, but he doesn't try to reprimand his kids, he just acts like everything is his 13th reason:

"Jason, if you throw that guy off the cliff, i am also jumping off after him."

"Dick, if you don't get down from there, I will stand under the chandelier when it falls down."

"Damian, if you cut that head off, i will walk into your sword."

I miss them dearly < ♡

shit hurts like hell fr

Can you write a fluff peace about Ranpo and child Reader trying to play a prank on Fukuzawa. Fukuzawa notices what their doing but plays along anyway to see his kids laugh.

DOUBLE TROUBLE

fukuzawa & ranpo & reader | sfw

cw! child reader, gn! reader, all platonic relationships

thank you for the request. this is such a cute prompt

"Ranpo!"

You giggled as he put his index finger on his lips signaling you to be quiet. His lips formed into a big and cheeky smile.

Mischief was loud in his eyes as he grabbed your hand gently and pushed the door open to find Fukuzawa in his office.

Currently the vacant office of there's only consisted of you two and Fukuzawa.

"C'mon!"

With the soft click of the door Ranpo pulled you along. You laughed as he made you follow him. Both of you ultimately cracked up into giggles as you two went down the steps of the office.

Fukuzawa looked up from his desk and looked towards his desk. The door that was closed had those two kids he saved those many years ago.

They had something planned. A soft smile spread to his face hearing such giggles.

The exact plan you guys had was devious. While the president was out of the office, everyone else like the main detective was off on missions.

Unbeknownst to him, the other workers were onto it too, and they gladly participated. Light fun that no doubt would make even the stoic President crack a small smile.

"Grab the bubble wrap!" Ranpo opened the president's door to his office. A sublime office that was clean and honorable of a man like Fukuzawa.

The only way Fukuzawa had any idea was because of the hoarding of bubble wrap in your room. The man had been taking care of you for a time and it wasn't hard to find things you were trying to hide.

You hadn't been on the streets long enough to develop that skill.

Plus he heard you rambling about it to Yosano who came to visit.

"Got it!" You brought mountains of bubble wrap rolls which made Ranpo grin widely. He patted your head gently, "Good job!" You visibly brightened at the praise.

It was then that you guys got to work.

To the desk to the chair was covered in the stuff. As you did Ranpo gave you candy after candy. A rare chance any agency member; and you happened to be an exception.

Fukuzawa could hear the shuffling. The numerous interns and such watched with bated breath. They saw a soft yet faint smile on his face. Hearing you and Ranpo scurry about as you did your prank.

He heard the two of you stop moving at the sound of his feet stopping at the door. A chuckle was stuck in his throat as he imagined you and Ranpo standing there wide eyed.

When opening the door he found bubble wrap around the furniture in his office and no you or Ranpo in sight.

His eyes drifted to the desk where a chair was slightly more put than normal. His smile threatened to become bigger.

"Ranpo." His voice was deep with softness and familiarity. He heard a squeak and then a hush. He said your name gently and it wasn't hard to hear your voice hitch.

"Shhh!"

You giggled in response. Another hush was followed with, and then groaned from the younger man.

Fukuzawa pulled the chair out to find Ranpo against the wall of the desk and you pressed against his chest. His arms wrapped around you and sharing that same childish look.

"Hi!" You giggled brightly. Fukuzawa mentally clutched his heart at your cuteness.

"President." Ranpo was pouting and it was just as cute. Fukuzawa might as well died right there.

"You got me. Very creative." He was a man of simple words. Fukuzawa was impressed even if he knew that they were up to something.

Ranpo whined, as he could see that the older man knew, but he remained smiling seeing you happily clap that he was surprised by your bubble wrapping prank.

Fukuzawa loved his kids. You two along with the rest of the agency were his kids.

He watched with a faint smile of you gleefully cheer with Ranpo who was albeit sulking under the surface that he figured it out.

hi can you do like Bisexual Peter Parker(mcu) x fem!reader on which Peter comes out to reader and reader gets even more overprotective when he talks to another girl/guy

Thanks!!

OH, JEALOUSY

peter parker x reader | sfw

CW! female! reader, reader and peter are adults (after nwh), jealous reader, oblivious peter (he's a sweetie), friends to lovers

Peter was so scared when he admitted his sexuality to you. You were his first friend since the spell and he was afraid to tell you.

Thankfully you accepted him for who he was.

And of course, you would. You loved this boy turned superhero who saved you, and you too became one to accompany him. You grew to love this sweet and traumatized boy.

However, now you can't deny your jealousy underneath when Peter in contact with both genders. It wasn't just girls who were getting close to him; you were also noticing men's wandering eyes.

And this poor man didn't notice such behavior. Peter was going on about his day and friendly talking to people both as citizen and as the Spiderman. It utterly killed you that he didn't notice, but you also found it adorable.

Very conflicting.

And oh so subtly you started to act differently when you noticed these other people who had interest in Peter. You had a crush on him you admit it.

Never did you plan to tell him and you couldn’t deny your jealousy. Poor thing still wasn’t seeing it.

“What’s your deal with me?”

Gwen has asked humorously. You simply stared before feeling your cheeks her hot. You knew why and were embarrassed. You simply became so much more protective at the notion of Peter being with someone else.

“Nothin..” You would mumble under your breath.

“You like Peter don’t you.”

You certainly didn’t like her teasing, but you couldn’t deny it. You loved Peter and you were protective of him now. After all the pain and suffering he’d been through you’d hate to have him be hurt again.

“Um…” Peter flushed red seeing you beside him with an angry stare on your face.

The assailant being an another girl scurried out.

“What was that?” Peter asked with a quirked smile. He saw you realize what you just did and freaked out. Suddenly you were hundred of steps away from him.

“Nothing!” You practically screeched with a hot face.

Just as the assailant did you ran away, “See you tonight!” You spared nothing and explained nothing to him as you ran away.

Peter blinked.

“Oh she’s down bad.” Another whispered to another.

It was then that you weren’t the only one flushed red and embarrassed.

Jason and Bruce

Before I say anything, I like Jay and find his character interesting, and I dont know all the lore and cannon, so correct me if i get it wrong. Please don't throw hands. Im just rambling 🥲😅

I have two main thoughts on their dynamic, concerning how Jay interacts with Bruce.

Firstly, With what Jason went through, he was always going to come back angry. Which he has every right to be. He suffered a horrific tragedy. But he would always come back angry no matter what Bruce did. If he had killed the joker or not, he'd be angry at Bruce for something. Specifically mad at Bruce, which ill touch on later.

I find Jason tunneling his anger at the point that Bruce didn't avenge his death very interesting. Because everyone and they mama knows Bman doesn't kill. Ever. Like it's his entire shtick. Has he come close or wanted to? Yes. But he never does. So the fact that Jay is attacking that one stance is telling. He is angry and he wants to stay angry, whether he knows that or not. So how does he ensure that he can stay angry at Bruce and not have his father do something to fix his point of anger? He picks the one thing Bruce can't do, take a life.

If it was money or him being legally dead, that's an easy fix. Want out of Gotham? No problem. Anything? Anything else, Bruce can do. But the one line he never has and never will cross? No amount of money or legalities or anything can fix that. An immovable object and a relentless force, forever trapped together.

And the fact that he is mad at Bruce specifically is also telling. Because, not taking lives isn't a specifically Bruce take. But if Jason pulled some of the shit he has on anyone else? That's how lifelong grudges form, feuds that last generations. But he picked Bruce, again whether he realized it or not. Why? Because no matter what he does, what he takes, or who he kills, His father will always forgive him.

Just as much as Bruce's no killing rule is a main facet of his life, Bruces forgiveness is just as if not a bigger part of his identity. If any of his rouges decided one day that they were don't and went to batman for help, he would without hesitation. And who has seen that firsthand more than anyone? His robins. They've watched they're father, no matter how hopelessly, always attempt to drag these people up from the depths of insanity.

Jason will continue to rage at Bruce because he knows he will always forgive his child, no matter how much he weaponizes the one thing Bruce cannot give his son.

i think there's something really wrong with me

Broke: Bruce hits his kids

Woke: Bruce has a rule where if his kids hit him first, they have to spar with him

Bespoke: Bruce always finds a way to turn those “punishment spars” into a full-body pin that turns into a hug and that hug lasts until said batkid stops trembling or yelling and they can talk like normal people again