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propertyofwicked · 1 month

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"it'll grow back" - LN

v short. just expressing my sadness for the loss of beard lando </3 it's been a rough day lads

tried a little bit of social media au stuff so lemme know if that works <3

“hey ba-”

“you are in so much trouble,” you announce as he picks up the phone, pacing around the airport waiting for your layover flight to join him in australia.

“wha-? why?” lando says, his voice wavering slightly in panic, trying to remember everything he’d done in the last 24 hours that could anger you.

“how could you? how could you shave before i got to say a proper goodbye?” you whine down the phone, exaggerating your sadness at the loss of his facial hair.

“im sorry ba-”

“no i dont wanna hear it. firstly - i had to find out through twitter! AND my flight lands in 5 hours - you couldn’t wait till then?”

“if i waited you would’ve talked me out of it!” he argues back in jest.

“precisely!” you argue, the phone line falling silent, asides from max laughing in the background, and lando clearly trying to stifle his own giggles.

“max you’re a traitor! you promised me you would stop him,” you say, knowing he can hear you. max says nothing in response, just continues to laugh until he’s wheezing.

the announcement of your flight boarding was probably well timed, alerting you that you need to leave before the argument get serious.

“get on your flight angel, ill be at the airport to pick you up when you land.”

“you better be, you owe me.”

when you finally spot him in the airport, your pace quickens to meet him and his embrace. he presses a kiss to the top of your head, his arms moving to rest on and behind your shoulders. your head rolls backwards slightly to look up at him, as sigh escaping your lips when you see the lack of facial hair in person.

“12 seconds!” max exclaims from behind him, holding up his phone timer, “it took you 12 seconds to make a remark about him shaving!”

“hey! i didn’t even say anything,” you argue back.

"debatable."

“it’s ok y/n - it’ll grow back,” lando says, grinning at you before looking down and kissing your lips. the lack of scruff touching your face is unfamiliar.

“but now it feels like i’m kissing a 13 year old boy.” max snorts at your response, lando just keeps smiling down at you.

“when did you last eat?” lando asks, moving the conversation along, as he grabs your suitcase and starts walking to the car, you and max stood either side of him.

“erm, on the first flight - so i don’t know but i am starving.”

“let’s go get you some dinner. i’ll pay, call it an apology.”

“lan, you’d insist on paying whether i was owed an apology or not,” you retort, moving to sit in the car.

“i’ll make it up to you tonight,” he says, smirking at you. you had almost forgotten max was there till he started making fake vomit noises at lando’s comment.

“i’d love to see you try.”

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #lando x reader #lando smut #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #formula 1 #mclaren f1 #mclaren #lando norris fluff #formula one smut #formula 1 smut #f1 smut #propertyofwicked #f1socialmediaau

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semiweirdshipper · 11 months

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Slashers as fathers with a child/reader.

Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is less than ten years old (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile. (If you wanna ship Hannibal and Will together or view them as just friends, it's completely up to you).

Summary: The slasher fathers comforting their child/reader after they just got home from surgery.

Some of you are probably thinking "really, Weirdo? This is gonna be a thing now?" And my answer is absolutely! Hey, when you grow up in a rough environment, some times you just wanna immerse yourself into a reality where you're innocent, happy, safe, accepted and loved. And so thus I present these fatherly slasher drabbles. I hope they bring you peace and happiness.

Freddy

After you got home from your surgery, Freddy hadn't been prepared for just how emotional and clingy you would become, but he didn't mind, and he learned how to adjust straight away. He had already called into work to report a few days off so that he could provide you with extensive care.

Not once had you left his side. All day you had been attached to him, whimpering and groaning in small remnants of pain. It tugged at his heart and made him feel even more protective than what he already was. If only he could take your pain and fear away.

He had been tending to your needs all day. Fixing you sippy cups filled with broth since you couldn't eat whole foods yet. Holding you against his chest so that he could kiss your forehead and rub your back while mumbling loving reassurances to you. Coloring pictures and watching cartoons with you.

"Daddy... Do you love me?" You asked for what felt like the thousandth time.

Freddy, helping to make a wall of pillows around the edge of the bed, looked to you and said, "More than anything, sweetie. You are my world. You know that."

You whimpered, hugging a pillow against your chest. You were hurting, and you couldn't help but to seek reassurance from him. "You won't leave me... right?" You look to him sadly.

Freddy walked over to you and knelt down, cupping your cheeks and leaning in to kiss your head. "Never. Daddy will always be here for you no matter what. You hear me?"

Nodding, you frown a bit and stare down at the floor, "Yes, but I... I'm so scared, daddy, I-I don't wanna go back there again."

"I know," He spoke softly, gently squeezing your shoulder, "And you're not going to, alright? It's over. You don't have to go back. You're here with daddy now. Everything's gonna be alright, ok?"

"Ok," You whisper.

Freddy coaxed the pillow from your arms and pulled you in for a hug, "I love you, baby. More than anything. You know that, right?"

"I love you more, daddy," You smile big, soaking up his loving attention like a sponge.

Freddy pulled away and made a goofy thinking face, his eyes squinting at you, "Mm... Couldn't possibly. Now, let's get you in bed."

Smiling in joy at your giggles, Freddy made sure to be extra gentle with you while helping you to climb onto the bed. After shutting the lights off, he climbed in with you, barely laying on his back before you were snuggling right into his side.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, wrapping an arm around you, his fingers massaging through your hair against your head.

It felt nice and had you whimpering in soothing relaxation, "Hurts..."

"It'll feel better soon, sweetie," Freddy kissed your temple and pulled a blanket over both of you.

"Please don't let those scary people take me again," You mumble into his chest, your hands shaking a bit as you fought against crying, "Please."

"No one's going to take you, (y/n)," Freddy smiled a bit, fond of your adorable little fears. "You're home now and you're with me, and I'm gonna take good care of you until you feel better, alright?"

"Ok, daddy," You say softly, seeking comfort and safety by snuggling into his chest.

Freddy covered you up and cradled you against him. It broke his heart knowing that you were in pain, but he would always be there to comfort and love you no matter what.

Bo Sinclair + Uncle Vincent and Lester

Throughout the whole day after your dad brought you home from the hospital, you had taken turns latching onto him and your two uncles. You were very clingy and emotional, endlessly seeking their comfort, security and reassurance.

At work, Lester and Bo took turns running the gas station. Right now Lester sat in the bed of his truck, reclined against the side with you curled up in his lap, a blanket covering you as you both peacefully snoozed.

"Hey, Les? Hey, wake up," Someone demanded in a whisper tone, a hand nudging his shoulder.

Lester woke up with a groan, his arms tightening around you as he creaked open his eyes. When he saw who had interrupted his beauty sleep, he pouted and shook his head, whispering, "Aw, c'mon now. Don't ya got nothin' better to do?"

"If by 'better' ya mean spendin' some time with my child? Then yeah, I most certainly do," Bo reached in to pry his brother's arms off of you, "Now get your ass in there. Mans waitin' on his transmission."

"Lester do this, Lester do that," Lester mocked quietly, sticking his tongue out and glaring at his older sibling, "'I'm a killjoy who thinks he can boss everyone 'round jus' 'cause I got cool lookin' hair'"

"You don't shut your trap, an' I'm gonna-"

"Mm, daddy?" You roused from Lester's lap, your body immediately tensing as you practically jumped upwards in fear, "Daddy? Wh-what's going on? What's happening? Y-you're not taking me back, are you? Oww..."

"Whoa, hey now," Both Bo and Lester nearly bumped heads trying to hug you.

Lester was the one who won, sitting up straight with his legs hanging over the tailgate, "Hey now, critter bug, ya can't be movin' 'round like that. You'll hurt yourself."

"That's right," Bo stood in front of you and Lester, one hand reaching out to cup your reddened face, "An' quit thinkin' we're gonna take ya back. We ain't. Your surgery is over with. Ya don't needa' be worrying yourself no more, alright?"

You were teary eyed, one hand holding your stitched up, bandaged wound as you nod. "It was jus' so scary... And it hurts."

The little crackle of sadness in your voice broke both Lester and Bo's hearts. "I know, critter, I know. But you're gonna feel better soon, ok?" Bo went to pry Lester's hands away so that he could gently hold you against his chest, "Jus' focus on daddy's heartbeat, remember? It'll make everything better."

"My heartbeat could'a worked..." Lester grumbled, crossing his arms.

You whimpered while doing as he said, your little hands holding onto his neck as your head rested against his chest. You breathed in his comforting, familiar scent and listened to his heartbeat, feeling it thud against your upper body. It felt nice. You were safe and cozy. The pain from your surgery subsided.

"I... I wanna feel Uncle Les' heartbeat too," You say.

"Awww, thought ya'd never ask," Lester grinned and went to hug you from behind, his hands going to rest on Bo's waist.

"Eh-eh, wh-whoa-wait jus' a minute-I..." Bo's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he growled in frustration, but hearing the laughter it roused from you put a small smile on his face. He loves you more than anything, (y/n), and he'll always, always be there for you.

Michael + Aunt Laurie

Ever since you got out of the hospital, you had been attached to him like velcro. Off and on you would have emotional spells, complaining about pain and how scary the experience was. Michael knew that the doctors had technically helped you, but he still kind of just wanted to, you know... Throttle them. Just a little?

Right now he was sitting on the couch with you sitting sideways on his lap. You were reclined back against his arm, your head tilted forward a bit as he held your sippy-cup to your mouth like a mother would hold a bottle of milk out for her baby. Laurie had explained to him how some children who had surgery often acted younger than what they were due to the trauma of the experience.

But Michael didn't mind babying you. In fact he really enjoyed it. It comforted you and it was extremely endearing to him- reminding him of when you were younger. So helpless, small and vulnerable. He would do anything to protect you and keep you safe.

"Mm?" You tap on your dad's hand.

Michael pulled the sippy cup away and blinked at you, wondering what was wrong.

"I'm sleepy. Can we do the jacket thing again, please?" You ask, nuzzling against his chest and mumbling, "It's been forever."

Oh yes. The 'jacket thing'. Michael nodded, setting your sippy-cup aside and going to coax you off his lap. Because of your stitches, he didn't want to carry you around too much despite every overprotective cell in his body screaming at him to keep you as close to him as possible, and he held your hand on the way to his bedroom.

Fetching the very large jacket from the closet, Michael put it on and went to lay back on the bed after helping you climb aboard. Then you went to lay on top of him, your hands looping underneath his upper arms as your face lay comfortably against his chest. Once you were situated, Michael stretched the jacket over the top of you and zipped it up most of the way, clasping you both securely together.

This was a habit Michael had started ever since you were an infant. He would use jackets to hold you close to his chest, obsessed with keeping you safe and secure at all times. He couldn't help it. He had experience with so many bad people. The thought of leaving you unguarded for even a second drove him crazy with anxiety.

"Daddy?" You murmur against his chest, "Did I do something bad? Is that why I have to hurt?"

Michael shook his head. His hands quickly went to cup your face, his fingers brushing through your hair. No. Of course not. Why would you ask something like that?

"Then why? Why did I have to-" You hiccuped, pushing yourself against him as much as you could as if he were a safety fort of pillows.

"Because you had a blockage, honey," Laurie explained as she brought you your freshly made sippy-cup and Michael a glass of water, "And some times stuff like that happens to people. It doesn't mean that you did anything bad."

Michael looked to his sister with gratitude. Gratitude that fell into irritation when she pulled her over-stuffed camera out and quickly took a picture of the two of you. "Yep, that one's going on the fridge."

Rolling his eyes, Michael brushed your face before lifting his hands to explain to you through sign-language how he was sorry that you had to go through this, but him and Laurie were right here beside you and they were going to do their best to make sure that you were taken care of.

Hannibal + Will

Will knocked on the door. Whenever it opened he was met with a sight that had his mouth gaping. Hannibal stood there, his hair messy, his tie uneven, his vest crooked, and his shoes gone. His eyes had dark circles beneath them, but even then his expression was calm and full of understanding.

"Good evening, Will. Thank you for coming," He whispered, inviting him in.

"So... It's that bad, huh?" Will whispered back, eying your sleeping figure from where it was being held against Hannibal's waist, "They okay? And-uh... Are 'you' okay?"

"The surgery went well. (y/n) was released earlier this afternoon. Aside from some discomfort and pain, they have been... 'Attached'," Hannibal chuckled fondly, turning to give your snoozing self a loving stare, "As for me? Well, I haven't used the restroom in over eight hours, give or take."

"Wow, ok," Will nodded and went to lift his arms out, "Yeah. You go use the restroom and shower if you want- probably throw in a glass or two of wine while you're at it, and I'll just-yeah, I'll just take them for a bit."

"Thank you, Will," Hannibal said gratefully, carefully transporting you over to his best friend, "Be gentle with them."

"I will," Will nodded, gently holding you against his chest and rocking you softly, "We'll be waiting for you on the couch."

"Thank you," Hannibal bowed slightly in tremendous appreciation and politely dismissed himself to go use the restroom, shower and change. Thank goodness he had Will. Will was your second favorite person besides him, and he figured that if you were to wake up then you might not mind being not-attached to him for a bit.

And it's not that Hannibal minded you being attached. Not at all. He just needed some time to get himself cleaned up properly. He couldn't do that when you refused to let go of his arm.

This whole day had been a fiasco. You were unbelievably emotional after the surgery, constantly fearing being taken back, and complaining about the pain. You were so afraid and uncomfortable that you even apologized to him and promised to never do anything bad- even though you hadn't done anything bad in the first place- just as long as he never took you back there again.

And that's why you clung to him so strongly. You sought his constant praise, reassurance and security, and he had supplied it in generous amounts. All day he had tended to your needs; feeding you, reading to you, holding you close and watching movies. Anything to make you happy.

By the time Hannibal had showered, downed some beverage and changed into something more comfortable, he walked into his living room and felt his heart get struck with warmth by what he saw.

You were sitting in Will's lap, your tired eyes calmly watching the TV as you sucked your thumb. On the table sat some take-out from one of Hannibal's favorite restaurants- obviously ordered by Will. Buh-bye midnight cooking.

Will locked eyes with him before you did, and Hannibal took the chance to quickly mouth something to him.

When you noticed him, you gasped happily and reached out for him, "Daddy!"

"Hello my little lamb, how are you feeling?" He asked, sitting in the space beside Will. He was humbled that you didn't try to get out of his lap straight away.

"Okay," You say softly, looking up at Will who leaned down and peppered playful kisses against your head, "Will said you were stinky and that you needed to potty."

"Did he?" Hannibal cocked his head at his best friend.

Will laughed in fondness. Hannibal joined him, so very appreciative of him and his support. And he was also appreciative of you for listening to him and understanding. All three of you loved each other so much. It was such a beautiful family circle.

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I doubt anyone will answer, but it's just a fun question... Are there any other slashers that you would like to see be written as a father figure?

#slashers #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #freddy krueger x reader #bo sinclair x reader #michael myers x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #Platonic love only #no romantic relationships #Father and child relationship #reader insert #child reader #Slashers as dads #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #will graham #laurie strode #Hannigram if you squint

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envy-of-the-apple · 2 months

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ok I'm SO glad you love to answer questions bc I have so many. First of all, how will gojo act when Ms moon is completely under his thumb as a pregnant housewife? Will he be kind until she hurts his domestic fantasies (by having breakdowns from being trapped in a golden cage, for eg), will he put up with her pregnancy mood swings and try to spoil her or will he leave all that to the servants and just come home for the sex or wtv? And omg what kind of a dad will he be?? Basically, will he maintain any actual intimacy (beyond sex) w her after he "owns" her or will he be typical neglectful rich husband and father? And omg will we cover any of this in part 2?? Love ur writing btw ❤️

Gojo will definitely be the MOST romantic. Yeah, he basically bullied you into becoming his subservient partner, and you can’t ever leave him, but that doesn't mean you can't have fun together. After your 'reunion,' he'd definitely drag you out to ride those swan boat things. And pictures! He's big on pictures.

I feel like now, when he’s older, he’ll find other ways to keep you in line other than pure bullying. He’ll probably threaten to financially ruin you. Ruin the lives of everyone you love etc etc. Technically, your new life isn’t horrible enough for you to break completely. You still have some semblance of freedom. Just don't ever run from him, again.

Satoru would definitely be a bad dad. He’ll see any kids you do end up having as “collateral” or an inconvenience he has to put up with you staying with him. Again, he doesn't truly want kids but if it'll make you stay....I think the one good thing would be that he won’t be obvious about it. He’ll smile at them, ruffle their hair, the occasional “good job buddy!”. Behind closed doors, when it’s just you and him, he’d definitely complain about the brats and the rising hints of sending them to a school overseas. He’s DEFINITELY petty enough to get jealous of his own kids. Especially when they’re babies and really dependent on you, he’ll often say things like “again? Can’t it just sleep it off?” or “you’re really lucky I’m willing you share you with them”. It’d get better as they grow older and less and less dependent on you.

He provides for them, financially at least. Gojo will hire Nannies and whoever you want to come care for your kids. If it’s the middle of the night and your child wakes up crying, with enough begging from you he MIGHT reluctantly get up to rock your kid back to sleep. But mostly, you and the nannies care for the kid.

He’s not completely heartless. Once the kids get a tad bit older and start relying on you a little less, his relationship with them may change. It entirely depends on the kids, though. If they consider him their personal hero he might develop a soft spot for them. If they don’t, then he’ll just tolerate them for your sake.

#yandere jjk #yandere #dark content #dark gojo satoru #dark jjk #“The Sun Eats the Moon” Asks #SEM

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n0t-vzin1s · 1 year

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bf!chuuya headcannons

gn!reader x chuuya

a/n: i'm so surprised at how much attention dazais hc post got so here's chuuya

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small nsfw warning?? only mentions sex

where do i even begin with him

he's probably never been in a relationship before, and if he has it was only for sex

so when you (undoubtedly) ask him out he's a little hesitant

and by that i mean

he probably outright avoided you for two weeks straight until you surprised him in his office

and even then he puts his career in first place

"i'm an executive, you'll be targeted"

ok and

what if we can defend ourself?

what then chuuya

he's super sweet, i can assure you that much

gets into arguments with you about the most stupidest shit

you or him are probably super petty and will just ignore eachother until the other admits they were wrong.

hint: it'll probably be you

chuuyas got a short fuse so if he has to admit he's wrong you've got a one way ticket to hell

like dazai, he teaches you self defence

and then gets his ass beat by you

idk he probably sleeps with a stuffed animal in his bed that dazai gave him when they were teenagers

just outright refuses to get rid of it

dresses fancy. no matter the occasion. which means you have to match him. sorry.

probably plays an instrument or something

i'm imagining guitar or violin idk

his room has a lot of photographs from his younger years

(they're all him and dazai)

when you question him about them, he clams up and stays quiet

family man

he never really.. had one, growing up

so if he has any friends with kids he's already offered to baby sit

surprisingly gentle with kids

he's rich so he probably will buy you anything you so much as LOOK at once.

what's that? you glanced at this plant in a store?

he's already at the register paying for it.

romantic dates!!

walking through the park with your hands intertwined was probably his favourite

or the time he took you to a pond and went swimming with you at three in the morning, proceeded by watching the sun rise

little spoon

there is no way in hell this man is a big spoon

likes painting with you

but he sucks at painting so you'll draw something magnificent and he's got a circle

surprisingly

he has to take a lot of vitamins due to deficiencies

lets you wear his hat often

everyone used to warn you to never touch his hat but now he just straight up sets it on your head

lots n lots n lots of playing games with him

or playing with his hair while he rages in a cod lobby

when the lobby hears you talking to him and him talking back they make fun of him for being a softy

they are found dead later.

LOVES when you braid his hair

will never admit it though

watches your favourite shows and movies with you

instead of buying you flowers on your first date, he brought you a lego BOUQUET of flowers. that way they'd never die and you'd have the memory forever

has yoh paint his nails for him since he's too shaky to do it himself

cuts his own hair and offers to cut yours

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it kinda just occurred to me how much i have going on in my life

1. coding a story

2. publishing on wattpad (@/talesbyraven)

3. editing on tiktok (@/sirjuuzou)

like it doesn't seem like MUCH but it's a lot considering how much time it takes up.

i coded today for maybe 5hrs and got 160 lines done, which a CHAPTER has around 2000-8000 per chapter. 🤷‍♀️

publishing depends on my mood, although it has been messed up for the last month but i used to publish once everyday, but since it's changed i've been stressed out.

editing can be time consuming, and depending on if it's a transition edit or just shakes and whatnot it can take between 15 minutes to an hour and a half, and it's hard finding the motivation lol.

#chuuya x y/n #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #chuya nakahara #nakahara chūya #bsd chuuya #chuuya bsd #chuuya x reader #head canon #chuuya hcs #chuuya headcanons #chuuya fluff #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuyabsd #chuuya supremacy #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs headcanons

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chevys-bitch-fest · 1 year

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Lesser known effects of Testosterone:

Just wanted to make a post for all my transmascs out there. I didn't have a great doctor when I started T, and I was very isolated from other queer people. For reference, Ive been on T injections for 9 months, on 25mg weekly (which is a low dose)

Most people know that your clit will grow while you're on T. I wanted to explain it in more depth because there's more to it than just that. Your clit can start growing as early as 2 months on T, and on average it'll grow 2-3 inches after 2 years of HRT. You will probably be able to get a mini erection. And for me personally, I found that the internal part of my clit would swell up when aroused. (Aka it might look like your lips are swolen, this is normal) Its also important to clean under the hood of your clit, because as time goes on it collects sweat/ toilet paper. Ive found the best method is to sit on the toilet, pull back the hood (or foreskin as I like to call it), and run a wet q tip over it. Be gentle because its sensitive af.

Your Vagina may be more dry than usual. If you experience pain durring penitrative sex, try using lube, or spending more time on foreplay. You can also use dialator dildos or take supplements. If pain persists, please talk to a doctor.

Your period probably wont just gracefully come to a stop (i know, I was disappointed too) you might think its gone, then 3 months later its back. I also had a light period that lasted for 3 weeks. As long as you're not experiencing profuse bleeding or extreme pain, its ok to just ride it out. It takes a minute for your body to get used to new hormones.

You're probably going to want to masturbate a lot. Its ok. No shame dude, T hits you hard on that front.

Your breasts will flatten out a bit. I went from a C to a B arround 6 months. Unfortunately they won't dissappear completely, but it sure as hell makes binding easier.

Ass crack hair. Imma just leave it at that.

Well, I hope this was helpful! Im really proud of all my transmascs out there. I know its scary sometimes, but yall are doing great. Also if anybody has trans questions or just wants to talk, my dms are always open! 💜

#trans #trans experience #ftm trans #transmasc #trans man #trans male #trans guy #transgender #transisbeautiful #trans is sexy #trans tips #ftm tips #queer #lgbt #testosterone

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mylesimeblr · 1 month

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NSFW….

Thigh fucking?? Anyone can top and any Spider ship.

There you go :) I hope it'll be ok!

Pairing: Spider x Lo’ak

Warnings: very explicit smut, very explicit language, dominant Lo’ak, annoyed but sub Spider, obsessed Lo’ak, size difference, human/na’vi, some realism, pseudo secret relationship, slight cheating mentioned, thigh fucking, rimming, masturbation, hair pulling, power imbalance, mild body worship

“Lo’ak,” Spider whines, “We have to go back before they notice we’re gone!”

But Lo’ak isn’t listening. He’s already pressing Spider into the ground behind an abandoned marui at the far end of the village near the forest where no one never comes. Spider licks his lip, his knees digging into the rough sand, the grains marking their way into his flesh painfully. Large hands grip his waist, a mouth closes on his collarbone. A tongue laps hungrily at his skin, warm and raspy.

“Lo…” Spider tries again, overwhelmed by his friend’s intensity.

The Na’vi ignores him.

When he’s like this, there’s no point arguing with him. Spider might as well make conversation with the sand…

Long fingers start working hastily on his loincloths, losing patience as they fight with the tie. He just hopes Lo’ak won’t rip yet another. It’s becoming difficult to replace them without raising suspicion, the argument that he’s grown out of them growing cold on Norm. Plus, he’s pretty sure Neytiri is having thoughts of her own. She keeps sending those calculating stares at him, making him feel even more uncomfortable and unsafe in her presence than he usually does.

Today won’t be the exception it seems as Lo’ak loses patience after a full minute of fight and forcefully opens the cloth, tearing it in half. Spider rolls his eyes. Yet another one…

The Na’vi stops to observe the human’s bare body. Spider hears him gasp as he takes into the whole of him, waiting on his knees and elbows, ass perfectly heart-shaped, his hole hidden in the patch of darkness offered by his slightly parted cheeks. Even though he can’t see him, he knows Lo’ak is probably ready to go, just seeing him like this. His obsession for Spider’s ass is bordering on unhealthy.

The Na’vi’s large hands run on Spider’s muscled back before falling on his well defined ass cheek, one globe of flesh in each hand. They’re so big and warm on his skin. It makes Spider bite his lower lip and moan.

The touch is gentle at first - oddly so (Lo’ak is not gentle - Spider knows this a bit too much, there’s not an ounce of patience in that big blue boy).

Suddenly, a controlled slap lands on his butt cheek, startling him. Lo’ak has learned to master his superior strength. But it still stings and Spider lets go of a moan of pain. The hand pats the growing redness on his cheek, soothing it. Lo’ak shuffles behind him and replaces his hand with the warm dampness of his mouth, kissing it before giving way to sharp teeth, sinking themselves into the soft and fragile flesh. He doesn’t bite hard enough to break skin but it still stings and Spider whines, wiggling his butt in the air to make Lo’ak’s teeth release their hold.

“Be good!” Lo’ak warns, slapping him again with a blunt palm, more to assert his authority than cause any actual pain.

Two large hands suddenly part his cheeks. A finger brushes against his virgin hole. Spider recoils immediately, unprepared to be touched.

“Damn,” Lo’ak mutters, “Why do you have to be so small… How am I even supposed to fuck you… I can’t even see any opening in there…” The finger touches him again but never enters, “Maybe I could train you…” The finger curls and the tip gently pressed into the rim.

“No!” Spider says, “You’re too big.”

“Just a finger!” Lo’ak tries to bargain.

“I said no! Your finger is the size of my dick.”

“What about your fingers then?”

“What?!” Spider asks, turning toward the Na’vi to look at him with a frown.

Lo’ak puts him back in place, “You could open yourself for me.”

“I’m not fingering my ass in front of you. Forget it.”

Lo’ak huffs, “You’re no fun.”

They’ve had this discussion dozens of times already. It’s not that Spider doesn’t want to have sex with Lo’ak. He does. Lo’ak is gorgeous. But contrary to him, Spider doesn’t live in fantasy land. He’s sufficiently informed to know the consequences of mating with a guy twice his size and taking a dick as big as his forearm in a hole as large as his pinkie. He tried to finger himself before. Never again. It was just too weird. Lo’ak doesn’t seem to get it. He seems to think Spider’s hole will magically stretch and seal itself back on demand. The guy clearly is deluded…

“I’d let you fuck me, you know,” Lo’ak says, “If your dick wasn’t so small…”

“My dick is not small!”

“You said it yourself, it’s the size of my finger!”

“That’s because you’re a giant, skxawng! It’s all about perspectives! And that giant cock of yours stays away from my tiny butthole. I don’t want to end up gaping and shitting myself like an old man or being ripped open to my balls, thank you very much!”

Lo’ak rolls his eyes, “You’re so poetic bro!”

“You’re a bad influence!”

A large and raspy tongue suddenly touches his hole, making him yelp and quiver in surprise.

“Lo’!” Spider whines.

The Na’vi ignores him and keeps on licking him, the hard tip pushing into his hole and the sensation is so weird, Spider grimaces a little.

“Come on,” Lo’ak insists blowing against his hole, “I’ll be super gentle!”

“Aaaaaand…. That’s still a no! My ass is not open for business! Besides, why are you so obsessed with getting your dick in me? Don’t you want to preserve yourself for your future mate? I mean, what will Tsireya say when you bond with her and she sees all those times you’ve begged me to fuck my tawtute ass?!”

“Don’t talk about her now!” Lo’ak admonishes before licking Spider’s hole again, “I’m so hard for you, bro! What am I supposed to do with myself if I can’t put my dick anywhere inside you?!”

“Well, find something else! But leave my asshole alone!”

“You don’t even like my tongue?” Lo’ak asks, smiling playfully as he tickles Spider’s hole with his tongue again.

Spider bites his bottom lip, “Mmh…” he moans, as Lo’ak swirls his tongue a bit into him without forcing to pass the rim, “Your tongue does feel nice…” he admits.

Lo’ak’s smile widens, “See? I can be good and gentle with my tiny tawtute!”

Spider flushes at the pet name and size mention. He doesn’t like being babied and at the same time, there’s something about Lo’ak’s voice and the way he’s grabbing him that makes his dick twitch.

“You taste so good…” Lo’ak praises, “You’d be so warm inside… So soft… Eywa, I want to fuck you so bad…You have no idea…”

Lo’ak’s mouth suddenly retreats from his ass. The Na’vi presses his lower back into the ground, making him arch, and spreads his legs. Spider frowns, not really understanding what Lo’ak is doing, until something impossibly large and spiky slips its ways between his parted tights. The human gasps. Lo’ak adjusts his legs until the opening fits the bumps of his cock.

“Yeah… Stay just like that…” Lo’ak whispers in a hot, raspy voice, “Don’t move hì'i 'u…”

Lo’ak presses his hands on Spider’s waist and begins to fuck his thighs, his huge cock going back and forth on his soft skin. Spider moans. The bumps, ridges and spines scratching against his flesh and brushing right under his sensitive balls.

“Lo’...” he moans, letting himself sink into the sand.

Lo’ak spreads Spider’s butt cheeks again and Spider knows he’s staring at his hole.

“You feel my spines, yawntu?” Lo’ak asks, breathless, “They’re for you. They’re just for you.”

Spider gasps. Male Na’vi spines harden when they’re ready to mate… with their mate. It’s usually the sign they have reached full maturity and are ready to bond. The thought makes Spider dizzy.

Lo’ak’s hand trails up on Spider’s back and grabs a fistful of golden dreads. He pulls on it - still surprisingly mindful of his strength - as he keeps on fucking the human’s thighs and perineum.

Lo’ak uses his free hand to pull Spider on his knees, the human’s back pressed against his chest, his other hand still buried in Spider’s hair possessively. With their size difference, Lo’ak easily towers above the human and sees without effort his own cock appearing and disappearing from the human’s tights, the human’s cock bumping against his stomach, leaking.

“You’re hard too, yawntu… So hard… Touch yourself for me… I want to watch you come…”

Spider moans and does as told, wrapping his hand around his cock that he begins to stroke in fast, desperate gestures.

“Love your cock…” Lo’ak groans, “So pretty… Just like the rest of you…”

Lo’ak grabs the human’s waist with both of his immense hands as he keeps rocking behind him, the largeness of his cocks and the bumps and spines causing a bloody redness on Spider’s thighs where they’re repeatedly going through. He will need balm to soothe the growing irritation.

Spider’s hand moves with jerky movements as Lo’ak’s blue one curls around Spider’s hip and stomach, pressing their bodies impossibly close.

“Come on baby…” Lo’ak encourages, “Let me see that pretty white stream…”

He lets both his huge hands reach toward Spider’s narrow pelvis, passing on the flexing abs on his stomach and buries his fingers into the damp heat of Spider’s pubic hair, gently circling the base of his cock, the tips of his long fingers brushing against his balls.

Spider lets his head rest completely on the Na’vi’s stomach, lips parted, eyes closed. There’s some fog on his mask from how hard he’s breathing.

He comes, spilling on his hands and stomach.

Lo’ak groans. His kuru bumps into Spider’s hip, the tendrils desperate to connect and attach themselves to something. He stares down again at his own purple cock slipping between Spider’s thighs, some of Spider’s seed dripping on him, coating his cock in the human’s warm cum he so desperately wants to taste.

It’s enough to send him over the edge and he follows, going rigid, his hands pressing hard into the human’s waist, his tail slapping his own back. He wants to bond, kiss and bite. But Spider is too small and his mouth closes on empty, his tendrils clenching around nothing.

He lets himself ride his orgasm for a few seconds, Spider’s small hands rubbing circles on Lo’ak’s much bigger thighs. They rest like this, in comfortable silence, enjoying this moment of peace before they have to return.

Lo’ak kisses the top of Spider’s head.

“Still, I’m sure I could train you to take my cock,” the Na’vi notes after a while.

“No.”

“You’re no fun…”

#miles spider socorro #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #mylesime fics #locorro #avatar the way of water #spider x lo'ak #avatar smut

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clovermarigold · 9 months

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Daggers & Daffodils Chap.22

Dagur x Reader

Damn, two updates in the span of a week. I am on a roll :D Enjoy the chapter.

also, 82% sure I used the word placate right... probably not

"I don't like this, Hiccup" Astrid put her hands on her hip as you and Hiccup got ready to fly on Toothless. "I don't either, but we have no choice".

"It'll be fine, Astrid. I can handle Dagur" you placed your hand on her shoulder. "We'll what if we can't get you back. I mean, do you seriously want to end up married to that freak" she asked. "That won't happen, I'll stick around long enough for him to drop his guard, then I'll get out with the Dragon Eye" Astrid didn't seem convinced. "That isn't exactly a plan-".

"Well, it's all we've got. It took me long enough to get Hiccup to agree to this, Gustav needs us. He's just a kid, Dagur won't hurt me, but who knows what he'll do to him" in all actuality you knew exactly what Dagur would do to Gustav if you didn't show, but you didn't want to think about it too much.

"You sure we have no choice? Like, none? Zip? Zilch?" Tuff asks. Hiccup looks down from Toothless "This is all my fault anyway-", "Ninguno?", "I never even gave the kid a chance", "Ni Portugal?", "Tuff that's really not helping at all!", "Yeah". "If I wasn't so busy tinkering with this thing, I don't know, maybe I could have kept him busy". Fishlegs spoke up, "Uh, yeah, nobody can keep Gustav busy".

"At least let us back you up out there" Astrid reasoned. "Dagur was very clear. I have to come alone. We don't know what he'll do to Gustav if I don't follow his demands to the letter. We can't risk it". Astrid gave you a withering look. "Don't worry" you patted both of your boots, "I'm packing". "We'll be careful, I promise" Hiccup said before the two of you and Toothless took off along with Fanghook.

"There" one of the Berserker guards called as you and Hiccup approached, landing on the deck of the ship. "Fanghook!" Gustav called rushing to his dragon "I was worried about you, boy". "Aww, dragon and dragon rider love. Makes me want to hurl. Blech" Toothless snarled before Hiccup soothed him to calm down. You were surrounded by dozens of Berserkers with no backup, now was not the time to act out.

"Gustav, are you ok?" Hiccup asked, earning a nod from the boy as Dagur began to walk towards you. "That's close enough, Dagur" Hiccup warned. "Oh, wow. Where's the trust. After all we've been through together? No? Nothing? No Hiccupy barbs, quips, snappy comebacks? But I really love those. We've developed such a nice shorthand, you and I". "Dagur, Let's just get this over with" you said, sensing your brother's growing irritation. Dagur's attention to you, "Y/N, my love, how have they been treating you? Well, I hope?" he mumbled under his breath, "For their sake". "I was just catching up with Hiccup here. You know, brother, you really should lighten up. After all, were going to be family soon" he put up his arms taunting him, "Wouldn't want any unresolved tension at the wedding now, would we?" Hiccup grit his teeth. You swiftly dismount Toothless hoping to get this over with quickly so neither Dagur nor Hiccup do something that ends with Gustav getting hurt. "Send them over" Hiccup orders.

"You first" Dagur smiles, leaving no room for negotiation. Hiccup looks to you, to which you give a nod, and he hands you the dragon eye. Though Dagur isn't that far the walk feels longer. Each side on edge, anxious to see if the other will make a preemptive move. As soon as you're withing arms reach, Dagur pulls you into his side, temporarily resting his face in your hair before he returns to face Hiccup, content with rubbing circles into your arm. Dagur takes the Dragon Eye into his other hand examining it with an exaggeratedly astounded voice taunting Hiccup, "Oh, it- it really is one beautiful artifact. And I hear it can be very useful to those who possess it? Hmm? Is that true?".

"Gustav, let's go. It's okay" Hiccup takes a step closer. Gustav contemplates for a moment, "Yeah, about that, Hiccup. I've been treated much better by these guys than I ever was treated by you and the dragon riders". "What!?" you yell baring teeth at the little runt. "Ooh" Dagur giggles, "And the plot thickens".

"Gustav" Hiccup says both questioningly and warning. "You could've given me a chance, you know? All you guys ever did was tell me I wasn't good enough; tell me I didn't belong. Well, I belong here" he crosses his arms looking away from Hiccup. "Oh, I'll give you a chance you little brat! Go with Hiccup before I rip your arms off" you yell, slightly madder than you should be, causing Dagur to let out a dopey smile and shiver. But after all, you just gave yourself up to the man you had been running from for moths for this kid, and he decides to change his mind NOW?

"Gustav, you have no idea what you're getting into" Hiccup warns taking a few steps towards him before a look from Dagur's men stop him. "Oh, yes, I do, Hiccup. I know exactly what I'm doing". Dagur then, chimed in with a sing song voice, "Awkward! ~".

"Well, I'd say your work is finished here, brother. Ordinarily, this is where I would double-cross you and fill you full of arrows. But the future missus is angry as it is, and the kid is squeamish. You should thank him, he made me promise to let you go, and in return, he's gonna take me to a treasure". "That's right, Hiccup" Gustav put his hands on his hips proudly, "We have the Dragon Eye and Fanghook's fire. And you know what that means, untold treasure awaits".

"You are going to regret this" Hiccup puts a hand on Toothless. "I don't think so, Hiccup" your brother then, takes off, thankfully not followed by a barrage of arrows. Once Hiccup left eyesight, Gustav jumped up onto Fanghook, playing and laughing with him, as two Berserkers grab each of your arms and "escort" you to Dagur's room. "Y'know" Dagur turned to Savage with a twisted smile, "I'm actually gonna feel bad when I kill this kid".

The room you were dumped in was roomier than the last, granted it was a different ship and had been three years since you were last held in one against your will. It made little to no difference in the end though, as you were still trapped on another boat with your delusional "fiancé". Casing the room proved fruitless, though you didn't know what you were looking for. You didn't have any way to escape yet, and even if you did, you couldn't leave Gustav to face Dagur's wrath on his own. His chances of making it out of this weren't great, but add an escaped betrothed to the mix, and you had no doubt not great would turn to absolutely not. He would become a punching bag, eel bait, and a target dummy all at once. And you didn't even want to imagine what horrors they would put Fanghook through.

The door opened and you didn't need to look to know who it was. If you were in a room, namely your 'personal' quarters, anyone but him would be thrown overboard. "Well, that was dramatic, don't you think?" he closed the door a wide smile gracing his features walking over to you and wrapping you in an embrace. You stayed stiff, though it was difficult as he lifted you off the ground. "I told you I would get you back" he looked up at you with his lopsided grin.

Dear Odin, you hated this man, but even more so you hated yourself for admiring his face. You couldn't help it; three years had done him good. Your ogling hadn't gone unnoticed, as Dagur's smile grew sly. "Now back to our conversation from last time, I believe you've had enough time to think. Axes as our wedding theme" he looked off into the distance, using his hands to part the air as if it were a groundbreaking revelation. "We're. Never. Getting. Married" you deadpanned, watching his joyful expression fall and turn to one of indifference and disdain.

The room began to feel uncomfortable. It was as if Dagur forgot how to blink, staring down at you with almost soulless eyes, daring you to look away. Suddenly Dagur's new increase in height was painfully obvious and making you... question things.

You tried your best to hide the bob in your throat as you swallowed your spit, continuing to make eye contact with the deranged berserker. Dagur broke the quiet of the room, "You shouldn't say things that aren't true Y/N". It had been a long time since Dagur had called you by your name when speaking to you. And in all honesty, you didn't like it. It made you feel uncomfortable and your skin crawl, like your body was having an allergic reaction to it. Or maybe it was to the implications of it. Dagur rarely ever got mad at you, but it did happen; that time you threatened to have your father call off your engagement when he had been teasing Hiccup too much as kids or when you had jokingly called a boy from Berk 'cute'.

"Hiccup will come for me, Dagur" the threat was pathetic at best. Though it was true. it did little to change your current situation. Dagur continued to tower over you, giving no reaction to your mention of your brother.

"...Axes are fine" Dagur in true 'Dagur fashion' did a 180, his regular dopey wide smile coming to surface as if he hadn't just stared you down like you murdered his dog. "You know, I personally prefer swords, but whatever makes it perfect for you" he smiles sitting on the bed.

Dagur looked at your still frame and his smile faltered slightly. A finger was placed under your chin as he looked down at you with concern "Are you still upset with me". "Are you serious" one look at the confused expression and uneven brows told you that he was in fact, serious. "You kidnapped me four times! Held my dragon in a cage! Threatened to kill my father! Tried to kill my brother!" Dagur continued to look down at you confused as if you're reasoning still did not answer his question.

"Oh, my Thor" you huffed out, "You're really that delusional". Dagur's upper lip curled near the corner as he seemed to attempt to remain "calm", by Dagur standards at least. "My love, I understand your upset. But I promise I'll make it up to you" he put a hand up as if placating a mediocre demand.

"How! How could you ever make this up to me" Dagur smiled. "By making the rest of your life carefree and painless" he said it as though it were obvious. "That will not make up for it Dagur! When are you going to get it through your head that this " you gestured between the both of you, "Is never going to happen". Dagur stayed quiet for a moment too long. "That's a lie" you rolled your eyes. "If it was true" he pushed you backwards, so you landed on the bed staring up at him.

To your relief he didn't make any moves to get on top of you instead reaching to your boot and pulling out the Skrill carved dagger, "Why do you still have this".

#dagur the deranged #httyd dagur #dagur #httyd #dagur x reader #race to the edge #riders of berk #daggers and daffodils

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kipxer · 2 years

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Turtle Comforts - Mikey

Rise!Mikey/GN!Reader - platonic/familial - no Reader pronouns

Summary: You're overthinking everything which is making you stuck and depressed. But lucky for you, a little bundle of sunshine has a pizza delivery for you.

Warnings: Anxious overthinking, being stuck in a freeze state, and just generally being depressed. Crying and feelings of helplessness.

Word Count: 2.5k

Note: I don't need therapy anymore, all I need is stuff like this :) - (ok but bruh this actually works tho, I actually showered and ate soup today for real)

Continued: (Raph Leo Donnie) TBA

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Surrounded by plush pillows and stuffed animals, you roll over in bed trying to hide away from the sun daring to peek through the curtains into your room.

You know you should wake up. You've been drifting in and out of sleep for longer than you should have by now.

Groaning you pick up your phone and squint at the bright light.

It's horrifyingly well past noon.

A buzz in your hand shocks you out of your drowsiness.

Mikey: Yo y/n!! We're gonna check out the new pizza place in about an hour! Wanna join in? :D

With that message alone, you tense up and feel your throat tighten.

Oh god. Socializing. Leaving the house.

And look at yourself.

Wearing the pajamas that were yesterday's clothes surrounded by your stuffy room that you've procrastinated on cleaning for the last few weeks.

There's no way you could make it.

Even if you wanted to join in, you'd have to get ready for the day, brush your teeth, shower, do your hair, and find clean clothes. In order to find clothes you'd have to clean up the room and do laundry. Oh god and you can't leave the house without doing your other chores, that's just blatantly irresponsible. And even if you were able to do all of that, then you would have to pack and get everything ready then figure out how to make it to the meet up spot. And what about paying for it, you haven't been taking on much work lately so your bank account is looking quite worrying. What if you need that money for an emergency and you spent it on some dumb food-

Before you know it, you can't even move. Too stuck in your own brain to even get out of bed.

To be fair, it has been a while since you spent time with any of the brothers, and you did promise them that you'd hang out soon.

But alas, your eyes continuing to droop, your body growing pitifully weak, and your breath quickening by the passing minutes.

"Mornings" for you have been like this for a while, an epic self deprecating battle between motivation, exhaustion, and anxiety. Ultimately resulting in hours of laying in bed on your phone until the headaches and back soreness join in.

You'd have to decline the offer.

But pizza does sound good right about now. It has been quite a while since you ate an actual meal. And you do genuinely love hanging out with the brothers.

But then again, their adventures are quite energy taxing. It's not uncommon that some mutant or yokai pops out of nowhere and you'd find yourself fighting for your life again. And if you are so exhausted what if you slip up and endanger the team?

Oh god, but what if they take your decline as rejecting them. You've barely talked to any of them in a while and now you're rejecting them? If you want to keep being friends with them you have to at least put in some effort.

But you won't be any fun to be around in this state, so you'd just bring them down either way.

They must hate you.

FINALLY, after 40 minutes of contemplation you manage to type out a quick message.

okokokokok. Just. It's fine. It's probably fine. They're really understanding, they probably won't miss you that much. And you did already make your decision, overthinking it won't do you any good. Just. Go through with it. It'll be fine.

Y/N: That sounds like so much fun! But I'm just feelin' kind of exhausted and irritable, I don't think I would be much fun to hang around today lol

Without so much as missing a beat you see Mikey begin typing back.

Mikey: Aww!! Well maybe hanging out could get you some positive vibes flowin. We're not gonna be doin anything crazy, it's just pizza.

But it's not just pizza.

Y/N: Nah it's fine, I just end up like this sometimes, I just gotta work my way through it lol

You're saying lol too many times.

Mikey: It's been so long since we last hung out tho!! We gotta at least do something!

You sink a little at his words. So he really does care that you come. Are you really gonna ruin his day like that-

Before you can give more weak excuses, another message appears.

Mikey: How about I just drop some off at your place then! I don't want ya missing out!

Y/N: No it's ok! I don't want to trouble you with it. I can always get a slice some other time!

Mikey: It's no trouble lol! I'll be there in a little bit!"

Oh god.

The clock is ticking.

You have to clean your room and shower and-

C'mon, the ENTIRE point was that you wouldn't have to ruin anything. So that you could just have the time to get through your own problems and deal with it yourself like usual.

Since you took so fucking long to reply earlier they must be getting ready to leave to the restaurant soon. Now you have even less time thanks to your dumbass procrastination like always.

And your eyes grow warm and watery.

You begin to shake.

You can't get it together in time.

But it should be so easy.

It's so simple.

Why couldn't you have just done it before.

Why did you have to sleep in the entire day.

Why did it take you so long to reply.

The impossible and inevitable looming deadline unravels you into a heap of tears and panicked sobs.

This is so stupid.

Now he's gonna see you like this.

Which panics you even more.

You end up in an anxious frenzy for a good bit, but that doesn't make time slow down any further, in fact it just does the opposite.

He's gonna show up at any moment now.

The best you could do is not have him find you crying on top of your appearance and messy room and everything else.

So you rub your tears away and suck in your breath forcing the tears back, all while just trying to calm your breathing at least a little bit.

And luckily as soon as you got yourself at least emotionally presentable, you hear a knock on your window.

Muffled through the curtained window comes a familiar sing song voice "Pizza delivery!"

You can practically hear his smile.

At last, after hours of being stuck in bed, you get up on your wobbly legs like some anxious baby deer.

You approach the window.

With each step your chest tightens.

As you reach for the curtain, your shoulders tense.

But ultimately, you pull the fabric back.

Light pours into your room and fills your senses, causing you to squint at the brightness.

Once your eyes finally adjust, you find your mutated friend on the fire escape. His grin wide with a large pizza box in his hands.

Unlatching the window, you invite him in.

As if it were nothing, he hops on through balancing the box on one hand.

"Man it is dark in here!"

You let out an awkward laugh "heheh yeah."

You hear him sniff?

"And you smell funny!"

You make a face in the dark. "Yeah..."

"What have you even been doin' all day?"

You feel yourself shrink at his question and start playing with your sleeves "Uhhh well I just sorta hung around I guess. Slept in a bit."

His face drops. "A bit?? The sun is gonna go down soon!!"

You stay quiet

"Is this what you've been doing this entire time??" He throws his arms out to his sides, somehow still perfectly balancing the pizza.

Your shame begins to grow while your voice grows smaller.

"Um- I-"

"If you needed help getting your life together all you had to do was ask." He poses dramatically with his knuckle on his chin, silhouetted by the golden rays from your window. "After all, I am an expert life coach."

"I uh what."

He suddenly flicks on the light switch illuminating the room further.

"Hold-on-hold-on you don't have to do this, it's fine really!! I got it handled I can fix my own life." You frantically say with your hands up defensively.

Mikey looks at you intensely with an unreadable expression and slowly blinks.

...

"Clearly"

With a swipe of his arm he comically shoves the stuff on your desk off to the side in a pile before placing the pizza box in it's cleared space.

"Mikey!!!" You screech, frantically shouting at him all the reasons why he definitely should not be doing what he is doing.

He throws a pair of shorts and a random shirt he found on the floor at you.

"Go shower!!"

"Mikey-"

"Ya nasty!!!"

You stand dumbfounded.

"GO!!!!!"

...

You slowly walk to the bathroom, staring at him with the most bewildered face on your way out...

As you stand in the bathroom, you look down at the random clothes in your hands.

There's not much else you can do besides shower now you guess??

If you cannot tell already, this is not how you expected this to go...

You turn on the water and begin bathing yourself.

You knew Mikey was the heart of the group and really kind, but you didn't quite anticipate him shoving his way into your grey moody depression arc in the way he did.

He really didn't have to.

But here we are.

As you finish up, you put on the random clothes you were given and dry off your hair.

You feel fresher. Lighter.

As you walk back into your bedroom, you find him chucking clothes from the floor into your hamper.

"Oh puh-lease, like you couldn't benefit from a head start."

"heyheyhey you don't need to do that!!"

You stand awkwardly "Um. Thanks?" You stiffly put your clothes from earlier into the hamper as well.

"Y'know you really don't have to do this for me-"

A slice of pizza is shoved in front of your face.

He smugly smiles. "Look, you've clearly been all huddled up in your room like some hermit for weeks! The least you could do is accept a little bit of help."

You consider this before slowly take the food from Mikey's hand.

"Good!" Leaning on your desk, he grabs a slice for himself and chomps down.

You sit down on your bed and tentatively take a small bite.

The delicate cheesiness of it is beyond your comprehension. The sensation is almost heavenly. With the soft warm crust beneath your fingers and gentle flavor of the toppings.

Your eyes sparkle before you melt and begin to devour it as if you have been a starved animal.

Mikey slides up next you. "Is good right?"

You nod enthusiastically.

He chuckles with a wide grin. "See aren't you glad I came by?" He says, poking your cheek childishly.

Through a half full mouth you reply "To be honest, I kinda freaked out when you said you were coming over at first." You huff out a small laugh at your old reaction.

Mikey gasps. "Whaaaaat? Why freak out about somethin' like that. It's not like this is the first time I dropped by."

Swallowing, you explain yourself a bit, "Well, I guess- I just got nervous cause I couldn't really get myself like, presentable in time? Doing the most basic things seems to take all my time and energy lately. I just- I didn't want to ruin your guys' good time with, all of this." You gesture to yourself and let out a nervous laugh trying to break your tension.

His brows knit together "Ruin our good time? Dude, we wanted you to come cause you're part of the reason why we're havin' a good time. We just like hanging out with you."

"Even if I'm like this?" You huff out a laugh disbelievingly.

"Oh" you say with small smile.

"Yeah!" He glances around the room, then to the pizza, and finally back at you before grinning. "I mean, I'm having a good time right now."

Oh...

Your eyes feel wet.

And you begin to hiccup.

Cmon, not again. I thought we already got this over with.

His eyes widen before they turn to a more sympathetic look. Quickly, he hops on over to your side.

"Wha- hey, why we crying?"

"No- it's relief tears its- um- kinda-" You stumble over your words, embarrassed, "It has been a day."

Abruptly you feel his arms wrap around your frame, squeezing you against his plastron.

"There there. We all have days."

And you can't help yourself but break down even more, finally able to let go. Shakily, you lean into his touch, circling your arms around him.

Why did you even try pushing him away. His sweetness knows no bounds.

"I'm just - I'm frustrated with myself for thinking you'd hate me and be mad at me. And I really really miss you. And I'm just so tired and everything is so hard for no reason. I just feel stupid and useless."

Holding you steady, he gently rubs your back. Dragging his palm up and down along your spine before speaking again.

"Well, it was a little stupid to think I would hate you," He snickers, "But it's ok to be bit dumb sometimes. We all have our moments."

He continues, puffing out his cheeks, "And even if you are feeling useless, that doesn't mean you're any less valuable. You don't gotta be useful all the time. You can just, be."

At his words, you curl up closer against him. And he just lets you. Carefully but firmly holding you, he takes the weight of all your angst and emotional mush as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

And after a few moments pass, your tears finally stop and your breathing slows but you continue to cling onto him.

"Thank you for the pizza." you say in a small voice.

"No prob!"

"And thank you for helping me clean up."

"Of course!"

You pause for a moment before pulling back from him a bit.

"And thank you for getting me out of it. You really are a good life coach."

He belts out a quick laugh "HA! I told you!! I'm a professional, baby." He puts a proud hand to his chest, "You just gotta let me do my job."

You giggle at his antics.

He perks back up, "Speaking of, how about we get you out of this dump for a while. I'm sure everyone would like to hang out with you some too." he moves to stand up.

"As long as it's nothing crazy," You slouch a bit, "which I know can be a tall order for you guys..."

Mikey shrugs "If you ever need to tab out just let me know. I can scream at them to chill or we can even ditch 'em. No biggie." He reaches out his hands to you, offering to lift you up back on your feet.

You take a deep breath. Your thoughts finally simplifying and your body fed, cleaned, and clothed. It really is like he's got some kind of super power to get you here.

Taking his hands in yours, you smile, and you stand up.

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gizzlyeagleshark · 1 month

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Learning

You'd recently admitted to your boyfriend that you'd never played a video game. You grew up not being allowed so you didn't know how to play and this whole time you'd been too afraid to ask. Which was unfortunate considering that the man you loved was a gamer.

He offered to teach you but you were hesitant. It would take a lot of patience to teach someone who had never played a video game.

Nonetheless, you agreed to let him try.

"Promise you won't get angry when my inability to play well gets frustrating," you said.

"Baby, there's no way I could ever get mad at you over that," Douglas said.

"It will be hard to teach me because I don't know anything. Not even the controls."

"I'll tell you a secret. I've never taught a girl video games. So this will be new for me too."

Your boyfriend led you over to the couch and sat you on his lap. You were snuggled up in his hoodie which was oversized on you, so you pushed up the sleeves. He handed you a controller and began explaining the buttons. "This one you use to jump." He tapped it. "This one is for moving left. This one moves you right."

Douglas explained them all and let you ask questions. Then it was time for you to try an easy game. You leaned back against his strong chest while he guided your fingers over the buttons, pressing gently on your thumbs.

"This is a really simple 2D platformer," he explained. You completed the level together.

"Okay, try it again by yourself," he said.

You started the run and jumped over the first obstacle without dying. Your boyfriend held your waist instead of your hands while you played on your own.

"Beautiful," he said and you felt unreasonably giddy.

You played for a few more minutes, but died before completing the level. You grimaced at your defeat, but Douglas encouraged you to try again. "Hit A there, sweetheart," he instructed gently.

You pressed it and succeeded. "Try B now," he suggested.

You made it through the rest of the level and he gave you a kiss. "You did it!" He beamed at you and even though it was a small victory, you felt proud. You were actually having fun.

"Do you want to try a harder one?"

Slightly confident you said yes.

"Ok." He started the next level for you and let you try it without his suggestions. You failed pretty quickly and frowned. "It's okay. You're still getting the hang of it. It'll probably take awhile since you didn't grow up doing this. You'll learn in time."

"I'm confused," you said. "What does this button do again?"

He showed you and then let you try it. "Sometimes, you'll need to hit both of these at the same time. Do that here," Douglas instructed.

You made another attempt, but it didn't go as planned. "Here, let me help." Douglas guided your fingers again and it went much better.

"There you go. Just like that," he said.

You completed the level together and you turned around and smiled at him. "I adore you, baby," he said. "You're not doing bad for your first time."

"Douglas, my love, you're the best teacher," you said.

He moved your hair and kissed your cheek. His beard scratched your face, but you didn't really mind. You settled back against his chest again and replayed the level on your own.

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starfishthestarfish · 2 years

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Sub!Felix (skz) Drabble 8

Warnings: NSFW/minors dni, pwp, sub!Felix, pet(kitten)-owner relationship, catboy!Felix, male!reader, dom!reader, rough sex (nothing new in here), anal penetration, denial, plug, inflation, chains, cuffs, collars, cockring, praise kink if u squint, established relationship, idk if i forgot smth, ok bye.

Word count: 1129

I'm so sorry for that long wait, just take what I have. ︵ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ︵

You and your idea of me using that short skirt for you can be reserved for another day, yeah?

Felix had used many outfits for his owner. Skirts, costumes, dresses, lingerie, it wasn't something that bothered him. In fact, he liked it, and it made him feel comfortable. Plus, the additional praising was always welcomed.

The text he sent was read. And there was no reply from his owner. He knew he had riled him up; after his owner told him he couldn't arrive home any earlier from work, that was a perfect way to lure him back. What he didn't expect was for him to arrive at his friend's house to pick him up around half an hour later without any further explanations to go to their house.

"I can't just leave like that, it's impolite..." Felix told him while buckling his belt, actions not matching with his words, soft purring in his throat at the happiness and excitement of seeing his owner again, even after a few hours.

"I'll bring you back once I'm done with you, don't worry. It'll only be an hour." His owner replied, staring at the road ahead as he began driving.

"Once you're done with me, I'll probably pass out!" Felix pouted, ears flattening against his head. His owner obviously had his full consent, but his body surely hurt like a bitch after rough fucking. It's not like he preferred it softer anyways, so it was more of an action to evade any possible punishment. Of course he knew his owner's intentions, he was sure he would've fucked him in the car if he hasn't planned something bigger. His owner chuckled lightly, eyes breaking away a moment from the road to kiss his pout away.

"Then I'll bring you tomorrow, once you wake up. I should drop you off instead, see if you make it to the main entrance with your own legs." He said, and Felix's purr became just slightly louder at the idea.

"Get on all fours, kitten." His owner instructed after he finished undressing him. They had barely closed the main door when he began undressing him. Felix was silent for a few seconds, red tinting his freckled cheeks.

"On the floor...?"

"Where else, dumb kitten?" His owner replied, taking a step back to give him space. Felix felt his blush grow twice as stronger, purring increasing. His gaze dropped to the floor in embarrassment and he did as told immediately this time. He was rewarded with soft petting over his blond hair. "Good kitten..." His owner praised him, and that made him smile, purring still loud and audible, fluffy white tail high and moving softly back and forth in a clear sign of happiness.

Just like that, his owner walked away. He left upstairs, leaving Felix confused and a bit bothered. He didn't move though, expecting his owner to come back soon. He did in fact, but he wasn't so happy with what he saw in his hand. Two pairs of chained leather handcuffs along with his collar. He didn't mind his collar, lifting his head pridefully instead to expose his neck as his owner fastened the white leather around it. He attached the matching leash to its ring before moving away. Its weight was familiar, so was the feeling. What he wasn't used to and he believed he never would be were cuffs... Felix loved physical contact, and cuffs limited his movements to even not be able to move at all. Still, he didn't move while his owner fastened them to his wrists and ankles, chains joining them all together from the side of his body and connecting to the ring on his collar right in front.

He wasn't really alerted as his owner did so, light purring still filling the air along with a sense of tranquility. When he felt the harsh smack of his owner's hand over one of his asscheeks, he flinched and gasped, body moving forward to avoid any other spank.

"Up, kitten." His owner ordered, surrounding him and pulling at his leash to bring him to walk. Felix followed him as he crawled to the stairs, trying to not trip because of the cuffs' chains. It became difficult while climbing the stairs, losing balance for a split of a second. Nothing dangerous, or else he would've asked to stop and his owner would've checked on him. Instead his owner smiled at his clumsiness, enjoying how Felix coordinated his usually delicate cat-like movements like a newborn kitten would.

Once inside the room, his owner let go of the leash, retrieving a black plug and small remote control from the bed. Felix watched attentively, ears tense, until he was out of his view behind him, tail falling over his back to make himself more accessible to his owner.

"Spread your legs." He told him, and Felix opened them as much as the chains would let him. He gasped once again when cold lube dripped on his ass crack, and moaned slightly when his owner smeared it over his rim before pushing a finger inside him, spreading the lube. He pulled it out within a few seconds and pushed the now lube-coated plug all in one go abruptly inside the small hole. Felix moaned and closed his eyes, the force moving him forward. It wasn't such a big stretch since the plug wasn't that thick, but was it long and curvy. He moved his hips greedily, trying to make the toy move with no avail.

Felix arched his back and cried out when he felt the plug expanding slowly. He began trembling as the burn from the stretch began kicking in, and his prostate became squished by the toy's sudden growing. His hips moved more desperately while he moaned, the light movement inside him making the plug knead his prostate. "P-please..." He barely whispered, but his owner paid no attention and stood back up, surrounding him.

"Sit down, kitten. Make sure that dildo stays deep inside you." His owner instructed while retrieving another item from the bed. Felix slowly moved backwards until he sat down, dildo pushing in slightly forward at the pressure and making him moan, purring at the pleasure. His owner walked back towards him and kneeled in front of him. He took his hardened cock in his hand and slipped a cock ring. Felix whined when he saw the toy, knowing his release wasn't going to be anytime soon. His owner petted his hair once again afterwards, smoothing his ears against his head and pressing a kiss against his parted lips.

"I might speed up your reward if you keep being such a good kitten..." He smiled, and Felix's purr became impossibly louder, merging with his panting while his owner petted him.

Masterlist

#sub!felix #felix smut #stray kids smut #sub stray kids #felix #stray kids #sub!idol #yongbok smut #lee felix #felix x reader #felix hard hours

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hoshi-y · 1 year

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Hello can i ask for an aoi(female) x reader where Akane(male) rejects us and then we get over him and start dating aoi? (it might be kinda funny if akane is abt to confess to aoi and when he sees us we’re like kissypooing or whatever you don’t have to do it tho) (do you think you could make it really dramatic too it’s totally ok if you don’t want to)

2nd Place, honey.

Genre : Angst

Characters : Aoi Akane

TW : None

A/N : I live for drama so of course 😋

I hope you enjoy 💗

My bad~

You've had your eye on Akane for a while now, I mean who wouldn't? He was absolutely gorgeous not only that handsome. He was always the top, prioritizes studying, and he had this slight bad boy attitude that you found kind if attractive

Daring yourself, you went ahead and left a note in his locker asking him to neet you by the rooftop at 4pm sharp. You wanted to confess to him as the sun goes down and when he accepts the sky will have orange to pink hues which was absolutely romantic

Again, daydreaming at best.

As soon as you placed the letter in his locker, he came out of the student council room with his bag, probably about to go home. You immediately ran to the rooftop with the other set of stairs and waited.

4pm, nothing. I mean he must be busy?

4:25pm, Still nothing..

4:54pm, You were now watching the sunset, alone.

It was the end of the day, almost all the club members have went home or stayed behind to help clean.

You dragged yourself down the stairs and caught a glimpse of your handwriting in the trashbin, you went towards it to confirm and it was your letter. The letter you wrote for him

It would've been nice if he just came to see you just to reject you it was fine.. But this? this hurt you.

You gripped onto the letter as tears blurred your vision, you grabbed your bag, changed your shoes. And went home

But don't worry, dear. Good Karma is still real.

Akane took a deep breath, fixed his appearance, grabbed the flowers and off he went to do what exactly? that's right! to proclaim his love for Aoi

For real this time

With his amazing stalking skills he knew and where she was, why where the flowers bloom so beautiful, as beautiful as her.

For the first time in a lifetine, he was nervous, despite all those confessions he made? I doubt he is. Akane walked out to the back of the school and sped walk to the garden to see her—

With you.

Aoi giggled as she wiped the dirt off your face "Your so clumsy dear~" You blushed at the nicknames as you placed the sapling into the whole she dug. "There we go, it'll grow into a big beautiful tree!" You cheered

Aoi tucked in a few strands of your hair as she leaned in and pecked your lips.

With the scene unraveling infront of Akane, its like he heard something shatter in him. He dropped he flowers and walked back inside

How dare you take Aoi away from him, he thinks. Probably plotting his murder towards you already

When school ended, you were on your way to the gardening club whike playing on your switch when suddenly someone harshly pylled you into an empty classroom making you trip on your own feet and falling on the floor

"Ugh.. What is wrong with you.." Holding your now stinging elbow. "Me? Whats wrong with YOU?" You looked up and came face to face with the guy who hurt your feelings. "I dont know what you're planning [L/N] But you're taking thus way too far!"

"What on earth are you talking about? I haven't even dine anything! Your the psycho pulling people into an empty classroom without warning!" You retorded standing up still feeling a littke bit if pain from you falling onto the floor

Akane scuffed as he grabbed your arm "Hey what the heck is your problem?!"

"What do you think your doing with Aoi huh?"

"What about her?"

"I saw you two kissed at the gardens when I came looking for her, what guves you the right to that without her permission?!"

You yanked your now reddened arm from his grip. "For your information SHE was the one who kissed me! Also, me and her are TOGETHER so get your information and facts correct."

Akane was now red in anger, he was probably redder than his hair by now. "Stop lying [L/N]! Your just salty I didn't like you back!" He stormed out of the classroom leaving you all alone.

He didn't wanna believe it, he wanted to hear it from Aoi herself, he NEEDS confirmation. He hoped and prayed to every good out there that this wasn't true.

"Its true Akane.. I confessed to [F/N] a few days ago.. It took me awhile to build the courage but they are now my S/O" Aoi says as she blushes hard just by the mention of your name.

Akane gently held onto Aois shoulders. "Stop lying to me Ao-chan.. Did they frame you to say that? Please tell me and I'll—"

"Akane stop! it's true! me and [F/N] are together! You know.. They sent me a text just a few minutes ago saying that you pulled them into a classroom and accused them of lying?! How low are you gonna go Akane??" Aoi ran away from him to look for you, who knows what else hes done to you.

Akane stood their in silence. All his hardwork to maybe become Aoi's number 1 went out the window.

It doesn't matter if he was there for her first, he'll most likely to become 2nd

And he has to hurtfully accept that.

Accept the fact that he'll forever always be in 2nd place

Im sorry it took so long 😞

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shoujo hanako kun #tbhk x reader #jshk #tbhk #Akane aoi #Aoi Akane #akane x reader #jshk akane #tbhk akane

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cartoon-lovers-world · 10 months

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Hiya, guys!

Ok so I've been searching, and where are the Cornelius and Wilbur bonding fanfictions?!

So, i decided to write my own!

Based off a few things:

Wilbur is 8 in this and he's easily fascinated by science so he 'wants to be a scientist' when he grows up, y'know

Wilbur is actually quite smart

....

That's it

Oh and the fact that Wilbur knows every prototype for the time machine

Care day

"Alright," Cornelius surrendered "I'll take care of him."

"Thanks, Neil," Franny smiled as she joined her brothers for a siblings day out

"Are you sure about this?" Art asked his sister

"Of course I am," she replied "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You know how caught up Cornelius gets when he's in the lab," Gaston said

"And Wilbur is a bit reckless too," Art chimed in, but Franny wasn't going back

"They'll be fine," she insisted "Probably."

"What?"

"Nothing."

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Cornelius and Wilbur entered the lab. Peculiar gadgets filled the place along with colorful chemicals, and strange contraptions. Wilbur's eyes widened with excitement, eager to explore the wonders of his father's world.

"Alright, my little apprentice, what would you like to do first?" Cornelius asked, kneeling down to meet Wilbur's gaze.

Wilbur pointed at a peculiar machine in the corner. "What's that, Dad?"

Cornelius followed his son's finger and smiled. "Ah, that's supposed to be a time traveler. It's still a work in progress, but one day, it'll take us on incredible adventures through time!"

Wilbur's eyes gleamed with delight. "Can we try it now? Can we go back to the time of dinosaurs?"

Cornelius chuckled and ruffled his son's hair. "Not just yet, Wilbur. It still needs some adjustments. But how about we do a fun science experiment instead?"

Wilbur clapped his hands in excitement. "Yes!" he shouted excitedly and went to the closest table, which, of course, contained colored tubes of different sizes and shapes, but something specific caught his attention.

"Wilbur! This is too much! " Cornelius yelled worriedly as he saw his son about to put a big piece of sodium in the water.

"Yeah, Dad! Look at it! It's going to create a giant explosion!"

Cornelius quickly reached out to stop Wilbur from placing the piece of sodium into the water.

"That's too dangerous!" Cornelius exclaimed, grabbing hold of the curious 8-year-old's hand. "Yes, sodium can indeed react explosively with water, but it's essential to handle it with extreme caution and proper safety measures."

Wilbur tilted his head, his eyes filled with confusion, but also a tinge of disappointment. "But Dad, I really wanted to see the explosion! It would have been so cool!"

Cornelius smiled warmly at his son's enthusiasm but knew he can't risk anything while his son was here. "I understand your excitement, Wilbur, but science experiments can be dangerous if not done properly. Let's focus on a safer experiment for now, shall we?"

He guided Wilbur towards another table where various scientific equipment and materials were neatly arranged. Cornelius chose a beaker filled with colored liquid.

"Here, let's try this instead," he suggested, pouring the liquid into a smaller beaker. "This is a simple chemical reaction called an acid-base reaction. When we mix this acid solution with a base, it will create a fizzing and bubbling effect."

Wilbur's disappointment slowly turned into intrigue as he watched his father carefully pour the acid solution into the base. The mixture started fizzing and bubbling just as Cornelius had predicted.

"Whoa! Look, Dad! It's bubbling up!" Wilbur exclaimed, his eyes filled with wonder.

Cornelius smiled as he watched his son's excitement. "Yes, Wilbur, it's the acid and base reacting with each other. This reaction releases carbon dioxide gas, which creates those bubbles you see."

As they worked on the experiment (Wilbur clearly not understanding but still enjoying anyway), Cornelius shared stories of his own childhood experiments and inventions. Wilbur listened intently, his eyes wide with admiration for his father's inventive mind. After they finished the experiment, Cornelius and Wilbur cleaned up the lab together. As they put away the beakers and test tubes, Wilbur couldn't help but ask, "Dad, why do you love inventing so much?"

Cornelius smiled at his son and took a moment to gather his thoughts. "Well, Wilbur, inventing and exploring the unknown has always fascinated me. It's like solving puzzles and discovering new possibilities. It allows me to use my imagination and creativity to make things that can help people and make the world a better place."

Wilbur nodded, absorbing his father's words. "So, when I grow up, can I become an inventor like you?"

Cornelius smiled proudly, placing a hand on Wilbur's shoulder. "Of course, my little apprentice. If you have a passion for it, I'll support you every step of the way. Just remember, being an inventor comes with its challenges, but it's also incredibly rewarding. You'll face failures, but you should keep moving forward."

Wilbur beamed, already imagining the inventions he would create in the future. "I can't wait, Dad! Maybe one day, we can even fix the Time Traveler and go on those amazing adventures!"

Cornelius chuckled, a twinkle in his eyes. "Who knows, Wilbur? Maybe one day, we'll travel through time together and discover wonders beyond our wildest dreams. But for now, let's continue exploring the wonders of science and inventing new things right here in our lab-"

"Why can't we use the time machine now?" Wilbur interrupted his father, his gaze fixed on the still-in-progress time machine.

Cornelius paused, contemplating his son's question. He knelt down to Wilbur's level and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Look, Wilbur, the time machine is a complicated invention. It's not quite ready for human testing just yet," he explained. "There are still some important safety precautions that need to be taken before we can use it."

Wilbur's eyes widened with excitement as he looked at the time machine. "But Dad, imagine all the adventures we could have! I want to see what the world was like in the past!"

Cornelius chuckled and tousled Wilbur's hair affectionately. "I understand your enthusiasm. But you have to promise me you wouldn't get near that time machine alone."

"Ok. But I will help you make it."

"That's a deal then." both agreed as they shook hands together, Cornelius knowing darn well that this promise will be broken at some point, but still smiled with pride at his son anyway.

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"I'm back! How was your day-oh" Franny' s voice trailed off as she admired the view before her. Cornelius slept peacefully with Wilbur in his lap, who, in return, wrapped a tiny arm around his dad, they sat against a red machine with tools and papers all around them.

Careful not to disturb them, Franny closed the garage door gently behind her, and turned to her brothers.

"See? I was right."

#Meet The Robinsons #Cornelius Robinson #Franny Robinson #Art Framagucci #Gaston Framagucci #Wilbur Robinson #Fanfiction #Meet The Robinsons fanfic #Omg first time posting a fic!#I couldn't post the link to my fanfiction.net page #I'm working on it tho

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rosewritesfanfics · 2 years

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Reunited

Sora x reader

It had been exactly one year since you had last seen him, and you were beginning to lose hope that he would ever wake up. The updates you received on Sora's condition from Riku had suddenly stopped, and you couldn't help but fear the worst.

You wondered what he looked like now. There were certain things about him that you knew would never change, like how spikey his hair was, or the brightness of his smile. But a year was more than enough time for an appearance to change completely. You had definitely changed. Would he even recognize you?

Your open book of spells had long since been forgotten, open to a page you'd read about a dozen times before giving up and letting your thoughts wander. You weren't sure how long you had been there, since the sun did not rise and set in this world. Well, it wasn't really a whole world, just a tower. After Mickey had explained what happened, Yen Sid had been kind enough to let you stay here and improve your magic.

You were brought back to reality by the sound of a door opening. You turn around to see who else had entered the study, letting out a small gasp once you see him.

You can tell he's happy to see you by the look on his face, although your head is spinning too much to make out the greeting he's saying. You feel a lump form in your throat as tears burn in the corners of your eyes. He's back, he's safe, he's standing right in front of you.

You crash into him with a sob, and it's then you realize how much taller he actually is. Sure, you could tell he'd outgrown his current clothes, but now he was a whole head above you when before you'd been just slightly taller. You feel him return the hug, although you can tell you startled him.

It may have been a full year for you, but Sora hadn't thought about how much time he'd actually missed. He could feel it had been a while, but it wasn't until he got a closer look at you that it truly set in how much had changed. Your hair was completely different, and since when was he the taller one?

"Hey, I'm back now, it's ok." Sora said, trying to comfort you. You pressed yourself closer to his chest, wanting to make sure he was telling the truth, that you weren't just dreaming again, that he was here to stay.

When you pulled back, Sora could have sworn the smile you gave him had enough joy to fuel 10 different gummi ships at once. Tears still rolled down your cheeks, but they were happy ones.

"Hi," you finally spoke, "I missed you."

"Same here, sorry I took so long." He apologized.

"Don't apologize, I know you don't remember what happened but it wasn't your fault." You didn't need to forgive him, you had never been upset with him in the first place.

It was then that your two other companions decided to interrupt your reunion, as the embrace you shared with Sora quickly became a group hug. As Donald and Goofy pulled you away to greet you themselves, Sora found he couldn't look away from you. There was this feeling he had in his chest, he'd first noticed it towards the end of your last adventure but now it had returned stronger than ever.

"Sora?" You asked, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah!" He quickly replied, the word coming out more high pitched than he wanted. "I'm still waking up, ya know? I was asleep for a while!"

Donald was tempted to make a joke about how both him and Goofy felt completely fine and they had both slept just as long, but he decided to hold his tongue for once. Besides, if the blush growing on Sora's cheeks indicated anything, there was something far more fun he could tease him about.

The magician and captain hung back for a moment as you and Sora exited the room, giving each other a knowing look.

"Ya think he's figured it out yet?" Goofy asked, speaking slightly quieter than normal to avoid having the two teenagers hear him.

"Nope!" Donald replied, shaking his head.

"How long do you think it'll take?"

"With him? Probably forever." Donald snickered as soon as he said it, and while Goofy shook his head, he also had a smile on his face. Both of them knew he'd realize and confess eventually, but for now they (mostly Donald) would have fun watching Sora attempt to navigate his feelings.

#kingdom hearts x reader #sora x reader #kh x reader

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youmustfixyourheartt · 4 months

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OOOOH PERFECT I KNOW SOME OF THESE LIL GUYS!!!!

okay I NEED NEED NEED to know your thoughts on Agnes 10+12, Gerry 5+22, and Melanie 26 (do you like how she healed in the end? Do you think she's finally somewhere where she can recover from the way the Slaughter took ahold of her, or do you think it'll haunt her forever?), as well as Homura 5 :]

(Sorry if that's a fucking lot, but I love sending these asks a LOT)

agnes:

10 "could you be best friends with this character" in a perfect world i'd like to think so. she scares me a little and we only really learn about her from the perspective of others...but i think maybe i'd like to learn more about her, make her tea even.

12 "a headcanon you have for this character" OHH BOY!! she tried to cut her hair when she was at hill top road. it just seemed to get dusty and damp and full of cobwebs and it scared her, that her warmth couldnt seem to get rid of it. she wanted every single inch of that house to evaporate off of her. it wasnt a good job at all, it was choppy and the scissors couldnt take the heat, but it was something.

gerry:

5 "whats the first song that comes to mind when you think of them" OH OH OH "demolition lovers" by my chemical romance or "the figurehead" by the cure. "all we are all we are is bullets i mean this" gerry drives me fuckign GAHH

22 "If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?" ok so. i dont usually read a lot of fic, but when i do ohohoh. i really like explorations of his motives and what makes him scared. he acts cool as shit but hes scared just like everybody else. he had no choice but to be thrown into this world of monsters and fear and the only thing he can do is try to help and undo something that seems so woven into him. i really also like it when he gets to talk with the modern archival staff sue me he would have fit in so good. i dont usually like heavy slash fic with him ..i think its fine but not something im Huge Huge on. would love to see more exploration of him and gertrude's dynamic or his mom

melanie:

26: Freebie (asked above) i love melanie so i like to think she is far away from everything and safe. realistically? its probably more complex. i think shes working on it shes trying her best with the cards shes been given. its ok to be angry its ok to not forgive, but you cannot burn up with those emotions and let hatred consume you whole. there are things you must persist for, things to love and love you back. it is ok to get hurt and to hurt but you must learn to forgive and love yourself so that you may love those around you. i don't think it will ever truly leave, all bullet wounds leave scars, but i think you can break down scar tissue and learn to grow again.

homura:

5: "whats the first song that comes to mind when you think of them" probably "darkness at the heart of my love" by ghost!!

Will you spill the wine To summon the divine? I'm with you always, always

Now paint a pair of eyes And let's watch as it dries Remember always, that love is all you need Tell me who you wanna be And I will set you free <- VERY HOMURA TO ME i know its not one to one but the song as a whole is so...i have many thoughts about her...

(ask game)

#thank you so much for the ask i had so much fun with all of these #there is never such a thing as “too much” with me when it comes to characters im so down to talk about them #L.A. tag

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