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moonlit-imagines · 1 month

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Headcanons for being the forgetful Avenger

Avengers x reader

warnings:

a/n: it not too long i so sorry

prompt: @glitchy-bean: “Hi!!! I hope you're doing good!!! Could I request smth with a really forgetful reader + the avengers gang? More like found family than anything romantic at all with a teen reader if that's okay!!!”

“well sorry” -you, consistently “i cant remember everything”

“you can’t remember anything” -nat

“yeah, y/n, were you dropped on the head as a baby or something?” -tony

“cut it out, guys. it’s not their fault they forgot thor’s birthday. besides, hes had a couple thousand” -steve

“are you calling me old, captain?” -thor

“at least im not the only one” -steve

it wasn’t just birthdays you forgot

much much more serious than that

rendezvous points, mission details, plans of attack, perp descriptions, where you put your keys, where you put your gun

you name it you forgot it

i mean—not always, but enough for it to be the running joke

“keep your comms on, y/n. not having a disaster like last time when you couldn’t remember whether to cut the red wire or green wire” -tony

“you wish i cut the wrong one” -you

“uh, no, that’s very harsh. i moreso wished you didn’t scare us half to death by nearly digging your grave” -tony

“oh ok i forgot” -you

“who left their macaroni and cheese in the microwave?” -vision

“damn! its cold. and crusted a little. how long did i leave this in here?” -you, poking your tray with a fork “and why are you using the microwave? you dont eat”

“this is a shared space, is it not?” -vision

“he’s got you there” -steve

“you’re just ganging up on me because you’re all miserable and you want me to be miserable too. i’m going to drive one of tony’s expensive cars now, you can’t stop me” -you, storming out

you walked right back in

“what’d you forget?” -steve

“wallet, phone, keys” -you

tony noticed

“where is y/n going with my car?” -tony

“not sure, just out” -steve

“probably gonna forget their turn signal and crash into someone’s car” -tony

as far as missions went, though, you were a bit of a powerhouse so you didn’t really need to be looked after on that front…just had to make sure not to blow anyone else’s cover

“hey, what’s the codeword again?” -you

“check your wrist, kid” -nat

“oh, right…okay thanks” -you

“*gasp* was i supposed to give the signal? i just kinda went in” -you

“ok, who told y/n they could give the signal. speak up now” -tony

*clint loudly snickering over comms*

kinda forgetting what you’re talking about in the middle of sentences sometimes but like, just glitching out

“something smells like it’s burning” -you “my cookies…”

you forgot to set a timer

and forgot you were making cookies

the avengers honestly did find it endearing

just a hyper kid who cant get their thoughts in a solid line

but they’d continue making jabs at you constantly

“maybe wanda can fix your memory problems” -tony

“i will not” -wanda

“oh well nevermind then” -tony

honestly with all your forgetfulness, you worried as you dusted away if anyone would forget about you

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asmosmainhoe · 3 months

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The reason and exact moment they fell in love Part 1

Notes: The others will follow!💞

Gender: neutral

Warnings: none

Masterlist

Lucifer -> you have his back

You: You should get some rest

Lucifer: I can't. There is still so much I have to prepare for the upcoming event. The entire elite will be there

You: Don't worry about that

Lucifer: How can I not? There is Diavolo's speech-

You: Already went through that with him

Lucifer: And the menu-

You: I got Barbatos and Luke to work together on that

Lucifer: But the live music-

You: Already booked

Lucifer: That's nice and all, but the decoration and seat arrangement

You: Asmo and I planned everything out regarding those two days ago

Lucifer:

You: Why are you staring at me like that?

Lucifer: Thank you

You: Wow, you really do need that break-

Mammon -> you trust him

You: Hey, Mammon! Can you hold onto something for me?

Mammon: What is it?

You: It's this ring. I want to wear it for the upcoming ball in the castle and I'm afraid I might lose it

Mammon: Why not buy another then?

You: Oh, it's not that simple you see. It belonged to something very dear to me and there isn't another ring out there that's like this one

Levi: Mammon is the wrong person for that. He's gonna sell it off the first opportunity he gets

Mammon: Listen-

You: Actually the reason why I'm going to him is, because I trust him the most. I know he will take good care of it for me- Mammon, are you crying?

Mammon: No! I'm allergic!

Leviathan -> you don't judge him

Demon #1: Isn't Leviathan's obsession with these figurines kinda stupid?

Demon #2: Yea. I heard that he spends all his money on merch and even waits until the exact moment it drops. What a weirdo

Levi: *overhears this*

You: *walk up yo him*

You: Hey! Satan told me you got that limited edition manga you've been so excited for

Levi: Why do you wanna know? Did you come here to mock me?

You: No, why would I even do that?

Levi: People talk you know...they think I'm weird and they're probably right too

You: I don't think it's weird to be passionate about stuff. I actually love listening to you talk about it

Levi: You're just saying that to make me feel better

You: Absolutely not! Remember the other day where you told me about this anime with the guy who talks to vegetables? The story itself bored me so much that I wanted to fall asleep

Levi: I don't see how-

You: But you made it sound so exciting! You really hyped me up for a guy who talks to vegetables! Your passion is rubbing off on me no matter what it is about and I'd hate for that light in your eyes to vanish

Levi:

You: You okay?

Levi:

You: Levi?

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me mc #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me luci x reader #obey me luci #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x reader #obey me levi #obey me leviathan x reader

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badchoicesworld · 9 months

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how i think Hobie would react to GN!reader calling them their husband casually, even though they’re not married.

Hobie Brown x GN!reader

established relationship, of course

warnings: none

requests: open i am BEGGING for requests i’m so bored

hobie, hobie brown !

★⋆ ⋆☆⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆☆⋆⋆★✧

okay, so we all know that hobie doesn’t believe in labels, but he also doesn’t believe in consistency so shhh

i’ve gotta imagine marriage is something he both hates and loves- the societal expectations for just two people to become legally bonded in these massive money wasting ceremonies just rubs him the wrong way

all a scam and propaganda to distract you from the truth with a passing moment of false sense of security, yeah ?

sooo if you just spontaneously call him ur husband one day, hobie is smitten because fuck norms am i right

like if it’s super off handed when ur with the other spider-people the brit is just so very overjoyed

“ay, yeh- you get that? you hear that? hus-band! that’s my hubby.” really enjoys spelling out the syllables, probably sling an arm around you at this point and is holding you so close while grinning like an anarchist that just tripped a cop into a puddle

you guys never called yourself labels like “partners” “boyfriends” or any of that, but Hobie’s a little obsessed w names like “hubby” and generally endearing names for spouses

isn’t a fan of the whole wedding band thing, yet another thing that’s robbing people blind with price of diamonds n shit

if you’re both comfortable just knowing that you love each other beyond what a piece of paper says, then he’s more than content to just happily know this and not do anything to beat the whole significance behind your guys’ rebellious approach to marriage

it’s your happy little secret how it went down. you both know it and your whole relationship has been a “we know we love each other, doesn’t matter what we call it or who else knows” kinda situation, because why would anyone else matter at point ?

that being said, mans less low-key around people like Miguel just because he loves to do everything in his power to make his life just a bit worse, because fuck authority

will talk about a non existent honeymoon that simply never happened, there are dozens of different retellings of this event that are completely fabricated

“remember on our honeymoon? when we- yeah, that’s it. still can’t believe we took down that syndicate.”

“Nah, they’ve got it. On our honeymoon, they [insert a comedic falsehood]”

likes to quote the wedding vows you guys never said, climbing through your window at night after being involved in a smack down, man’s roughed up and he’s just like “through sickness and in health” like a smug bastard before probably collapsing onto something. or you

★⋆ ⋆☆⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆☆⋆⋆★✧

this was a super quick thing i whipped together on a bus, lemme know if you wanna see this w different characters and i’ll see what i can do !

#across the spiderverse #headcanon #spider man: across the spider verse #hobie x you #hobie x y/n #hobie brown x reader #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown #gn reader #x reader #fluff #imagine #oneshot #spider punk

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pumpkinstrawbrew · 8 months

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"can it be, that you actually CARE about those creatures!? you are just as crazy as they are!"

and yeah, he sure does care. so let me present you, batman n' his 'creatures' aka you become forever responsible for what (who) you’ve tamed.

...

(i remember watching the lock-up ep as a child, and rooting for bruce to save the rogues. i always was a villain-lover type of kid, n' those 3 were one of my fav characters in the whole show, so naturally, i wanted them to be saved. but that aside, it also simply felt idk, ‘right’ for bruce to intervene? at that age, i didn’t fully understand the complexity behind the topic, but it was one of those episodes that stuck with me for years. it’s actually pretty mature for a kid’s show to show smth like that.

i honestly wish, that the ep was fully focused on inmates and/or bruce investigating the abuse vs how it went into bolton kidnapping gordon n’ other folks. but hey, what we got was nice too! there is something very lovely about the hero protecting their villains from anti-heros/villain-slayers. it’s a thankless job, clearly. but they still put themselves in harm's way, bc they don't approve of the abuse/murder. even if it’s their enemies. *or in some cases* esp if it’s their enemies.

now about the art...

idk, if the first one *the meme itself* was already done for lock-up ep or not. i mean, probably? maybe? either way, if it was done before, now there is another version for it.

n' ah. the second one is kinda just happen'. i was thinking about batman hanging out with every villain, who was in that ep. and how different it would have been, if it was actually about idk, batman, his rogues n' bolton trying to kill/capture them all or smth like that, rather than how it went in canon. anyhow, batman still wins in the end *naturally* and tries bring them all back into arkham, which is.....yeah, it prob will be difficult. mostly bc no one wants to go back lol. harley wants to see her trash man the joker, jon want to gas the city, wesker *actually* wouldn't have minded to go back, but the scareface wanna do crimes. n' bolton doesn't think, that he did anything wrong, so clearly he doesn't wanna be locked up *hehe, get it* with crazies as one of them. so basically, batman's battle for justice slowly turns into pokemon hunt.

in other words, bruce will have a long night ahead of him, with crane yelling into his ear the whole time. f in chat for our man bruce. he really needs it.)

#batman animated series #batman #btas #jonathan crane #bruce wayne #harley quinn #arnold wesker #lyle bolton #scarebat #brew draws

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 1 month

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#395

“Hey Bobby, I’m glad you came. C’mon in. Yeah, my wood shop is grown over a bit. I was hoping you would help me bring it back. Watch your step…. Let me get the door behind you….

“…Well, this is a bit awkward. I guess I will go ahead. When I saw you open the door to the stall next to me, I was just as shocked as you were. I never expected the mouth on the other side of that glory hole that throated my fat dick with expertise to be you.

“I’ve known you since your mom brought you home from the hospital. Your dad and I used to go fishing together. I never would have guessed.

“But then, ever since Beth passed away 9 years ago, I really haven’t done anything with anybody. You are what 16?... 19 really? Well, at least you’re not jailbait anymore. I’ve seen you in town a few times throughout the years, but you have grown into a man…. And you are a damned good cocksucker too.

“Where did you learn to suck dick like that?... From that glory hole? Seriously? That glory hole on the interstate is only a year old. …Two years?

“…Wait, you’re the one who put it in? Well damn boy, where did you get the idea? …From the internet? Damn!

“When I first saw it, I stuck my cock through to see if I would fit. I did. It was freshly done, as it still had jagged edges to it. No one was on the other side. So instead of just waiting, I went to my truck and got some sandpaper. I was sitting on the one side for an hour before a mouth finally came in. My dick slid through that hole so nicely.

“I don’t go there that often. Most faggots don’t know what to do with a fat cock like mine. But you do. I let you go for fifteen or twenty minutes. It felt good. Real good. I haven’t had a talented mouth on it in a long time.

“When I finished, I waited to see who it was. I was thinking that if it was local, I wanted to get something going on the side, something kinda convenient with a local fag. Imagine my surprise when the faggot turned out to be you.

“…That’s not right. I shouldn’t call you a faggot; it’s not nice….

“…Wait a minute. But that’s what you are. Nothing wrong with that in my eyes. I had a faggot in the city I used to use regularly until he moved out east. He was a reseller of my woodwork. I used him every time I made a delivery on Sundays. I would deliver on Sundays when he was the only one in his warehouse, and he would greet me naked. All the time I was there, he waited on me. And whenever I was horny, he was there to take me in his holes.

“How would you like to suck my dick? I’m horny now. And your mouth looks inviting.

“Good. I want you to strip naked. Don’t worry. You are the first person in here in five or six years. Nobody is going to come by. I assume your parents don’t know. They probably would have thrown you out if they had.

“You don’t have to worry about me telling anyone. I don’t intend on ruining a good thing.

“How often do you go to the glory hole?... You certainly are a horn dog. I like that. I would like my cock to be taken care of just as often.

“Remember this dick? It definitely remembers your mouth.

“…Well aren’t you a pretty one. No need to cover up. I’m not interested in your pecker at all.

“Get on your knees, open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and look up at me. Now that’s the look of a hungry faggot.

“No. No. I said I’m not interested in your pecker. Leave it alone. You can jerk off when you get home. When you are here naked in my shop, you have to realize that there is only one cock here that matters, and it sure as hell ain’t yours. You understand that faggot?

“…Good! Now suck! There you go! There’s that tongue…. Ahhh. This is why, when I went to your dad’s barber shop for a trim the other day, I told him that I was looking for someone to help me fix this place up. He suggested you, like I knew he was going to.

“And here you are. Fuck. Your fucking mouth is mine. The best part of not being at the glory hole is that I can hold your head like this. Take it! Take it all the way down. I’m gonna look forward to using this throat every day.

“Yeah, you got the job faggot. Don’t worry you’ll be paid well, and I’m not just saying in cum. Everybody will think that Bobby Reynolds is my new apprentice. But every morning when you walk in that door naked you are my faggot to use, however I want.

“You understand that faggot? Nod or shake your head. Atta boy.

“Right to the root. Try to breathe around it. Oh fuck! This is better than the glory hole. I can control the blowjob. I can feel your throat struggling to throat my dick. I have a faggot on his knees, bare-assed ready to do whatever I tell him.

“Speaking of that ass. Take a moment there to catch your breath while I look at your pussy. Stand up and come over to the shop table. You get fucked at the glory hole as well?

“No. I guess the situation doesn’t lend to it. When was the last time you had a cock in here?... Never? You mean you are still virgin back there?

“Fuck yeah. Wasn’t expecting to pop a cherry today, but damn, it’s turning out to be a great day. Hop up on the table.

“No. No. This IS happening. I’m going to cunt you. On the table son.

“Throughout the day, in between you doing actual work, my cock is going inside your holes whenever I want. Both holes. I’m not going to even ask you first. I’ll push you to your knees or bend you over. This is what I did to the shop owner in the city, and I liked it.

“On your back. Let me lower the table…. Legs up! Rest them on my shoulders. It’s a good thing you put a lot of throat slime on my dick. If you relax your hole and push out a little bit there will be less pain.

“Look up at me. I want to see the pain in your eyes, and your struggle across your face.

“Oh! That’s my head. Relax your whole body…. I’m halfway in. Relax. I’m going to be in here for some time. I can go for hours if I want to. Just go with it.

“There you go! Surrendering this hole to me is going to be your number one job responsibility around here.

“Look at me. You’re doing fine. It’s going to get more intense. I need to turn this into a cunt. I need to get you to the point that your hole can take me at any moment.

“If you want, you can unbutton my shirt and run your hands over my hairy chest. Don’t ignore my nipples. Be gentle with them.

“You ready faggot? Yesterday you were the son of good neighbors down the road, but after today, you will be my cunt. You ready to become that?

“Faggot here we go.”

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t0xicityz · 5 months

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Finding Nemo<3

Poly seventeen x Fem!Reader

Summery: boys came back from the studio missing you only to find they actually are missing you, before they could get worried they all got a text saying.. “come find me<3”

A/N: heyooo! First fanfic please forgive me if there is any spelling mistakes or if my grammar is bad, I was born in the pacific islands so this wasn’t my first language and this fanfic is short so sorry guys I didn’t have any other ideas I ran out😭

“Seungcheol tell Mingyu to move! I need to see ___!”

Seungcheol sighed as Seungkwan started whining when mingyu was taking his time to get inside the house, the others were laughing while seungkwan was lightly hitting mingyu on the back while trying to push him.

When they made it inside seungkwan was running around trying to look for you only with the others but you have seem to gone so wonwoo pulled out his phone to call but when he did it went straight to voicemail. “Strange..” wonwoo said as everyone saw it go to voicemail.

But when they all tried to call her it still went to voicemail and as seungkwan started whining along with mingyu they suddenly hear their phone go off so everyone quickly picked up their phone only to find a text from ___.

My___<3: come find me my loves<3

They all sighed before a smirk started to appear on everyone’s faces, everyone was silent before Vernon started to speak. “Let’s make a bet, first one to find her gets to have her all to themselves for the night if she consents of course.” Everyone nodded and seungkwan pulled a contract he wrote down while Vernon was talking. “Ok everyone sign it just in case someone tries to cheat.” So everyone signed.

Signatures:

Mingyu:3

Seungkwan<3

Minghao:)

Junhui. (Dk: boring 🥱)

Scoups.seungcheol

Hoshi 🐯

DK. AKA DOKYEOM>:) (Kwan: just DK gosh🙄)

Woozi

Joshua^v^

Jeon.Wonwoo (mingyu:🤭)

Jeonghan

Vernon

Dino

“Ok the game begins.” So everyone sprinted out and started looking for you, everyone looked everywhere under the beds, in the closets under the couch, under the kitchen table even in the bathrooms but still couldn’t find you, while they were looking you were hiding in a attic.

You heard a few of the boys walk past but never worried you because you know they were never going to find you.

Oh boy were you wrong.

You were about to fall asleep but your eyes flew open when you heard someone trying to open the attic, so you quickly got up and started looking around to find something you can hide in. The only thing you could hid in is an empty box so you quickly jumped in the box and closed it right as the attic door opened.

You could hear the footsteps of someone but then turned into multiple footsteps which means.

Everyone is in the attic.

You held your breath in when they got closer to you but remembered you theft your phone out there on the floor. While you were scolding yourself you hear one of them laugh as they started talking.

“She probably isn’t in here”

“Yea your right let’s go check somewhere else”

“But what about the ph-“

“Probably moved to another spot that little cheater, she’s not here let’s go.”

You heard shuffling here and there then heard the attic door shut, you were about to jump out the box when you heard the attic door open again.

“I forgot guys ___ wanted us to take this box to the garage we might as well do it now”

You got confused but nearly screamed when you felt yourself getting picked up and taken out of the attic, you where kinda relaxed when you hear someone said.”put the box in the garage then hurry up and find ___!”.

You heard a door open before you felt yourself getting put down then heard the footsteps faded along with the door closing. You sighed as you waited there for a bit then as you opened the box to get out you looked around only to find the you are not in the garage.

Your are in your bedroom surrounded by all 13 of them giving you a smug look as you were shook they actually found you less then an 2 hours.

You quickly stood up pouting then started complaining, but as you were about too, seungcheol got up and closed your mouth shut with a filthy kiss but got stopped by Vernon.

“Hey remember the bet you were not the only one who found her too, we all found her at the same time.” Seungcheol rolled his eyes and he sat back down while Vernon wrapped his hands around your waist as he gave you a smile.

“Probably want to know how we found you, well we were actually going to leave the attic because we thought you weren’t in there but saw your a little bit of your head sticking out of the box so we thought it was a great idea to tease you a little.”

You grunted as you plopped down onto the bed right next to wonwoo and jeonghan, then quickly got up as you gave them a confused look. “What do you mean bet?”

They gave each other a look before wonwoo gently sat you back down onto the bed as they all got up and surrounded you, wonwoo being the closest wrapped his arms around you as the rest were looking at you up and down before woozi started talking.

“Sorry baby but we made a bet to see if one of us would find you first but ended up with all of us finding you.”

“So what’s the prize for the winner..?”

Joshua walked up to you then bent down while rubbing your cheek gently.

“You Darling.”

You almost choked on air when you heard what he had said, your eyes were wide along with your mouth. “But if you don’t want to we don’t have to my love.” Minghao said as he gave you a reassuring smile along with the rest.

You thought about it for a little then started mumbling as you nodded your head. “What was that sweetie come on baby tell us what you want?” Seungkwan said as he started kissing your neck, “Please I want it do whatever you want I don’t care just p-please” you said as your body shuddered.

“Ok baby you ready to begin because once you say yes there is no going back unless you use the safe word.”

“…yes”

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #svt smut #seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #svt fanfic #kim mingyu x reader #woozi x reader #wonwoo x reader #seungkwan x reader #seungcheol x reader #junhui x reader #hoshi x reader #minghao x reader #vernon x reader #jeonghan x reader #joshua x reader #dk x reader #dino x reader

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skz317cb97 · 1 year

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The Beat

Jisung x Female reader

Word count: 2.5k (no look they're really drabbles okay?)

Synopsis: Jisung is having difficulties with a project and asks you to help take his mind off work for a bit.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Okay seriously I'm on a roll right now but like I said they might not all come out so quickly so do bare with me if some of the others take longer. I am having so much fun writing these so I hope you all are enjoying them! Chan will be next! If you enjoy reading please reblog, comment, shoot me an ask, like, I love to hear from you guys! As always warnings and smut below the cut! 3/8

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! MDNI! Swearing/strong language, eluding to casual sex, oral (m receiving), deep throating, face fucking, cum eating, breath play (kinda not really), masturbating, cum shot, slight exhibitionism (kinda maybe, not really), slight MC dom/Jisung sub dynamic (kinda). I think that's all but if I ever miss something please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

It was the last morning before the guys were due back and you were on your knees under the kitchen table after you decided you’d rather blow Changbin than eat eggs and toast. You were sucking his soul out through his dick, choking and drooling all over his thick cock rubbing his balls and humming as you gagged on it again and again. Suddenly the front door opened and someone came walking into the apartment. Changbin had heard but apparently you didn’t because you were slurping and gagging on his fat cock when Jisung came around the corner into the dining room.

“Hey Changbinnie hyung!” Changbin’s eyes went wide with surprise.

“JISUNG! You’re home early!” You choked when Changbin shouted Jisung’s name and stopped sucking his dick for a second. But Jisung couldn’t see you or what was happening under that table and so you took Changbin’s cock back into your mouth and what you couldn’t fit you jerked off hard as you continued to fondle his balls covered in your saliva. You honestly didn’t know how he was holding it together, must be that strong jutdae of his.

“Yea I wanted to come home a little early and get some rest before having to jump back into the grind.” Changbin bit his bottom lip and nodded, small beads of sweat were starting to form on his temples and forehead and he prayed Jisung didn’t notice.

“Good idea Ji! Why don’t you go get you some rest!” Jisung looked at Changbin funny.

“Yea, okay Bin I’ll do that.” Jisung shook his head and went to his room. As soon as Changbin heard his bedroom door click closed he groaned out and came in your mouth. You swallowed and kept slurping on him until he was sensitive and pulled away.

“Remember this little moment the next time, pay back is a bitch.” Changbin laughed breathless, pulling you up from under the table.

“For now though we should probably get you home.” Changbin kissed you deeply.

“Go get dressed I’ll give you a ride.” He patted your rear end and you ran off to get your clothes on.

A month or so went by and everything was still just the way it always was. You and the guys had your board game nights every other Monday and had been to the club to go dancing and drinking. You had fucked two of them and at least one of them knew and they both acted like nothing happened. Aside from a lingering touch here and there when passing you or sitting by you everything was perfectly normal. It was a nice day and you were walking to the park down the street from your place when you got a call from Jisung.

“Hey Ji!” You heard him sigh heavily.

“Hey y/n.” He sounded drained.

“What’s wrong Sungie?” He took another deep breath.

“I’ve been at the studio all night and I’m just so stressed over this song that I’m having trouble with. Do you...you think maybe you could come to the studio and help me?” You were confused as to why Jisung was asking you to do this when Chan or Changbin would be far better options since they actually knew how to produce music.

“Ji I don’t know anything about music.”

“I know I just mean come and hang out, maybe distract me for a bit, clear my head.” Well that made more sense, he needed to unplug for a minute. You were only going to go on a hike at the park because you were bored anyway.

“Sure Sungie I’ll come hang out for a bit.” You could already hear his voice getting lighter.

“You’re the best y/n. See you soon!” When you got to the studio the door was slightly cracked open. You knocked lightly and walked in. When you did you saw Jisung with his head laid on his desk; it looked as if he’d fallen asleep while waiting on you. You were just going to back out and let him rest but you bumped something by the door and Jisung’s head sprung up.

“Oh hey! You made it great!” He rubbed his eyes.

“If you want to nap a little longer, I can come back later.” He shook his head and stood up walking over to welcome you in.

“No no I was only resting my eyes. Please come in.” He closed and locked the studio door behind you and ushered you towards the sofa in the studio. You sat down getting comfy and Jisung sat in the roll-y chair across from you. You both exchanged some small talk and caught up with what the other had been doing recently. Everyone had been so busy lately it felt like it had been forever since you’d see any of the guys when reality it had only been two weeks. The longer you sat there chatting with Jisung the more antsy he seemed to get, knee bouncing, eyes darting, if he chewed on his lip anymore he’d bite it off so finally you said something.

“Sungie you’re supposed to be relaxing and clearing your mind a bit. You look like you're ready to crawl out of your skin. What’s going on?” His teeth let go of his lip and he let out a heavy sigh.

“I... I really want to ask you something but I don’t want you to get upset with me or take it the wrong way.” His face was so soft and his big brown eyes seemed to have grown even bigger. You could tell he was genuinely scared you would be angry with him. You sat up and leaned forward a bit closing some of the distance between you and Jisung.

“Well... I promise to listen and try to understand if that helps at all.” Jisung nodded and shook his head.

“Okay... whewww... okay...” You braced yourself unsure of exactly what was going to come out of Jisung’s mouth. Jisung closed his eyes tightly.

“WouldyoudowhatyoudidforChangbinniehyungformetoo?!” It all came out in a shouted jumble of words. You jumped at the volume of his voice and caught fragments of words but not enough to understand him. You shook your head.

“Take a deep breath Sungie and slow down okay?” He took a couple more deep breaths and then closed his eyes again, softly this time.

“Would you do what you did for Changbin hyung for me too?” Your brow furrowed in confusion and then the memory of you blowing Changbin under the table when Jisung came home flashed through your mind. You tried to play stupid.

“Uh what do you mean? What did I do for Changbin?” Jisung’s face was buried in both of his hands embarrassed to say.

“Well... you... know... you... uh... sucked his... d-”

“HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!” Jisung jumped and looked terrified that he had in fact upset you. You were just caught off guard finding out he knew; you coughed and lowered your voice.

“How do you know that?” Jisung wrung his hands together.

“Changbinnie hyung said you were going to be over for the weekend. When I came home I saw your shoes by the door and then... well I saw your feet poking out from under the table a bit, that and Changbin hyung looked like he was about to explode.” Your face felt hot. You were so embarrassed to find out that Jisung knew the whole time that you had been under the table. Then it registered and you remembered Jisung’s actual question.

“Wait did you ask me...” Jisung waved you off in a panic.

“Never mind about that, sorry! I shouldn’t have suggested it! You’re my friend and I respect you and I shouldn’t have...” You couldn’t help but be endeared by his babbling.

“Sungie do you want me to suck you off or not?” His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open.

“Words Jisungie. Do you want me to suck your cock?” He gulped hard shaking his head up and down.

“Yes!” You tsked him.

“Yes what Ji?”

“YES PLEASE!” You hummed pleased and smiled at him.

“Good boy.” You got on your knees in front of him and ran your hands up his firm thighs towards the waist band of his pants. He looked down at you with his wide hopeful eyes. You could see his pants already starting to tent from his growing erection. You slowly unbuttoned his pants, dragging the zipper down one tooth at a time, a little whine came out of the back of Jisung’s throat and you looked up at him.

“Aww poor Sungie, you need it bad don’t you baby?” Jisung licked his lips and nodded.

“Please?” You smiled at him sweetly

“You asked so nicely how could I say no?” You grabbed the waist band of Jisung’s pants and underwear and pulled both down to his ankles. His cock was hard and leaking, smooth and pretty and while not as big as Changbin’s he was not lacking.

“Such a pretty cock Jisungie.” You praised him.

“Really?” He sounded surprised by your compliment.

“Oh yes Ji, pretty cock for a pretty boy.” His cheeks started turning red and you thought it was so cute. You had always thought Jisung was cute, his chubby cheeks and toothy smile. You licked your hand and wrapped your fingers around his cock. You started to stroke him slowly, your thumb rubbing the tip of his cock before twisting your wrist and sliding down his shaft again.

“Ffuck!” Jisung’s cock started leaking even more precum.

“You’re not going to cum already are you Sungie?” You leaned forward and licked the precum off the head of his dick and he twitched in your hand hard.

“N-nno I w-won’t please suck on it please!” The way he begged for your mouth made your body buzz with excitement and you could feel your arousal wetting your panties. You nodded and started gently sucking on the head of Jisung’s cock, slowly going further down his shaft, coating him in your saliva. Jisung gathered all your hair into a ponytail and looked down at you with your mouth full of his dick. When he hit the back of your throat and you gagged you pulled off and started jerking him off, looking up at him, your hair still held back by his hand.

“You’re such a gentleman Jisungie, holding my hair back for me while a choke on your cock.” You hummed and took him back into your mouth bobbing your head up and down sucking, drooling, and swirling your tongue around him.

“It’s s-so good y/n feels... Oh FUCK!” Jisung was glad the studio was soundproof because he moaned out uncontrollably when you gagged on his dick again and continued to suck him off. The grip he had on your hair tightened a bit as you repeatedly took his cock to the back of your throat, squelching, spitting, and gagging on it with pleasure before pulling off and stroking him again, harder than before.

“You’re being so good for me Sungie. Stand up.” He did as you said although on shaky legs since you were still firmly jerking him off. He looked down at you and thought he’d died and gone to heaven. You were kneeling in front of him, blushing, your chin covered in spit and precum giving him those sparkling doe eyes.

“Okay Jisungie, fuck my face.”

“Excuse me what...” You giggled a little, seeing you all messy and sweet then hearing that come from your mouth short circuited something in Jisung’s brain for a moment. You repeated.

“I said choke me with your pretty cock, make me deep throat you, hold me down on your dick until I’m gasping for air, face fuck me Ji, be good and I'll let you cum wherever you want.

Jisung twitched uncontrollably in your hand and he got a little sparkle in his eye.

“A-anywhere?” He asked unbelieving and you nodded, kissing the tip of his dick softly again and again.

“That’s right baby. Now, fuck. My. Face.” You took Jisung’s cock into your mouth again and started a good rhythm then Jisung started to gently thrust into your mouth testing the waters. When you hummed in pleasure he went a little harder. Your hands came up and grabbed his ass pushing him deeper into your throat still. Jisung got the hint and started fucking your throat harder and faster. The sound of your spit and gagging, you moaning around his cock, it all made Jisung feel so lightheaded. Jisung’s grip shifted and one of his hands cradled the back of your head as the other supported your jaw. Once he had his hold adjusted he really started jamming his dick into your throat. He pulled you off and tilted your head up to look at you. You were panting, a little sweaty, covered in spit and blushing. He shoved you back onto his cock, pinched your nose closed and pushed the back of your head down until your nose was buried into the soft spot above his cock. He made several shallow thrusts, drool dripped down his cock and balls as your throat constricted over and over again around the tip of his dick while you were struggled to breathe. Jisung looked down and realized you had one of your hands down your own pants riding and fucking yourself on your fingers as Jisung choked you with his cock. He pulled you off again and spit trailed from your fucked out face to the tip of his swollen red cock. You smirked up at him.

“Where do you want to cum Jisungie? Hmm?” You started stroking him with your free hand, your other still teasing and rubbing your clit. He bit his lip and whispered embarrassed.

“uhon your f...” You spit on his cock and started stroking him faster and harder.

“Sorry Sungie I can’t hear you baby. Where do you want to come?” You sucked on the tip of his dick as you continued to stroke him fast and hard, your warm wet tongue teasing. You stopped playing with your pussy and started gently playing with his balls.

“ON YOUR FACE! GOD PLEASE LET ME CUM ALL OVER YOUR PRETTY FUCKING FACE!” You spit on Jisung’s cock again and stroked him as fast as you could, two fingers from the hand playing with his balls followed a wet trail down until you were softly fingering his perineum. You aimed his dick at your face.

“Do it Ji paint my face with your cum baby.” The strangled moan that came from Jisung as he came almost made you climax untouched. A thick stripe of cum shot across your lips and nose, another across your cheek and one eye, another across your nose and forehead, more across your other eye, it pooled in your puckered lips as more stripes of his cum shot across your face. Your hand had crept back down into your pants again and you rubbed your throbbing wet cunt as you started to lick at the cum dripping down your face. Jisung helped wipe you off and once your face was clean again you stood and slumped back on the couch your legs spread wide.

“Look Sungie, you made such a mess.” Your hands trailed into your pants again and you played with your pussy. Jisung crawled on the floor on all fours and his face hovered over your warm cunt while you continued to tease and finger yourself.

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kairiscorner · 4 months

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while you were sleeping . . .

🍰 genre: fluff ~

💭 summary: at a late phone call session with your best friend yuuta okkotsu, you both admit to something that changes the world you both live in–it changes him, and he couldn't even begin to express how happy it makes him, how whole you make him.

🎧 song inspo: while you were sleeping by laufey

the young boy's evening routine of calling you every night for you before lights out at the dorms had a slight change in the air to it, maybe it was just another humid afternoon for him, or maybe it was just another chilly night for you.

either way, there was something enchanting about the minute you opened your camera and smiled, greeting him sleepily as the pull of fatigue from the day's events came to bring you to a world of slumber. yuuta grinned himself seeing you curled up under the covers, with you staring back at him with a bashful smile drawn on your face.

"is it cold there?" he asked you as you chuckled lightly under your breath, slowly nodding. "it's december already, so..." you mentioned in a gentle whisper that could barely be heard, but to yuuta, it was a firm reminder of how long he had been away from his home, from his friends, from... you.

his smile faltered a bit, and he looked away from your face when you pointed that out. "true, true. but, hey, it won't be long now; i'll come back before you know it, and, maybe then i can help you warm up. i'll buy you something, a nice coat, perhaps?" he mused, not exactly asking you, but picturing in his mind's eye what kinds of colors you'd like, were he to gift you a coat or a scarf, if you ever needed one.

you pressed your lips together and knitted your eyebrows, pouting at his notion of gifting you something. "not that i don't like gifts from you, i just... want you to know that, y'know, you coking home is enough, yuu," you mutter out that last bit, your eyes a bit downcast as yuuta, in turn, looks at you through the screen–a tint of red across his cheeks. he was always easy to fluster, despite his now aloof appearance.

"you think so?"

"i know so," you asserted, looking back to see his now flushed face, giggling in response. "yuu, what's wrong? is it warm over there?" "it... kinda got warm after what you said," he mumbled out, stumbling over his words as all he could think of right now was how excited you probably were to see him in person once more.

your eyes remained focused on him, and his eyes remained glued onto you–there was a palpable tension in the air between you two, but what yuuta was grateful for the most was that you thought of him, remembered him, noticed him an ocean away.

"yuuta," you whispered, the dark haired boy immediately turning to look at you, giving you his undivided attention. "yeah?" he asked, his eyes wide and his cheeks pink. you smiled wider as the heat in your cheeks worsened; how could your past self ever believe you were finally going to say this?

with a deep breath, you uttered, "...i've loved you for the longest time," and then, silence followed those words. those words suddenly parted the world that you two shared, the world that once marked your friendship, your camaraderie–but then, it changed it into something greater.

those words not only shifted what was once normal for you two, but also built a bridge between you both. your confession changed everything, and... for the first time in your life, you had no second thoughts, no regrets, and nothing else you wanted to keep hidden from him.

yuuta's mouth went dry and agape, his eyes widened once more, and the blush on his face reached up to the tips of his ears, down to the base of his neck. "r-really...?" he stammered out in a soft voice. only a person truly special to the boy would be capable of making him, a special grade sorcerer, embarrassed and flustered beyond all recognition. and it made you even shier, how sweet.

you nodded and covered your lips, a smile breaking out as you felt all giddy at his reaction. his open mouth slowly curved into a grin, then, into a full blown smile. he ran his mouth for a little while, asking you all sorts of questions in a matter of seconds.

why? when? how? he wanted to know... everything, and everything, he wanted to give you. yuuta had never been able to fully articulate it before, it was just so hard, to put a label on these sensations he felt whenever you talked to him, walked with him, or slept on call with him... it always felt different, but he could never really name it, until that morning for you–3:30 AM, while you slowly drifted to sleep, yuuta okkotsu had been enlightened.

yuuta okkotsu was in love with you.

yuuta loved you.

"th-this is... amazing! i-i can't, i can't believe it, i-i... i love you, t-too," he muttered, a dorky smile on his face. he didn't care if anyone saw him, looking like an idiot, grinning as he talked on the phone, all lovestruck and smitten for you. however, your response to him was an involuntary snore.

yuuta looked at the screen, and saw that... you slept. maybe talking at half past 3 in the morning wasn't a good idea, but hey, at least the whole world was yours for the night; and he loved it, every single second of you two being the only people in the world, even for a few minutes.

"...good night, dearest... i love you, okay?" he whispered as he smiled, beaming as he looked at your sleeping figure. he admired you every time you looked like this, wishing he could kiss you goodnight or tuck you in.

he swears, when he gets home, he'll treat you like the lover he wants to be; the lover you deserve, if you're willing to make it official and go the extra mile with him, hand in hand with him–because, while you were sleeping, yuuta had fallen head over heels for you once more.

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 10 months

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Venom

Pairings: father Miguel O’Hara x gn!teen!venom!reader, Venom x teen!reader

Imagine: what it would be like to be Miguel’s son and a spider-man along with venom, spider-venom? Idk guys

Warnings: mention of death, mention of parent death, mention of injuries, father Miguel O’Hara, idk what else, not proofread

A/N keep in mind the first part of this is before Gabriella died. Second I am aware that Miguel has a son somewhere out there in the comics, third don’t mind me referencing Moon Knight in some parts, lastly this is actually based on one of my ocs, but I made this fic x reader instead :)

Side note: I did imagine reader to be male (like my oc is) but I made it gn!reader so that everyone can read it

You lived on earth-TRN1042 (is that the name, it was when I searched it up, might be wrong tho), with you father Miguel O’Hara and your sister Gabriella O’Hara

Your canon event as tragic as it is was to watch as your father died — which would eventually lead you to become Spider-Man

You’d been bitten a few days prior and was still adjusting to the whole power thing

But we are getting ahead of ourselves, Here’s the thing Miguel (earth-928) lost his family on his earth and when he found out a way to go into other earths he found your earth. The one where he still had a happy family

His original plan was to just watch from afar, but when your father died, Miguel made the rash decision to take your fathers place, which didn’t go as smoothly as he thought, after all you had watched your father die

At first you thought you were going crazy when you first saw Miguel, apparently he’d been with your sister all day. You didn’t trust him one but, you knew for a fact your father was dead so when you saw him playing with Gabriella and her dolls you were in shock, you’d told Gabriella to go to her room, once she did the interrogation started, you’d felt your father take his last breath so you sure as hell would find out who this imposter was.

“Who are you?”

“I’m your father”

“No, no, no, no, I watched my father die, who are you?”

Miguel knew you wouldn’t stop your interrogation until you knew what was going on, this led to him giving you a long explanation about different earths, his family and everything in between, how he got his powers and literally his whole life story, only to ensure that you would let him stay, he wouldn’t stay against your wishes

You let him stay, not only because you knew what loss felt like, but you hadn’t told Gabriella yet and you didn’t know how you could tell her that her actual father was dead, and it would prove to be good to have an adult raise your little sister with you, so you let Miguel stay, eventually you saw him as your father too, Gabrielle being none the wiser when it came to her fathers true identity.

The first time you called Miguel “dad” or something alike, he was overjoyed

Miguel didn’t really enjoy you going out to beat bad guys up but he never told you not to, he knew why you did it so he never stopped you, and he used to do it so it would be kinda hypocritical of him to force you to stop, instead he’d be at home, and every time you snuck in through your window you could find Miguel in the living room ready to patch you up, telling you of every time for being reckless and getting hurt so many times

Don’t be offended when he calls you an “reckless idiot” (he’d probably say it in Spanish though) when you get home nearly half dead (Miguel might of overreacted a bit)

It was around this time when you started to get memory gaps from time to time, some fights you didn’t even remember how you defeated the enemy, and some days you woke up in an alleyway, (kinda like Steven in episode one of moon knight)

Before it all went to shit I’d like to think that Miguel gave up on the spider-man part of him and was just a single dad with his two kids working a boring job — not at Alcehmax, he won’t do that mistake again

You all lived rather peacefully for the most part, you’d help Gabriella get better at football/soccer, going to an ice cream shop every time after one of Gabriella’s matches, loss or win didn’t matter there was always ice cream after a match.

And then in a single day it all got taken away from you, in just a couple of minutes all you had ever known was gone

Your whole earth started to disappear along with the people in it, you’d been out on your daily spider-man patrols when it happened, you saw your father/Miguel running with Gabriella and so instead of trying to stop whatever was happening — or more like knowing you couldn’t stop it as you had no clue what it was — you went into the direction of your family.

And when your sister disappeared you didn’t know what to do anymore, Miguel at least able to think somewhat took your hand and soon enough you were on earth-928, and from a screen you watched as your dimension disappeared into nothingness

This left many questions and problems but the question you were mostly focused on was the fact that you hadn’t disappeared

Turns out the spider that bit you had bonded (idk if this works but it does now) with a symbiote — Venom — who was from another earth, and when the spider bit you, you’d not only gained spider-powers but Venom transferred over to you and the two of you bonded, this changed your DNA and caused you to be able to coexist on your own earth along with the earth that Venom was from (does this make sense ain’t got a single clue)

Turns out Venom hadn’t made an appearance (to your knowledge and Miguel’s) because he protected you whenever you couldn’t yourself, and all those memory gaps that you had was the times that Venom had taken over (you know kinda like Jake with Steven and Marc in Moon Knight)

Fast forward a bit and you’d joined the spider-society

You had learned to coexist with Venom, it took some time but it worked out in the end, at first people would think you were crazy as you yelled at nothing (except for you you were talking to Venom who was speaking inside your mind), a lot of spider-people stayed away from you not wanting to be near Venom as he is supposed to be a villain, but when they realized you were one of the good guys they stopped avoiding you and Venom

Venom would deny it to his grave but he is extremely protective over you, if anyone hurt you he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt/kill/eat them

Miguel also became way more protective, after he lost Gabriella he only had you left and he would only send you out on the easy missions — that is until you snuck out on one of their worsts missions and got hurt because no one else new you were there — cue Miguel letting you go on dangerous missions so that you wouldn’t sneak out again and possibly die, at leas if he knew where you were he could make sure you didn’t die.

Not only did Miguel become more grumpy and strict with all the rules, you also become a lot more grumpy as you grieved your sister, and friends

And then all the shit with Miles happened but that’s for part 2,3 (part 2 siding with Miles, part 3 siding with Miguel idk which will come out first)

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damiansgoodgirll · 5 months

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Hey Queen, I hope you could make my request ❤️

I would love to read rhea and r talking about how r never came and damian overhearing the conversation, the ending is up to you

i’m not sure i got the request right so i kinda made it up a little, hope you like it!

damian priest x reader

‼️smut but not really, but still…

i could show you if you give me the chance

“what you mean no man ever made you cum?” rhea asked slightly surprised.

“i mean no man ever made me cum…that’s simple rhea” you laughed and both entered the gym.

“but…how many boyfriends did you have?” she asked.

“two…”

“but for how long?”

“rhea…my first relationship i think it was one year and the last one probably around three years…we broke up one year ago…” you said fixing your hair.

“so you basically had four years of terrible sexual experiences” she said smirking at you.

you didn’t even remember how the conversation started, you were talking about survivor series and the next few minute you were talking about sex.

“yes, you made the point, can we talk about something else?” you almost begged her.

“but - how did you feel? like, you faked it for four years? and they never realised that?”

“apparently…” you whispered.

“and you never addressed the problem?”

“i did rhea…none of them listened…so i stopped and started pretending that i came…easier than i thought” you said.

“so you only came by yourself?”

“yes…me myself and i, can we please get on with training? i don’t even remember how this conversation started” you laughed.

“what conversation?” you heard a very familiar voice behind you. the man that always made your stomach upside down.

“nothing important” you smiled turning to face damian.

“y/n never had an orgasm” rhea said, not caring about your red and embarrassed face or damian’s look.

“that’s not true…”

“okay, let me rephrase it, y/n never came by a man’s hand…her exes were dickheads and never made her cum” rhea said proudly.

damian’s face was priceless. he was between shocked and amused.

your face was just shocked at rhea’s audacity.

“i think i should go back to training…” he whispered, slightly uncomfortable.

“you can train with us….i mean i need to talk to dom about some things, you could help her” rhea suggested before leaving you alone with damian.

the situation was awkward. he smiled at you but never spoke. you did the same. it was just the two of you glancing a few smiles in and there.

after about ten minutes he decided to break the ice.

“so it’s true?” he asked a little curious.

“about what?”

“a man never made you cum?” he whispered, respecting your privacy.

“yes it’s true…”

“i don’t mean to make you uncomfortable so stop me if i talk to much…but really? like, i get it, maybe not everyone is good in bed but not even with their fingers, or tongue?”

“well…they kinda skipped the first part, and nope, no one ever went down on me, so i really don’t know what to say about that” you were sweating.

damian couldn’t believe of what you were saying. if he had the chance he would spend days and nights between your legs, making them shake and convulse around his head. all he wanted to do was to make you cum so many times that you had to beg him for him to stop.

“their loss…” he smirked helping you with the weights “if you were my girlfriend i would fucking rip you in two…you’ve never been with a real man y/n…those were only boys”

your jaw was slightly open to what he just said. you and damian always had this kind of friendship that was way more than friendship but none of you ever spoke or did something about. it was all in the looks you gave each other.

“i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” damian whispered when he saw you a little shocked.

“no it’s not that…it’s just, sometimes i wonder what it would feel like you know? i feel like i’m the problem, maybe there something wrong with me” you thought out loud.

“hermosa, nothing is wrong with you…you just didn’t find the person who was really interested in making you feel pleasure too…you know what?” he whispered near your ear, making you shiver “i could show you if you give me the chance” and that was all you needed to hear because one second you were in the gym with damian and co. and the second after you were laying naked in damian’s bed.

everything was new.

the way he cared about you, the way he wanted you to feel good.

the way he was kissing you. it wasn’t forced. it was sweet, slow and sensual, like you’ve been doing this for a while.

the way his hands roamed over your naked body, touching you from your neck to teasing your already sensitive nipples. to his thumb slowly tracing your clit, making you feel euphoric like you’ve never felt before. nothing was rushed, he was taking his time with you. the way his fingers slowly pumped into you, finding in just a few moves the spot that make you go crazy. the way his lips were kissing and biting your thighs, leaving red marks all over your skin. it was all new for you and you couldn’t wish it in any other way. his soft praises, calling you a good girl, taking to you in spanish, along with all the other sensations you were feeling was enough to make you cum. and this time for real.

“be mine?” he asked, gently biting your neck, helping you from your post orgasm. your mascara was all smudged under your eyes as tears were slowly falling “be mine hermosa and i could have you in this state every single night…” he licked the bruises he just left all over your collarbone.

“okay…” you whispered.

he smiled, seeing how tired you were. he proudly smiled at you, showing you that there was nothing wrong with you, you just needed to find someone who appreciated you.

you felt loved and appreciated by a man for the very first time in your life and if that was how you were supposed to feel, you definitely weren’t going to lose damian at all.

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angel-of-the-moons · 7 months

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hi!! i’ve recently been struggling with my eating disorder, and i was wondering if you could do a hobie x gf!reader where reader is having a really hard time eating and he comforts her and helps her eat? lots of physical touch and words of affirmation if possible - and if this req is uncomfy i get it !!

Awww hon I hope this helps you feel a bit better!

Let Them Eat Cake (Or Something)

Soft!Hobie x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Eating Disorders/Anorexia, hints of depression, bullying, some mental trauma, back at it again with the fluffy bullshit (Hobie also makes an inappropriate promise but nothing is detailed lol)

A/N: I myself struggle with eating disorders brought on by financial strains and mental issues (still do) so I totally understand this kinda thing!

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It was the little things Hobie did to take care of you that most people probably couldn't imagine someone of his niche to do.

Things like peeling off the nutrition labels to things you'd buy at the grocery store so you couldn't stress over the calories (or lack thereof), buying those meal replacer shakes for you to try when you didn't want to eat; hovering over (respectfully) when you prepared your meals, saying little things to encourage you to fill your plate more.

"Ay, you should try this. Saw it online and heard it tastes pretty good with that, yeah?"

"Jus' a bit more, I can still see some on ya plate there. Almost done and it's less stuff wasted, right?"

He would even call or text you to eat one of the little snack baggies he'd prepped you full of healthy snacks. Even if it wasn't a full meal, helping you eat throughout the day brought him peace of mind so he wouldn't worry about you wasting away.

He'd read up on eating disorders and didn't like it one bit, so he devoted half his time with you around meals more focusing on you, even while he scarfed down his own portions.

Hobie had an insane metabolism, it was like he was constantly eating something in some way or another to keep himself going, and at some point you'd joked he had a black hole for a gullet.

But still, he would watch you out of the corner of his eye, taking your little mouse nibbles here and there, sipping your drink...

He knew that bringing it up front would only upset you, so he'd do little things to distract you from your thoughts of your food. He'd play little games with you. Like 20 questions. If you got one wrong, you'd have to eat another bite of your food. It would continue like that until your food was gone and you didn't realize it.

A punk with a heart of gold, Hobie Brown was. Though he'd never admit it out loud, even the members of his band would snort and laugh at how soft he was with you; though they understood completely why.

Today, you and Hobie went out for lunch, and you two attracted more than a few curious glances at your contrast in styles when you sat down to order. People just loved to stare, didn't they?

You idly played with your chips, pushing them around on your plate, your chicken sandwich sitting with just a few bites taken out of it.

"Ay, luv. Eyes bigger than your stomach, again?" Hobie asked, sipping his pop.

"Yeah... I just didn't think there'd be so much of it. I just..." You sigh, feeling defeated.

You'd had this problem since you were barely a teenager, and it only got worse after time. At least you stopped making yourself vomit up all your food.

You remember how badly it went when your mother caught you doing that.

In truth, you only started starving because... well. In school you were always insulted by the "prettier" girls. You'd always assumed you were pretty too, that's what your parents and relatives would always say. But being in the face of a gaggle of obnoxiously made-up girls rag on you in the lavatory, in gym class, or lunch... the pressure to be "thin" was hammered into you. If you looked like them, they would leave you alone.

And from there it went. You'd tried dating before, but none of your partners ever took care of you. Hell, one of them practically encouraged it and showed you diet pills online. You broke it off pretty quick after that.

Hobie was honestly the first to not automatically suggest you get locked in a mental ward, or just force yourself to scarf portions that were too much for your shrunken stomach to handle. Hobie was gentle and sweet, understanding with you.

Like he was right now.

"Well we can box it up and you can toast it up for later, alright?" He suggested.

His own plate was empty and your still practically full one wasn't lost on him. But he knew that directly pointing at the elephant in the room would only upset you.

His boot nudged your foot under the table and he gave you a smile, his eyes lighting up.

"Yeah.... yeah I can do that." You smile back sheepishly, letting Hobie flag down the server so he could pay (his treat, after all) and get you a to-go box.

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Later that night, Hobie had reheated some leftovers from the night previous and toasted your chips and sandwich for you to finish off again; because ugh, nobody enjoyed soggy microwaved chicken and chips. And if they did they were a complete loon.

You sat snuggled up on the sofa, your food in your lap as Hobie's characteristically empty plate lay on the coffee table next to his propped up feet as the program droned on the television in front of you.

His hand rubbed your arm lazily up and down in a soothing motion as his eyes flicked down to your plate.

"You gon'a finish that, luv?" He hummed softly, kissing the top of your head.

"I..." You sighed down at the plate in your hands.

"'S all right." He mumbled into your hair. "But ya do worry me, baby. How about this... if you finish your food.... hm."

He looked at the ceiling and you could tell that he was faking thinking of something serious.

You knew it especially when he gave you a cocky smirk.

"If you finish your food, I'll do that thing you really like, for you, eh?"

"Hobie!" You snort, rolling your eyes at him.

"Oh? Not what you want, hm? How about..." He tapped his chin with his free hand, once again making a grand gesture of "deep" thought.

"Fine fine... how about we go to that li'le art museum you've been goin' on about?"

Your eyes light up and you look at him.

"Really?"

"Yep! Really. But only if you finish your food." He put a finger under your chin and kissed your nose.

"And eat breakfast tomorrow."

"Deal!"

Hobie smiled to himself as you tore into your food with motivation.

Being Spider-Man didn't always mean fighting the oppressive regime they were stuck with. It wasn't always about thwarting criminals in the streets.

Sometimes it was about coming home and making sure his girlfriend had enough to eat.

And that was plenty for him.

#answered #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x reader #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader

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erospandemos · 7 months

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Exam stress

Minnie x Reader

Length: 2.1k

Nicha notices how hard you're studying and gives you comfort for the exhaustion.

Note: Minnie's real name is Nicha Yontararak

Dedicated to @svndaysaweek

You were sitting on your desk, frowning, with a hand on your face to prevent exhaustion from planting your nose flat on the desk. Your eyes were burning, your eyelids felt heavy, your back was giving up on you, and the engines inside your brain were too filled with rust to function properly.

Late-night study sessions were the norm for most students, especially if the competition was high. But it was all easy and done with the help of a coffee and the incoming threat. The problem was doing it for a week straight. At this point, coffee didn’t work anymore and the only thing keeping you awake was pure willpower. You knew the finals were near and you were terrified, you couldn’t stop now.

Nicha knew something was wrong. She briefly wondered if it was just her impression but really she just noticed all those minor differences in your behavior—you started talking to her less, compressing your conversations into tiny paragraphs, your movements got more sluggish, and your brightness seemed to fade away.

She wasn’t worried about you cheating, losing feelings, and whatnot. Her first guess was your health. But then she remembered what you told her weeks ago: “Nicha, the finals are coming so I’ll have to study a lot more. Sorry, I’ll make up for it when they’re finished, okay?”

Nicha walked down the corridor and into your room.

“Baby…how’s the studying going?” she asked softly, barely touching your shoulder. “I know math makes you feel like you want to rip your eyes out…”

You didn’t answer at first. You didn’t really hear her—it took you a moment to register her voice.

“Hey, sweetheart? How’s it going? Definitely see more writing in that notebook…” Nicha made another attempt, putting her head closer to you to look at your desk.

It was because you turned around and looked at Nicha, that you finally noticed the dark sky out of the window and realized how late it was. She looked at you, a bit surprised at your furious eyes and crooked frown. Your expression wasn’t as contorted as it looked, but the dark circles stepped it up a notch.

“Why are you looking at me like that…?” she whispered with hesitation.

You let out a loud growl, turning around and ripped away a page of your notebook. Whatever. You didn’t need those, they came out all wrong anyways. You were going insane. You studied math all afternoon: you got most of them right at the start but as time went on, you kept making more mistakes and now they were all wrong. What was even more frustrating was how stupid the errors were.

“Oh, oh, okay. Erm…baby?” Nicha stumbled, trying to find the right words.

You sighed and shoved your face in your hand for the nth time to scrap the tiredness out of your skin.

“Sweetheart, are you…are you mad at ME? If I need to give you space, I will, I just…”

“No, no, it’s not you Nicha,” you finally spoke up.

“No? Okay. Are you frustrated?”

“Yeah… sorry, Nicha, I kinda snapped. It all kinda stacked up—the exercises look impossible, studying the same subjects for days is so tiring, the news of the test are making more and more scared, I really need to study more, to get more of them right, I—”

“It’s okay baby,” she shut you up, placing a hand on your nape. You closed your lips and listened to her voice. If it wasn’t for her, you’d just be raging even more and tire yourself uselessly. “You don’t have to explain—I get it. Math wasn’t my….best subject either.”

“There’s this thing where I need to compute this thing and I need all sort of tricks. I probably have to see it like a convolution or something…”

“Uhhh… What the hell is that?” Nicha’s honest reply made you chuckle. Your words really sounded absurd.

“That sounds super complicated. And by the looks of those weird things on your laptop, it is. Who invented this shit?”

“We all have to do it though,” you said, defeated.

Nicha sighed. “No, no, you’re right. But why don’t we come up with a plan for this, hmm? You’re just studying for hours on end without rest, it surely won’t be effective.” Nicha took your hand and pulled you up from your chair, pulling you to the bed. You didn’t say anything and followed her. She sat down against the wall and back hugged you like a huge stuffed animal, keeping you warm and comfy.

“So how much stuff do you have to know for this exam?”

“Well, I have language first with all the reading, literature and writing. Then math, the basics are okay but then there is calculus, probability and geometry, which is so hard. Then there are the other subjects like physics, geography and history—I think it’s manageable, I just have to memorize.”

“Mhmm. Okay. And how much time do you have before the exam?”

“Next month,” you said and buried your face on your knees from desperation. Nicha noticed it and hugged you tighter, placing her hands under your chest and keeping her body glued to your back. For a moment, your muscles relax and all the built up stress dissipated. You let her cuddle you, which she was really enjoying.

“Starting studying early. Good job, so let’s divide this up…”

“8-10 hours a day should be good.”

“No, no. Baby that’s too much for one day.”

“It’s the bare minimum, Nicha, I won’t be able to remember anything if I don’t—”

“Don’t argue with me. You already know it’s not going to work. Look at you, you can barely stand up, you’ll end up in the hospital before you can even attend the test. You have to sleep and get rest or the subjects will just drip out of your ears and you will forget them.”

“I need to study more.”

“I KNOW you need to study,” Nicha sighed. “Baby, you’ve been going for so long I bet you’re not even retaining any information right now. You’re just making yourself more frustrated.”

“I guess you’re right, maybe that’s why I am making so many mistakes… I’m a bit sleepy actually.”

Nicha raised her face and looked at the clock. 1 AM. “…jeez, baby. You little sneak! You distracted me. I had NO idea it was THIS late. You need to sleep.”

Before you could say anything, your stomach spoke for you, letting out a low rumble. You blushed and shrinked in Nicha’s embrace. She just chuckled at your action but immediately turned serious, pinching her eyebrows. “You haven’t eaten dinner yet, did you?”

“No…” you said quietly.

“You damn— fine, let’s go eat something. There are still some cup noodles in the drawer.” Nicha got up, and jumped off the bed. Feeling her warmth leave your back was a bit disheartening but you really had to go eat because the hunger was killing you. As soon as you stepped down the bed, you felt light-headed, realizing Nicha was right and you pushed yourself too hard.

Your girlfriend was already putting water in the boiler and taking the cups out.

You smiled and looked at her, slowly stepping into the kitchen. She looked so focused on getting everything. Her big t-shirt flowing around, matching her striped long pyjama pants, she looked comfy with her hair tied up in a messy bun.

You were lucky to have her caring for you.

When this hell was over, you’ll have to find a good date place and really spoil her.

“Hey, don’t just stand there, come help me.”

“I’m coming,” you said and followed her.

As the kettle finally clicked off, signaling the water was ready, Nicha held the cups steady. You carefully poured the hot water into each cup, the steam rising in a warm, fragrant cloud. The noodles quickly softened. You closed the lids, after putting in the seasoning mix, and waited for a few moments.

Nicha got the kimchi out and placed some plump pieces of cabbage on a plate.

You tried to ask her about her day but Nicha was more focused on you and wanted you to rant, at least for now. She insisted on asking more about you and gave you time to think and speak. She looked at you with a smile, her eyes didn’t leave you for even one second.

“School is so stressful… and although everyone tells me it will be better in uni, I don’t really believe them.”

“Oh, I know, I know. I know school is so stressful. It’s like a full-time job you’re not getting paid for.”

“If I can get a good score, I’ll get into a good uni. Only then, I’ll be able to rest.”

“I know your studies are important to you. And I’m really proud of you for that. You worked really hard and I can’t be anything else but proud. But frankly, it makes me a little sad when you hole yourself up to study all the time instead of going out from time to time.”

“I’m sorry for disappointing you,” you confessed.

“No, no, I’m not disappointed. I love you the way you are. I know you still care about me and I always see it. Whenever you can, you always buy food for me, you listen to all the bullshit I have to say, your messages…” Nicha stopped herself before she’d get lost in her ranting. “I’m not going to tell you that grades aren’t important because I know it’s really important for you, but I just hope you don’t get too lose in your studies and forget about yourself.”

You finished your noodles by distracting yourself with jokes and stories, Nicha always had something interesting to say. You didn’t go outside much these days and neither did your friends because of the preparation for the exam, so you could only tell her about what you saw on the internet but you could still make her laugh.

You took turns to brush your teeth and wash your face in the bathroom, while Nicha was putting everything away. You walked to your desk and looked at the notebook. Just one quick look won’t do you any harm, you could look at the notes once more to make sure they really sticked. You sat down and flipped through the pages back to the start.

When Nicha entered the room, she yelled, “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“I’m just… I’m just reviewing a little bit. I’m not going to study anymore,” you said with guilt, the guilt of someone that just betrayed the person that trusted you the most.

“I just saw you yawn. We both know you wanna sleep.”

Nicha got a hold of you between her arms to convince you to get up. You tried to resist but she was so persistent that you couldn’t resist much longer. You quickly put everything away and went on the bed, with Nicha joining you.

Her hair flowed gently over her shoulders, and her eyes radiated warmth and tenderness as she looked at you. Sensing your need for comfort, the girl extended an inviting hand. You accepted the gesture, and you moved closer, sitting down on the edge of the bed, facing each other.

Their eyes locked, and the girl gently wrapped her arms around the boy, pulling him close into an embrace. Their bodies molded perfectly together, and the world seemed to disappear as you held each other. Everything that happened that week and everything that worried you about the future. She could feel the tension in our body, the weight of your worries, and she knew she needed to help you.

She began to softly whisper sweet nothings into his ear, her breath warm against his skin. "I’m really proud of you," she murmured, her voice like a gentle lullaby. "You're stronger than you know, and I care about you more than words can express."

As they cuddled, the girl's fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, moving with a gentle, rhythmic motion. Each stroke seemed to wash away a bit of your worries, replacing them with a sense of security and belonging. She pressed tender kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, and finally, your lips, conveying her love and affection without the need for words.

With each passing moment, your tension gradually melted away, and you began to relax in the girl's arms. Her comforting embrace and loving words acted as a soothing balm. And the weight on your back finally slipped away.

You laid on the bed with her and slowly started to drift away until you fell asleep.

THE END

Written, 24 September 2023

#fluff #kpop fluff #kpop #g idle #minnie #g idle minnie #g idle fluff #minnie fluff

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friccafracc · 14 days

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DROP THE FIC OR IM COMING FOR YOUR KNEECAPS

ALRIGHT OK BUT I NEED IT TO BE KNOWN THAT I HAVENT WRITTEN ANYTHING SERIOUSLY SINCE HIGHSCHOOL OK

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“Something is after me. I know it is, I’ve seen it. It looks like a man, but I know that it’s not. It…. It’s face is like a mockery of something human- like- like if you asked someone who has never seen a human to draw or model a person’s face, their smile. No… I don’t think any human would be able to get it that wrong.”

“And I’m not crazy, alright? God, y’all probably get that a lot here, don’t you? You people specialize in crazy. Not that I’m anyone to judge anymore, given the shit I went through before coming out here. I didn’t even know a place like this existed outside the Usher Foundation. I just…there’s some weird, crazy shit out there I guess, and when I heard about y’all, I figured I should probably pay a visit. At least let someone know before I die.”

“I know I’m gonna die.”

“I suppose I should start from the beginning. My name is Joshua Nelson, I’m originally from the States–Memphis Tennessee. Now, if there’s one thing you should know about Memphis, it’s that nobody in their right mind should EVER move there on their own accord, ‘cause you’ll either get mugged or stalked or both. I was born and raised there, so I never really got the choice during the formative years of my life. I’ve learned to live with it, though.”

“I worked retail in a gas station before…well, everything. It was a shithole. The kind of building where, no matter how hard you scrubbed and no matter how much bleach you used, the stains and smell of smoke would never leave. Instead just…mingled with the citrus of the chemicals. It paid the bills, though, and I was never witness to a robbery, so I couldn’t complain too much. The customers were docile and if I noticed anyone shoplifting, I kept it to myself. I wasn’t getting paid enough to give a damn.”

“We had regulars that would come in on a schedule and regulars that wouldn’t. People who were just passing through the city or visiting family or friends. You get all types in that kinda place, and if you’re placid enough to any asshole who’s having a bad day, everyone gets along just fine. There were a couple of regulars who were friendly enough, though, that I remember their names. Miss Kelly was an older woman, short and heavyset–she was one of the friendlier ones. We’ve got a lot of talkers in the south and boy did she make sure I knew every exact reason for what her kids were getting up to, or what was going on in a reality show she was hooked on at the time.”

“George Michael, a thin man in his 40s, maybe, always came in whenever he needed a new pack of cigarettes, I think he was a chain-smoker, cause he was in there a lot.”

“And then…then there was Hunter. Now Hunter was a younger man, maybe college age. A little older than that? Poor bastard was hooked on something, that much anyone could tell. He was gaunt, a little twitchy, you know, telltale signs of drug abuse. I could never tell what specifically he was on, but then again, it was never my business to know. I treated him the same as every other customer, we all knew he wasn’t gonna cause any harm, he usually came in for food, chips and hotdogs and stuff and he never caused a fuss.”

“I think… I think Hunter is dead.”

“One day he came in, I think it was a Wednesday or something cause it was slow that afternoon, and he burst through the door. Well–maybe not burst, but he came in the building like he was racing to get indoors first before someone else. The guy was usually jittery and, I’ll admit, a little shifty usually, but this was full blown paranoia. It startled me at first, his intensity, and he made a b-line towards the back of the store and ducked behind one of the shelves. Maybe not duck completely like ducking for cover, but it was obvious he was hiding. It almost made me expect the police or some drug lord to come storming through the door, but nobody else came.”

“Hunter stayed pacing in the building for a good 20 or 30 minutes, periodically lifting his head to crane his neck and peer out the window or the glass of the door. I checked once or twice as well, but if someone was out there, I didn’t see them. Eventually the guy calmed down enough to buy something and when he approached the counter with his bag of Doritos he looked almost like he was going to be sick.”

“I asked him if everything was alright, but he just shook his head and left.”

“I didn’t see him again for another week or two after that. Obviously I assumed the worst. I theorized that someone was after him and when he didn’t show up when he usually did it was more than enough to confirm my suspicions. Be it cops or some random person on the street, I couldn’t decide which fate would be worse, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel for the guy at least a little bit.”

“Hunter was almost completely out of my mind when I saw him again. I was surprised. By all accounts, it didn’t look like anything had changed about him. Maybe aside from the fact that his posture was way better than it usually was when I saw him, but other than that, nothing was out of the ordinary.”

“Business went on as usual and when he came up to the till with a liter of coke, I offered him a ‘Welcome Back’ and rang him up.”

“When I turned back to him, he was smiling. For some reason it was like a pit opened in the bottom of my stomach. I couldn’t understand why, though. It looked like Hunter–patchy, unkempt stubble, greasy hair, thin face, sunken eyes. His appearance had never bothered me before, so I was struck with confusion that mixed in with the undefinable, sudden sense of dread.”

“‘Thank you,’ he said as I handed him his change. And he walked out the door. It sounded like Hunter, too.”

“Hunter returned the next day, and the next. Each time he was polite and quiet, and each time he smiled when I rang him up. I counted his teeth. They were straight and flat. When I counted mine in the mirror when I smiled, I saw 17 or 18. Hunter’s counted 24.”

“Maybe he has a dental problem that I didn’t notice until now, I told myself. Human bodies are weird. Sometimes you have more teeth than usual.”

“The fourth day he came in a row, I saw his eyes and his pupils were…swollen, is the only way I can describe them. I know what people’s eyes look like when they’re high. This was not that. It was like they almost swallowed up his irises completely, and they were dull. Dull in the sense that the fluorescents overhead did nothing to cast any reflections onto them. It made me want to writhe and squirm whenever he looked at me.”

“I called in sick the fifth day. I knew Hunter would be back in that gas station to see me. I knew it was to see me. And I knew that thing. That..whatever it was. It wasn’t Hunter.”

“I guess a part of me was always dreading that day. I had always heard stories about people being stalked from friends of friends. It was only a matter of time before it happened to me, right?”

“I saw Hunter at the grocery store the next day, posture straight and face split open into that smile with too many teeth. I didn’t have the mind to be polite. I turned completely around and walked the other way, trying to fool myself thinking that he hadn’t seen me. I kept a pocket knife on me after that encounter. I probably should have been before, but hindsight is always 20/20.”

“Each time I saw him after that, it was worse. On the street to my apartment, his eyes were too wide and his grinning mouth was slightly agape. A crude facsimile of delight as I rushed past him. I stopped going into work when I started to spot him everywhere I went. Every destination no matter how far or random, he was there, grinning at me. He knew where I lived, that I had no doubt. So I went to a friend’s one night hoping to throw him off. Maybe I could move out and lose him. Lord knows I didn’t have the money to break my lease early, but I was desperate.”

“My friend suggested I call the police, but for some reason I was convinced that wouldn’t help. Cops usually only made things worse in that town, and I had a sinking feeling going that route would only waste my time.”

“The final straw was the second night I was crashing on my friend’s couch. I was exhausted, the past few weeks spent sleepless and paranoid and I was ready to finally pass out when I heard a light, rhythmic tapping on the window behind my head.”

“It’s just the wind, I thought to myself. A tree branch or something scraping against the glass. The exhaustion was completely gone, my pounding heart and pumping adrenaline overpowering any lame excuse that I would be stupid enough to be reassured by.”

“I didn’t move from where I lay. Tap. Tap. Tap. Came through the window once again.”

“I don’t know why I laid there for so long, unmoving, convinced that if I didn’t turn around, whatever it was outside would lose interest and leave. I really, really wanted it to leave.”

“I lay still for what felt like hours, every muscle in my body wound up and tense and ready to leap into action at any given opportunity. I was praying the opportunity would never come.”

“I don’t know how long it was when the tapping ceased, but it was long before I finally managed to relax. It seemed like my strategy worked. What an idiotic thing to think. Like I was a child hiding from an imaginary monster in the dark. Like the logic of not giving a stalker any attention so it would go away was sound. No. I think it was that false hope that landed me in this situation.”

“Because when that tapping came again, I wasn’t prepared to turn around. But I did. I turned around and what I saw in the darkness through that glass was… I don’t know what it was. I know it had eyes and teeth. It was grinning, but its teeth stretched well beyond what would be the borders of its face. God, I couldn’t see its face. I knew it was Hunter, though. It had those same lightless eyes that stared back at me every time I closed my own. Dead and dark and dull and staring at me–eating at me, wide and gleeful and spilling into the shadow that I could only assume was a part of the creature, itself. Its form took up nearly the entirety of the window, blocking the outside world. It didn’t move.”

“I screamed. I screamed and closed the curtains and I hid. This woke my friend of course, and she came stumbling out of her room, looking bleary but alert. I tried to signal to her not to go to the window or do anything or to call the police. Thankfully she got the message and the cops were there within the hour.”

“They didn’t find anything. Or anyone, for that matter. I left out the…the monster bit, because I assumed it might land me somewhere I really didn’t want to go.”

“They were about as helpful as I thought they would be. Told me to call them again if I noticed any suspicious activity.”

“I booked my flight here that very night. I wasn’t going to stay in that goddamn city with whatever the HELL that thing was. I don’t want to end up like Hunter. I don’t want it to wear my skin.”

“It will, though. I know it will and it scares me more than anything in the world. And I know I can’t escape it, either.”

“It followed me here. I saw it. It was still grinning at me and it was still. Wearing. Hunter’s. Skin. The shadow that was cast over it made it so I could only see the whites of it’s eyes....its teeth.”

“I don’t want to die.”

#txt #oc fic #tma sona #tma oc #avatar of the stranger #ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE WRITTEN FIC...PLS BE NICEYS

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a-aexotic · 1 year

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One where rafe and reader can’t stop messing around even though they are in a relationship with other people.? Only if you want to write it🥺

hey love! this was so fun…. should i make it into a series LMFAO?? 🫣💀

taglist: @eli-yeah @hallecarey1 @midnightsgetawaycar @vigilanteshitposting

cw’s: fwb (kinda), being the second choice, cheating, crying, angst??, lying, lmk if i missed anything!

It wasn’t right: what you and Rafe were doing wasn’t right. Then why did it feel so good? It didn’t make sense.

You were usually a goody-two shoes; it was your best quality but it was your worst as well. Wanting to do the right thing was a good quality to have but it wasn’t exactly fun. It got you awards, praises from parents wishing that they you were their child and it got you scholarships. Little did they know, Outer Bank’s golden child had a messy secret.

You were dating the Kook Academy’s famous Quarterback, Noah Yanis. You had been dating him since 8th grade, your parents had planned your relationships since you were born. You and Noah were the It couple in Outer Banks; everyone thought you were endgame. Your parents planned every aspect of your relationship. Your anniversary, first date, engagement and wedding; it was perfect. He’d given you a promise ring a few months into dating and after that, it was never genuine. It was never really genuine, though.

Noah was sweet and smart, everything a girl would want. Not only was he nice, he was tall and had a dreamy face. Every Kook wanted to be him or be with him, so why didn’t you? Your relationship was supposed to be picture-perfect; but that’s all it was, surface level and shallow. Your feelings weren’t real; you weren’t even really in love, you could barely stand him at times.

It was all an act; your love for Noah was anything but genuine, it was all for show. You wore Noah's jersey at his games and he got you flowers when you got a good grade but it was all for public approval. In private, he never spoke to you and it was just silent, no speaking.

In the beginning, you wanted him to like you. At first, he did. It slowly faded into slight resentment because he couldn't go after the girls he genuinely wanted. You've always wanted his love, ever since you started dating.

It was supposed to picture perfect -- your personalized fairytale love story. You were a romantic by default and you thought even if it was fake, it could turn into something real. But that only happens in books.

You slowly started to resent him as well, he never satisfied you in any way. When you hung out, he never talked to you. He was always on the game, headset on as he screamed at the screen whilst you sat on his bed, bored. That's what really happened behind closed doors.

Noah didn't even try to get to know you. If someone asked him to tell them your favorite color, he wouldn't have the slightest idea. Your favorite flower, or book, or even TV show, Noah wouldn't know.

Your friends were all surface level, too. They wouldn't have the slightest idea, as well. That was all you craved though, someone to truly see you for you. You were sure you've never had a true best friend, too.

That's probably why you were so addicted to Rafe Cameron.

You still remember the first night he had truly touched you. It was your 17th birthday and it was an important birthday because of Mamma Mia. Your birthday was Mamma Mia themed, of course - it was supposed to be perfect.

It was supposed to be perfect. Noah ruined it, of course. He had brought the wrong cake and that was just the beginning. He got shitfaced and spilled wine all over your white dress.

You ran outside and no one had followed you. Rafe watched as you walked out of your own party, your supposed best friend not even noticing.

He went after you and comforted you. It was unlike Rafe, to care about someone's feelings. But he saw himself in you, your hurt expression as the people who were supposed to care for you most, ignore you.

Your tear stained face, puffy eyes and red stained dress was a sad sight for Rafe. You were supposed to be the Golden child of OBX, how could no one care about you?

That was the first thing Rafe realized about you. You two were more similar than he thought.

He sat with you outside, listening to you pour your heart out to him; someone who she maybe had talked to, three times this past year. You were obviously a little wasted but it didn't matter, you genuinely felt that way. And he empathized with you because he related to what you were saying.

After your rant, you couldn't help but embrace him. He was tense at first but melted into the hug; he hadn't felt such a soft touch since his mother had passed away.

As you pulled away and he saw your defected expression, he couldn't help but lean in for a kiss. And that was how it all began.

"Noah's birthday is tomorrow, are you doing anything with him?" Your mother asked as she unloaded the dishwasher. You were sitting on the island, eating some yogurt and the sudden mention of Noah made your appetite go away.

You and Noah hadn't talked about any plans besides the party he was having. "Not sure. Uh, it depends but I know he's having a party."

She smiled at that. "Are you planning it?"

"No, he didn't plan mine so why should I plan his?" You snapped, rudely. Your mother was taken aback at your sudden flare up, making you sigh.

"I know, Y/N, but it's his 18th. That's an important birthday, he's an adult now." Your mother reasoned as she put back the dishes.

"If you care so much, why don't you do it?"

Your mother tensed up angrily as she sighed and slammed the dishwasher. "Y/N, watch your tongue. There's no need to get all emotional."

You huffed before getting down from the island. You glared at your mother, crossing your arms as you decided to go to your room.

Noah's birthday wasn't important because obviously, yours wasn't to him. He ruined yours and you were crushed but you didn't even get an apology after. His birthday was meaningless to you.

As you got to your room, you closed your room and huffed dramatically as you got on your bed. You closed your eyes. You had gotten Noah the cologne he wanted and that was far more than what he deserved.

You didn't know how you were going to deal with Noah forever because your parents are hellbent about you getting married to him. Why doesn't even it matter? He's not that important, anyway.

The only reason why they want you two to get married is so you can be an important role in OBX society. Noah was going to inherit his father's business after college and it's worth more than anything else on this island. So if you marry him, you're 1. going to play an important role as Noah's wife and 2. you're going to be filthy rich.

You know your parents meant well but you weren't happy and neither was Noah. If they force you two to get married at their will, they're setting them up for a life of unhappiness.

You heard the text message ding and were drawn out of your thoughts. You opened your phone and saw Rafe's little icon and your lips morphed into a smile.

rafe 🍃💫 u left ur swimsuit here

rafe 🍃💫 thought u might need it since ur going swimming later

You had forgot that you were going swimming with your friends later that day. You were glad Rafe had reminded you, you knew your friends loved to hold stupid grudges.

Your face heated up at the mention of your clothes being at his house; it had been a normal thing now but you still blushed childishly. You spent most nights at his house, now that you think about it, but he still made you feel a certain way. A way that Noah never did.

You felt guilty but that all melted away the moment his lips move against yours, because for once you're doing something for your own will and not anyone else's.

You quickly replied to message.

y/n 😍🤭 okay, i'll swing by later to pick it up

y/n 😍🤭 thanks for reminding me i almost forgot ab it 🥰

Rafe replied as quickly as you did.

rafe 🍃💫 ofc goregous

rafe 🍃💫 i'll see u at noah's party tmr?

y/n 😍🤭 yea sadly 🤢

rafe 🍃💫 im dreading it too, dw

rafe 🍃💫 only upside is that im seeing u 😤

You blushed at his statement. Before you could reply, you heard a knock at your door. "Come in."

You were expecting your mother to come in but it was Noah. Your mood immediately changed and you tried your best not to frown. Noah came in, all sweaty from his practice. He sat down on your bed and you sighed.

"Noah, I'm gonna need to change my sheets now, they're going to be drenched in your sweat." Your face morphed into a disgusted expression as he brushed it off.

"It's fine, Y/N. Anyway, you going swimming with Mar later?" Her nickname rolled off his tongue so easily and you couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

Marissa, or Mar, is Noah's best friend. She also considered herself yours, as well but after your birthday, you've considered her Noah's friend rather than yours.

She only really liked Noah and it was obvious she liked him. She throws herself at him and acts like the most annoying person when he's around. She wasn't always like that; at some point, she was your best friend but that all changed when you and Noah started dating.

Noah surprisingly actually really likes her, so you have deal with her. He actually seems to like her more than you at times, and that is enough to deal with in it of itself.

Long story short, Mar is a bitch.

"Yeah, she practically forced me." You mumbled as you got up from your bed, your phone slipping from your hands onto the bed. Noah laughed.

"You know she means well." No I don't, actually. "It's going to be fun, though."

Your phone rings before you could reply and you brushed it off, thinking it was maybe one of your friends. You walked into your bathroom, getting a hairbrush.

"Why is Rafe Cameron texting you?"

Your heart dropped. You were glad you had your text previews off because god help you if Noah had read that message, no matter what it said.

"Uh, he knows a good dealer so I'm getting you a present. Another one." You lied. Noah was a little suspicious but as you walked over to him, he put your phone down. You swallowed down a sigh of relief.

"Okay, good. Can you bring the weed to Mar's?"

You blinked. You didn't have any weed, neither did Rafe (at the moment). "Uh, sure."

He smiled and got up, giving you chaste kiss on the lips. You were taken aback.

"Thanks, babe." He walked out of your room as you stood there, dumbfounded and now, in a situation you don't know how to get out of.

You walked into Mar's house, no weed in hand. You only had a few hours before you'd have to leave for Mar's and you didn't have time to go and find it for them.You didn't know how Noah was going to react to that but hopefully he won't make a big deal.

You had dropped by the Cameron's like planned and you had changed into the swimsuit you'd left there. You walked outside where you knew your friends would be. Mar was sitting outside of the pool, her legs dangling into the pool as Noah sat next to her; they were talking.

When Noah saw you, he looked to your hands and was confused when he didn't see a bag of the green plant they loved so much. Mar also moved her gaze to watch you.

"Hey." You said plainly, putting down your tote in the pool chair. "I couldn't get ahold of Rafe so I couldn't get Rafe."

"He didn't reply?" Noah got out of the pool to come to you. "Of course he did, he's probably high at some chick's house." He chuckled as you bite your tongue. You knew the only chick's house he's ever at is yours. "God, sometimes I really wish I was Cameron, man. He has too much fun."

That comment was very backhanded as he looked at you and then turned to Mar as she got out of the pool. Before you could respond, she made her way over to the two of you. "So, no weed?"

You nodded, already regretting your decision of even going to her house. Maybe you could fake your way out of staying and you could leave early.

They both sighed heavily and turned around, getting in the pool once again. You watched as they ignored you and you felt jealous and annoyed. You felt like a third wheel with your best friend and boyfriend, how pathetic was that?

"Uh, do you guys know if Nance is coming?" You asked as you sat on the pool chair, laying down. You couldn't even tan because it was already 6:30, you were essentially just there for mere decor. If they were going to just sit there and flirt this whole time, they should've had the decency to do it behind your back.

Nance was the only one in your friend-group you'd consider an actual friend. You'd know her your entire life practically and she was your best friend before you'd met Mar. She'd been with you through everything; when you were considered ugly, when the only person you had was her, when you'd started dating Noah and now, she was still there. She was the most genuine person you knew and you could hold a conversation with her without wanting to rip your hair out, which is saying a lot when considering the people who live on this godforsaken island.

"I'm not sure, maybe." Mar answered quickly before giggling at something Noah had said, playfully hitting his arm. You bit back the urge to throw her in the pool as you glared at them.

You ignored her response and went back on your phone, going on TikTok before eventually getting bored. Before closing your phone, you felt it buzz in your hand and you looked at the top.

rafe 🍃💫 wanna come over after ur lame pool party? ❤️

You looked over at Mar and Noah; they were too enthralled with each other to even notice your sudden mood change. For once you were glad that they were ignoring your presence. You moved your gaze back to your phone and clicked on the message, typing a quick response.

y/n 😍🤭 can i come now?

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Tokyo revengers relationship headcannons

An: these are all my personal fav characters, but if you want any specific characters I'm all ears just ask or message me!

Kisaki

This man practically worships you, everything you do is beautiful to him. He adores you and would do absolutely anything for you.

No matter how drastic it is, if you told him to do something he'd do it no question, even if it is against what he considers moral it doesn't matter to him

He's an addict for you, your love, and your touch. He loves it all

He never forgets to tell you how much he loves you, from random kisses to full-on letters from him

He has his own vision of a perfect future, and it's with you; your kindness, your beautiful face, and personality have all the aspects he wants in his future. And he can't imagine It without you

Kisaki is completely head over heels and lovesick for you.

Mitsuya

Mitsuya remembers every little thing about you, if you mention you like something to him once he buys it every time he sees it

he also quickly notices subtle changes you make; new perfume, a hair trim, or even a different lip gloss. he realizes it all

he absolutely adores you, there is no doubt about it he tells everyone about you and he's so happy while doing so

he went to Emma for advice on how to ask you out, he was way too shy and nervous

if you patch him up after a fight, he might fall in love again.

he also loves to draw you and he gives these drawings to you with your favorite flower and a short poem or love letter.

most of his art or fashion designs are based on you

you both have a notebook where you both write or draw for each other too

Hanma

Hanma is hopelessly devoted to you, he may be strict and pretty possessive but he also has undying love and loyalty for you

he will do anything and everything in his power to keep you by his side and happy

he isn't all that good at communicating but if you want to speak to him about something you don't like in the relationship, hed listen don't expect him to say anything. once you are done he will just leave, however, you do notice that he did change whatever it was you didn't like as soon as he could.

to him, actions speak louder than words

despite him being so different from you he finds a way to make this relationship works.

he's so proud and supportive of you as well, anything you do he absolutely adores it

if you are an artist he will display your art in his office making it practically a little art show

kazutora

kazutora spent most of his childhood in a cell, so the chances that you are his first girlfriend are very high.

he loves you he really does, but he doesn't know how to show it

he tries he really does, he absolutely adores you but he doesn't know how to say or put it into words

if you are patient with him and talk to him, he is so grateful that you do, he'd ask if he's doing anything wrong and change it

however, if you don't, you will quickly realize that he has other priorities before you

he asks takemichy or hina for advice, (hina was more helpful)

with the advice he got he slowly but surely became a better boyfriend

he thanks you for being so patient and kind to him. its that quality that made him fall in love with you in the first place

chifuyu

the kinda boyfriend who wants to match with literally everything

he is so head over heels for you it is actually quite adorable

he never fails to make you feel loved and appreciated

if you are around he probably follows you around like a lost puppy, he loves your attention

if he hasn't seen you in days when he does expect a nearly bone-crushing hug followed by rambles of how much he misses you

if you both began dating in his teen years, he probably confessed to you using a romance manga he would highlight every I love you or confession in the volume and wrote you a confession at the end of it

despite all this he is still very protective of you and will do anything even if it meant him losing his own life for your safety

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