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skymoral · 5 months

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Bi-Han x wife black reader

Overstimulating bi-Han making come so hard that he passes out

Yesssss! Honey can you imagine, baby just can’t handle what we give him. That is quite a sight to behold, and I’m living for it!🤪

🩵 TEMPTATION 🩵

BI-HAN x B!F WIFE READER

Summary: An overstimulating Bi-Han is the rarest and beautiful moments. That yo ass completely take advantage of

Tags: Teasing, Smut, blowjobs, Top reader, riding, kinky, passion, and HOT

A/N: You in control today friend!😜

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You were in your shared bedroom with your husband Bi-Han, with your daughter in your lap.

On your phone, both of you watching “Bluey”. Eating chips. As you both relaxing, you heard some noise coming from outside the room.

What sounded to be a super frustrated and angry Bi-Han as usual, but you feel as though this is different. You sat your phone down with your daughter, putting your curls into two ponytails.

As you followed the sound of grumbling, which came from the training room. You took a peak inside, your husband was sitting in the middle of the dojo as though he was meditating.

You tied your robe together, slipping inside. Walking gently, “Bi-Han my beloved grandmaster.” You didn’t want to alarm him, by using your charming voice.

Silence.

Now you weren’t creeping anymore. As you were sure he heard you. You then stood behind him, you then brushed your hands against his neck, making him tense.

“Do not do that.”

You finally gained a response from him, but his eyes still closed and still in meditation formation.

You kneeled down behind him, caressing his biceps. Then gently placed a kiss on his neck, earning you a sexy groan.

You made an ‘Oh’ sound, then you quickly got up leaving him alone in the dojo. He was confused but also relieved, he needed to relax his body and mind. And you were the last thing he needed, while in this state.

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“Hey baby, you’ll be staying with uncle Kuai Liang alright. You’ll be with him till tomorrow until daddy feels better okay sweetheart.” You told her as you gave her a kiss on her head, playing with her micro braids.

“Okay! Give daddy hugs and kisses for me!” She bounced. You nodded, giving her sleepover bag for spending the night. You stood up looking at Kaui, who was holding her hands.

“I appreciate you so much Kuai Liang.” You smiled at him.

“It is always my pleasure, and it’s been awhile since I spent some time with my favorite niece.” Kuai Liang threw your daughter in the air, catching her as she giggles.

“But I’m your only niece.” She giggled harder.

“Which makes you the favorite.” He explained to her, before leaving with her in his arms. Your daughter waving bye to you

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There was a few moments of silence, until you started screaming Bi-Han’s name like a maniac from the bedroom.

Bi-Han came busting through the door so fast, you were slightly startled.

“Y/N!” His mask on and hands frozen, ready to kill. He looked around to see no threat, but you.

Asshole smirk, but a cute lingerie. Nipples and pussy exposed. You noticed his hands returned to normal and face flushed.

“W-Wh… Wha-“ You put your finger to his lips shushing him.

“I didn’t mean to startle you grandmaster… I didn’t know no other way to get you to come out and have some alone time.” You whispered in his ear, playing with his mask.

You took it off and put it on yourself, you can feel him getting hard. You pulled him to the bed pushing him down, hands on his chest.

“We’re going to have some fun, my sweet grandmaster.” You said in a deeper tone, because of the mask. Which made it 10x hotter.

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You were enjoying his strong reactions and sensitivity. These were golden opportunities for you, you weren’t gonna stop till gave out.

He was stripped down and hands tied to the bed. Didn’t know how long that’ll last, hopefully a good minute.

You kissed his lips, then down to his neck, chest, and finally your favorite part. You kiss the hardened cock.

“For someone who’s cold blooded, you’re fucking hot right now.”

You then took him all the way in, letting your hair fall loose around him. You heard his restraints move, trying to contain himself.

You were happy you were doing something to him, the man that says he can never get off easily.

You began gagging, swirling your tongue around his member. Getting all the swear words in the book from him, your soft plump lips rubbing against his skin. Was driving him made, you could tell he was going to cum soon.

So you popped off the dick. Making it nice and wet, you sat up to give him a sweet kiss. Which turned into a makeout, as you were trying to position yourself on his dick.

You broke the kiss giving him a sweet innocent smile. Before grabbing his mask again and putting it on, because you seemed to have gotten a rise out of him from that.

You slowly was going down on him, but then you felt him thrust himself fully inside. Making you moan loudly.

You were matching his speed and rhythm bouncing on his dick. The clapping sound from your ass on his pelvis.

Your breast jumping up and down from the speed. “Fuck Bi-Han… YESSSS! I want to drain every ounce of you inside me! F-Fuck, give it to me Grandmaster!”

You saw his restraints turning to ice, he was going to break it. You rose up, his dick. Then slammed back down, pushing him back down. You began riding him faster.

“N-No…N-None o-o-of that Daddy.” You told him in between moans. You were close, you started bouncing up and down on his dick like it was a trampoline.

“Fuck! You’re killing me… I’m about to…” Before Bi-Han could finish his sentence he came inside you. A hot thick stream of cum, which made you hit your breaking point.

Both of you shaking and riding out your orgasm, you were both sweaty. You were panting before you flipped your hair out of your face.

“Now that was amazing, right babe?…Bi-Han?” You looked at him, noticed he was passed out. Smirking behind your mask.

“Damn didn’t know a nigga’s pussy game was that good.”

Sometime later when Bi-Han regained consciousness. You were in for a rude awakening, the aftermath was always a struggle for you. But damn was it worth it.

A/N: I got a bit out of hand sorry 🤭 but for me, I’m doing it with no regret

This is what you were wearing

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64yrsold · 4 months

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WINTERING 5. naughty vs. nice

twelve days of christmas writing prompts by @abiiors wintering masterlist previous (4)

“Hello?” I mumbled, answering my phone in the dark. The curtains were drawn, all the lights in the house were off, and I was on my third cold-medicine induced nap of the day.

“Hey, are you sick?” Matty asked, huffing into the phone.

“Do not come here,” I said sternly, voice hoarse and tired.

“I’m just asking!” He laughed, the sound of traffic in the background of the call.

“Who told you?” I accused, rubbing my swollen eyes.

“Nobody told me anything,” he said.

I sniffled.

“Alright, your mum, but—“

“Why are you talking to my mum,” I groaned, burying my head into my pillow. “We are not together!”

“She phoned me!” He defended, and I could see his hands high in the air. “She said you weren’t picking up your phone.”

“I’m sleeping,” I sighed, “Really, I’m fine. It’s just a cold.”

“Right,” he said, “Christ, you forgot to lock your door again.”

“Fuck, Matty—“

“It’s fine,” he cooed, and hung up the phone. I heard his clunky footsteps in the entrance, and pulled the covers over my head. It was embarrassing to have him see me like this, red-nosed and surrounded by half-finished bottles of Nyquil.

“How are we feeling?” He asked sheepishly, stepping into my dark cave of a room.

“I’m sick,” I reminded him, muffled from under the blankets, “And you’re not allowed to look at me.”

I could hear his smile, “Alright, I won’t look.”

“You should really go,” I insisted, “I’ll make you ill. You’ll miss your plane.”

“That’s not for a while,” he replied, setting something down on my nightstand. I felt his weight on the edge of the bed. I felt like a marble circling the drain, pulled in by him.

“I might puke,” I said, and he laughed again.

“As if I’ve never seen that before.”

I peeked out from the covers, “You need to go.”

He smiled at me, a pretty shape I could barely distinguish in the dark. It seemed more like a memory.

“I brought your soup,” he pointed at a takeout bag on the nightstand.

“I don’t like soup,” I murmured.

“You'll like this one,” he said, and grabbed the corner of my blanket, pulling it down below my chin. “Promise.”

“I should really go back to sleep,” I complained, “The cold medicine makes me all loopy.”

“Just sit up, darling,” he grumbled, then picked me up so I sat upright, my back against the headboard.

“I’m fine,” I blinked, surprised that he had grabbed me and moved me.

He opened the container of soup, stirring it slowly, “You need to be feeling better for tomorrow, you know.”

“I know, I’m trying,” I sighed, a throb pulsing near the back of my head. I wished I could pull him into me, to sleep with my head on his chest, to let him take care of me. His thumb massaging the back of my skull.

“Are you going to your mum’s tomorrow?” He placed the soup in my hands, the steam coming off it making me feverish.

“I want to, since it’s Christmas,” I shrugged, “But it would be horrible of me to get her sick.”

“Ah, she won’t care,” he nudged the spoon into my hand.

“Right,” I rolled my eyes, “If I’m not feeling better, I’ll just stay home.”

“Home alone?” He asked, frowning, “On Christmas Day?”

“Well, hopefully I’ll just be feeling better.”

He took a deep breath, “Can you eat the fucking soup already?”

I giggled, a splitting pain cracking up my face from my laughter. I winced. I watched him pick at his cuticles, trying not to look at me. I took a few spoonfuls of the soup, looking up at him timidly.

“You don’t like it?” He hid a smile, shaking his head as he put the soup back on the nightstand.

“I’m just so nauseous,” I whined, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he shrugged, “More for me.” He picked up the spoon, stirring the soup again.

My mouth opened, “You’re not gonna eat that, right?”

“Hm?” He grunted, then downed a spoonful.

“Matty!” I shrieked, smacking his arm.

“What, what?” He laughed, shying away from me.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” I covered my face with my hands, “You’re going to have this stupid cold tomorrow, and you’re going to be a baby about it, and I’m not taking care of you!”

He didn't seem bothered by the violence in my words.

“Couldn’t let you spend Christmas alone,” he mumbled, looking back to smile at me between bites.

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slowlyhardgoatee · 9 months

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Get your coat, faggot. You’ve pulled.

You’re coming home with me. Ah - I don’t wanna hear it. Whatever it is you were about to say, whatever excuse you’ve got lined up, can it. You ain’t here with friends. You ain’t here with anybody. Bartender says you’ve been here alone since opening time, boy, and I’ve been propping up the bar for a good few hours now, watching you prancing around in that mankini or whatever it’s called. I’ve seen you hanging around outside the darkroom and the toilets with that cute little ‘fuck me’ look on your face, looking hopefully at every single daddy bear who walks past.

Well it’s just about closing time. I’ve got a good drunk on already, but I know there’s a six pack of Bud in my fridge at home, and I’m gonna enjoy them all nice and slowly. And while I’m enjoying them, you’re gonna be on your knees between my legs, boy, keeping my cock good and wet. And I’m a slow drinker, faggot. I can make one beer last a good hour. You understand what I’m saying, boy? Thought so.

Before we go anywhere, I’m gonna have to check out what I’m gonna be fucking later. Bend over my knee, son. Fuck yeah, good boy. Nice tight twink hole you got there. Feel my big middle finger sliding inside you? Yeah? That’s just a taste. Wait until you feel my cock up there. I’m gonna fucking ruin that cunt later on, faggot.

Yeah, you fucking moan, boy. Boys who moan get spanked in public.

One… two… three… four… five…hmmm. Your butt cheeks aren’t red enough, boy. Guess it’ll have to be my belt when we get back to mine. Like the sound of that, faggot? Being tied to the bed face down while Sir gives you a good hiding with his fucking belt? Yeeeeeah, you dirty little slut. Your cock just got rock hard, boy. Pity for you that we’ll be entirely ignoring it for the duration of the session. In fact, when you’re sucking me I’m gonna have my booted foot rested on top of your cock and balls, boy, and if I think you’re even thinking about touching yourself down there, I’ll be stamping on them. Hard. This six-hour suck session you’re about to give me is entirely to do with you mindlessly servicing my cock and my balls. As far as you’re concerned, boy, you don’t even exist below the waist.

Get on your knees for me, boy. Nuzzle and lick my crotch for me while I finish my drink before we go. That’s a good cunt.

Now, if you’re a good lad, after I’ve drunk all the beers, as I said before I’ll tie you face down to the bed and give you a good fucking flogging with my belt. Which, incidentally, you will beg for. Then I’ll reward you with a good, hard, bareback rape. And you’d better believe I’ll be breeding that cunt, boy. Again, at no point during this will you even think about touching yourself. Then I’ll drop you back here at opening time tomorrow, good and used.

If you’re not a good lad, or if you don’t do as you’re told at any point, I’ll still be doing everything I’ve just described, but when I’ve finished I’ll be selling you to a slave training camp. There, you’ll have your cock locked up, you’ll have a shock collar put on you, you’ll have your teeth pulled out, and you’ll be forced to suck fat old men’s cocks and have your throat used as a fucking urinal, boy. And that’s before they auction you off to the highest bidder. So think very carefully before you disobey me.

Now, stand up. Good boy. Go and get your coat, faggot. You’ve pulled.

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mvltisstuff · 10 months

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i got you babe - j.h.k

summary: y/n worked the hardest she ever has on this new project, and she thinks jonah can’t make it to her premiere.

jonah hauer king x reader

a/n: I DID IT GUYS TAKE IT AND GO.

this movie had been the best, and also the most exhausting film y/n has ever acted in. she was working with one of the most important directors in a thriller movie. she knew the filming would take a toll, it required her to almost turn into her character, also carrying disturbing plot moments. she also knew this movie was the movie for her. the promotion was booming across the countries for her and it would likely be nominated for several awards due to the script and production.

she had invited everyone to the premiere. her best friends, her family, her boyfriends family, even her boyfriends cast mates. jonah was the most important person in her life. his career was finally starting to skyrocket. he filmed the little mermaid while y/n was also filming, and both of them were at a complete peak in their career. jonah had held her hand at every red carpet, and she held jonah’s on his. everything the other one did was only brought up with praise from the other.

the couple was laying in their bed on their sides, their legs tangled together as they admired the others features. y/n ran her hand through jonah’s soft hair, and his finger was gliding across her cheekbones. “you feeling ok about the premiere tomorrow?”

“i’m just gonna get it over with. i really wish you could be there,” y/n speaks softly in response.

“i know, darling,” he replies, sadly. “i would give anything to be there with you. you put blood, sweat, and tears into this movie and i so badly want to be there holding your hand. i’m so, so sorry love.”

“it’s alright, jonah,” y/n smiles to hopefully release some of his pity. “when it’s over, i’m coming right back home to you.”

she leaves a quick kiss on his lips, and jonah is unsatisfied. so, he leans in, deepening the kiss and rolling her on top of him. “i like the sound of that,” he says, his sweet accent swimming through his words.

y/n stepped onto the red carpet and was confronted with camera flashes and yells for her name. she could barely see a foot in front of her, immediately getting overwhelmed by the bright white lights poisoning her eyes. the release of the movie had already been stressful enough, she didn’t need more people screaming to get her attention.

the only person she wanted was jonah. he knew every single way to calm her down and whatever she needed to feel better. she knew the same for him, and she just wished he was here to help her. she just wants to feel his presence, his touch. however, jonah wasn’t there this time, and she had to help herself. so, she forced herself through to the end of the carpet, showing off her dress and putting on a fake beam for the photos that she’d probably see on twitter later.

she hid behind the large wall that concealed her from the photographers. she ran her hand over her hair, trying not to mess it up but desperately needing some pressure off of her. she figured she could have at least a minute alone with her thoughts, but her assistant had walked over to her again. “y/n! there’s someone here to see you, they’re being sent in now. they’ve requested for you.”

y/n sighs. it’s just more press or another interviewer to ask the same questions. she doesn’t want to sound ungrateful. the life she’s been given is beyond fulfilling, and she would never want to take it for granted. but right now, she just wants the arms of her boyfriend to hold her.

she walks around the carpet with blurry vision, trying to contain her tears to maintain her perfect makeup. she fans her eyes, dropping the fake smile and following her assistant to the person who suggested a meeting with her. the second she sees the tall man in front of her, she just wants to fly into his arms. so, she walks over to jonah faster and he starts walking too. he meets her halfway, letting her lean into him and allowing him to take some of the pressure.

“it’s ok, you’re alright,” he reassures, placing his hand on the back of her head as her face is buried into his chest. “i’m here, love.”

“how did you get here?” y/n asks, confused but relieved.

“i managed to move some things around. the producer told me you weren’t yourself, so i knew i had to be here. you’re forever my priority, y/n.”

“i love you so much,” she speaks, pulling away from him and kissing his cheek. “thank you, truly.”

“i wouldn’t chose to be anywhere but with you.”

“y/n!” the voice of her manager rolled in. “let’s start getting back out there.”

“can you come with me?” y/n asks, hoping jonah can hold her hand on the carpet.

“of course, darling,” he says, and they walk out together as y/n’s worries start to disintegrate with his touch.

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brienneoftarth1989 · 11 months

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Yes Captain part 2 NSFW

Captain Phasma x fem reader

Previous / Next / Series

Summary: - you try to make your way back to your room but are struggling. You bump into your friend again who asks about your session. Phasma goes back to her room and pleasures herself.

Warnings: masturbation, fake cock, vibrator, squirting

Requests open

Guys I’m so sorry! I didn’t realise I had only posted half the story. I write my stories in a separate document and then copy and past it here! So here it’s is again with the whole story!

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After Phasma left you in the shower block you had no idea what to do. What even just happened? You were trying to process everything that just happened in the last hour and a half and nothing was adding up. Why did Phasma even want to fuck you? Did she like you the same way you liked her? Either way you didn’t want whatever this was between the two of you to stop.

You managed to waddle out of the shower but your legs felt like jelly so immediately you collapsed onto the bench in the middle of the changing room. Jesus christ what has this woman done to you? You slowly got dressed, drying yourself, before grabbing your stuff to head back to your room.

You sat down on the bench once you were fully dressed and wondered how long you would be sitting there before you felt comfortable to move again. After 10 minutes you decided to finally try to stand up and head back to your room. As you stood you felt your legs start to wobble so you quickly grabbed the bench again. Once you felt the strength return to your body you started the walk back to your quarters.

You slowly made your way there trying your best to walk as normal as possible but that was proving much harder than it looked. As you were making your way back you happened to bump into your friend that you had spoken to earlier before training started. “Sooo how was it?” he asked you. You froze in place. Did he know what happened? “Ummm what do you mean ‘how was it’?” you questioned trying your best not to look guilty.

“You're training you idiot. Well it can’t have been that bad if you didn’t even know what I was going on about. How did you manage to get Captain in a better mood anyway? I couldn’t get anything out of her when I did my training and she definitely showed how pissed off she was” he chuckled slightly trying to get the information out of you.

“Oh training, yeah it was alright. She was definitely in some kind of mood but she seemed alright with me. Might have been because I just got on with what she asked of me” you laughed slightly because deep down you knew what the real truth was. “Well I just hope that she is in a better mood tomorrow because I can’t be dealing with it again for a second day of training” he sighed. “Yeah, hopefully. Well anyway I’m gonna get going, I’m pretty tired and need to get some rest” you said trying your best to wrap up the conversation.

“No worries y/n, you do always seem to be on the later training sessions. Well I will see you around” he said walking off in the opposite direction as you waddled back to your room. Once you were there you turned on your light before walking into the room. You decide to get straight to bed because you were going to need all the energy you had for tomorrow.

While you were trying to recover from what Phasma had done to you she was happily doing her own things to herself. She had been too focused on making you cum that she forget to cum as well and now here she is left feeling horny as fuck and you’re not here to resolve that issue.

As soon as she walked through the doors of her quarters the door locked and she immediately stripped off all her clothes. She was far too hot and these clothes weren’t helping. She could feel the throbbing between her legs get worse and worse and all she could think about was making herself cum to the thought of you over and over again.

She made her way to her bedroom opening up her bedside drawer to reveal a selection of toys that she could use on herself. There laid neatly was a black and red dildo, a vibrator and a bottle of lube. The naughty things she was thinking about at that moment were insane. If people were able to read minds she wouldn’t want anyone reading her’s.

Phasma grabbed everything she wanted out of her drawer, chucking it onto the bed ready for her to use. She then crawled onto the bed letting herself spread out in the centre of it. She let her hand travel down her body as she traced patterns with the tips of her fingers making her body shiver under her own touch. She let her hand travel down to the ache in her core, sliding a finger between her wet folds.

Phamsa moaned at her own touch as she felt her fingers run through her folds, collecting the wetness on the tips of her fingers. Slowly she pushed two fingers deep into her dripping core with her long slender fingers. She moaned at the sudden fullness before slowly starting to increase her movements. As she increased the pace in which she pumped her fingers she slowly started to circle her clit with her other hand.

She started to buck her hips into her own hand as she felt herself getting closer and closer to cumming. She was so close as she felt her legs try to close around her hands. She was so sensitive and was struggling to keep her legs open. How desperate she was to have you here so you could force her legs to stay open. She could feel herself getting closer as her legs started to shake at the pleasure she was creating.

“Yes! Right there y/n! Don’t stop! Make daddy cum” she moaned as she finally tipped herself over the edge as she continued to scream your name. She slowly started to decrease her pace in which she was fucking herself before slowly removing her fingers from her cunt. Her fingers instantly went to her mouth so she could suck the cum off her own fingers as she imagined it was you instead of her.

She laid there spread out on the bed as she enjoyed her post orgasm bliss but as she laid there she felt the same sensation coming straight back. Fuck sake she thought to herself. She just made herself cum and her body still wanted more. She looked at the two toys she had in front of her and decided to use the vibrator on her throbbing clit.

She always managed to get an intense orgasm out of her vibrator so decided that it was the right choice. She spread her legs once again as she turned the vibrator on the lowest setting. She placed the toy on her clit and immediately felt her toes curl. She was still so sensitive from the first orgasm.

Once she had adjusted the strength of the vibrator she slowly started to increase the speed of the vibrations which caused her to start moaning at the sudden powerful sensation that was focused purely on her clit. She laid back and enjoyed the feeling of the vibrating and pulsating that she could feel of her clit.

As she laid there in pure ecstasy she imagined you being there with her holding the vibrator to her core, teasing her with the pleasure she was receiving, demanding you to stop being a tease and actually letting her cum from the pleasure. Yes Phasma was dominant in bed but she has never been opposed to being slightly submissive as long as she still has the power.

She felt herself getting closer and closer, her legs once again starting to shake again as she felt the wave of her orgasm take over once again. “Fuck! Yes right there y/n! Make daddy cum! You’re such a good girl” she screamed as the orgasm took over her body. She immediately took the vibrator away from her clit as soon as she came down from her high, laying spread out on the bed once again.

As she came down from her high she felt like she was all done for the evening leaving her body satisfied but boy was she still wrong. “Fuck this shit” she groaned as she grabbed the dildo and coated it with lube. She lined it up to her entrance before slowly pushing the cock into her moaning at the sudden fullness she felt.

“Fuck” she groaned as she slowly started to increase the speed in which she fucked herself. This felt so good she thought to herself as she continued to fuck herself imaging you with a strap-on doing it to her instead. This felt so wrong but yet it felt so right. This is where she wanted to spend the rest of her life. In total bliss being pleasured by you.

Oh what it would be like if you were actually there fucking her instead of her having to fuck herself. She continued to pump the toy in and out of her getting closer once again. She started to clench around the toy and as she came on the toy she ended up squirting and making a mess everywhere.

Fuck she had never made herself squirt let alone to the thought of anyone. She cleaned herself up and changed the sheets before laying back on the bed. With her body finally feeling satisfied she curled up in bed and drifted off to sleep. You were going to be the death of her.

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grippingbeskar · 2 years

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💃, 5, Din djarin please and thank you <3 (did I do this right?)

— ah!! i love this one. it’s a very popular request so i’m gonna have to eventually get a bit creative but hopefully this one does it justice! thank you so much :)

— prompt:

💃 5. mm. you’re warm.

— warnings: swearing, reader is a bit drunk, mention of vomiting

[grippingbeskar’s night out 2k celebration!]

“Mandooooooo.” You all but wail into the empty space of the Razor Crest. You don’t see him straight away, but you hear his boots clanking down the ladder soon enough, and then his giant frame appears, staring down at you. Stars— he was really, really big. Huge. “You are huge.”

“You are drunk.” He counters, and you swear the ink black of his visor squints at you, accusing.

“We don’t all have the stomach of a Mandalorian.” He shakes his head, taking a step towards you.

“You didn’t tell me where you were going.” The modulator accuses, and your drunken brain goes all fuzzy and loopy when he gets a little closer, the metallic smell of him having you grinning wide.

“As if you couldn’t find me if you wanted to.” You roll your eyes, and one of your hands lands on his chest, half steadying yourself and half indulging your darkest desires with the ally of the burning spirits you devoured on this backwater off world planet. “I was almost waiting for you to show up.”

You had been travelling with the Mandalorian for months, and had done little else but fix up his ship where possible, and take care of the kid where you could. Spending so much time around someone like him— you couldn’t help but notice a few things about him. The first, that he was an incredible tracker.

There wasn’t a place in the world that someone could hide from him, so you knew when he didn’t show up to the cantina you were busying yourself at, it was a choice.

“You wanted me to find you?” His helmet tilts slightly, arms still straight at his sides.

“Course I did. You make everything more fun-citing.” You hiccup, confusing yourself with whatever word you just formed.

“Fun…citing?” You laugh, the mash of words sound even more ridiculous coming from his measured tone.

“See?! Everything’s better when you’re around. Even being drunk.” You still have your hand on his chest, and your greatful for it when you trip on your own feet and slam into him, two gloved hands coming to your waist, helping you upright. You hadn’t even realised you’d backed him up onto a wall until you’d lifted your head. And that he’d let you. “Sorry. Losing my balance.”

“It’s okay.” You know he’d easily push you away if he wanted. He doesn’t, gloved hands still holding your hips, almost encouraging you to stay this close.

“Can you get drunk?” His helmet tilts again, and your still grinning, staring at your reflection in his visor. “Like, are you a life-form that can drink? Get drunk? Or is that just a humanoid thing?”

“I can. Maybe it’s a humanoid thing.” So, he is like you. “Human enough to know that your head is going to be pounding tomorrow.”

“Boo. No fun.” You slur, leaning your face into the crook of his neck. You feel him stiffen, only for a second, but then his arm wraps around your back, and he lifts you into the air. Your legs wrap around him on instinct, and your arms thread around his neck.

“Let’s get you to bed.” He says softly, carrying you up the ladder. Your heart was slamming in your chest, nothing to do with the alcohol and everything to do with how close he was, and how easily he was carrying you. Did you weigh nothing to this man?

“I don’t wanna sleep.” You complain, afraid he was going to dump you in bed and leave. The only thing your inebriated brain can focus on is him. He makes everything clearer. At least a little. “Wanna stay with you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do. Don’t tell me what to do, Mando.” You pull yourself away from his neck and lean backwards. A little too much, because he has to lean forward to catch you, making sure you don’t throw yourself to the ground.

“You’re drunk.” He says, walking through the small room on the side of the Crest that holds your bed.

“So you told me. Still. Wanna be with you all the time, even when I’m not.” He sits you down on the bed, and stands, watching you carefully.

“Are you gonna be sick?” He asks, bringing over a bucket to the side of your bed. You scoff, kicking it back at him.

“No. Do I have to be sick to get you to stay with me? Cause I can be, if you go and get me a couple more shots of that blue stuff they were serving…”

“Okay. I’ll stay. Lay down.” You do as he says, and he just stands there, looking over you, clearly having no idea what to do. You almost feel a little bad, but your mouth has no filter right now, and you can’t stick on one thought too long even if you tried.

“Do you not want to?” You shuffle over, making room for him if he does. He stands in silence for a while, contemplating answering your question.

“I want to.” It’s almost painful, the way he says it, like he’s been holding onto the three little words for so long they’ve become apart of him. Fused, in some way, and only you could pull it out of him. “I want to when your sober.”

“Just… just lay down.” His confession throws you off. He…wants to? Of course, you were completely into him form the moment you were locked away on the Crest together, circumstances throwing you two together for the past few months. But the very idea that he might feel the same? You hardly entertained it, it was so far off.

“Okay.” He moves then, fully armoured, laying beside you. He isn’t as stiff once he’s next to you, his arm thrown around your shoulder allowing you to wrap yourself around his side. The bed was too small for the two of you, so it should be uncomfortable, but having him like this is the most comfortable thing in the galaxy. “Is…is this okay?”

“You tell me.” You say louder than necessary, and then you laugh at how loud you are. You feel him move under you, and the soft sounds coming from his helmet let you know he’s laughing too.

“Yes. This is…good.” There aren’t any blankets on the bed you can get to with Mando laying across them, but it just gives you an excuse to use him. You’d think the beskar armour would be freezing cold, but he just radiates a warmth you can’t justify. “Are you cold?”

“Mm. You’re warm, though.” He wraps you closer, and you link onto him like a bear, your leg over his lower stomach with his arms hugging you tight. “Thank-you.”

“Mayen gar copaanir, mesh’la.” He says in what you think must be Mando’a. The words flow so beautifully, even though you don’t know what they mean, and it relaxes you so much that your eyes close, and you slowly drift to sleep, but not before you exchange one more set of words, your drunk brain not quite finished with him.

“Will you stay like this again?” You mumble into his chest, and he takes a deep breath. Then, one of his hands brush your cheek. Warmth— human warmth, his bare hand on your skin. If you weren’t about to pass out, you would of reacted, but you can’t fight the sleep any longer. “When I’m not drunk?”

“Ask me again tomorrow.”

[mando’a translation: anything for you, beautiful]

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e-dubbc11 · 1 year

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Hey! I’m new to the daredevil fandom and have been loooooving your Matt fics <3

I saw a few fics where reader taking care of a sick and stubborn Matt, they are so fluffy and cute🥹 Would you write one that the roles are reversed, and it’s Matt being super patience and tender, taking care of a sick and stubborn reader? Thanks💕💕

Hello my lovely! Thank you for sending in this ask! I’m gonna be honest, this was harder than I thought it was going to be. Either that or I’m just kinda sucking at the moment 🤣 I hope I did justice to your ask and since it took me so long to do, I tried to make up for it with a moodboard. I’m so sorry it took me so long.

Best Laid Plans

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F! Reader

Warnings: Pure fluff, Matt taking care of a sick reader

Word Count: 2.4K-ish

“What about this one?” Your friend asked, holding up a black cocktail dress.

You and your friend had been out shopping for hours it seemed like, trying to find the perfect dress to wear to your anniversary dinner with Matt.

Looking up from the rack of dresses you were going through, you glanced at the one she was holding up. It was a beautiful sheath dress, sheer mesh at the neck and shoulders and dipped down in a V-shape on the back. The dress was very vintage inspired, with short sleeves and it hit right at the knees. It was perfect.

“Get out here, lemme see it on you!” You friend shouted from outside the dressing room door.

You opened the door and stepped out in front of the three way mirror. A wide smile spread across your face as you turned in one direction and then the other to get the full effect. The dress fit perfectly and it made you feel really beautiful. The dress wasn’t for Matt, it was for you.

“I really like it!” You exclaimed looking at your friend in the reflection of the mirror. She was smiling right back at you because you had been on the hunt for a while now to find a dress for your special night out.

Your friend clapped her hands together and with a smile said “Well I think you found what you’ve been looking for! Well, technically I found it.” She chuckled a little. “But you look so pretty and you’re gonna have an amazing time.”

You turned around and gave her a big hug. “Thank you! Now let’s go find new shoes!”

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Matt wasn’t a really fancy restaurant kinda guy. He was more of a Thai food take out, eat it with a plastic fork kinda guy but he loved you and wanted your anniversary dinner to be special.

So the reservations were made, your dress was freshly steamed, accessories were picked out, and you also bought new shoes. Everything was all ready to go, you just had to wait a few more days.

Before going to bed the night before your big date, you were feeling a little nauseous and chills ran up and down your spine and not in the good way. “It’s probably just nerves.” You said to yourself as you curled up in bed to read your book.

Your phone started buzzing, Matt’s smiling face staring at you along with his name flashed across the screen, it always put a smile on your face seeing that.

“Hi Matty.” You answered.

“Hey sweetheart. I didn’t wake you, did I?” He asked in his low gravelly voice, almost at a whisper.

“No, no you didn’t wake me. I was just getting ready to do some reading. Are you heading out soon?” You asked.

You knew Matt’s secret, of course you did. He could only hide it from you for so long, the bruises, the cuts, the stitches. There’s no way he fell down the stairs THAT often.

“Yeah, I am but I just wanted to say goodnight and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.” He said.

“I’m excited to see you too, Matty. Goodnight.”

You could tell he was smiling on the other end. “Goodnight, angel. I love you.”

“I love you too.” And you hung up.

That nauseous feeling still sat in the pit of your stomach, it kept turning and turning like a washing machine. Why is this happening now? Hopefully you’ll feel better tomorrow.

By the time the sun came up the next day, you had lost count of how many times you threw the blankets on and off of your body during the night.

The sweat on the back of your neck had made your hair wet and your t-shirt was soaked through. In between fever dreams, you had hugged the toilet bowl a couple of times, as well. You were sick.

And now you had to tell Matt that all of your plans were ruined because there was no way you were going to be well enough to go out to dinner later, you could barely stand up.

He picked up on the second ring. “Good morning, sweetheart. Happy anniversary.”

“Matty…” Your voice was raspy, your throat was dry and it hurt to speak.

“Y/n, are you ok? You sound terrible.” His voice was full of concern.

“Matty—I—I am so sorry but I’m sick and I’m not going to be able to go out tonight. I feel terrible.” You said with a slight whine in your voice.

Matt played back your relationship in the past year and he couldn’t recall a single time where you had been THAT sick before. A headache here and there, a slight cold a couple of times but never like this.

“Well let me come take care of you, sweetheart.” He said.

You really didn’t want him to catch what you have in case you were contagious so you insisted he stay away. “No, no Matty don’t do that. I don’t want you to catch what I have.”

“Well I’m coming over now, you can’t stop me.” He had a stern tone to his voice.

But you had a response of your own. “Well, I’m not letting you in then.”

“I have an extra key, angel. Nice try.” Even though you couldn’t see him, you could tell he had that devilish smirk on his face.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Murdock. I know you’re doing it!”

He let out a little chuckle. “Awwww, does someone get angry when they’re sick?”

“Very funny, Matthew. You don’t really know where a lot of stuff is in my apartment, how are you gonna take care of me?” You thought maybe you had him there.

Matt had thought of that. “I’ll just bring stuff from my apartment, it’s all labeled so I know what’s what. I’m sure I’ll manage to find the other things I need for you.”

Damn. You really didn’t have an excuse for him NOT to come over now.

“You win, Murdock.” You said with a defeated tone to your voice. “I’ll unlock the door, just come in when you get here.”

“I’ll bring the key anyway, you may ‘conveniently forget’ to unlock it.” He said.

Your mouth dropped, but he wasn’t wrong. “I resent that, Matthew!”

The laugh that escaped his lips was pure. “Ok, ok—just stay in bed, I’ll be over in a little bit.”

Even though Matt was blind, you still felt the need to clean up your apartment a little before he came over. You made sure there wasn’t anything on the floor that he could step on or trip over and you had just finished cleaning up when he walked through the door, a bag of supplies in one hand and his cane in the other.

“I can feel the heat coming off of your body from here, sweetheart. What are you doing out of bed?” He asked, setting the bag down then folding his cane to put it away.

You needed a quick answer so you just blurted out “Uh, I JUST got up to make some tea, Matty.”

You tried to sound convincing but Matt knew you were lying. The spike in your heart beat gave away your lie and your pulse was already racing from the running around you were doing to put stuff away before he came over.

“Oh really? Do you always breathe that heavily when you JUST get up to make tea?” He asked sarcastically.

Busted.

“Maybe I do.” You answered his sarcasm with some sass of your own.

Matt shook his head and licked his lips. “Y/n.”

He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and put his hands on his hips. The way he said your name had a similar tone to the way he spoke during his court speeches (he practiced on you sometimes.) It sounded stern and slightly aggravated. “Do I physically have to put you in bed?”

“I mean, I won’t say no to that.” You said with a wide grin.

Matt smiled, showing off that cute little dimple of his. “Oh you’re gonna give me a hard time today, aren’t you angel.”

And you did give him a hard time, not on purpose but the fever caused you to act a little strange. There were times you were hot and times where you felt cold and Matt would have to physically fight you to put the blanket on or take it off.

It was difficult to get comfortable, your pillow wasn’t cool enough, the toast he made for you was a LITTLE too well done for your taste so you only ate a little of it, and drank only half of the tea he brought you.

“Sweetheart, you need to stay hydrated. Can you please finish your tea?” He begged.

You were pouting. “But I don’t wanna finish my tea—I want something else.” You told him, almost as if you were throwing a slight temper tantrum.

The frustration was plastered all over Matt’s face, the way he pressed his lips together and removed his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. He was trying to be patient with you but his patience was wearing very thin.

“Ok, well what do you want then?” He asked, his arms slung down by his sides.

You started to get out of bed again. “There’s Gatorade in the fridge, I’ll just go get it.”

“What did I tell you about staying in bed?” He held up a hand to try and stop you from leaving the room.

“Thaaaaaat you’ll physically put me there if I keep getting up?” You said with a sly smile on your face.

“I can tell you’re smiling, y/n. This isn’t funny. You’re not going to get better if you don’t get some rest.” His voice had a serious tone to it. “Why are you giving me such a hard time, sweetheart? I just want to help you get better.”

Maybe you had been giving Matt a hard time, maybe you were taking your frustration out on him because your anniversary dinner was ruined because of you, through no fault of your own but you still felt bad. You felt guilty for him having to take care of you, a grown adult acting like a toddler.

“I’m sorry, Matty. I guess I’m mad because instead of enjoying our anniversary dinner, you’re stuck taking care your sick girlfriend.” You confessed as you climbed back into bed.

Matt’s expression changed, it was softer, more understanding as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Y/n, this is the longest relationship I’ve ever had. I’ve made it through a whole year without messing things up and I think it’s only because YOU are so understanding. This past year has taught me that I can make my city safer AND be happy at the same time.”

It wasn’t easy juggling a law office, a girlfriend, and being the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. The two of you have had more than a few fights about his extracurricular activities but at the end of the day the person that understood you the best was Matt and the person that understood him the best was you.

Tears welled up in your eyes. “You always know exactly what to say, don’t you Matthew.”

Matt let out a little chuckle. “Well, maybe not always.” He reached out to touch your forehead. “You’re not as warm as you were earlier. Maybe your fever broke. I’ll go get the thermometer.”

You watched as Matt got up to retrieve the thermometer from the other room and it was hard not to smile. Who knows if you were contagious and yet he rushed over to take care of you anyway, to make you feel better, and to make sure you weren’t alone.

It didn’t matter to him that you weren’t going to be able to go out tonight. What he cared about the most was you getting better and it’s one of the things you love the most about Matt. He really does care a lot about the people in his life, so much in fact he thinks he needs to push them away in order to keep them safe.

He couldn’t push you away though, and it’s not like he didn’t try to early on. You pushed back, didn’t let up, and the two of you were able to work through it.

He came back to the bedroom with the thermometer and the Gatorade that was in the fridge. “I think that’s the Gatorade.” He said, handing it to you. “Alright, sweetheart. Under the tongue, come on.”

Matt placed the thermometer in your mouth and you both waited. When it beeped, you took it out to read it.

“Tell me what it says y/n and don’t even think about lying to me because I’ll know.” He said with a sharp tone.

You rolled your eyes a little before telling him. “Yeah, yeah I know, Matty, you’re a human lie detector, I’ve already lost that game today. It says…99.4”

Taking the thermometer from you and placing it on the nightstand, he smiled at you and he knew you were smiling back. He leaned in to kiss you on the forehead and said “Do you think you could take a little nap for me? Maybe that will help bring your temperature back to normal.”

You curled up under the blankets and Matt gently brushed the hair away from your face. His fingers ghosted your forehead down your cheek before stopping to rest on your arm.

He gave you a warm smile but his eyes were tired and you knew it was because of you his energy was depleted. You put him through the ringer today with your antics but he never left.

“I think I can do that for you, handsome.” You paused. “Will you stay with me though?” You asked.

“Of course I will, angel. And we’ll do a make-up anniversary dinner next week, ok?” He said as he climbed into bed next to you.

“You got yourself a date, Murdock.” You said, resting your head on his chest. “Thank you for taking care of me today, I know I didn’t make it easy for you.”

He inhaled sharply and let out a long exhale. “No, you sure didn’t, y/n.”

“Can I make it up to you?” You asked.

Matt kissed the top of your head and pondered for a minute before finally saying “Yes sweetheart…you can go…to…sleep.”

Smiling into his chest, you closed your eyes, and whispered “Happy anniversary, Matty.”

“Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”

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p3ndeja6 · 1 year

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summary: Benny gets jealous that boys like to flirt with y/n and y/n makes sure that he doesn’t feel that way

Content tags: sarcasm, jealousy,a bit of yelling/arguing, make out sesh, fluff at the end

- benny w. x reader

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"Ethan! I just can’t stand it anymore!" Benny hated how boys would make heart eyes at you, to even snicker comments about your body. He hated how all these boys were savoring his girl.

“ oh cmon Benny, just tell her how you feel, communicate!”

“Ethan … it’s not that simple”, he paced around Ethan’s room thinking about ways to come up with courage to talk about how he feels and wishes you could comfort him to let him know that he’s the only boy in your world

He plops down on the bed and grabs a pillow to scream into it. Giving him some sense of relief. looks up at the ceiling trying to put his thoughts and feelings into words.

“Look Benny don’t sweat it, y/n loves you a lot to do anything to jeopardize your guy’s relationship, you need to trust her and talk to her about it"

“When did you become the love expert? you can’t even talk to Sarah without mixing your words up”

“ I can talk to her !….. just not to ask her out”

“Yeah that’s what I thought”

“Look I’m gonna go home and hopefully sleep it off, I’ll see you tomorrow” Benny walks out, saying his goodbyes to Mr and Mrs Morgan. As Benny is walking home he simply can’t get rid of this itching insecurity that he has.

What if y/n eventually finds someone better than him and she leaves him, or she realizes she can have someone much better. These thoughts ran like crazy in benny’s head.

As he got home, he decided he needed a cold shower to fully relax his body and mind. He did his night routine of playing video games and watching tv. He finally settled in and drifted of to sleep.

-; ✧˖*°࿐

The next morning Benny woke up and dressed up in his dorky clothing and got ready for school, he met up with Ethan

“Hey dude did you sleep well last night?”

“Sorta, I just feel this insecurity that’s she’ll leave me”

as he was saying that, you started to go up to your boyfriend and his friend. While doing so, boys would wolf whistle at you, you enjoyed the attention but all you cared about was the attention of your man. all you did was smile, laugh, and throw in a small hair flip as you walked down the hall. Benny saw this and was already agitated.

“Hey pretty boy, how are you this lovely morning” you asked

“oh it’s been so lovely indeed y/n!” he gestured his hands like a magical princess

“oh? what’s wrong, why are you being like that?” “Being like what? I’m being myself y/n, can’t I not?”

Ethan at this point started to back away slowly, trying to avoid whatever is about to explode at any moment

“woahhh benny, why are you acting like a douche right now? Did I do something wrong? do you wanna talk about it?” You tried not losing your cool

he sighed obnoxiously, “no y/n, I don’t want to talk about it, look I’m going to be late, I’ll see you later” he walked away leaving you annoyed, upset, and confused

“What the fuck?”

-; ✧˖*°࿐

school ended and you wanted to look for Benny in hopes to fix things with him, whatever you think you did, try to fix. you wandered the halls until you bumped into Ethan and Sarah

“Hey guys have you seen Benny, I can’t find him and I just want to talk to him about this morning”

“yeah we just saw him, he just left, he said he was going home.” Ethan said while giving a sympathetic smile

“oh.. well I’m going to catch up to him, thanks guys”

“Of course y/n”

-; ✧˖*°࿐

you got to Benny’s and knocked on his door

knock knock knock

the door opened and it was his grandma

“ hey mrs. weir!, is Benny home?”

“yes he just got home, he seemed a bit upset, hopefully you can help!”

“I wish I can too”

you walked up the stairs to his room and softly knocked on his door, slightly leaning your head towards the door in hopes to hear some noise

“grandma go away, I dont want to talk”

you opened the door slowly, “uh no, it’s me.. I came here to talk”

“I dont”

You were at this point were done, you sat next to him “look I do, I want to know what’s wrong and why you are taking it out on me?” “look y/n-”

“ no Benny, what’s the matter, why can’t you talk to me? I’m trying here and I want to help you because I’m your girlfriend and I’m sorry if I did something, if I’m too bus-“ “THATS IT!”

you stopped talking, shocked at his response

“Because you’re my girlfriend” “what’s that have to do with anything?”

“Y/n you are so perfect and beautiful and smart, all the boys are DYING to have you and be with you, and it makes me feel so bad that these guys can take you away from me, I’m such a loser.. you deserve a guy who meets to your standards.. not like a guy like me,..”

you sighed, caressing his cheek in regards of him looking at you, “benny.. that’s why?” He nodded his head, “benny, you are the only guy for me, I want you.. not those other guys, you are so much better than those jerkoffs, you are smart, funny, and so much more better looking, that’s why I call you my pretty boy”

You slowly get closer to him and continue caressing him, “ I wouldn’t want it any other way bens” he finally looked up at you with watery eyes..

“I love you benny, don’t forget that”

he got even closer, “I love you too”

You two were so close to each other you can feel each others breaths, the tension was there.

You decided to close the gap

you passionately kissed each other while bennys hands started exploring your back, you move your hands to his hair and lightly tug on it receiving little whimpers from him, you lick onto his bottom lip asking for dominance, a bit a of a hassle since he wasn’t giving in but eventually did

This continued on until his grandma opened the door

“I brought some sandwiches in case you guys are- OH MY-“

“GRANDMA!”

you laughed at him and hugged him, enjoying these moment with him

-; ✧˖*°࿐

#bennywier #my babysitters a vampire x reader #x reader #ethan morgan #mbav x reader #fanfics #smut #fandom #my babysitter's a vampire

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kiss-inthekitchen · 2 years

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attuned to you | tasm!peter parker

summary: when Peter’s busy and you’re having a bad day, you try to just deal with it on your own. somehow, Peter finds out anyway

wc:1.5k

a/n: mentions of anxiety, reader having a funky lil depression moment. i don’t think it’s anything too intense but we’re all different so ya know. just be careful. it does get fluffy pretty quick too.

finally got the energy to get back into my abandoned wip’s so here u go besties <3

It had been a hell of a Tuesday.

And for no reason in particular. It was your day off, no responsibilities to tend to, no work to do. You could’ve gone out, but your friends were all busy and it made you anxious to go out alone. On a good day, you could handle it, but today your anxiety simmered in the background even as you sat in the safety of your room, so you decided to just have a chill day at home.

It wasn’t so bad, until it got dark out. You probably should’ve gone outside for a little while at least, just to break up the day. But it was too late now.

The further the sun set, the worse you felt. You hadn’t gotten anything done– not that you even needed to, but somehow that felt like a failing of yours– and now that it was dark you definitely weren’t going anywhere by yourself.

You checked the time on your phone. Still at least four hours until the time you usually fall asleep. More time you’d have to waste. Which was all you’d done today, waste your own time.

You dropped your head into your hands, trying to cut off that train of thought. You couldn’t change that now, anyway. There was no point dwelling on it.

Honestly, you just wanted to see Peter. But he was out patrolling after a full day of classes, and you didn’t love the idea of calling him to make you feel better. You were sure he’d drop everything to come be with you, but you didn’t like asking him to. Besides, you knew how he felt about his responsibility to the city, and you didn’t want to be the one calling him away when he could be helping people. Nothing was really wrong for you, anyway. It was just a bad day. You’d had a lot of bad days by yourself before you’d met Peter, and you’d gotten through all of them. You could do it again.

At least, that’s what you’d told yourself. After an hour of switching between apps and streaming services and finding nothing engaging enough to distract from your thoughts, you decided to just give up and get into bed. So what if it was only 8:30 at night? You just wanted the day to be over. Hopefully tomorrow would be better.

You turned off the light and got into bed, pulling the covers up to your head and trying to will yourself to be tired.

Just then, you heard the sound of something hitting your window. Knocking against it, actually.

You startled at the sudden noise, rolling over to see Peter perched on your fire escape. Of course it was Peter. Who else could be knocking at your window? You lived on the fifth floor.

You threw the covers off, crossing the room to push the window open. You didn’t move aside to let him enter, figuring that Peter probably just came by to say hi or something. It was way too early for him to be home.

“What are you doing here so early? Crime take a break tonight?” you joked, trying to be casual. It helped that you were genuinely relieved to see him, even if you’d have to deal with his absence again in a minute.

“What’s wrong?” Peter asked, concern clouding his tone.

“Wh- nothing. I’m just tired,” you lied, taken aback by his question. How could this man possibly have known something was wrong? Maybe he was swinging past and saw your lights out? You tried to wave it off. “Was gonna go to sleep early, but someone-”

“Really doubling down on that lie, huh?” he interrupted, though his tone was gentle. “Think I know you well enough by now to tell when you’re pretending everything’s fine even though it isn’t.”

“Well, that’s sort of sweet and very annoying,” you frowned, your gaze slipping to the floor. Part of you was relieved that he came to see you, and the other part of you felt like he shouldn’t be here at all. He had other people to take care of.

“Can I come in?”

You hesitated. “What about the people that need you?”

“You need me.”

You wanted to argue with him, but you knew how Peter was when he’d made up his mind. And as much as you might self-sabotage at times, you didn’t have it in you to go back to being alone tonight. You stepped aside, finally allowing him to enter.

“How’d you know?” you sighed.

He shrugged, crossing the room towards your dresser as he answered. “Sensed it. D’you have the shirt I left here last time?” he asked absentmindedly, as if what he’d just said had been completely normal.

“Sensed it?” you repeated, following him to your dresser and opening the drawer with his shirt folded neatly on top. You hoped he wouldn’t notice the way your heart skipped at the thought, but when you turned back to him you could see it in the little smirk that graced his lips.

“Mmhm,” he hummed as he slipped out of his suit. “From across town.”

“That’s quite a signal you’ve got, Spider-Man,” you mumbled, standing with your arms folded over your chest as he threw on his shirt.

“Actually, my reception isn’t that great. Not usually, anyway.”

Your brows raised at that. “So… what does that mean?” you asked, though you were pretty sure you already knew. You just couldn’t believe it.

“I guess it means,” he started, a slight teasing tone to his words. “My spidey sense is especially attuned to you.”

“I didn’t know it could do that,” you whispered, dumbfounded.

“I didn’t either,” he spoke softly, stepping closer to you. He tucked some of your hair behind your ear, his hand lingering at your jaw. “But here we are. So, you wanna tell me what’s wrong now?”

You sighed. “Technically nothing. Nothing bad happened, I just… I guess nothing good happened either.”

Peter’s gaze softened as he looked at you. He stepped closer, chest to chest with you, and moved his hand to the back of your head, pressing his lips to your forehead. You took a deep breath in, feeling a weight lift off of you.

“Why didn’t you call me?” he whispered into the dark of your room.

“Peter, I… I know what you’re doing out there,” you said, looking out the window. “I’m supposed to call you away from that? For this?”

Peter sighed, thinking through his next words carefully. He understood your concerns. Of course, you knew how he felt about using his abilities to help people, had heard him go on about the toll it took on him when he arrived at a scene too late, when he felt like he had failed to do what only he could.

“Baby,” he started, moving to sit on your bed and bringing you to stand in front of him, “I.. I know I can’t do everything, right? I patrol when I can, I help when I can. And other times I can’t. And maybe that’s something I need to get through my head as well, but… anyway, what I’m trying to say is tonight, you need me. So this is where I need to be. You’re the most important thing to me. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t call me.”

“Okay,” you said, voice thick as you tried to hold back tears. You struggled to believe that you were more important than an entire borough full of people, but the sentiment stuck with you.

“Yeah?” Peter confirmed, looking up at you in the dim lighting, thumbs stroking the skin of your waist. “Just make the cops have to do their damn jobs themselves for once,” he tried, successfully pulling a laugh from you. Well, more of an amused huff through your nose, but still, it was something.

You nodded, finally accepting that he was here to stay, and let him pull you into bed. You wrapped yourself up in him, one leg thrown over his and your head on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair. You lay there for a while, just breathing in the comfort.

You tilted your head up a bit, trying your best to look at him from your position. Your voice came out small, but still teasing, “I feel like we kind of brushed over the part where you sensed that I was upset from across Queens.”

He rewards you with a startled laugh, a soft, “You’re right, I guess we did.”

“That’s so insane.”

“Isn’t it, though?”

“I think you might love me too much.”

“Hm, yeah, I see your point. I’ll work on it.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“No?”

“No, you can keep being obsessed with me, I’ll just have to live with it.”

“You’re so understanding. No wonder I’m obsessed with you.”

The two of you dissolved into quiet giggles then, Peter removing the hand that was raking through your hair to wrap his arm around your shoulders, squeezing you impossibly closer.

#tasm!peter fanfiction #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter parker fluff #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter x you #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter parker fic #peter parker #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #my fics #andrew garfield peter parker #andrew garfield spiderman

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สวัสดี ฉันเห็นว่าคำขอเปิดอยู่ ฉันสามารถขอวิธีที่สหภาพแรงงานและเด็กชายอึนจังดูแลคุณเมื่อคุณป่วย?? ฉันหมายความว่ามันจะน่ารักมาก!

i had to translate this but the request was so cute 🥹🥹 i’m gonna write in english so hopefully that’s alright! ขอบคุณ!

eng: Hello, I see that the request is open. Can i ask how the union and eunjang take care of you when you are sick?? I mean it's going to be so cute!

when you’re sick ;

weak hero x gn!reader

gray yeon

➤ when gray notices some telltale signs of sickness from you, he goes into health student mode

➤ doesn’t talk to you as he comes up and gently placed the back of his head against your forehead, hissing when he realizes how hot it is

➤ “y/n, you’re burning up…” internally panicking

➤ after trying, and failing, to reassure him that you’re fine, gray decides to bed bound you and orders your favorite soups. “we are not going anywhere until you feel better.”

donald na

➤ notices right away that something isn’t right. whether it be you’re slower than usual or not eating as much, donald keeps a closer eye on you throughout the day

➤ good thing he did, because you’re on your way to the restrooms when you collapse. donald is able to catch you before your head hits the ground, but his eyes are wild with worry

➤ “darling, hey, wake up. wake up, y/n!”

➤ you eventually wake up in donald’s bed with an iv in your arm and a worried boyfriend beside you. apparently, you were severely dehydrated, but donald warns you not to put him through that ever again and crawls into bed beside you until you fall back asleep

ben park

➤ blows your phone up when you aren’t in class, worried since you didn’t look so good yesterday

➤ you don’t respond at first because you’re asleep, but the constant ringing eventually wakes you up. “hello?”

➤ “jesus, y/n! are you okay? where are you? oh my god, my heart is about to explode!” you can’t help but smile at ben’s loud worries and assure him that you’re just taking a sick day since you don’t feel the best

➤ “stay where you are. don’t move. i’m coming over with food and we’re going to watch your favorite movies all night.” not only does he do as promised, but ben falls asleep beside you <3

jake ji

➤ you always text him good morning, and when jake wakes up with no text, he can’t help but sweat

➤ calls you, and when you don’t answer, he calls your mom. she informs him that you have a cold and won’t be in class. when she leaves for work, jake decides to skip school and sneak into your house :)

➤ he wakes you up by kissing your cheek so he doesn’t startle you, and when you smile up at him, jake (carefully) jumps into bed with you and spoons you

➤ “let me know if you need anything, okay? i won’t leave until you tell me to.”

alex go

➤ “bro, i’m sick.” you deadpan into the phone when alex calls asking if you ditched class to avoid the math exam

➤ “ahh, sick. i gotchuuuu,” he ‘plays along’, thinking that’s code for skipping school

➤ you can only sigh. “no, like, i’m actually sick. i’m bedbound and everything.”

➤ when alex does catch on, he decides to leave class early and slips in through your window with bags of snacks in his hands. “skip day! hurry up and get me sick, i have a bio exam tomorrow and didn’t study!”

wolf keum

➤ wolf wakes up to a knock on his door, and when he finds you standing outside, severely underdressed for the winter weather, he hurriedly pulls you inside. “y/n, what are you doing here?”

➤ “i-i couldn’t stop throwing up, and my head hurts, and you didn’t answer your phone, a-and—“ cuts you off with a hug, stroking the back of your head with his hand to calm you down

➤ “it’s fine. come on,” “did i wake you? i’m sorry, you can go back to sleep if you want—“ “y/n, relax. i’m gonna make you some soup, and we’re going to watch 4am sitcoms until you fall asleep.”

➤ surprisingly, wolf keeps his word. you nurse a glass of water as he cooks for you, then the two of you watch the cheesy shows until you eventually pass out in his arms

gerard jin

➤ when gerard goes to visit and finds you in a ball, burning up and covered in sweat, he drops everything and rushes to your side

➤ runs a cold shower for you, anything that he can think will get your temperature down, and sits in the freezing shower with you until your skin doesn’t burn his fingers

➤ you wake up sputtering, and gerard nearly cries in relief. he just hugs you, whispering how worried he was, “please, oh my god, please never do that to me again…”

➤ gerard helps you out of the shower and dresses you in some dry clothes before bringing you food and medication. “thank you for helping me. my hero~”

jimmy bae

➤ you and jimmy were out late last night, in the cold, and you’d warned him about catching a cold. he didn’t think much of it until you started sneezing the next day

➤ “y/n, why were you so worried about me… look at you now! dummy…”

➤ you just frown and sneeze in response </3

➤ though he doesn’t see himself as a very caring guy, jimmy will walk all the way to a drug store to get you the medication you need. he isn’t leaving you alone until you’re back on your feet

#weak hero webtoon #weak hero #weak hero manhwa #weak hero class 1 #weak hero x reader #wolf keum #donald na #jake ji #jimmy bae #ben park #gray yeon #alex go #gerard jin

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koritoraa · 1 year

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Accidentally revealing to you they have a mommy kink ❦

A/n: I wrote a whole novel 4 Michi part ngl

Ft: Takemichi, Kazutora, & Mikey

❦ Takemichi

It was starting to get dark outside, the sky was filled with dark gray clouds ready to rain all over the city. You was sitting on your couch watching tv waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work. He texted you 2 hours ago saying that he will be home soon, you started to get a little worried until you heard loud knocks on the door.

Knock knock knock

You jumped right up from the couch, you went over to the door to check through the peephole; you seen your boyfriend Takemichi on the other side, his face was all bruised up and his clothes was really dirty & painted with blood from his face. You already knew he probably got into a fight for minding someone else’s business, but he always says it’s for a good cause. You always understand him when he explains the situation but still you don’t want him to get into a fight with everyone especially if you aren’t there to help him, but that’s just how Takemichi is. You immediately unlocked the door and swung it open.

“Michi, another fight ?”

“Yeah, a group of boys was picking on an old lady and I couldn’t let it slide. Sorry that I’m late though.”

“Well I know how you roll but just try to be more careful, now cmon and go to the diner room and sit at the table, while I go get the first aid kit.”

“Okay.”

You started cleaning up all the blood and treating every wound then placing an bandage on them. After that you guided Takemichi upstairs; he changed into his sleep wear then he laid down in y’all shared bed ready to doze off, but before that he have to give his thanks for all the help you gave him. He always appreciate all you do for him, that’s why he loves you darely.

“Even though today was a rough one you made it 10x better as always, thank you mommy for everything.”

You smiled at michi who was now sleeping not realizing what he said, you thought the new nickname he called you was very cute and fitting. Knowing Michi if you ask him about it he would probably say it was a mistake but that’s just a cover up, he’s just too shy to call you Mommy.

❦ Kazutora

Kazutora was supposed to be at work working, but he was at home sick in bed with a fever. You was also suppose to be at work, but you decided to take a day off to take care of Kazutora and get him back to feeling better. All day you gave him all of your attention and made sure all of his needs were taken care of. At the end of the day he was very appreciative for everything you’ve done, especially missing a day out of work just for him.

“Hmm…that was a really long day but hopefully by tomorrow i’m sure you’re gonna feel more relieved.”

“I’m gonna take your word on that, and thank you again momm- I meant y/n you’re the best.”

“It’s fine Tora, you was right the first time no need to correct yourself lol.”

At first Kazutora got a lil worried that he slipped up and call you the “wrong” name but once he saw how chill and normal you was about the whole thing he felt better, it’s just still gonna take him time to get use to calling you mommy though.

❦ Mikey

it was the end the day for you two and y’all was about to part ways and go home but Mikey wanted to go to your house to spend the night at instead, so you let him.

“Y/n your bed is better than mines.”

“Of course it is, since it’s mines and I’m in it silly.”

“Yeah I think that’s the reason…well goodnight mommybhhvb….(just know that was him falling to sleep mumbling a bunch of gibberish)

In the morning when you asked him about the whole thing he said that’s your new nickname, and he wanted to tell you later on but it slipped out to early and at the wrong time but he meant what he said. Yeah It was accident, but now he only want you to know about it not no one else.

#anime #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #takemichi x reader #kazutora x reader #Mikey x reader #takemichi hanagaki #kazutora hanemiya #sano mikey manjiro

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amgk22 · 1 month

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“She’s Gone Mad”

Hi! You might know me as the person who’s obsessed with who’s in the lead of fics between rajbow/bowraj and mkulia. However, I’m also a writer, and I thought I’d publish the first chapter of my story onto here since a03 is down :(

the story’s an AU if Lauren/Scary Girl never competed in total drama and is instead a sheltered but slightly creepy new student at a school. Hopefully you enjoy the first chapter!

little girl, little girl

whatever path you take

I’ll be here through thick and thin

See what your future makes

==++==

My eyes are baggy. My lips are chapped. My legs feel frozen. I just can’t sleep.

Tomorrow starts a new day at school.

School…other people.

I haven’t interacted with people much.

I’m more of an inside person.

But my mom wanted me to make friends.

I reach over to the edge of the table next to my bed, and grasp my hands on the record player. Turning it on, my favourite record plays.

It’s my moms voice. She’s singing a lullaby. My dad said that she was going to sing this to me every night as soon as I was born.

But she never got the chance.

I lay back, and take a deep breath. The music calms me.

I wonder what would happen if mom was here right now.

==++==

I pull up my left knee sock, my right sock already on. “Needs a bit of decoration,” I mumble. Looking at the clock, I see there’s still thirty minutes until the bus is supposed to come. Enough time to add some sparkle.

My dad’s already at work. Usually I don’t like this, but now it works in my favour. Opening the door, I walk down my hallway to the kitchen.

I step up on the ball of my feet, reaching up to the cabinet. I look for the purple food colouring. It’s right in the front, a bit of it is dried onto the lid. “Perfect,” I say to myself, grabbing the food colouring. Maybe I should put it in my water and tell people at school it’s poison. They’d all think it’s cool.

I lay my knee socks flat on the table, as I take off the lid of the food colouring. “Gone goes the boring socks, here comes the unique design,” I mutter as I squeeze the bottle and the food colouring drips out.

Drips on the top.

Drips on the bottom.

Drips on the left.

Drips on the right.

I still leave some white space, because plain purple socks is no better than plain white socks.

The food colouring dries quickly, so I turn the socks around to colour the other side.

Drips on the top.

Drips on the bottom.

Drips on the left.

Drips on the right.

As the socks dry, I go to the bathroom and look into the mirror. I practice my normal smile. It looks really good! I still don’t have any makeup yet. Only some concealer for when I had lots of acne two years ago. Now that my face is clear again; there’s really no need for the concealer.

Grabbing my hair brush, I quickly stroke the brush through my dyed purple and pink hair. My dad freaked out when he saw it. But eventually, he embraced it and told me it looked amazing.

I tie my hair up into pigtails, giving myself a satisfactory grin. I look very pretty, if I do say so myself. Checking the clock on the wall, there’s fifteen minutes left until the school bus arrives. What can I do in fifteen minutes?

I adjust my uniform anxiously as I stand in the bathroom, continuing to look at myself. Everyone’s gonna love my hair. Everyone’s gonna love my socks. Everyone’s gonna think I’m so pretty.

I’m gonna be the most pretty girl at the entire school.

==++==

I’m standing right by my driveway. The bus is about to arrive. It’s very yellow (dad showed me pictures) and has four wheels. Will the school be yellow too?

I’ve never seen a yellow building before. It would look very nice.

rrrrrrrrrrrr. The bus is coming up my road. It’s finally time. I adjust my backpack, making sure it doesn’t fall off as I walk over to the other side in order to enter.

“Hi bus driver lady!” I exclaim, waving and hugging the lady sitting, arms on the wheel. The lady does not look impressed. She gives me a look, first of annoyance, then of slight terror, before pointing to the seats emotionless.

“Okay! Not in the mood for hugs,” I say, walking down to find a seat. I’m about to sit next to a blonde girl, but she slams her hand down.

“This seats saved,” The blonde girl said, chewing her gum.

“For who?” I ask.

“It’s saved,” the girl repeats. I get the message. I go over to another seat, but the boy does almost the exact same thing as the girl.

And so does the entire bus.

“Hurry up and find a seat! We have school to get to!” The bus driver yells. I’m startled, and quickly run to a spot in the back. It’s empty, and I sigh of relief. Nobody can tell me not to sit here.

“Sorry: but my friend’s sitting there,” a girl says, looking back.

“Ugh!”

==++==

The bus parks. We all get off. As I walk towards the entrance, I notice people looking at me. Their faces are scared. Or grossed out. I don’t like it.

“Excuse me Ma’am,” the principal says, holding a clipboard. “What happened to your socks?”

“I painted them!” I say. “They felt too..boring.”

“Well, we don’t want your socks to be a distraction to our other pupils, so I’ll have to ask you to take them off and spend today with no socks,” The principal tells me, placing her hand out.

“What? But,” I look down at my socks. They don’t look distracting. The principals a meanie. A big meanie. However, she is the principal. I take off my socks and hand them to her as I hear giggles. Some people have been watching.

I turn my head around, and glare at them. “Anything you’d like to say?” I ask, frustrated. The two don’t respond. “That’s what I thought,” I say, smirking. I put back on my shoes, and look one more time to the principal. “Sorry, miss.”

“Hopefully you’ll learn from your mistakes,” the principal says. “I’ll have some struggles with Lauren,” I hear her mumble. My name. Lauren. It’s always felt a tiny bit wrong. My mom wanted to name me something different- like Scarlett or “Scarlie” Gayle. My dad sometimes still calls me Scarlie, or Scary Girl. Cause Scarlie Gayle sounds like Scary Girl. How do I change my name?

“I will,” I say quietly, looking down as I walk down the hall to find my locker. As I glance to people, I notice things. They’re all friends. They’re all talking. They all have their hands making a C motion around their face, as if they’re whispering. Some are glancing at me. Some don’t even know I exist.

If I join a group, I won’t be targeted. Right? I find my locker combination, and there’s a girl leaning on the side of my locker. She has blonde, curly, short hair, and I can’t keep my eyes off of her. Maybe it’s because I want to go into my locker, but I’m too scared to ask. Why am I too scared to ask?

“Can I get into my locker,” I mumble, as the girl and her friends talk. I repeat, “Can I get into my locker!” They still don’t respond. Now I’m getting mad. “CAN I GET INTO MY LOCKER!” I yell, covering my mouth immediately after I say that.

A couple of people are looking my way, and the blonde girl looks completely terrified. “S-sorry,” she says, running off with her friends. I grin in satisfaction, as I open up the locker, and stare into my locker. It’s small, cold, and a bit of the paint is chapped off…

But it’s perfect.

==++==

It’s the first day of school for everyone. The teacher just told us. Of course, I should’ve known- but how is everyone friends already?

They must have been in the same junior high.

I was homeschooled, so I’m not surprised people don’t know me. But they will soon. The teacher is getting everyone to say their names and 3 things they like. I’m almost up.

I wanna tell everyone my name is Scarlett, so they call me Scarlie Gayle. Would the principal hate me if I did that?

You know what, I’m gonna do it. She took away my socks. “You, can you stand up and tell us your name and three things you like?” The teacher asks me. She has a very soft voice. And a nice smile. I get up, and walk over to the front. Here it goes.

“Hi!” I say. “I’m Scarlett, Scarlett Gayle. But you guys can call me Scarlie.” So far, so good. Nobody’s told me my real name is Lauren. And that’s how it’s gonna stay. “I like painting, paper mache, and horror movies!”

“That’s amazing Scarlett,” the teacher says. I sigh in relief. She doesn’t know I’m Lauren. “Why do you like horror movies?”

“Because everyone has such a distinct scream,” I reply. “I’ve seen them all. Saw, scream, human centipede..” I list off all the horror movies I’ve watched, and I notice that a couple of people are startled by my interest in horror movies. Did I say too much?

“Hey, that’s the scary girl on the bus!” One of the guys in the background say. He has brown hair. I think he was someone who rejected me from sitting with him.

“Yeah!” I say. “I was on the bus! Why didn’t you let me sit with you?”

This just makes people chuckle. What did I do wrong? “Was it something I said?” I ask. “Why are you laughing! Tell me!” I feel myself getting angrier as they keep away the secret on why they’re laughing at me. They’re meanies! They’re all meanies!

“Come on you guys, give Scarlett a break,” The teacher says, but they don’t listen.

Why aren’t they listening?

What did I do?

Is it all my fault?

“Stop!” I exclaim, frustrated again. “Why are you laughing!” I stomp my foot in anger, and clench my fists.

“Everyone, seriously, stop,” the teacher says, finally dying down the laughter. “Scarlett, I’m sorry about that. You may sit.”

“Thanks teacher!” I say, sitting down. However, now that I hear everyone better, it’s clear they’re still giggling. And laughing.

What did I do wrong?

#total drama #total drama 2023 #tdi 2023 #total drama reboot #total drama island 2023 #totaldrama #td scary girl #td lauren #writing #writers on tumblr

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