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hazenllas · 2 months

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Hi ! will you do A leighton murray one

She gets a panic attack because she is scared of coming out.

Fluff, hut comfort

Thank you so much for the Request Anon!! I will happily write this!

At Home

Pairing: Closeted!Leighton Murray x Out!fem!reader

Contains: Fluff, anxiety attack, comfort, a little bit of Angst, Leighton being scared to come out but Y/n helps her through all of it, I think that's all.

Summary: Coming out was definitely not on Leighton's bucket list. Until one night her girlfriend changes her mind.

You never really liked the parties at your college. Everyone was all icky and too drunk out of their brains to even process anything. Your girlfriend Leighton was practically begging you to go to this party down a few blocks and you eventually gave in. The only thing about this was that you couldn't dance with Leighton and be alone with her. That's because Leighton wasn't out. You were. And you wanted to be able to show affection and love to her out in public but she declined each time. You of course understood because you were there at one point. After coming out to your two friends Jamie and Raine, who are now your dormmates, you never felt more comfortable in your life. Now you just wanted to make your girlfriend the most comfortable possible.

You get ready in your dorm room alone while Raine was visiting their parents for the week and Jamie was shopping for their partner's birthday. A while ago you went to a thrift shop down town a few minutes from the college and found this super cute laces dress with a heart on the v neck. You felt confident and grabbed your converse and went on your way to your girlfriend's dorm.

You knock on the door twice and Bela opens it up. "Hey girl! Come on in!" She says in a cheery tone and steps to the side to let you in. You wave to the 3 other girls and sit on the. Couch. Your game stops at Leighton. She is wearing a red strap-less dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways. You looked away quickly to avoid any suspicion from the other girls. You felt comfortable with them. They were like family to you and you did everything with them so they didn't think of anything when you were everywhere with them because that was your only time to see Leighton outside of all of the studies and such. "Y/n? Could you help me curl my hair?" Leighton stars at you and looks your body up and down a bit. You nod and Leighton grabs your hand into the bathroom.

She pushes you against the door lightly and kisses you. You respond to the kiss and put your hands around her neck. She pulls away a bit too quickly for your liking and you huff. "You look... beautiful Leighton." You stare at her and she giggles. "Say that to yourself, dummy." You roll your eyes and see her looking in the mirror. "Now I actually need you to help me curl my hair." You chuckle and curl the back of Leighton's hair.

You all walk into the party and immediately smell alcohol. You walk over to the corner to grab some juice. You weren't very in the mood to drink right now. It was a school night anyways. You see Leighton dancing with Bela and you can't help but admire her. She was beautiful. She was your absolute dream woman and you loved her so much. You two have been dating since beginning of the fall and during that time you had just came out of the closet. You were new to the school and didn't have many friends until one day Leighton came up to you and since that day you two were always seen together even if you weren't dating. One Saturday night, you brought a very drunk Leighton home and brought her a glass of water. When you gave it to her she pulled you in for a kiss. You didn't kiss back because you thought she was still VERY drunk. You thought wrong and she told you she was sober. That was the start of your secret relationship.

After completely isolating yourself from the party, you eventually went to dance with Leighton. You both kept a distance but there were a crazy amount of people. You get pushed by one of the jocks and tumble against Leighton. You notice stares on you and you see you have your hands on her waist. "Fuck." You mumble and Leighton notices your stares aswell. You see her breath is quickening and you take her hand and leave the party. You rush to her dorm since it was closest and sit her on the bed. "The saw us. Y/N they saw us." Leighton trembles and tears up a bit. "Baby baby stop crying." You pull her close and she starts to cry. She is shaking hard and starts breathing heavily. "Leighton, love look at me. You're okay I promise." She shakes her head at you and starts to fidget with her hands. "No, y/n, they will know I'm gay. I can't. No" She starts to attempt to calm down s bit but its still slow. "Even then? Honey you can still deny it. We can even take a break so they don't suspect anymore then they already kno-" "No y/n. We can't do that. I still want to be with you." Leighton interrupts you. You can tell she is thinking of something. "You know what? Fuck this. I don't give a shit what they think. Cmon baby we ate going back to the party." You look at her confused but she takes her hand and leads the two of you back.

You both walk in and her hand still remains in yours. You can feel stares on you but you take a deep breath and try to enjoy your time with your girlfriend. She pulls you by your waist and dances with you. "Leight, you sure you're okay with this?" You whisper and she nods. "I don't care what they think. I'm going to me happy with you baby." She says before kissing you.

#leighton murray #the sex lives of college girls #renee rapp #renee rapp x reader #tslocg #reneerappedit

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vimara00 · 1 year

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just passing by, what if our dearest darling reader finally got to escape from the hold of the "bad" yandere men but you know, felt life is a little lacking without her yandere shigaraki and finally understood why she should had just stayed with him instead of trying to refuse plus she knows that shigaraki loves her and he is alone so she worries for him so... now reader will have to crawl back from where she came from explain it to him and tell him how much she love him.

I didn't know you were from Argentina that's amazing

- Anon 04-04

Yandere Shigaraki x Reader

Hi everyone, it's Vi! ✨ I received this request from an anon and thought it was a great idea to write about it! Thanks anon for requesting 💕 Hope you enjoy! ❤️ (Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Warnings: Yandere content and fluff?

It's been three months since I ran away from Shigaraki's hold. I had been with him for seven months till I saw the chance to scape when the league had a meeting with other villains. At first I thought that I could go back to my old life but the chances of Shigaraki finding me again were too high so I moved to another city and kept a low profile. I didn't asked for the heroes' help as I knew the villain would killed them if I did.

The fist week I enjoyed my freedom to the fullest; I went to the park for walks, went to the cinema or to eat alone at restaurants. However, there were times where I found myself thinking "He would've enjoyed this movie" or "He would've loved this certain place" and, as the days passed, it felt strange not to have him around. On Fridays, we would order take out and watch romantic animes he didn't like but watched just because I liked it and I would end up falling asleep on his arms. Since escaping, I couldn't fall asleep without him so, in order to sleep, all I could do was grabbing a pillow and pretending it was him who I was spooning. Also, every morning I would prepared breakfast for two without realising and a sense of sadness would invaded me each time. I didn't know what to do anymore as I find everything boring; Was life before him this dull? Could it be that he made my days more interesting? It made me really angry that I missed him more every day after hoping to scape from his place for seven months and thinking about going back to his arms made me feel some kind of relieved. However, I stopped those thoughts before I grabbed my keys and leave because It probably was the stockholm syndrome talking and definitely not her being in love with him.

On particular day, I went to the store to buy something to eat and the cashier asked me out. I felt so lonely without Shigaraki that I thought it was a good idea to try to move on and find a reason to stay. So the next day, he took me to an arcade where he tried to win all the stuff animals but couldn't get any and we had ice cream sat on a bench while looking at the stars. It was supposed to be a romantic and intimate moment but, with all honesty, all I could think was how my Shiggy would've won all the prizes just for me and how I really wished it was him next to me watching the sky and not this poor guy who has been talking for fifteen minutes but I wasn't listening. He even took my hand on the way home but it wasn't the same; It wasn't Tomura's rough hand grabbing mine delicately with his pinky finger lift to not decay me. It weren't his lips whose kissed my cheek because if it were his, my cheeks would be blushing like they always do when he kisses me. I entered my house (it didn't felt right to call it home without him in it), alone, and went to find an old Tomura's t shirt (the one I scaped with on) and cry with it in my bedroom floor. I was hard to admit that I missed him but even harder not to be with him. That night, I cryed myself to sleep

My final straw was when, the next morning, I saw on the news that the league's hideout had been attacked by the heroes and apparently, Shigaraki had fought with them but his whereas remain unknown. Tears where rolling down my face without realising. I was so worried yet so scared that something bad had happened to him and I wasn't by his side. What if he died believing I didn't loved him and that I left him for it? I won't be able to live with that thought. I had to find him and make sure he was alright. I needed to tell him what I felt before it was too late.

It was hard to find their location but thanks to Toga answering my phone call, I did. I stood at the door unable to move as my thoughts were running wild and field me with insecurity. What if it was too late and he doesn't love me anymore? What if he is mad at me and wants revenge? Would he want to take me back after all this time? But all of it was interrupted as I was already opening the door. Some of the league members that had survive were hiding here and once I entered, everything got quiet. Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I'm only looking at him (Sorry, I had to put this phrase from Taylor's song hehe), he looked like he haven't been sleeping or eating at all and had many new scars. His eyes were locked in mines and he told everyone to get lost as he needed privacy. The room was silent again and before he could say anything, I said " I know you are probably mad at me and don't want to see me anymore but hear me out first. I need to tell you the truth! All this months I thought I wanted my old life back and that I missed it but once I got it, it was not what I was expecting because I felt that something was missing and that something was you. At first, I didn't want to admit that I cared about you but I realized that life without you had not meaning and if to have freedom I need to be away from you, then I don't want it. I want to be with you but not obliged this time, I want to do it because I love you" At this point my face was on fire and my eyes field with tears but so were Tomura's. He hugged me tight as if he was scared that I would disappear again, kissed my temple and whispered "I was so scared, thought you wouldn't come back to me. I know I'm not the best with words and defenitly not with emotions, but I want to say that I love you and I promise to never let go of you. I promise I'll protect you and to make you happy, just please stay with me" his voice break at the end as he cupped my cheeks tenderly and kissed me with so much love and affection. We stayed hugging each other for a while as I said "I would never leave you ever again"

While you thought you were so capable of scaping and "hiding" from him, he had already known your new location and even had cameras inside your new apartment. He had people following you, telling him what you were doing and remember the guy you went on a date with? Well, he has vanished from earth, Shigaraki made sure of it. He have you time to realised how much you need him and if you happened to enjoy your life without, he would've made sure you never see the sunlight as he'll keep you locked in his room. But you'll never know any of that.

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rainbowsky · 1 year

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Hi rainbow, please tell me the incident where yibo reserved a rehearsal time slot for zhan under his name at a tencent award show?? ❤️💚

Hi Anon! 😊

This is one of my absolute favorite GGDD CPN of all time.

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

As everyone knows, 2020 was a really rough year for GG. Not only was he a victim of the 2/27 nightmare, he was the target of serious attacks and harassment all year long. He couldn't go anywhere without security issues, and frequently antis would post about his location and launch mass complaint campaigns against whoever was hosting him.

I can't overstate how scary it was.

GG was laying incredibly low at the time and was rarely seen, and when he was seen it would be a surprise appearance to prevent antis from being able to try to sabotage his schedules.

Tencent Starlight Awards was set to take place on the 20th of December. Everyone was wondering whether GG would attend. There were a lot of rumors, announcements and reports about the stars who would be there, but only vague rumors about GG. Some people were saying he likely wouldn't be there because of 2/27, while others were holding out hope of a surprise appearance from him.

When the rehearsal schedule was leaked online GG did not appear on it at all, which caused some dismay among those who'd been hoping for a surprise appearance.

However, DD was on there, and listed as taking up significantly more rehearsal time than any other artist. Most people were scheduled for a half hour to an hour, while DD was scheduled for a full two hours; a half hour for sound and vocals, another hour and a half for him to rehearse with the dancers (he had been scheduled to do a dance performance but that was later cancelled).

He came under heavy fire from haters who claimed he was too full of himself and taking up too many resources. No matter how badly he was criticized for it, he kept silent and issued no statement about it.

When video footage from the rehearsal leaked online (clearer video here) it was discovered that DD wasn't the only one taking up those time slots. GG was seen rehearsing right after DD (this was also the first time GG's red microphone was seen).

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In other words DD had hidden GG's rehearsal time under his name on the schedule - and taken fire for using up so much time - so that GG's rehearsal (and attendance at the event) could remain secret for as long as possible, which would provide maximum protection from sabotage by antis.

Excuse me a moment, I think I have something in my eye... 🥺

And if you look closely in the video you can see GG onstage (on the right), and across from him stands another figure wearing a black hoodie, dark toque, mask and green cargo pants. There was SO MUCH arguing over who that person was!

BXG were saying it was DD (reports said that DD watched GG's rehearsal and took photos and video), solos were saying it was a staff member - they even had elaborate posts with detailed explanations of who it was and supposed evidence confirming it (I wish I had some of those posts saved because they'd be interesting to go over now, but I don't save anti BS).

Then today video emerged of DD's rehearsal that day (which we've already established happened moments before GG's) that shows he was dressed uncannily like the person in the GG rehearsal video.

So this CPN only gets sweeter as the years pass! 😅

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And we know the rest. GG went onstage and performed to a massive sea of red light banners that fans had smuggled in to show their support. I already talked a bit about how incredible that moment was in my post about the anti video a couple weeks ago:

We had just spent several months watching GG get trashed and attacked and negatively discussed in the media. He had been lying low for months and months. Many of us wondered whether he’d ever recover. As we all know - in C-ent, artists are routinely canceled and blacklisted, often for apparently minor 'infractions’. We had no reason to believe GG would be able to bounce back.

Then Tencent Starlight Awards comes along, and here’s GG on the red carpet and then onstage, singing in front of a huge audience, and there was a sea of red light banners that fans had smuggled in to show their love and support. And GG was clearly deeply moved by it all, to where he got choked up toward the end.

I don’t think I was the only person bawling my eyes out at that moment. I STILL can’t watch that video without getting choked up. It was such an important moment in GG’s career.

And GG was visibly relieved. I can only imagine how elated he must have been after the event, to see that his career was going to survive.

There was a lot of CPN for that night, much of which emerged from a LRLG fake rumor that discussed the events of that night.

DD was nervous to go onstage so GG gave him his ring to carry in his pocket. DD was seen onstage holding something in his pocket that night.

GG and DD laughed about the BXG light banners, and paid particular attention to one that read, "Dumplings, rice noodles, 3+2 biscuits" which was hanging near the teleprompter and directly in their field of vision onstage.

There was some discussion of DD looking at GG when they were onstage together as part of the final group.

And it closed off with the cryptic "Let's meet in 2022" that has me 🤡 today as I think about the (VERY UNLIKELY) possibility of them being on the same stage for NYE this year.

There was also some well-supported CPN from that night about GG and DD seeing the "river of stars" banner that a BXG was holding up. You can read all about that here.

There was some CPN about DD's bodyguard Lele looking after GG when they were preparing for the final group stage.

I'm sure I've forgotten a lot. We were buried under CPN for days, even weeks after that event! 😅

Those who are curious, the full event can be viewed on YouTube.

Anyway, Anon, hope that answers your question!

#bjyx #yizhan #tencent starlight 2020 #the mysteries of yizhan #ggdd forever #ask

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grumpybreakfastfriend · 14 days

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it's WILD how people are taking the discord messages... like I've seen so much shit on discord servers that is so horrible and i bet even these people who posted these screens everywhere also talk shit on Discord.

It's so depressing that people are doing this, being angry and attacking alexa and drake under the guise of "wanting accountability" which literally has no fucking meaning as a phrase anymore because no matter what these two do or say, it's not going to be good enough, or believable enough, or fast enough, or "it's sus" or it's a "PR move"

I agree with what Drake had posted on twitter last year a few weeks after he disappeared in FL. "It's unbelievable how cruel you can all be" and people took this as manipulation because "he was using suicide as a threat to be manipulative / abusive" and not taking a step back to think about how they were treating people who were having very public breakdowns, so many people did this SAME thing mocking and belittling amanda when she had her breakdown and called 911 last spring as well, the things people were saying were awful, it was sick and disgusting to see people who kept saying they cared about mental health say "Well she really let herself go" or "drugs are a hell of a thing kids"

and the fact is at this time Drake was struggling with his divorce, and his addiction, and then after checking himself into rehab and going through that trauma / grief therapy within rehab and agreeing to speak with the QOS people... he was fresh out of rehab and having to remember horrible awful things about what happened to him WITHOUT alcohol or drugs, without ANY way of coping or numbing the pain and that is a LOT to deal with, on top of finding out about the letters for the first time.

Like yeah the shit he said about Alexa wasn't cool, and the way he talked on Discord about shit, about his depression and about how messed up everything was... while going through so much pain and heartache regarding trauma he has never processed or even fully let himself FEEL, it's amazing to me that his messages / vents / rants weren't 100% worse because of all this.

and I agree with what Alexa said about drama on twitter and elsewhere "It's called Eat Predators and all you are doing is sitting around and eating each other, which is helping no one"

People claim to want to be a voice for people Drake has hurt, or people Alexa has hurt, but it really just feels like they want to tear people down until there is nothing left.

I couldn't agree more, anon! I don't have a lot to add, because you said it perfectly.

I've been thinking about how in the Luminosity podcast, Drake said that he feels abandoned and isolated when he thinks about all of Brian's supporters and the abuse as a whole. His detractors try to say that he has so much power, and I agree that he should have some more boundaries with fans (which he has admitted to and is working on). But at the end of the day, this is just a guy working through trauma on a public stage and he's in a very vulnerable position. I'm not going to crucify him for seeking out solidarity wherever he can find it.

#drake bell

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aemiron-main · 2 years

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Ugh, the possible secret connection between Will and Brenner is so annoying because the writers also (probably intentionally) avoided making Will and Brenner interact or see each other face to face the whole show. Will sees Brenner only when he died at the desert and that's it. And it's portrayed very ambigously. Like, did he recognize Brenner or did he not? Maybe Will didnt recognize Brenner but Brenner still knew about him and there is something else going on that we have not learned yet? But it just feels purposeful that they have never seen each other face to face since freaking S1, it has to mean something especially how the lab and Brenner were involved in creating Will's fake death body and trying to deceive others my making it seem like Will died. Why not make the same thing for Barb as well? If it was just to cover up the existence of the UD and all that mess, then they would have created a fake body for Barb as well and faked her death. But that's not what happened. The way they treated Will's disappearence and Barb's disappearence/death were very different. Brenner focused on Will but never on Barb, why?

Like this guy also KNEW Will was possessed once again and that the UD was coming for Will once again in S2. Didnt he suspect anything? That was sus. Surely he must have thought that the way Will survived the UD for a week was weird as hell. And now he is possessed, too? And HE ONCE AGAIN SURVIVES? Are you shitting me? How the hell a guy like Brenner wouldnt think that shit was weird as fuck? Unless... unless he knew beforehand that Will was already 'special' in some way and he suspected it? But he couldnt exactly reach to Will bc Will had an entire family trying to protect him. Because manipulating El and Henry were easier since El had only a mother that got her brain fried, and Henry killed his whole family (except his father before collapsing), so it was easier for Brenner. But Brenner couldnt possibly reach Will after Will was rescued from the UD because Will didnt just have Joyce. He also had Hopper, his friends and other members that were there for him. Reaching Will would have been harder, so he maybe just decided to keep an eye on Will from the sidelines?

Maybe Owens knew it too...? Like, the way Owens has been acting is suspicious as well. The way he actually has been working with Brenner and the lab the whole time and he kept it a secret? He never informed the others that Brenner was alive the whole time? That man is sus as well.

Too much to be explained honestly and the only person who can explain all of this shit is Vecna himself. Brenner is already bones, Owens is sus but even if he knows somethings and is keeping certain secrets its not like he knows about other plot points.

The whole explanation as to HOW and WHY Will disappeared, how he managed to survive unlike the other victims in the UD for a freaking week, the way he's found at the library without the Demogorgon actually attacking him, the way he was alive with a tube thing inside him, the way he's possessed later on but the MF/Vecna still didn't kill him. ''He wants to kill everyone else but me''. The way Will could feel the UD and MF even before he got possessed. The way he was alreading showing powers like shadow walking, true sight etc before his possession and the way he didnt get killed after MF got exorcised out of him. Why? MF killed all those flayed people, and it killed Billy when Billy went against him. So why the hell not kill Will in S2 or in S3 when Will was still feeling the presence of MF and informing others about his plan?

S5 cannot come faster honestly. I need Vecna to sit and give a 1 hour long monologue explaining all of that shit because I am losing my mind.

ANON THESE ARE ALL SUCH FANTASTIC POINTS OH MY GOD YOURE SO SO SO RIGHT. IM LIKE HALF AWAKE RN AND I DONT HAVE THE ANSWERS TO THIS BUT I AGREE AND I ALSO NEED THE VECNA MONOLOGUE AND S5 ASAP!!!!

LIKE IM JUST POSTING THIS WITHOUT SAYING MUCH BECAUSE. YES. YOU MAKE SO MANY GREAT POINTS. ITS ALL SO SUSPICIOUS!!! ITS ALL SO WEIRD!!!! BRILLIANT ASK ANON!!!!

#stranger things #st asks #vanishing of will byers

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harvestleaves · 2 years

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Somebody Like You

Prompt by anon: “Just breathe, okay?”

A/N: Carlos and TK are playing in a charity softball game, APD vs AFD. The title is from a Keith Urban song by the same name. You can also read this on AO3 here.

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,622

There were things about TK that constantly surprised Carlos. The first was, despite the fact that TK was a horrible cook, he was an incredible baker. The second, was how much of a bookworm the other male was, always having his headphones in for an audiobook, or leaving novels in random places around his house. But the most surprising thing to Carlos, which shouldn’t have been, was that TK was an amazing athlete. To be more specific, a baseball player.

Sure, because of the return of his boyfriends asthma, he was worried about the others rigorous fitness routine, his late night runs to be more precise. But TK seemed to take the change in pace with ease, trading half of his runs for spin classes, and joining a local softball league once spring had hit.

So when the annual charity softball game between the APD and AFD was announced, TK was the first to sign up, despite Carlos’ worry.

“You signed up? Are you sure? We just finally got your lungs under control, are you sure you should be running around on a dusty baseball diamond?” Carlos asked as he leaned over to kiss TK on his forehead, wary of the lizard Lou, who TK was cuddling against his chest.

“Babe, I’m positive. The doctor said that the more I get into a regular cardio routine, the stronger my lungs will be and hopefully these attacks will taper off. Plus, I wanna see you run in baseball pants,” TK teased with a smirk as he gently pet Lou.

“But what about the extra pollen lately, and as I previously mentioned, the dust? And who said I was playing? Those guys play dirty,” Carlos said with a raised eyebrow as he looked pointedly at his boyfriend, who had been popping allergy pills round the clock with the recently blooming dogwood trees.

“I’ll take an extra strength allergy pill, AND I’ll take a breathing treatment before the game. Both should keep my lungs relatively open and happy. Plus, I’ll have my inhaler with me. Now, what can I do to convince you to play?” TK asked with a grin as he reached out to caress Carlos’ chest, cradling Lou close to his own so he didn’t drop the pet.

“I trust you, but you have to promise that you will tell Judd, Tommy or I if you are having even the slightest trouble breathing, okay?” Carlos whispered, smiling at the hand on his chest before he nodded pointedly at Lou. “He has to be securely in his enclosure though,” he said bluntly, having bought a newer sturdier tank after the lizard escaped from its previous home.”

“Fine, but after I do, I want an intense cardio session with you,” TK grinned, pressing a kiss to Carlos’ lips before he got up, placing Lou in the tank before making sure it was latched shut.

“Now, bedroom?” TK asked as he walked back to Carlos, moving his legs to either side of Carlos’ hips as he sat on his boyfriend’s lap. “Or here?”

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Two weeks later, the morning of the softball game, TK was lounging on the couch, nebulizer mouthpiece between his teeth as he took a treatment while Carlos moved around the kitchen making coffee and omelets.

Carlos kept glancing nervously at TK from the kitchen even though he new it was a preventative treatment to keep his boyfriend from having an asthma attack. However, he still had a gut feeling that something was going to happen even if TK was smiling through his treatment.

Hearing the nebulizer click off, Carlos held out TK’s coffee to him along with an allergy pill, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead.

“How are you feeling this morning? I know you slept pretty soundly last night,” Carlos teased with a smile as TK swallowed the allergy pill with a small wince.

“Pretty good, my sinuses were a little stuffy this morning, but I think the allergy meds should help. You’re helicoptering babe. I’m fine,” TK said softly as he pressed a kiss to Carlos’ lips softly.

“And I’ve seen you struggling to breathe enough where I know that you’re full of shit,” Carlos stated with a smirk. “I’m taking your spare with me and I told Judd to have your stuff on standby.”

TK’s mouth dropped open with a huff at Carlos’ words before he sighed and started to eat his breakfast before he turned to Carlos. “So this means you’re playing, right?”

“That’s still all you care about? Yes, I’m playing. They conned me into being the catcher,” Carlos sighed as he ate his own breakfast, watching TK’s eyebrows raise as he broke into a grin.

“So I get to see all of this,” TK paused, motioning to Carlos’ body, with an emphasis on his lower half, “In baseball pants? Yes!”

“Oh, so all you cared about was seeing me in a uniform? You already see me in one,” Carlos rolled his eyes at TK’s antics, though he was flattered that his boyfriend wanted to see him in the APD softball uniform. “You’ve seen me in workout clothes too, what exactly is the difference?”

“The difference babe, is that baseball pants are very form-fitting, and if you are the catcher, that means I get to stare at one of my many favorite parts of you,” TK teased as he leaned across the island to kiss Carlos again.

“Oh, so you only care about my body? I see,” Carlos laughed before he returned the kiss.

“Not just your body, but also your extremely beautiful and kind heart. Now, go get dressed so we can head to the field,” TK grinned, already dressed in his jersey and joggers, as he finished his breakfast.

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When they reached the softball field, Carlos got out of the drivers seat and took what he thought was his backpack from TK, who was carrying their identical bags.

“See you when we’re up to kick your butt,” TK grinned as he pressed a kiss to Carlos’ lips before he headed off to the dugout where Judd and Tommy were.

“Damn kid, I’m not into men, but your boy sure makes that uniform look official,” Judd said with a low whistle and raise of his eyebrows at how well Carlos filled out his uniform.

“I know, and he’s all mine,” TK grinned triumphantly as he sat his backpack down under the bench and set his glove down, moving to stretch his arms before he looked over at Tommy.

“Don’t worry, I took allergy meds and a treatment, I should be fine until the end of the game,” he reminded her as she gave him a pointed look as if to ask him how he was feeling.

“I didn’t ask, but it’s good to know, do you have your inhaler and portable neb in there?” Tommy asked with a nod to TK’s bag, which didn’t look as full as it should be if he had said medical equipment available.

“Yup, it’s all there. Now, can we go warm up? Please?” TK asked hopefully as he picked up his glove off the bench before he followed Judd to the field.

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TK made it until the second to last inning before he started to wheeze, and it wasn’t from the dirt and dust of the field, it was the dirt and dust that was stuck in his hair after his last home run.

Brushing off his jersey, he turned to cough when he inhaled a small bit, bringing a hand up to his chest to rub at the sudden tightness that appeared.

“Judd. Inhaler,” TK rasped out with a nod to the black backpack sitting next to his water bottle, letting Nancy ease him down onto the bench with a wince.

“It’s not in here, kid. Are you sure you packed it?” Judd asked as he dug through the bag, coming up empty-handed except for a few protein bars and an APD hoodie that said Reyes on the back.

“That’s Carlos’ bag, he took my inhaler out when he washed it,” TK wheezed, glancing up to see that Carlos had taken off his catcher’s mask and was making his way to their bench despite protests from the umpire.

“Nancy, go grab TK’s bag from the other bag, his inhaler is in the front zippered pocket, but bring the whole bag, just in case he needs a treatment,” Carlos said as he crouched down in front of TK, perfectly imitating his catcher’s stance.

“Just breathe, okay? Nancy’s on her way back. You’re gonna be just fine,” Carlos soothed as he ran his fingers through TK’s hair, glad that his boyfriend didn’t sound as bad as he’d heard him in the past. Looking up as Nancy handed him the inhaler, Carlos shook it up before handing it over to TK.

“Slow breaths Ty. You know the drill,” Carlos smiled, watching TK take the dose of medication before he let out the breath in a shaky sigh.

“Thanks, babe. I think I’m good now, get back to the game, you’re losing,” TK laughed, voice slightly raspy from his attack before he leaned in for a kiss.

“Seriously? Your lungs decide to mutiny, and you’re worried about winning? You need to work on your priorities,” Carlos rolled his eyes as he stood up.

“I wanna win,” TK shrugged with a smirk before he took another puff from his inhaler. “I should be fine by my next at-bat, now go,” TK urged Carlos, smiling as his boyfriend rolled his eyes.

“Fine, but I’m not letting you guys win,” Carlos stated as he walked back to home plate, winking at TK as he slid his catcher’s mask back on and crouched down, game-ready once more.

#911 lone star fanfic #911 lone star fic #911 lone star #tarlos #tarlos fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #out of breath series

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galaxythreads · 1 year

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Idk if you're still doing the lore thing, but if you are: The Blood Of My Enemy Stains My Hands Now?

I am ALWAYS still doing lore for fics. Sorry this took like two weeks to answer, anon.

LORE FOR THE BLOOD OF MY ENEMY STAINS MY HANDS NOW <-- link to story

this was written as a request for Tamuril2, who asked for something with Loki and Fury after I wrote My Kids Will Call Me Fury , where Fury collected the Avengers as his kids. They wanted something with Loki and Fury specifically, so when I added the additional scene at the end of MKWCMF, I also decided to just...write this.

I didn't have a plan. I didn't even really have an end goal in mind.

I remember starting to write it and just being like "yknow what, fine" and just letting it go wherever. I wrote the entire thing in like seven hours. I am a meticulous planner for multi-chapters. For one-shots I kinda just let the story take itself.

Fair warning, I haven't read this story in probably 2 years. No, I think i listened to it at work recently? honestly i have no idea.

lol. Fury is such an a-hole.

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it was not ear blood. It was the fact that Loki was crying. The ear blood just sort of sealed the deal.

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PTSD from being tortured by Thanos ^^^

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"Flesh around a long, ragged gorge (a stab, not clean) is blackened and the veins around it are turning a purplish-blue."

.....

galaxy.

that's kind of too funny to go and edit out honestly. Sometimes I find grammar errors that I can't stand but this is just. This is comedy gold.

reason 1134325235 I should have a beta, but don't. (I edit vigorously but that only catches 92% of everything)

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"Fury can see evidence of previous scars there, white and not as faint as he's expecting for someone over a millennia old."

^^^

from torture with thanos

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yeah, i think the injury has changed like at least two times that I've noticed. If you can't tell, I literally had no idea what I was going with, lol.

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ha. Everyone kept making jokes about how Thanos would be defeated by Cap Marvel alone without any effort on her part whatsoever before Endgame came out and I found it really annoying. This is 1000% a "look, carol can't solve everything" point.

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"He jolts a little and his face twitches with something that looks close to a grimace. Fury leans against the side of the car a little, and stares at him."

^^ hypervigilance, a common symptom of ptsd

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""Believe me, Director, the things that are after me would horrify you."

Fury blinks. "That is not reassuring."

"It wasn't meant to be."

Of course not. Brat."

I love them, your honor.

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"And, well, he attempted to smuggle me out the next day. We didn't make it far. Odin commissioned Thor banned from Asgard for the next two years and I to the snake pits beneath the palace."

THEY JUST HAVE SNAKE PITS BENEATH THE PALACE AND NO ONE BRINGS THAT UP AGAIN? WHAT IS THIS????????? AMERICA EXPLAIN!

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"There is no way that Fury is sending him back. None on this planet, none on any other. If capital punishment must be met, it should be clean. Fury has never been big on torture as recompense for a crime."

I know there are a lot of mcu fics out there where Fury 100% engages in torture and believes it's an effective means of retrieving information or enacting punishment, but I personally don't see Fury doing that. To be clear, I think those fics are fun and very enjoyable, but I don't think that Natasha, Clint, or Tony would trust Tony to the extent they do if Fury was willing to do a ton of physical/mental harm to someone.

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"Stop scowling, S.H.I.E.L.D. can always use the assets. You work for us and we'll give you a roof over your head and keep you from Asgard, and whatever else it is that's hunting you.""

WAIT I TOTALLY FORGOT THAT THIS IS THE FIC I WROTE WHERE LOKI BECOMES FURY'S C.I./AGENT

I LOVE THIS FIC

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Between yet another villain attack and Tony breaking into S.H.I.E.L.D. again, Fury nearly forgets all about it.

TONY

I need the context behind this and yet I have none XD

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Despite the fact that his leathers were destroyed and Fury banned him from using magic save truly dire circumstances, he still manages to seem well dressed. Fury's not even certain where the long suit coat came from. He doesn't wear ties from what Fury's seen unless the circumstance permits it.

more ptsd from torture. ties are a little too close to strangulation for him.

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If Fury hadn't been looking for it he would have missed the slight widening of Loki's eyes and the relief slip into his stance.

I always got the impression that Odin spent a great deal of time yelling at Thor and Loki for doing things wrong. I don't imagine Loki's delivered reports to his father that went over smoothly.

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"So, you're keeping him?" Coulson questions and Fury nearly jumps in surprise at the voice, turning to look back at the agent currently seated in a chair in his office, the folder that he's compiled on Loki in hand.

I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH! WHY IS COULSON HERE? I DON"T KNOW, BUT IT'S GREAT HE BROKE INTO FURY'S OFFICE AND FURY ISN'T EVEN ANNOYED, JUST RESIGNED. like it happens all the time. (Oh, hill asked him to look into it. okay. makes sense. still glorious)

Also loving that Coulson is literally chill with the guy who stabbed him working with them. Like. Bro. You're a SAINT.

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He hasn't mentioned it to his higher-ups and plans to keep it that way.

The more they can make it seem like Loki vanished off the face of the Earth the better.

Less things to shove off his tail.

Fury's desperate self explanations for everything are fantastic. Literally he's doing this so the "big bad thing" after Loki doesn't pick up the fact that he didn't die on the street corner.

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"Fury's rising desire to punch Odin and any other Asgardian (save Thor) in the face kicks up a notch."

yeah if this is not clear from earlier, Fury and Thor are good terms. They've talked a bit about Loki, which is how Fury knew that Loki would make a good agent to begin with.

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It both strings and numbs him to realize that Loki trusts him enough not to sneak something into the food. Loki stays the rest of the night on the couch, his face twitching with discomfort, but the trust that he presents Fury with is humbling.

This is. Bro. Loki is so untrusting. like deeply at his core. the fact that he did this with fury just really makes me realize how much Loki trusts him. He showed up at Fury's house when he was having an anxiety attack to ask for help. He didn't think Fury would turn him away. He didn't even bother to pick through the food because he trusts fury. Like. whoa.

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He comes to with an aching back, a sore throat unequal to any other, and the sound of quiet voices talking around him. His mind refuses to really process any of the words their speaking beyond frazzled bits of mumbles, but he recognizes the voices enough that he doesn't panic.

AND FURY TRUSTS THE AVENGERS + LOKI

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"Thank you." Fury interrupts.

Loki's jaw hangs a little and he stares at him, "What?"

"Thank you." Fury repeats.

Loki's eyebrows look in danger of disappearing into his hairline. "I…?"

Curse you, Odin, and all you other Asgardian idiots.

^^^

Loki saved everyone's lives on Jotunheim and not one (1) person thanked him for keeping them alive. I don't get the impression he gets thanked that often.

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"Sure, he was shot, but it isn't the worst thing that's ever happened to him before.

He's a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. S.H.I.E.L.D. director.

He has other things to do."

THIS MAN I SWEAR

"Loki belongs to Asgard—!"

"And I've elected to ignore that."

probably a better summary of this fic, lol.

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LINK TO STORY

#ask #answered #anon #the blood of my enemy stains my hands now #my fics #fic lore #my fic lore

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heystephen · 10 months

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i desperately need a min to vent scout i hope you dont mind

i work freelance and im not from the us but my main client is from there

im missing four paychecks now, all overdue (one is from freakin december!!), and with june ending, i sent in a new one to get paid. all of them together total $10k. ive been reaching out to the client for a while now (since the first one became overdue), who's been finding excuses on why they're overdue. i call it finding excuses because it's not my job to chase them for payments. i do my work, great work, deliver on deadlines and everything, haven't had a complaint. and then i get paid. the money im owed is enough to put a down payment on a mortgage loan for a penthouse apartment where im from. i have leeway for about the end of the year, god forbid anything bad happens. ive reverted to eating like a college student to try saving more which is almost impossible with the inflation rates here. the last time i got paid was half of an overdue paycheck from last july, which wasn't even enough to get through the month.

now, last time i heard from the client was the beginning of last month. i kept sending messages and emails these past few weeks and got no response or anything. i talked to others working with the same client and they also have overdue payments and haven't heard back. so i decided to install a mail tracker before reaching out one more time, just to be sure that my email is at least being delivered if nothing else. well i learned that it has been delivered, and not just that, but opened multiple times. but i hear nothing back. im on the verge of a breakdown, it's so maddening and devastating and i cant even cut the client because who knows when ill hear back then or even get paid and the job market im in is wonky atp. i cant even borrow money from friends and family because they're going to expect it back at some point but i dont even know when ill be able to pay anyone back in that situation. and this is my main source of income. i cant take them to court because im not from the us. all i can do is wait and hope. and it's killing me that ive done all this work with no compensation. not even the decency to hear back after i explained that i need the money to live, pay rent and bills and get food. i cant move back home and revert back to triggering flashbacks that are terrible for my mental health. the reason ive been overworking is to stay as far away as possible from there. i started getting anxiety attacks just thinking about all this.

anyway that's all i got im exhausted and cant stop crying rn

anon im so sad for you because this entire situation is so unfair and it sounds so exhausting. there's no excuse for this client to be ghosting you for this long, like at the absolute very least, they owe you the dignity of a response. you provided a service and you're entitled to your payment. i love u. :(

#i wish i could think of something helpful but i came up w/ nothing #i got mail*#anonymous

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 24 days

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Ohhh I loved that one! How about Oblivion and Yuuka again? Are they safe?

((Hi dear anon, hope your well tonight. I think I can write something for you. Just give me a moment please. And Oblivion belongs to my friend @demon-blood-youths ))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

Both Oblivion and Yuuka were tired from running away from the DI5-H from the streets. Even after attacking and killing a few that tried to kill them they got away. Right now, Yuu was throwing goo balls at some that tried to jump them for Oblivion to smash their heads in using Titan-Z. These damn things were annoying but they had to keep running.

"Where are we going to go!? We need to get away from them!" Yuuka said to Oblivion but they still kept running trying to get away. However, they make a turn to see more that Oblivion grabs her hand to turn right. They hurry down the path to another hidden spot that they rush inside to try to get away to the other side.

Both panted still running away before shattering of glass was heard seeing some behind them. "!?" The two keeps on running before getting to the door at the end of the hallway and rams it open then closes the door. The two looks around trying to find something to block this door before Oblivion but Yuu had a idea.

"We need to block this door off so they can't come through." she said but winces feeling the monsters ramming on the other side.

"But what?" she asked Yuu before Yuuka looks around to see some rope. She quickly goes to get it while Oblivion held the door feeling more ramming from the monsters till she winces.

"Yuu hurry!"

"Hold on!" she said getting a few before running back as she begins tying the rope around the door handle tightly. But she also made sure to attach it to something so they can't break it easily. The two back up hearing more ramming of the door to see it was holding.

Seems they were safe for now before both turn to run away quickly to get away. They didn't stop running down the street before they got away from those things. When they did, both Yuu and Oblivion finds a safe house to quickly head inside to close the door and lock it. They side down the door panting heavily tired from running for so long.

However, Oblivion looks seeing Yuu tired. "You....okay?" she asked tired.

"I'm...haaa...fine. Are you?" she asked but saw Oblivion nod yes.

For now, they would take the time to rest up. Later on, both did find water here so they could get clean up in a way before continuing their travel in a week. They should be safe for a bit while Oblivion was having her hair dried by Yuu both were clean but she was looking down still concerned of their friends.

"......."

Yuu kept drying her hair gently while making sure it was dry and clean of mud, dirt, and blood. It was still rather soft but it was alright to have quiet moments like this. Without being chased by the monsters.

"There, all done." she said but Oblivion nods.

"Thanks Yuu." she said but looks to her. "Did you want me to dry your hair too?" she asked but Yuu blinks.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. I can do-" she tries to tell her but Oblivion gently made her sit down but takes the towel to gently dry her hair now. She didn't move looking down to let Oblivion do it. She was able to see her hair still was short after all this time but at least it was healthy.

"......." Oblivion remembers it used to be long with the two beads at the ends of her hair strands but that was cut after you-know-who. Since then, she's kept it short but at least the trinket was kept. She keeps being careful with her hair but runs her fingers through her purple hair.

"You okay?" Yuu asked but Oblivion said nothing to sigh.

"Don't worry I'm okay.....though..your hair has gotten healthy after that night. But.....it still suits you." she said simply that Yuu blinks to look at her or bending her head back.

"You said that before...even if I said thank you so much." she mutters but Oblivion nods to see her lean her head forward again, drying it more. The two sat in silence again but the night was passing by pretty slowly even after all this. Who knew one infection could cause all this? Even with so many being killed, turned, or eaten. It was a horrible mess.

".....Hey Oblivion?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think the others are alright and hiding? I mean, I know they are but I can't help but worry." she mutters that Oblivion stops to lower the towel. True, they heard they were okay after the radio and voice call. But the two were still worried.

For now, the two were looking ahead before waiting for the answer. "I don't know. Right now, everyone is either separated or together. We don't know." she said with Yuu being quiet. "But..I know our friends will be alright. We will find them...." she said resting her hands on Yuu's shoulders but she lets out a sigh to look and rest a hand on Oblivion's hand.

"I know that and I hope they are safe too. It's just all of this is insane. But I'm more worried about you Oblivion. Even with you being infected it's still scary..." she said but Oblivion only sighed.

"It's not bad. The pain isn't that serious now..but....I'm just happy I'm stable thanks to you giving blood to help me." she said that she gently held Yuuka's hand. She held it back that she looks to her.

"Besides, I gave my word I would keep you safe for your team and myself." she said that Yuu sighed to turn but look at her.

"I know and I thank you for that, Tae." she smiled gently that she happily looks that Oblivion's cheeks flushed pink to look away. She really was too sweet only for the two to look quiet.

"Though, lets get some rest okay? We will have time to recover before traveling out again in a week...and you need your rest." she said but at least Tae agreed. Both took the time to eat already but now they were laying on the bed together but Oblivion and Yuuka looks to one another or facing each other.

"..I hope you rest well, Oblivion but if you need something I'm right here okay?" she said to see Oblivion nod.

"That goes for you too. I'll be here if you need me." she said seeing Yuu nod. However, both look at one another quietly but they just lightly blush to rest and look quiet trying to get some sleep. Later that night, Oblivion did wake up to look at Yuu who was sleeping quietly by her side. Even if she was tired she slowly reaches to rest a hand on her own to hold it. Seeing her sleeping was nice but she only remains quiet that some of her black hair was covering her face.

'I will protect her..I will. I won't lose you, Yuuka..' Tae thought while looking at her that she sits up to look at her. However she leans in close to kiss her forehead softly before laying back down to rest up and fall back to sleep. However, her hand remains on Yuu's own.

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #ask answered #mun answered #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #Older Oblivion #Older Yuuka #The DI5 infection accident au #anon #short drabble #The fractions of NYC #peahen writer

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notchesandbullets · 3 years

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Take it From Your Hot Neighbor Baby (Virgin!Sub!Midoriya x Reader)

Art credit: Heijiu Comics

Requested by anon: OMGGGGGG I love your writing, I was thinking If I can make a request on a smut with my baby Izuku Midoriya. Where he's so beautiful and innocent and the older neighbor next door from him likes him and basically targets him for sex which is the reader of course, and he likes her too. So then she totally doms him and invites him to her house and basically go at it as Izuku's innocent's self can't handle the pleasure the reader gives him!If you could do that I love your writing, If not it's cool!!!

Warnings: slight dumbification, precious bby izuku is 19, everything that happens here is consensual, unprotected sex, pet names, overstimulation, virgin!sub!izuku (mainly), Aged up!AU, filthy smut, dirty talk, cursing.

18+

A/N: Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!! i loved writing this :D (feel free to send me another to write, i’m already almost done with what i suspect is your other one xD)

Words: 4k

You grinned as the shared wall between you and your neighbor shook, signaling that the boy from next door was finally home.

Midoriya Izuku, a passionate and utterly clueless broccoli-haired boy turned fresh pro-hero, sweet and sensitive, everything you ever wanted in a partner. That, and he was clearly too shy to approach you.

You had been neighbors with him and his mom for forever but only until recently, after his admission into UA did you start to see him in another light besides platonic. And it wasn’t until he graduated that he had completely dominated your interest in another way entirely.

It was no secret that he used to be a scrawny kid but since his high school days, he had bulked up considerably.

Now, with the body of a tank and a soul bursting with positivity, you were completely hooked.

It really was astonishing to you how he continued to maintain that innocent personality after becoming a pro-hero. No one was that optimistic and oblivious all at the same time.

You had started out with smaller hints, bringing him food once a week to make sure he was eating properly, taking care of him when he was sick or injured and just too stubborn to admit it and go to the hospital, you name it and you’ve done it.

What was extremely exciting at first to be interacting with him like this dulled the moment you realized this baby was so innocent that all your signals were completely going over his head.

The dumb baby. Your dumb baby.

He was fast approaching 20 but you were willing to bet he hadn’t even gotten laid yet. With the way he walked, it was as if he was still the same kid you had met ten years ago.

Your parents had long since moved out of the apartment, going closer to where your grandparents were since they were getting older and needed to be taken care of. You had politely declined their invitation to go with, asking if you could take over the lease on the place since they would no longer be living here.

As their only child, they had a soft spot for you and let you do as you pleased now that you were old enough to be living on your own. They even helped you out with the rent even though that was entirely unnecessary.

Your day job paid enough.

An upbeat tune floated throughout your apartment and you danced along to the music in nothing but a thin cami and a pair of scarlet lace panties. Since it was so hot today, you had decided to forgo actual clothes. It was perfect, but you were definitely still sweating.

Tapping a finger to your chin thoughtfully, you recalled how your adorable and hot neighbor’s mom was out working all day and wouldn’t be back until late. Plus, you knew that he had no hero work today, courtesy of the boy telling you himself via text when you checked up on him earlier this week.

Pulling an oversized t-shirt over your head so that it brushed just below your thong clad ass and fell off of your shoulders, you fluffed your hair, giggling to yourself at your reflection in the mirror.

Today was the day you would make Midoriya yours.

Grabbing a few cookies from the kitchen that you had made just last night because you felt like it at that moment, you flung open your front door, knocking on his a second later.

Hopping in place excitedly, you couldn’t contain your enthusiasm. You hadn’t even bothered to message him that you were coming over, knowing that he would prefer it be a surprise.

“Izuku!!” You cheered when the door opened, immediately thrusting the plate of cookies out towards him.

He staggered a couple steps back, unprepared for your sudden attack but rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile, emerald eyes shining with gratitude.

Midoriya bowed gratefully. “Thank you, Y/N!!”

It had taken literally years before he was comfortable calling you by your first name without any honorific attached to the end of it. But it was worth the wait as warmth sparked through your heart and a soft smile adorned your features before it was replaced with a mischievous one.

Bounding up to him, you pressed your chest against his purposefully, making it so that you almost lost your balance. You gasped in mock surprise when he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist to catch you, relishing in how strong his arms felt around you.

Midoriya stuttered as your boobs were practically smushed against his face by how close you were to him. Were they always that big?!

It wasn’t like he masturbated to you everyday or anything. Definitely not.

He groaned, throwing his head back as your body heat encompassed him.

Who was he kidding, he jerked off to you every spare second he got. He couldn’t help it though. Your beautiful smile always beckoning him over, those alluring eyes of yours enticing him closer and closer until he felt as though he could combust merely by standing in your presence alone.

Giggling, your teeth sank down into your bottom lip and you batted your eyes at him. A shudder ran down his spine and you bit back a smile at the blush that sat on his freckled cheeks.

“Do you want to come over for a little while?” You asked softly, feigning shyness and you rubbed your thighs together. “I have something I want to show you.”

The action didn’t go unnoticed and Midoriya’s mouth dried as the swell of your breasts peeked up over the low scoop of your shirt when he glanced down.

“Uh, y-yes?” He uttered, voice shaking with uncertainty as he automatically agreed to what you had asked him without even thinking about it.

You giggled, eyes lighting up in excitement. “Great!!”

He stumbled after you as you dragged him next door to your apartment, losing his balance and falling on the couch as you pushed him inside.

Your eyes shifted from playful to concern as he landed on his back with an ‘oomph’.

You were quick to cup his face, examining him closely. “Oh no, Izuku, are you alright?”

“Y-Y/N!!!” He stammered out, face bright red at your proximity.

“Are you alright?” You repeated, uncharacteristically serious and seeing as how you were asking him more than one question, he nodded to both.

You chuckled, leaning in close. His cheeks burned at your proximity and although you wanted so badly to tease him, you needed to get something straight first.

“You ever been fucked before, baby?” You cooed sweetly and a visible shiver shot down his spine.

He gaped for a moment, not used to you saying something so brazenly but shook his head wordlessly.

You smiled, your tone taking on a gentle lilt as you sensed his nervousness. “Want me to be your first?”

This time he didn’t hesitate.

“Yes.” He whispered, barely breathing as he finally confessed what he had been longing for ever since he turned of age. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t outwardly show it, but your heart skipped a beat at his admission and the butterflies fluttered uncontrollably.

“Yeah?” You bit your lip to contain the wide smile. “Something tells me that you want to be played with, am I right?”

A whine bubbled past his lips and your smile turned wicked. Oh, you were going to have so much fun with him. You wondered how he would look when you played with his nipples, which you sure would be so sensitive it would have him hard in a heartbeat, or how he looked writhing under you when he was about to cum.

Anticipation thrummed through your veins and you couldn’t believe that after all this time, you finally had the opportunity to give him that kind of pleasure.

“Such a good boy.” You crooned softly and he audibly keened, stretching towards you desperately as you denied him a kiss. “What’s your safeword, baby?”

Midoriya’s head was spinning and his brain was short-circuiting from how unbelievably close you were to him. The sweet smell of your perfume flooded his senses and he swallowed thickly, very much aware of how little clothes you were wearing. You had yet to touch him and he was already a goner.

“S-Safeword?” He stammered out, his eyes shutting automatically as you threaded your fingers through his hair, a small moan breaking through the weighted silence as you scratched his scalp.

You observed his every move, every flutter of his lashes as he fell under your spell without even trying to succumb.

“Mmhm…” You hummed. “A word that you can use at any time and I’ll stop everything.”

A safeword was for both parties but you were fairly sure that you wouldn’t need it, being more experienced than him and aware of your boundaries. But just in case, you whispered that little tidbit of information in his ear so that he wasn’t left out of the loop.

“What if…” Midoriya gulped, restraining himself to keep his hands at his sides no matter how desperately he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked. “C-Can’t I just tell you to stop?”

You frowned a tiny bit, not put off by his question but rather how fucked out he looked already. The poor boy was already straining in his pants, the bulge making your mouth water but you kept your head on straight.

“You can.” You agreed. “If that’s what you want, we can do that.”

He glanced away from you, thinking hard. He wasn’t all innocent. He had watched porn before when dared to by Bakugou after one of the class movie nights at Heights Alliance back when they were at UA, and he was embarrassed how quickly he got attached to the videos that had bondage and overstimulation.

It always looked so enticing. He wanted to know what it felt like to be pinned down and overpowered until pleasure rode on every one of his senses.

He wanted you to do that to him.

“W-What about if I just used your name?”

Midoriya cringed as soon as he suggested it and took it back faster than you could react, another idea tumbling out of his mouth in a split second.

“Black?” He whispered, avoiding eye contact with you.

Baby boy blinked so nervously, worried you might refuse or reject him for any reason and you took his chin in between your thumb and forefinger, drawing his face close to yours.

“Alright baby, that’s perfect.” You reassured softly. “Either one of us can use it and then everything stops, okay?”

He nodded, getting more excited as your breath fanned across his lips.

“Need to hear you say it.” You demanded quietly.

His green curly hair bounced as he nodded vigorously. “I understand!!”

Midoriya stiffened for a moment in surprise as you finally pressed your lips against his, sealing his first kiss and he swore his heart stopped beating. Then, he melted into putty as you moved your lips skillfully against his, coaxing him to return it with as much lust and passion as you were igniting within him.

You pulled away to lean in close to his ear, trailing a finger up and down his chest playfully.

“Let me take care of you, Izuku~” You cooed, slyly licking the shell of his ear, savoring in the shiver that shot down his spine as a result of your ministrations.

You continued down, planting hot and wet open-mouthed kisses along his jaw as he whined and wriggled beneath you. Trailing down his neck to his collar bones and then his bare chest as you ripped open his shirt in one swift movement, you pinned his wrists above his head.

A protest ripped from his throat at your display of dominance.

“Y-Y/N!! I wanted to—”

“To what?” You questioned smugly.

Midoriya whimpered pathetically and you smirked.

He blushed, looking away. The boy was built like a bull but was an absolutely softie, innocent pure little bean at heart. He didn’t have what it took to take over.

“You wanted to touch me?” You asked, laving your tongue around one of his sensitive nipples. “You wanted to be on top?”

His face scrunched up at the strange sensation, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out as you bit down on the tender flesh.

You licked your lips seductively, making a show of your tongue grazing over your teeth as you gazed down at him through hooded eyes. “Do you think you deserve to touch me after being such a bad boy?”

You heard him every night. The walls were thin in the cheap apartment complex you lived in. Too thin.

“Don’t touch me until I say so.” You ordered.

You heard every wanton moan that bubbled past his pouty lips, such pretty little sounds that you wanted to hear all for yourself. You were jealous of the others in the vicinity that can undoubtedly hear him as well. The only thing that settled your heart at ease was the luscious cries of your name falling from his lips.

And now, all your neighbors would know just who he belonged to.

Midoriya gulped nervously and you reveled in the adrenaline pumping through your veins at being in control and dominating him. Your shirt rode up as you straddled his hips, and he wriggled beneath you, wanting nothing more than to touch you.

You trailed a finger from his chest all the way to his navel, teasing the waistband of his pants. He whined as you wiggled your ass down to sit comfortably on top of his thighs. Deftly unbuttoning his jeans, your eyes flickered back up to him.

“Oh my, these look so uncomfortable.” You mock pouted, sneakily biting the zipper of his fly and pulling it down. “Do you want me to take them off for you?”

You grinned as he involuntarily bucked his hips up into your feather-light touch, tears collecting at the corner of his eyes in frustration. Slowly pulling down his pants and boxers together, your eyes bugged out as you saw what he was packing.

“Oh…” You mused. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

If you thought he was big, you were dead wrong. This boy was hung as a horse. Well endowed to the max, he was easily packing eight inches and you couldn’t even fit your hands all away around his thick girth.

You stroked him as best as you could but judging by that guttural groan that erupted from his mouth, you’d say you were doing a pretty good job.

“Please!!” Midoriya begged, practically sobbing as you teased him and it was like music to your ears. “Please, Y/N, make me feel good!!”

“Yeah,” You whispered, suckling on the vein that ran on the underside of his stiff member. “You want me to make you cum, baby?”

“Yes, please!!” He cried, fisting the fabric of the sofa, remembering your rule not to touch you yet.

But it was killing him.

The foreplay had made you wet enough to take him and you weren’t keen on waiting another second longer.

Positioning yourself over his leaking head, the tip of his engorged shaft rubbed against your puffy folds as you pushed your thong to the side.

Midoriya’s eyes bulged out of his head as he saw the red lace and he couldn’t stop his hands from shooting to your waist as you threw your shirt up over your head, leaving you in that thin cami that left nothing to the imagination.

“F-Fuck—” You cursed as you sank down on him, thighs trembling from the effort of taking him. “Izuku, baby, you’re so big.”

He was rock hard and pressing against your inner walls just right. It had been so long since someone had filled you up like this and now that you had him, no one even came close to any of those prior.

Midoriya was huffing, moaning uncontrollably as the rush of pleasure he got by being encased in your tight heat so quickly. His hands gripped your hips, kneading the flesh of your ass as he started to rock you back and forth in his lap.

You completely ignored the fact that he disobeyed your order.

“Dumb baby,” You cooed softly. “Does that pussy feel good around your cock? Huh? Tell me.”

“Yes— hhgh, I love it so much, Y/N, you feel so tight, ahh!!” He mewled, unable to think of anything else except how good your cunny felt fluttering around him.

His face was beautifully flushed, unable to tear his gaze off of where his cock had disappeared into you. The sticky wetness smeared against his hip bones made your arousal evident and he was impossibly turned on at the vision in front of him.

You threw your head back as he took over control, gyrating your hips for you before you were even adjusted to his massive length. A breathy moan tumbled out of your lips as his fingers knotted their way into your hair, yanking it back so that your hips canted into him with every thrust.

“I-Izuku!!” You moaned loudly as he roughly and sporadically pounded into you.

You squealed as he pulled you down to his chest to get a better angle, all the breath vanishing from your lungs as he planted his heels and fucked up into you so fast that you would’ve fallen off from the force if he wasn’t holding onto you with an iron grip.

“Sorry, Y/N!!” He broke off with a whine and burrowed his face into your neck as you clenched around him, his hips stuttering. “But I’m about to—”

You shrieked as he released inside of you, painting your walls with his thick, milky white cum. Chest heaving, you pushed him down and straightened up, clicking your tongue.

“Such a selfish baby.” You crooned, controlling your breathing enough to put up a confident front. “I didn’t even get to cum yet.”

His eyes widened in horror at not satisfying you first. “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t— Gah!!”

His earnest apology was interrupted as you began bouncing on him again, keen on reaching your high. His spent length twitched inside of you and he whimpered, eyes screwed shut at the pain.

“Y/N!! It… It hurts!!” Midoriya whimpered pitifully, his eyes screwed shut at the overstimulation.

“Aw,” Your smile was sadistic and you threw your ass back into his lap intentionally, causing him to throb within you. “Does it?”

“Yes!!” He cried out. “Fuck, please stop!!”

You pouted sadly, gyrating your hips faster. “But I haven’t even cum yet.”

It was too much. Your words spun with those sinful rocks of your hips was making a lethal mix of pain and pleasure shoot through his system and he whined, pawing at your hips.

“Y/N, please!!” He begged, unsure what he was begging for at this point.

It didn’t take long for him to get hard again. You weren’t sure if his short refractory period was a side effect of his power or the fact that he had just lost his virginity to you and wanted you again, but you were definitely going to oblige him either way.

Midoriya arched into your scalding touch as you leaned down to kiss him once again. Your soft lips and the hot cavern of your mouth distracted him as your tongues danced together and he almost forgot about the fact that he was balls-deep inside of you.

Until you started to move again.

His cry was muffled as you licked it out of his mouth before pulling away.

Your grin widened and you rocked your hips back and forth at a mind-blowing pace, reducing the blubbering boy beneath you into a whimpering mess.

But your confident façade soon vanished as his hands found purchase on your hips and bucked up wildly.

The grin slipped off your face and you whimpered, fingers splaying on his bare chest for balance as he went wild, fucking up into you with abandon.

You could do nothing else other than hold on and pray you wouldn't fall off of him as he took over.

Biting your lip, you desperately tried to regain control. “Izuku—”

He gritted his teeth, ignoring you and your eyes widened as green lightning started to surround his body.

Your eyes widened. “Wait—!”

He didn't.

Your head tipped back and the loudest scream you've ever produced ripped from your throat as he used One for All to completely destroy your pussy. But to your disbelief, he didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down when you contracted around him.

His hips slammed up into yours at a breaknecking speed and tears blurred your vision as you cried out, sobbing with pleasure as he finally made you cum.

“Y/N, you’re milking my cock so much!!” Midoriya blurted out with a raspy moan as another orgasm spiraled to you and you shrieked, this one hitting harder than the last.

At some point, you blacked out.

When you came to, Midoriya was hovering over you worriedly, his green eyes glistening with concern as he called your name over and over again.

Sitting up with a groan, you realized that he had laid you down on the couch and covered you with a blanket.

“Y/N?” The boy asked, brushing the hair out of your eyes as he sat down by your side.

You offered him a smile, every bone in your body protesting as you sat up. Midoriya was helping you in a second, ignoring your feeble protests that you could do it yourself.

The next minute, he played with his fingers awkwardly.

“Was… Was it good for you?” He asked timidly, blinking his big eyes up at you.

You cracked a smile at how earnest he was. Cutie.

“Of course it was.” You murmured, planting a soft kiss on his forehead before staring straight into his eyes. “You know this means you're mine, right?”

Midoriya blinked his doe eyes, mouth parting slightly. “Eh?!”

You smirked. “Yup.”

“Really?!?!” He asked excitedly, leaning forward to stick his face close to yours and you giggled.

Adorable. Simply adorable.

“Yeah, baby.” You whispered, cupping his face and pecking his freckled cheek. He was so sweet. So pure.

You couldn’t wait to defile him more. Wait until he was exposed to the world of BDSM.

Licking your lips slyly, you smirked. “You’re all mine.”

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years

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Hey could you do a tom riddle smut where they have a friends with benefits agreement and it’s kinda rough with dirty talk and the reader sees Tom flirting with someone else and gets jealous and confesses the next time they have sex that she has feelings for him?

pairing: young!tom riddle x reader

warning(s): 18+, smut, slightly rough sex, dirty talk, feelings

word count: 1.7k

a/n: sorry this took super long, took a break over the weekend but we’re back! also i’ve never written for tom riddle before nor have i really thought about him in the sense but this made me feel things!! so thank you anon who requested for my new obsession haha. i’ll be posting more throughout the week and requests are still open.

Your night had definitely not gone as planned.

You had thought you’d go to this little party, all of the Slytherin upperclassmen in attendance, and end the night in Tom’s bed. But no. Of course that’s not how your night would be going.

What you were currently watching, with your wine glass dutifully in hand, was none other than Tom Riddle himself cozying up to Margot, who was a year younger than you.

You and Tom were only friends with benefits, something that was agreed upon a long time ago, but you couldn’t help the fire that burned inside of you when looking at him with another girl. Labels be damned, that boy was yours.

You waited patiently throughout the rest of the night, chatting with people here and there, until the room slowly began to clear. You watched as Margot finally retreated down the hallway to her room, leaving Tom all alone on the couch.

He caught your eye from across the room and simply tilted his head in the direction of his own room with a cocky grin plastered on his face. When he departed the room himself, you had no choice but to follow.

It was silent for a moment when you entered, but he quickly broke it. “Did you have a nice night?” He asked cordially, his back turned to you as he removed his tie.

“Not as nice of a time as you did with Margot, it seems,” you bit back. You knew it was childish, but you couldn’t help yourself.

When he turned to face you, he had an eyebrow cocked when he sauntered over to where you were perched on his bed. “Is someone... jealous?” He asked, looming over you.

“No, just pointing out what I saw,” you countered easily.

“You really don’t expect me to believe that, do you?” He asked, chuckling under his breath.

“You’ve said it yourself, Tom. We’re just friends. What do I have to be jealous about?” You replied icily, your eyes not wavering from his.

The way he was staring down at you sent your insides ablaze. The look in his eyes screamed menacing, possessive, and dark. It was everything you were craving from him in the moment.

“I saw the looks all night Y/N. You couldn’t take your eyes off of us. You wanted to be the one with my undivided attention. You wanted to be the one pressed against my side. Just admit it,” he spoke lowly, his hand coming up to cup the side of your cheek sweetly. Although he was speaking softly and touching you tenderly, you could see it in his eyes - he wanted to devour you. And you were happily going to let him.

You didn’t even reply, you just lunged at him, pulling his lips to yours. He matched your pace readily at first, but the next thing you knew he was pulling away and just ripping your clothes off at a speed you had never seen him move.

“Friends don’t bother with kissing, Y/N,” he told you roughly while finally peeling your underwear from your body, exposing you to him in your entirety. He paused for a moment, unable to help himself as he took in your body greedily, but then he pounced.

In one swift move he had his pants pulled down from his hips and his cock out of his briefs and lined up with your waiting core. You were sure he could feel the way you were throbbing for him against his tip, but you couldn’t find it in you to care at the moment. He was acting so similar, but so different to what he would normally do. He was always rough, always fast, but tonight he seemed to be letting some sort of guard down and he turned all types of wicked.

He plunged into you in one steady thrust, not even bothering to let you adjust or slip a finger or two in prior like he typically would. But he was quick to explain himself yet again. “Friends don’t bother with foreplay either. Friends only care about one thing - using your body to get off,” he practically spit out, now pumping in and out of you at a furious pace.

Although your eyes were closed, you knew he was watching you - he always did. You knew he could see the way your face kept scrunching up in pain at particularly rough thrusts, could feel the way your body was tensing beneath him, but it didn’t deter him. No. He was doing this on purpose. He was proving his point. You refused to let him win that quickly.

You moved your arms up from the bed in an attempt to grab him as you usually would, but the second your skin touched him, he had both of your wrists pinned against the mattress.

“Friends certainly don’t hold each other like lovers. Do they, Y/N?” He asked, a vicious condescending tone lacing through his voice. You whimpered at his words, your head tossing back and forth against his pillows in frustration, but you just heard him chuckle in return.

But finally, in the moment you thought you’d break, he began to slow his thrusts down to a delicious roll that made your insides flutter while he used one hand to grab your chin and turn your face towards his.

“You see, Y/N, I don’t think you like being just friends. Am I correct?” He asked. When you could only give a small nod back, he pressed forward. “Use your words. I know you have them.”

“You’re right,” you replied, voice small as you tried to form a coherent thought while he was that far inside of you.

“So what is it that you want, Y/N? Because by all means we can still be friends and finish this my way. But if you want something otherwise, let me know. Don’t be shy, we are friends after all,” he said, much more softly and playful than before. But you could tell he was treading along some weird edge, where he would bend to whatever you responded with in an instant. It was like playing with fire, but it spurred you on.

“Want you to myself,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks flush red at your own words. When you chanced a look up at him, he had an eyebrow raised with a cocky smirk plastered on his face. There was a mixture of surprise and relief in his eyes and it was then you realized he had stopped moving inside of you entirely.

“And how long have you felt like this?” He asked quietly, pulling out of you slowly but keeping his body above yours. Even he wasn’t willing to break the energy in the room that your words had created.

“I, um, I think I realized a few weeks ago,” you said, trying to gain some confidence the longer this conversation went on. It was never something you had envisioned yourself ever telling him, but in typical Tom fashion he had trapped you into it regardless.

“Hm, how funny. I’ve been feeling quite the same way about you,” he said, sending a shock through your system.

“Really?” You asked more loudly than you had intended, still not quite believing him.

“Y/N, any man would be a fool to have you and then let you go. I don’t intend on being a fool,” he explained.

“Then don’t be a fool. I’m as good as yours,” you said, feeling more confident after his own admittance. You looked at him just as his eyes shot to yours, and the smile you saw dance along his face was one of the most beautiful sights you had ever seen.

“Mine,” he all but muttered to himself, but the moment got swept away and heightened when he sheathed himself back inside of you, going at a pace he knew drove you absolutely wild with pleasure.

You moaned out for the first time that night while he ravished your body. His hands and lips seemed to be everywhere all at once in a flurry of passion and your arms slowly crept up to dig your nails into his back.

You got lost in your own feelings, letting the pleasure consume you entirely. You didn’t know how long it went on for, how many cries of his name left your lips, how many times he paused to just look at you, but you were snapped back to reality when spit slick fingers began attacking your clit.

You cried out, arching your back and trying to buck up into his hands in one movement. You didn’t even realize how close you were until his fingers were on you. But it was his words that swallowed you whole and tossed you over the edge.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Cum for me knowing you’re mine and I’m yours,” he said roughly in your ear, his own release quickly approaching him as well.

Once the words ‘I’m yours’ left his mouth, you were screaming his name and clinging to him as if your life depended on it while your orgasm burst through your body. He quickly followed after you, your own name moaned wantonly where his face was tucking against your neck while he fought to work you both through it. It was the best type of bliss you could ever imagine.

Slowly, he pulled out of you one final time and laid down beside you, pulling you into the heat of his body the instant his head hit the pillow. You both laid like that for a few minutes, listening to each others breathing slowly even out as he held you. Finally, you decided to break that silence.

“So what now, exactly?” You asked curiously, wondering exactly where you both stood now.

“Darling, it’s late. Let’s go to sleep, hm? And I promise we’ll talk about it all in the morning,” he replied, leaving a quick kiss on the tip of your nose.

You giggled lightly, it was probably the softest thing you had ever seen the man do, but you were quite content to fall asleep in his arms and see what tomorrow would bring - so that’s exactly what you did.

#harry potter #tom riddle #young tom riddle #tom riddle smut #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle headcanon #harry potter smut

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bumbleklee · 3 years

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Hi!! I'm the anon that asked you before for the Dad!Venti headcanons. I think it will be great if it's Venti x reader, but I will find anything great because Venti is a smol bean ahdlshslaja

venti would be such a sweet dad omggg

original ask: Hi!! I have seen that your requests are open and that you have a baby fever hahahahahahaha Can I ask for some headcanons with Venti?? 🥺🥺🥺

(under cut for those who don't fw kids, reader is afab but gn)

venti settles down with you once he realizes that he probably won’t be getting his gnosis back anytime soon

and when the abyss is finally defeated and his archon abilities aren’t returned, he takes it as a sign to move on

being a father is something he’s always wanted to do, he just didn’t think he could because of his archon status so when you find out you’re expecting after a few weeks of fooling around and trying, he was ecstatic

he strikes me as a boy dad

like having a mini-venti running around is his dream

he’s a master of dad jokes

he wants to protect his son from everything and anything but he’s surprisingly laid back to the point you have to snap some sense into him

it’s nice that he takes the baby off your hands so you can do whatever you want but that doesn’t mean to take him into the tavern on a busy friday night

(he uses his son to try and get free drinks from diluc)

venti sings lullabies to his son when you can’t get him to stop crying at night

he's got such a special bond with his son

when he’s older, he’ll teach him how to play the lyre or how to use a bow (you find one too many arrows lodged into your ceiling)

he’s a very clingy dad which is perfect because his son is very clingy too

if you aren’t holding him, your son is probably attached to venti’s hip

venti will hold him on his shoulders and it gives you heart attacks every time even though he’s probably fine

when his son was first born, venti picked up the little bundle and walked all around mondstadt explaining legends and memories and telling him all about the anemo archon that the country worshipped

venti thought it would be funny for his first word to be something to piss you off so when you aren’t around, he teaches his son every curse in the book

and you aren’t even surprised when your little baby boy blurts out “cunt!” for the first time

since you had the baby, venti thinks you’re the strongest person in teyvat

he loves how you care for your son and take care of all the serious stuff and let him do the “fun stuff”

Sometimes, Venti wished he still kept in contact with the other Archons so he could shove his proudest moments in their faces. Like now, when he was bouncing his son on his knee underneath the tree in Windrise. But alas, the Archons of Teyvat were slowly retiring, as mortals say, and it was becoming harder and harder to find their new identities. None the less, Venti knew Rex Lapis would have been proud of him for keeping a baby alive for nearly a year.

He was content with you being proud of him, though. Despite the past, you (and your son) were his future.

The baby turned a year old tomorrow and while you were busy setting up the party with Amber, Venti snatched your son away for a while. The baby babbled about nothing, little words falling out of his lips, while Venti pretended to understand. Grabby hands reached out to tangle in his hair, which was loose from his braids for once, and Venti didn’t pull away.

Soon, his son’s energetic movements slowed down and he slumped against Venti’s chest. Venti felt a warmth spread throughout his body, admiring the miracle he created. Slowly and quietly, Venti stood up from the base of the tree and adjusted his son in his arms. The baby stirred for a moment before snuggling his head against Venti’s shoulder.

On the walk home, Venti reminisced about how peaceful Teyvat was now compared to a few years prior. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you,” Venti told his sleeping son, “I promise.”

#genshin baby #genshin parenting #genshin hcs #genshin impact #genshin writing #genshin x reader #genshin self insert #genshin venti #venti #venti hcs #venti is a dad #venti x reader #venti x you

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landothemuppet · 3 years

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Far Longer Than Forever (p.p)

Word count: 4737

Pairing : peter parker

Request: YES! ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. The Swan Princess is one of my childhood movie and this was so fun to write. I can’t stop listenning the soundtrack now ! I’m so sorry for the time i took to write this, i had so much work to do with school. But it’s over now and i hope you will like this !

N/A: First, gif not mine but i don’t know who i’m gonna credit on this, i have no clue...This is my first Peter Parker x reader and i hope you all will like it! As always, I remind you that English is not my native language. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Like, reblogs to support. You can Love you all! xx

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As far as you can remember, you've always hated summer. Well, it was partly a lie. You loved the sweltering heat of Queens, the cherry popsicles from Delmar's, not having to worry about what time you had to get up. You liked it but hated the idea of the last two weeks of August.

This year was no exception. You looked at your half-finished suitcase, a grimace on your face. August still meant the same thing, the same routine: having to spend the last three weeks of his vacation with Peter Parker.

summer 2009

Peter Parker had lost his parents very early on, two years ago. He had lived since then with his aunt May and his uncle Ben. It was your mother's idea to introduce you to each other. Aunt May and your mom were friends from college and luckily, they lived in the same neighborhood. Your first meeting with the one who, many years later, would become Spider-Man, took place on his eighth birthday. You were invited to the party when you weren't even at the same school. Aunt May had simply shared his fears about Peter's difficulty making friends after the trauma he had experienced. Your mother, as the perfect friend that she was, had suggested that Peter and you spend time together.

There were 3 kids in total at that birthday party, you, Peter - obviously - and a boy from his school whose mother had forced him to be there, too. It was a fact; you were the only girl and you didn't know Peter at all. Your mother walked up to you, got up to your eye level and whispered

"Can you be nice? May told me she invited Peter's whole class and only this boy came"

You wanted to please your mother so you nodded before approaching the two boys. Peter and his friend were in the corner of the room, their backs turned to the adults. When you tapping the young boy on the shoulder to make you notice by him, he turned to you with a guilty expression. He had buttercream all over the corner of his mouth and he was holding a cupcake in his hand that looked delicious.

“My Aunt May tried to bake a cake, but Uncle Ben bought some cupcakes in anticipation. Do you want one?” Peter asked you in a friendly voice

“Why? Is May's cake not good?

“Uncle Ben says that she is not very good at cooking.”

You let out a little laugh and nodded your head before grabbing the cupcake with a smile. You thanked him and began to taste the little pastry with envy. It was so good! The buttercream was lemony, the cupcake was slightly lemony too but there was a taste you couldn't recognize. You were almost sure you had tasted it before, but you couldn't tell what it was. Peter and the other boy suggested that you go to Peter's room. He wanted to show you the LEGO set his uncle Ben had given him ahead of time and you followed them even though you weren't more excited about the idea.

And you were right. For several minutes, you were pushed aside while the two young boys spoke spiritedly. You complained several times that you wanted to do something else but Peter didn't seem to listen to you, too excited to finally be able to chat with someone who appreciated Star Wars as much as he did.

So you were annoyed and slightly angry with Peter but what broke the camel's back is that you started to not feel so good. Your throat was itching and you felt like your tongue was taking up a lot more space in your mouth, getting drier. Peter gave you a distracted look before his eyes widened. He let go of everything he had in his hands before running to his aunt.

"Aunt May, Aunt May! Y/N's tongue looks like a big, desiccated steak!"

"Peter, don't be rude!" she exclaimed, shocked by her nephew’s words

"No, no come see, she has a huge tongue! I think something is wrong"

Meanwhile, you ran into the bathroom at Peter's reaction. You weren't sure why he had looked at you like that, but you felt that a few things were wrong. In addition, you were more and more thirsty, your eyes also hurt. And that's when you saw your reflection. You were puffy, your tongue had tripled in size, hence this feeling of dryness and discomfort. It was the same with your throat. You started to cry and when May called you through the bathroom door, you fervently opened it.

May and your mother's expression of horror was instantaneous and your mother knew exactly what was causing your condition.

"What did she eat?"

"Nothing..." he tried to escape from being grounded

"Peter, this is very important. What did you eat?"

"We just ate the cupcakes Uncle Ben brought back"

Ben looked at May with guilty eyes. May had put so much effort into Peter's birthday cake and she felt hurt that they had bought some pastries in anticipation. Your mother was impatiently stamping her foot. It was important to know exactly what you had eaten and above all, you shouldn't waste any more time. Peter felt completely helpless. He had only given a cupcake to his guest, that’s all. What was wrong with giving someone a cupcake?

"What were those cupcakes flavor?" your mother said impatiently ...

"With lemon and almonds." he said in a very small voice.

You were panicked. And the eight-year-old that you were was not coping well with stress. Plus, your feeling of being sidelined by Peter and his friend made you feel even worse. So you frowned. You couldn't see a thing but you could feel the torrent of tears escaping your cheeks. You pointed at Peter with rage

"You tried to kill me !!!" you said somehow with your tongue as big as a little tangerine.

"It's not true!"

"Yes! You are a murderer"

And you cried even more before your mother takes you to the emergency room as quickly as possible, apologizing for the scene.

The week later, May forced Peter to apologize for giving you a cupcake, while justifying that he didn't know about your allergy. Your mother forced you to apologize for insulting Peter "a murderer" and accept his apologies.

But you spent the rest of the vacation arguing with the little guy. After all, you didn't want to be friends with a murderer.

Summer 2013

Aunt May and your mom didn't let go, however, and every summer you spent three damn weeks with Peter. The summer of your twelve years, you did not thus escape this eternal masquerade but this year, the tide had turned in your favor.

From the start, you never liked Star Wars. It really wasn't your world. You had always preferred Harry Potter and although Peter had read the books and enjoyed them - which he would never admit to you as that would amount to listing the commonalities you had - he was much more invested in the galactic universe. But on that day, Peter had particularly bothered you. He had first replaced the sugar in your hot chocolate with salt. He kept chanting silly nursery rhymes about you and the downstairs neighbor, insinuating that you were in love: which was not the case. Yes, Peter had been extremely annoying. This time Peter was getting on your nerds by bouncing a small ball against the ceiling as you tried to read your book. Uncle Ben was in the living room watching the sport - you weren't sure exactly which one since it didn't matter to you - so you couldn't go anywhere else to be quiet.

"Peter, stop it."

"Stop what?" he asked by bouncing the ball once more off his ceiling. You could even make out the smirk on his lips.

"That. Stop it! I can't read."

"This is nothing new."

You threw him the first thing you found on his desk, c.e, a banana, which he easily dodged. You groaned in frustration. May and your mother didn't understand when you talked about Peter's attitude towards you. He was a calm child, far too shy at school and interested in everything, especially science. He was looking forward to entering Midletown High School in two years. You hated that nerd side about him. Secretly, you were a little jealous of him for being the smartest in the room.

“I'm gonna hit you so hard you won't know your name anymore”

“ try me, dumbass.”

A few minutes later, he had finally stopped throwing that damn ball, but obviously Peter's boredom was driving him to find everything the most boring thing than the previous one to drive you crazy. This time, he had simply taken his favorite lightsaber - because he had several - and he was poking your shoulder to get your attention.

"Parker, stop!"

"Don't you want to drop this book and watch a movie?"

"What do you want to watch? Star Wars? No thanks ..."

"Oh come on, Y / N! I'm sure you'll like it!"

He patted you on the shoulder once more with his lightsaber.

"Do you want to play this, Parker?" you said before grabbing one of his other lightsabers

"What are you going to do? I'm sure you don't know how to fight with" he mocked.

You have lit the glowing plastic stick and you are placed in the guard position.

"Do you want to bet, knothead?"

He smiled at you and attacked you first. Strangely, this is what most resembled a moment of bond between Peter and you and deep down, you appreciate it. But you also appreciate that possibility of kicking his ass after he's been so irritating. You responded to his lightsaber attacks with ease and joy. It was playful, childish, but it was one of the few times you had fun with Peter. And you really appreciate it. Your two laughs mingled, echoing in the room.

But suddenly, as you were trying to dodge an attack from the brunet, your elbow made contact with his face. Peter's muffled cry of pain echoed and you froze. He was holding his nose with a grimace and when he took his hand away you both noticed in horror that he was bleeding.

"Fuck…"

"Pete..." you started talking

"You blew my nose!" Peter shouted

"I did not do it on purpose!" you defended yourself.

"Of course, you do! You fucking blew my nose!"

"Peter, I swear ..."

But Peter interrupted you by rushing out of his bedroom looking for his aunt who was in the office as she tried to file the important papers, that Ben and her had received this week. You were livid. First, because you didn't mean to hurt Peter on purpose. Second, you couldn't stand the sight of blood and it was literally everywhere. Peter was leaving trails of droplets on the floor of the apartment.

"Aunt May?!? Y/N blew my nose! Damn, I'm bleeding!"

After a brief stint in the ER, the rest of the stay was peaceful as you and Peter avoided each other until the end of the summer.

Summer 2017

Peter was not the Peter you had always known.

Since the death of his uncle Ben, the young man had closed in on himself and was even further away. Always so intelligent and discreet but much more distant. He had stopped teasing you or doing things that got on your nerves. He was minding his own business. And even though you had tried to be there for him, not denying him any of the offers he made to you during your stay ... you found him really ... overwhelmed. Which was still understandable.

But this year was worse than the last. May told your mother that last year Peter got an internship at Stark Industry and attended a seminar in Germany but came back with a black eye. He had been acting most weirdly ever more since then. And you could have witnessed it. In the afternoon, when you were busy, and when it was too hot, when you tried to rest, Peter would disappear for hours. When you caught him sneaking back several times, he made you promise not to tell Aunt May.

And you were starting to have theories about his nighttime getaways. After all, you were 16 and you too had started dating a few boys. But it never really worked. who knows why?! And when you wondered if Peter had a girlfriend, and who she was - he had to have one in view of all his sneaking out - your stomach twisted in a strange feeling. You didn't understand why the thought of Peter having a girlfriend bothered you so much. Over time, you had learned to be friends. It still happened sometimes that you quarreled but the events of the life made you grow up. Your parents had divorced, Peter had lost his uncle. You could tell yourself that you both had grown.

And it was one night when Peter was sneaking back in again that you discovered two secrets.

The first one: He was Spider-Man.

It was around midnight when you heard the sound of the window opening. Since your childhood and this Machiavellian plan of your mother and Aunt May, you had always slept in Peter's room during holiday and more recently in his bed. The noise alerted you and you got up in a sitting position. But the only thing you saw was a foot, placed on this said window, closing it gently. How the hell was that possible?

You were ready to scream but your gut told you to look up at the ceiling. A figure hung on it and you were paralyzed. Were you having one of those weird experiences called sleep paralysis? Delicately, silently, you grabbed the first blunt object within reach. A chemistry book that Peter seemed particularly fond of. The figure stepped on the ceiling as you were paralyzed. The form turned to land on the ground and then stood up, still with its back to you. You got up gently from Peter's bed and walked over. The man in the suit whose color you couldn't see took off his mask and you hit the air in an attempt to shoot him down. Peter turned around so quickly and blocked your gesture easily, like a reflex.

"What the ..."

"Bloody hell".

You both said at the same time. Your big surprised eyes mirrored Peter's. The curly man let go of your hand with an apologetic expression as you walked away from your friend. You turned on the bedside lamp before you discovered his blue and red costume. A very recognizable costume since it was that of Spider-Man. You winced, a look of judgment and incomprehension on your face. Not bothering to look at his face covered with bruises and traces of blood.

"What the ... are you sneaking out to go to a costume party?"

"What?! No…No Y/N I’m…”

“Spider-Man? Great costume by the way” you joked.

For a moment, you completely forgot that you just saw your friend glued upside down to the ceiling. Peter looked at you a little jaded, by the tone of your voice your guess was far from a sincere question but more of a mockery. And right now, the young man needed to be honest with you. He needed you.

"But, I am."

"Yeah that's it. And I slept with the Winter Soldier. You can't imagine what he can do with his metal arm."

Peter cut you off by pulling a web with his web shooter, tying your hands. The feel of the canvas was unpleasant, sticky but above all resistant. You let out a little cry of surprise, not powerful enough to pass the walls of Peter's room. Your eyes looked like two big golf balls, realizing that your friend was telling the truth.

"Omg, You're Spider-Man" you almost spoke too loud.

"Yes and don't make me web your mouth. May doesn't have to know"

"damn, peter. What happened to your face!"

“yeah about that…I need you Y/N, please…”

And without warning, Peter squeezed the spider in the middle of his costume, at chest level. He winced at the action revealing his bruised chest. He staggered a bit from the action, unsure of his legs and the pain in his sides fierce. You might see several bruises and cuts on your friend's body. You were having difficulty swallowing before you told him you were going to the bathroom to get what you needed. Before leaving the room, he made you promise to be discreet and not tell May anything if she ran into you. When you walk back into Peter's room, he's sitting half-lying on his bed, grimacing. You sit next to him, your heart pounding. You never noticed that he was so built. After all, as a superhero, he had to keep fit. But you couldn't deny that it intimidated you. Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment and a desire you never knew before. He had his eyes closed, as if trying to make the pain go away. And there, looking at him, you found him pretty. he was so cute that you couldn't help but run your hand through his curls to signal your presence and soothe him a bit. But Peter already knew you were there. He had heard your footsteps, he had smelled your scent, a sweet scent he had grown used to in his later years. He sighed softly, more relaxed. You started to clean the few shallow wounds.

"Does it hurt?" you asked quietly

"Mhmm no, not really."

"Did you win?"

"Ouch..No. Not tonight."

"Sorry." you said more for your gesture rather than the fact that he didn't win the fight against the bad guys.

"No, it's perfect ... it's just a little sensitive"

You smiled but something was wrong. A feeling you've never felt before. You've finished cleaning up Peter's wounds, but your gaze has darkened. As you were about to get up, the brunette gently grabbed your wrist to hold you back. He could hear your calm breathing and yet your heart was racing. He could feel the heat on your cheeks. He too felt that the tension was at its height. Your mind was muddled, he didn't know why, he wasn't a telepath, but he could see it, feel it. Your body betrayed your mind.

"Y/N, what is it?"

"I..I don't know." you lied.

"You can tell me everything."

"I ... Well…Seeing you like this ... makes me ... makes me realize that I ... I'm afraid of losing you."

"You won't lose me ... I promise"

You are ashamed of your vulnerable state. How did you go from hating this boy to having an overwhelming fear of losing him? You looked at those chocolate eyes in confusion and distress. You were now fully aware that the little neighborhood spider was none other than your childhood friend. The one you once loved to hate, tease, fight with over trivia. He was also on the youtube videos, who stopped cars with his bare hands.

“Y/N… you won’t lose me, I promise.”

Peter dared to walk slowly towards you and in a surge of courage, one of his hands circled your burning cheek, his lips rested on yours. The brunette had always had a crush on you without actually admitting it. After all, you had known each other since you were children but... your relationship had been rather confrontational. But for two years now, everything had changed for him. He appreciated more and more your little arguments, your teasing. His thoughts would sometimes turn darker when you lick your lips or when your fingers scratched that point behind your ear, when you were a little stressed.

Your lips moved between them in a harmonious dance and you were now clinging desperately to Peter's slightly sweaty brown curls. Your heart was pounding at a speed close to the point of no return, reluctant to stop suddenly in the face of this overstimulation. But all good things came to an end and you slowly walked away. You bit your lip to get the taste of Peter's back. Your mind wandered, lost in the haze of rushing feelings.

"You..you should rest ..."

You ended up pulling away, swallowing hard. That night you didn't sleep. You have studied every facial feature of Peter, thinking of every event since your friendship. The next day, you fooled that nothing had happened. Too scared of what that kiss meant to you.

Summer 2025

It all happened so quickly. After that summer, the summer of your kiss, you promised yourself that you understood your feelings towards Peter. You weren't going to the same high school and even though you were both on social media, you never dared to contact him. You needed time.

But you haven't had this time. Peter became full-time Spider-Man and then the aliens came to earth, again. The threat of Thanos hovered and within moments, days, hours ... you were gone under his snap.

When you returned to your childhood apartment, you were alone. Well, alone in front of the family who lived in this place now. The man in his forties simply believed you were a drug-hunting teenager squatter. Five damn years had passed. 5 years where your mother had a new life when you had been eclipsed. You were distraught, alone and it was by happy coincidence that you found May at the F.E.A.S.T project. It was a relief for you to find a familiar face again. She had suggested that you come and live in her new temporary apartment, allowing you to finish high school without having to move to the other end of the United States, with your mother. You declined your offer. You wanted to fend for yourself. And surprisingly, you did pretty well.

To be exact, Mr. Delmar was looking for a student to work in his store and was kind enough to greet you in the bedroom of one of his daughters who had gone to college. By the greatest of luck, you've never seen Peter. Or rather, you managed to avoid it for an entire year. You had caught a glimpse of him one day, trying to speak Italian to get a travel adapter and a dual headphone adapter. Did you feel foolish thinking that after so long - could we consider those 5 years to be 5 concrete years? - would it still focus on the kiss you shared? After all, you got away from him after that. And then, everything went in a state of madness.

Every time you turned on the television, you learned that elemental monsters had attacked a different country. They had first started with Mexico and then moved to Europe. Italy, Prague and then London. A certain Mysterio seemed to be taking care of this matter, but you couldn't help but think of Peter. May told you he was supposed to go to Italy. In fact, every time she went to Delmar's for a sandwich, she gave you an update on her nephew's trip. But it wasn't the craziest.

Upon his return ... Spider-man's identity was revealed. You had watched in horror the video of Mysterio, which appeared on the Daily Buggle newspaper, accusing Peter of wanting to be the new Iron-Man. You were listening to J. Jonah Jameson falsely accusing Peter of being a murderer. You knew Peter, and there was no way he had done such an act. The video was bogus, you were sure. When you tried to reconnect that summer, you noticed Peter's girlfriend. Michelle Jones and ... and that's what kept you from approaching him. He was already supported. He had his best friend, Ned. His girlfriend, MJ. And he had May. It was enough, wasn't it?

It was the following year, after a new incredible adventure that you met again.

You worked at the store in the evening. Mr Delmar had asked you to help him out urgently because his youngest daughter had a health problem. You accepted with pleasure. You had offered to babysit his daughter but the loving father he was wanted to be with her. And it was precisely this evening that a thug decided to steal the fund from you.

You were at gunpoint with your hands up in the air when you saw a red and black mass fall behind the thug.

"Hey buddy, I think the bank is across the street"

Spider-Man tapped the thief on the shoulder and dodged a punch.

"But I think I'll arrest you anyway if you went to the bank. You don't seem like a nice guy." Peter joked.

You were paralyzed as your friend, your best friend if you were honest, chained or avoided them with agility. You swallowed hard, unable to move or run away. A gunshot rang out and you smelled a scared little vintage. Peter squeezed the barrel of the gun in his hand, deviating from his course. It made sense now to say that he had simply defended himself against the assault. After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, Peter stared the offender against a fridge door, immobilizing him. He then turned to you, oblivious to your identity at the time.

"Are you okay there?"

"Peter!"

You didn't give him the chance to realize and you rushed into his arms, hugging him so tight to feel the comfort of his body against yours.

"Uh, yeah, you're welcome. Cuddles are nice but ..."

He paused for a moment and his automated eyes widened. He knew his perfume. The flowery, sweet scents that he had missed so much. Is this possible?

"Y/N?"

You let go of him and immediately put his mask back on. Adrenaline was controlling your actions and god damn it, you needed that touch. You kissed him, bluntly. Your lips crushed against his in impatience, in ardor, but too bad. You needed to feel it against you, to regain the feeling that you had felt, years ago. After a few seconds, you felt Peter's hands encircle your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your heart was exploding, the ardor was present in your kiss. You were even frustrated that you couldn't grab her brown curls with full hands, settling for only the base of her hair. You let out a moan before pulling away abruptly. He had a girlfriend.

"I… I'm sorry. I… Sorry, I didn't mean… MJ… and… please don't blame me."

Peter silenced you with another kiss, shorter this time but so good.

“There is no MJ .... Just you and me ... Far Longer Than Forever”

You looked at him hopefully and then burst out laughing after his words.

"I didn't know you were so romantic, Parker"

"Shut your mouth."

"Make me"

"You are impossible."

"But obviously, you like"

He was going to say something to nag you, he was looking for it but you caught him off guard, placing your lips on his again. You could feel his smile in the kiss and you couldn't help but do the same. Anyone living in the neighborhood present in the street would have a view of Spider-Man kissing the student cashier from Delmar. But you couldn't care less. You had waited too long and the joy you were feeling now was so intense, you didn't want to stop feeling this. It is reluctantly that Peter moved away from you apologizing for the fact that he had to go on patrol again.

"Go save the Spider-Man neighborhood"

"Only if you promise me you'll be there when I get back."

"I was thinking of going to say goodnight to May instead ... But if you want, I have a sleeping bag in the storeroom."

"You are incorrigible .... See you later ..."

"See you later."

You smiled, in a misty state of bliss as Peter disappeared from view. This time, you weren't planning to escape, you wanted to fall into the webs of Peter Parker. You closed the store after the police visit and headed to May's flat. It was late but with her kindness she welcomed you with open arms.

This summer ... was the best in years but the others to come were going to be even more wonderful.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #tom holland #tom holland fic

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Ohh my God…I'm reading Aristotle and Dante and i keep finding so many parallels to sns! Like when Ari instinctively saves Dante. Dante being the kid that wants to save everyone and Ari wants to protect Dante. Ari's brother in prison. (There's no rivalry, though), Ari denying what he feels for Dante.

People are ready to accept that Ari and Dante loved each other, but they'll never do the same for sns because they aren't "Canon"

What do you mean they aren't Canon, do you see the amount of parallels that exist between sns and other works depicting bl. 😭

I'm sorry I just wanted to rant about this somewhere.

Hey anon.

You are welcome to rant about SNS here, heh. It's what I do too sometimes.

Although I haven't read this book you are talking about.

I do get it though.

I am tired of most Naruto fans honestly. Even SNS fandom sometimes rubs me the wrong way, especially those who believe it's accidental. So many of them on here.

I ask them, what makes you think their story is accidental? Because they didn't say I love you to each other after all the text and subtext and visuals? How are you better than the antis when it comes to media perception? But you are ready to believe they are the world's greatest lovers that there ever were. What gave you that impression? Was it the writing and visuals? Yes to both. Okay, so why do you think Kishi drew or wrote it that way?

Japanese commercial manga industry is over seventy years old. Before Naruto was written, there were over fifty years of competitive manga art already being produced, and these creators kept improving, honing their talent. So Kishi had the advantage of consuming manga artwork written and drawn by these masters, who developed their styles and told their stories a thousand different ways, produced over a period of over fifty damn years.

These fans honestly think someone who has consumed scores and scores of manga wouldn't know what he is doing? They honestly think they know better? How arrogant does one have to be to think that way? Visual language existed way before manga, and origins of manga can be traced as far back as the 12th century. Do they honestly think manga artists don't know the meaning of what they are doing, and how their stories are perceived? You CAN'T write or draw a story unless you knew how it was perceived. Visual language inherently depends upon psychology and perception. Every single frame, every single action, every single composition of the frame, every single expression is drawn by the artist with care and precision, the greater the talent of the artist, the greater the precision and impact. Kishi used to take weeks to draw select artworks that required precision and details. Weeks! Accidental? Wow. Practice makes perfect and Kishi has only been drawing since he was three. And reading since he learnt how to. Started writing soon afterwards.

My problem isn't their ignorance, my problem is their continued faith in their ignorance without doing anything to learn more about it. This arrogant stubbornness, as if they have learnt all they could have learnt and their cups are so full, they are just not capable to fill it anymore.

Antis bother me too, but SNSers who stubbornly believe the above bother me more. How can you believe in something to this extent that it makes you 'insane' as you put it and not lift a finger to find out more? And then attack those who do? It's ridiculous.

Anyway. This was my rant. Heh. Hope we wouldn't need these rants in future. Hope we learn as we grow and grow as we learn. Hope we become better at understanding the world and thus, ourselves.

#ask #anon #naruto #sns #sasunaru #narusasu

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pixy-stix-art · 3 years

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Idk if anyone else has asked, but I’d be like to see the first time naga!Tommy nommed Wilbur, if that’s alright?

Here’s the angsty naga noms I was talking about and completely forgot to actually write….sorry if you didn’t want something this angsty anon. But as I was writing I just kept adding warnings. Sorry not sorry.

This is part two to another story I wrote. This takes place like a month or two before the other one.

(Warnings: safe vore, mouth play, fearplay, swearing, talk of death, thinking one is going to die, talk of not safe vore, panic attack, minor injury)

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Willbur ran through the woods sweat dripping down his face. He looked back to see he was still being fallowed. He was, trees were being torn down behind him. He yelled as he almost his a tree when he looked forwards again. He stumbled into a clearing, his legs were going to give out he thought. He tried running through the clearing to get out of direct sight, but he wasn’t quick enough. A giant pale hand reached from him from the trees. He screamed only just dodging the clawed hand. He had to get out of here! He was so tired and he knew he was only being played with. He was almost tempted to just give up, but he know he would die if he did. He didn’t want to die. He screamed as yet another giant hand reached for him.

He had been trying to get to Tommy’s cave. A young naga he had meet a few weeks ago. He had first thought Tommy was going to kill him. But the red naga only seemed to want a friend. So he talked to the kid for a few hours and he was let go. He had gotten more curious and had gone back to find Tommy. He got lost and Tommy found him. He seemed surprised that Willbur had come back to see him. He spent the night in Tommy’s cave. He started to actually like the giant naga. So he kept coming back much to Tommy’s surprise. And today was supposed to be like any other meet up. But he had been found by another even bigger naga on his way there. This one was green and had made it very clear what he wanted to do with Willbur.

Willbur gasped for air as he was picked up in a tight fist. He struggled as much as he could. But it wasn’t going to do anything. He was going to die. He was pulled close to the green nagas mouth and screamed as a forked tongue slipped out to taste him.

“Mmhmm… very nice.” They naga smiled. “You taste even better then you smell.” The naga purred.

“N-no! Don’t eat me!” He got one arm free from the grip. He tried pushing the nagas face away from him. He only succeed in getting his arm licked more. “Let me go!” He screamed, his voice already sore.

“I don’t think I will little snack.” The naga smiled showing off all their sharp fangs in front of Willbur.

“N-no! The village will know I’m missing and come after you! W-with swords and hunters!” He yelled. “You can’t kill me!”

“You think some little humans scare me? Just more snacks to me.” He brought Willbur even closer to his mouth. So he could feel the hot humid breath wash over him.

“You can’t just-” Willbur was cut off as he was shoved half way into the nagas mouth. He yelled as he felt sharp teeth clamp down on his waist. He kicked his feet a little so scared to move much. Or he’d cut in half. He push trying to force open the mouth. His arm slipped on the slick surface, he cut his arm on a sharp fang. He long tongue instantly curled around the injury tasting his blood. He sobbed, pretty sure he was having a panic attack. He realized he’s not going home tonight. The wet tongue curled around him coating him in thick saliva. He had lost all his energy to fight back long ago. All he could do was lay limp as he was sucked on like he was a piece of candy.

“I caught it, it’s mine.” They green naga said.

“It was in my territory, so by the rules it’s mine to eat. Unless you want me to tell the grand counsel how you are disobeying the rules Dream.” Tommy said firmly.

Willbur froze hearing Tommy call him a it. And mention how he was going to eat him. His panic riddled mind couldn’t fully figure the rest of it out. Counsel? What was that? All he knew was that he now had two nagas wanting to eat him. One of which he thought had been a friend….

Willbur whimpered as apparently Dream, as the green naga was called, growled at being told to hand Willbur over.

“You won’t.” Dream said glaring at the younger.

“You know I will. And you know Phil will listen to me.” Tommy threaten. He looked a little smug about it too.

Dream squeezed Willbur in his fist making him scream. He could feel his already bruised ribs bending at the pressure. He thought he might pass out. Finally he was let go, dropped into a more familiar pair of hands. He curled up, too weak and scared to move. More gentle fingers curled up around him rubbing his back. He hated that he felt comfort from it. Tommy wasn’t going to keep him safe. Not anymore.

“Well?” Dream questioned.

“What?” Tommy growled. He wanted to keep Willbur close to comfort him, but he couldn’t with Dream still here.

“Are you going to eat it or what?” He glared. He wasn’t leaving till he saw the human taken care of.

“I- I like eating in private.” Tommy cursed his stuttering. This wasn’t the plan! Dream was supposed to leave.

“No. Eat it now, or I will.” Dream said with a growl.

“I-“ Tommy looked panicked looking down at Willbur. He didn’t look good…. Tommy couldn’t help but think he looked broken. In more ways then one. He could eat Willbur and keep him safe at the same time. But he hated to do that to the human. But he didn’t have another choice.

“Fine, I’ll eat hi- it now.” He sighed. He brought Willbur up to his mouth being as gentle as possible without it being noticeable. He placed Willbur in him mouth cringing at the taste of blood. He hope he wasn’t too injured.

“Tommy…?” He whimpered as he was out in yer another mouth. He hoped Tommy would feel at lest a little bad about eating him.

The tongue slid over his arm making him gasped in pain. Everything froze, going still as he held his arm close, crying at the pain. Then everything moved. Gravity shifted and he slid back to the back of the mouth. “No, no no no no no..” Willbur muttered. “No! Tommy don’t please! Don’t do this! Please I don’t want to die! Tommy!” He screamed as he was swallowed back.

Tommy felt his heart beak hearing Willbur scream for his life. He wished he could tell him he’d be ok. That Tommy was just keeping him safe. He glared at Dream in full anger. “Now leave.” He said voice cold and calm. To calm.

Dream seemed to understand he wasn’t welcomed and slithered out of sight. “I better not see you again Dream! I’ll kill you! If I see you again!” Tommy yelled after him. He sighed head foggy from rage. He gasped as he remembered he needed to check on Will. He placed his hands over where he felt the small human in his brooding pouch. He wasn’t even moving… Tommy’s began to panic. “W-Willbur? Are you ok?” He asked gently pressing down on him.

Willbur curled up tight in a ball not bothering to move from where he had fallen into the stomach. He huffed hearing Tommy ask if he was ok.

“No! I’m not alright you dickhead!” He screamed. He was confused angry and sad. He just stared yelling. “How dare you do this! I thought we were friends! You- you said you wouldn’t hurt me. That you’d keep me safe. Was all that a lie? We’re you just going to eat me this whole time?” He was sobbing by the end of his rant. Hot angry tears ran down his face.

“No, of course it wasn’t all a lie! We are friends Willbur. I promise you’re safe. I just had to eat you so Dream wouldn’t.” He wanted to cry hearing Willburs words. He really thought he was going to die.

“Oh? Then let me out of here if you’re not going to hurt me!” He challenged.

“I-I can’t. I’m so sorry I would, but you’re so injured I don’t want to hurt you worse by bringing you back up.” He started to head home. Back to the cave.

“That’s what I thought.” Willbur sighed. He struggled to move and get more comfortable. Though he was probably going to be really uncomfortable in a second….

“I promise that your safe. You’ll see, in the morning I’ll let you out. Promise.” Tommy said. And he will. Willbur might not even come see him again. But at lest the human world be alive. Willbur hating him, was better then Willbur being dead.

He didn’t have enough energy to think let alone do anymore yelling. His whole body hurt. He curled up with the small hope burning in his chest, that maybe Tommy was telling the truth. He’d just have to see in the morning. He drifted off to sleep not wanting to be awake if he died.

Tommy got back to his cave curling up in his nest. He curled his tail protectively around his middle. He felt Willbur get heavier as he fell asleep. He hoped he could explain more in the morning. He had finally found someone who actually seemed to want to hang around him. But of course Willbur would never want to see him again now. He quietly cried himself to sleep that night. He had lost his only friend.

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