#Ø’s thoughts
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H̷̢̨̢̢̛͇̳͔͓̳̣̻̞͎̞͙̳̖͖͍̫̻̥͚͚͇̩̬̟̗̭̯̞͈̟̙̻͍̀̈́̂̊̇͑̾̍̂̓̈́͒̈́̽̌̓͒̑͒̏̋̅́̉̏̾͋̒̏̊̋̾̑̃̍̂͆͐̆͆̇̆̈͑̅͊̈́͐̈́̒̅͒̃̉̒̽̈́̓͋̅̈́́́͑͆͛̿̾͊̅̎͐̿͒̈́̈́̃̎͂̋̾̅̐̌̍̒̀͋̋̐̑̈́̈͘͘͘̕̕͜͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͠ę̵̡̨̨̡̢̨̝̫̻͇̱͖̟̲͕̦̞͔̞̲̜̠̟̺̲͚̩̼̥̜͓͓̘̲̘͓͇̰̗̠͎̘̗̱̲̟̟͎̲̭͚͍̥̯̻͍͙̥̘̯̤̜̈́̐͗̀̉́̀́̆͊̃̑̏͗̋̐̔͛̐̂́̑̆̚̚̕͜l̸̨̡̡̛̛̛͇̲̗̜̯̱͖̥̼̦̯̥̔̀̋̒͋̽͛̊̾̀̆́̏̉̐̏̓̐̎́́͆͑̅͒́̆̾̉̈́̍̐̽̐͌͒̅͐̔͐̂̿̑̾̏́͛̐̔̂͊͑̓̈́͑̓́̊̅̿̎̈́͊̎̒̂̊̈́͊͛͑̐͐͊̇̇͌̽̏̊͊͋̔̃̃̋̚̕̚̚̚̚̚͘͘͝͝͝͠͠͝l̴̨̢̢̢͍̖̝̳͇͙̞̣̘̫͚̱̪̮̰̺̭̜̙̱̳̯̪̳̬̹̯̞͚̤͖̝͍̭̳͔̗̻͙̝̦̩͔̥̈́̓̓̂̈́̇̀͆̏͑͊̆́̉̎͜͜͝͠ơ̵̧̧̨̧̛͚̘̞̮͖̞͔͈̩̬͍͚͈̝̼͎̝̣̬͉̪̞͕̹̰͕̖͓̯͕̻͓͉͓̹͎̯͔͚̦͖̠̤̻͖͇̩̟̳̪̣̪̠͎̫̥̭͙̪̥̤̄̏̋́͛͛̀̓̒́̄̓̎̽͑̔̆̄́̒̈́̉̽̈́̇̍̆́͆̉́̈̐̑̈́͗͋͋̎̅̂̄̋͐̀͂̿͗͑̈́̀̍̍̄̄͐̇̆̓͒̈́̈́̌̇̎̑̆̇̓̓̋̍̅̀́͑̆̈́̈́̊̽͗͂͋͆̈́̋͊́̃͑̕̚̚̕̕͜͜͜͜͠͠͝͠͠ͅͅ everyone, my name is Ø. My friend Her told me I should add pronouns because it clarifies my “gender”?… whatever that is. I’m a M̴̨̨̺̙̞̣͙̜̠̹̳̱̼̻̼̱̩̯͚͚͙̱̻̝͕̙̳͕̜̺̻̻̫̝̺͔̬̤̮̪̥͚͖̹̼̈͋̉̋̉̔̌̎̀́̀̈́̓̊͂̍̈̾̽̃̿̀̈̏̎̾͛̃̓̈́͛͒̊́̃̓̓͐̐͆̂́̆̃̽̎̓̇́͌̃͋͐̄̇̅̾̌͑̄́̓̋͌̋̋̀̽͑͛̿̄̃͋́̉̈́͛̌͐̏̇̍͋̅̍̑̈́̉̏͐̎̌͐̾̏̋́̈̓̕̕̚̚͜͝͠͝͝͝͝ͅǽ̶̢͖͚̝̦̞͖̳̻͕̮̗͈͎͕̀͌͑͐̀́͝͝f̴̢̨̛̛̜͕̪̥̟̠̥̻̙͖̤͖͓͙͎̬̺̜̠͙̖̜̎̆̿̐̃̊̅̂̓̏̾̈͒̔̿̋̐̈́̿͂͘͘̕͜͝ę̸̧̢̡̨̡̢̨̡̛̛͍͓̭̭̰͍̲̘̺̪̱̠̮̗͇͈̺̤͍͖̥̘̗͓̼͚͎̪̣̪͔̙̰̹̰̦̗̣̳̙͕͔̱̙̤̜͕͍̝͍͎̬̼̦̘̫̯̼̥̙͙̤͇̝̯̫̱̙͓̹̬͖͕̲̮̖̯͖̪̞̼̰̺͎̭̘̤̺̫̪̬̞̗̮̱͒̿͛́̀́̈́̌͂̀̉͌̂̔̊̓̊̄̌̿̿͆̍̿̋͒͗͌̔͊̊̎̇̇̐̉̃̈́̈́͂͋͒͊̒̈́̅͋̄̈̑͋̍͒͗͗̈́̋̇͑̽͆̄͗̀̑̊̀̂̽̔͋̀̂̀̀͋̅͗̉̃̕͘͘̕̚͜͜͜͝͝͠͠ͅͅͅñ̸̡͚͖̹̝͙̏̋̉̊͊̈͛̉͜͝æ̵̨̛̛̛͍̰̮͖̖̪͎̼̹̰̼̮͎̹̉̈́̈́̈̐͋́̏̋͒̎͑̄̊̓̐͘͝͝l̵̢̻̤͕̜̲̫̳̣̠͓̠̀̇̆̽̾͌̿̂͐̐́̀̆̿̎́͘͠ if that counts. I’m not quite sure what dragged me to do this… I… don’t… remember….. I.. don’t.. why can’t I remember?
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My apologies… I seemed to have a small headache, that’s alright. I’m sure Her has some medicine for me… Her can always help…I’m getting off track.. Please erm… enjoy? This?.. whatever this is.. hm…
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THE BEAST IS RISEN AHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAA
hi hi hi hello. hi. meet the most fucked up and evil thing ever.
ok so this is . and i dont know a whole lot about void deal yet but just know . is so immeasurably fucked up. inarguably the worst creature in my oc story to date. ze is just vibing and appears frankly pretty harmless but trust me on this. the horrors are real and . caused them ok. shortest most evilest thing on earth.
also i think this is the most i’ve ever shown of rosy ever. say hi to rosy too i guess lol
#my art#oc landfill#philophrosyne#oc .#dont mind rosy's weird fuckin outfit i still havent figured out exactly what to put her in#this is the oc that after making i realized was very much so inspired by tesla n popup btw#so the whole thing with philophrosyne is she has a very sad and angsty backstory etc etc and thats why shes evil#but now that . exists. it gets worse because . is the worst fucking influence possible#and the thing is . isnt even like. technically malicious. voi's like. a force of nature#also im bad at drawing horror so it isnt real yet but i PROMISE those layers are hiding some fucked up shit i promise#im so in love with Ø's design bcuz the whole thing is (despite having magic n shit) a very very human story#and i mean. just look at null next to rosy. that beast doesnt BELONG here. out of place.#i want the story to focus on emotional conflict and be genuinely pretty fucked up at times. and . is like. the antithesis of that.#which is what makes . such the perfect ultimate evil i think?#ze simply doesnt care. nu is simply vibing#anyway the point is nu never actually becomes some sort of final boss or anything.#voi is just. there. in the background. and upon further thought you realize just how fucking scary nu is.#how much ze could do that ze hasn't yet simply because ze hasn't felt like it.#void exist from the narrative will be simple and unobtrusive. nu simply leaves. this endeavor isnt enjoyable anymore. so they leave.#the fact that ze can choose to do this in the first place is just another aspect of zer that is so out of place here#i dont know if im getting this across very well. im just. i love . so much#ok. send post
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#how am i supossed to get through school#figure out legal documents and shit#deal with a demanding family#recover from burnout#when i have ø will to live#i literally wanna die#the thought of taking a shower is so fucking dreadful#boohoo first world problems or whatever
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cc = )___\ Can you feel it? The cool breeze in the air, the crunchy leaves that have fallen from the trees?
cc ō )___\ Do you know what this means my friends?
cc .)___\ it's fALL!!!
cc û )___\ You may be a wondering,
ccő )___\ "But Snom, aren't you an Ice type? Why do you care about fall?"
cc û )___\ And I get it.
cc ø )___\ But fall is the transition of the seasons signifying that we are out of summer and going into winter!
cc ô )___\ There's also several holidays during fall which add fun!
cc ~)___\ Plus fall is just a very comforting time all around.
cc • )___\ For some this is the time when they get to have that one specific drink from "Starpucks".
cc . )___\ (at least i think that's how it's spelled)
cc ^ )___\ But I personally enjoy the thought of going on walks with Vidri again!
cc n )___\ Whatever the season brings you, I hope you can find something enjoyable from it!
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I've been reading your fabulous Lucifer and tall reader. I found a tiktok for a Lucifer scenario. I thought it was perfect just hiding little duckies all over the castle and hotel for Lucifer to find and to also piss Alastor off. 🙂
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8vdXanP/
The Great Duck Hunt of The Century! Ft. Lucifer & Alastor!
This title is so so so fucking specific. Remember my hiatus? Yeah I don’t remember either. I feel like I like writing for Lucifer and Angel more ngl and silly prompts like these give me inspiration. Idk why anywho enjoy~ Angel , Reader, Lucifer, Alastor Husk
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Throughout your relationship with Lucifer you always found new ways to spice it up in the bed room
If you thought sex well, that too
But you meant something else, and that was The Great Duck Hunt of The Century!
What is it you may ask?
Well let’s just say Lucifer made a bunch of mini ducks out of pure boredom one day with you. So you snagged them all when you two were done with them
And spent the next 7 hours placing 500 in the castle and 500 in the Hazbin Hotel
Why? Because why the fuck not
Lucifer was excited and was happily looking around but when you got a text from Angel you knew you were fucked, screwed, in trouble
“Girl what tf did you do”
“Whatever do you mean?”
Why is Smiles yelling about finding ducks all over the hotel”
“Husk is literally finding them in the liquor bottles and choked on one of them and not the good kinda choke if you know what I mean” “🍆💦”
“I made a scavenger hunt for Lucifer that’s all 🫢”
“You didn’t hide any in my room did you”
“Hell no you’re my friend”
“Aw thank you sweetie💗 might wanna avoid the hotel for a while he is pissed I’ll keep rehiding them though. Ttyl babe~”
“Thanks for the warning”
Yeah uh let’s just say, after Lucifer did find a majority of them. Him being short Didn’t give him an advantage and you mentioned to him there’s a ton left so out comes Lucifer in bird mode
Dude is flying throughout his castle knocking so much shit over in the process to find these ducks and he is so fucking happy? Dude is so glad you did this.
It went on for hours
When you finish counting what he found you announce he found 500/1000
“HOLY SHIT THERES MORE??”
He didn’t know how you had so much dedication but he did and was ready to go to the hotel to find the rest
You texting Angel
“How many did he find?”
“I wanna say 100? This radio demons is ripping this hotel apart for them, Charlie thinks her dad did it but I let her in on it and told Vag. They think it’s funny as fuck. Well Charlie not as much but Vag is dying over here”
“omg did I tell you there’s bets being placed on this shit on if he burns the building down or not? Get your ass over here “
Lucifer makes a portal for you two because stepping into the hotel
Holy
Shit
It was a mess?? There were spots you didn’t even put any that were destroyed
“What the actual fuck?”
Everyone is just at the bar watching shit go down as Alastor is ripping the hotel apart for the ducks.
Lucifer is no where to be seen. This man’s instantly looking for the ducks and fixing up the building as he goes for his daughters sake
Alastor noticing you just appeared and him going up to you with his demon form practically almost fully out from his pissed this man is
“I’m hoping it wasn’t you who did this, or I’m afraid ł’ⱠⱠ ₱ɆⱤ₴Ø₦₳ⱠⱠɎ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₮Ø Ɽł₱ ɎØɄ Ⱡł₥฿ ฿Ɏ Ⱡł₥฿ Ʉ₦₮łⱠ ɎØɄ ⱤɆ₥ØVɆ ɆVɆⱤɎ ₴ł₦₲ⱠɆ Ø₦Ɇ Ø₣ ₮ⱧɆ₴Ɇ ₣Ʉ₵₭ł₦₲ ĐɄ₵₭₴”
His voice getting so fucking loud and static holy shit it was scary but you just back away as quickly as possible before Lucifer comes out with a fuck ton of the mini ducks before running infront of you.
Lucifer and Alastor stare at each other before Lucifer almost fucking launches at his ass for yelling at you
You instantly having to hold him back
“Listen you find these fuckers easily right? Help me find them and I won’t have to kill your little girlfriend”
“Haha fuck you. I’d love to see you try. I’m looking on my own terms “
Yeah he highkey didn’t want to take that chance regardless but he wasn’t lying when he said he was looking on his terms. Him bringing the ducks back to you as he found them
You counting them but Angel distracting you so much you had to double count everything like four times.
When he found them all the hotel surprisingly didn’t burn down, which caused almost everyone to give Husk money
“Hah.. old cats still got it”
Yeah Husk knew it wouldn’t be that dramatic considering if it had any involvement with you, or Lucifer, Lucifer could’ve easily fixed the building before it got to the point of that
He is fucking good
Alastor making the ducks dissolve in thin air once you counted them all and confirmed they were all found and Lucifer mourning the loss of his ducks while you and Charlie awkwardly comfort him.
Alastor instantly going back to his room with the worlds most irritating smile
“Please when you have this.. duck hunting again..you have it NOT HERE”
“Well that went better than I thought..”
And that was the end of the Great Duck Hunt of the century
It was the most fun Lucifer ever had.
And to see Alastor in that state was the icing on the cake.
He loved you so much and was 100% going to make himself a trophy since he found them all
It’s just the little things you do or even in this case the big things that make him appreciate you even more
Especially if it involves pissing off Alastor my god you got hella bonus points for that shit
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the ask was for a sanzu x fem reader nsfw and they’re both getting high together in the car and they do the thing where they bloke smoke in each other’s most and one things leads to another. But I thought it would be funny of on the middle of their sesh, ran calls and idk you could decide if he answers or not. Lol
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ø contents: smoking, smut, possessiveness, fluff, takeomi slander ish bc i hate the mf, friends to lovers, mutual oblivious pining, akashi brothers' mentioned beefing
o word count : 7.1k.
ø notes: is it even a sanzu fic if i dont include some sort of tension and psychological explanation to do with the neglect he faced from Takeomi? no? ok anyway...
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The sun sets over the streets of Tokyo when you park the car in the garage of the Akashi household, having dropped Haru off at home since you’re now his designated driver because his license got suspended for reckless driving.
“We’re here.” The car shuts off when you turn the key, both hands resting on the wheel like the professional, respectable driver you are. “Now get out of my car.”
Sanzu groans from the backseat, laying flat on his back, hand splayed over his forehead, the cold heat from his hands doing wonders to soothe his burning headache.
“Oi.” Over your shoulder, you peek at him, fighting the urge to poke him awake. “I said we’re here.”
“I know.”
“ So…get out?”
“I don’t wanna.”
“You don’t—” You bite your words, stopping yourself to give yourself time to take a deep breath, soothing your bubbling frustration before it erupts. “You don’t want to enter your own house?”
He raises a long, slender finger, pointing insistently out the window. You follow his gaze to the back corner of the garage, Takeomi’s bike perched on its stand.
“Ohhh,” you realise, unbuckling your seatbelt to turn and face him fully. “Well..you can’t avoid him forever.”
He removes his hand from his forehead, eyebrows knitted, forehead creased as he glares at you. “Watch me.”
“I’m serious, Haru.”
“So am I.” He’s sitting up, face stern and serious, you swear his green eyes practically glow in the dark as they catch the edge of the yellow tint garage light.
When it comes to Takeomi, Haruchiyo mainly plans on avoiding him at all costs, dodging him around the house, wearing headphones at full volume just to drown out the sound of his brother’s voice, not coming back home for days on end, rather spending the night at yours or Mikey’s house.
He’s developed different coping mechanisms : talking to Mikey is a big help, though Mikey isn’t one for therapeutic advice, he’s still willing to lend a helping ear and listen to Haruchiyo rant on and on. It’s not much help though, only hearing responses like ‘ hm ’ , ‘ oh ’, and ‘ah’, maybe if Mikey has a little energy left in him, he’d nod occasionally, but that’s about as much help as you’d get.
His second coping mechanism is you, someone he’d befriended a couple months back and kept you by his side secretly ever since, using you as a personal chauffeur and a therapist, but more importantly a best friend. Someone who’d be there for him without judging him and his dirty secrets; someone who likes to be around him not because they’re scared or intimidated, but because they enjoy his presence.
He cannot be in the right state of mind when talking to his brother, not wanting to remember their interactions in the morning, so he relies on getting stoned or drunk to wipe his memory. It’s a potentially dangerous mechanism, but Sanzu enjoys the adrealine rush of trying something new, enjoys the out of body experiences, the fuzzy feelings, the wild imaginations and visions that make his world look colourful rather than monochromatic.
“Haru.” You call his name with that sweet voice of yours, one that makes his heart warm. “You can talk to me about anything, okay? I’m always gonna be here for you.”
He’s looking down at his lap, mouth twisted in a way he always does when he’s deep in thought. You can’t help but wonder just what’s going through that brain of his, knowing fully that up there is a mess of unorganised feelings and emotions he’d never been able to fully process.
“Haru. Is everything oka—”
“You know what I want?” He cuts you off, changing topics with a bright smile.
His decision to switch topics isn’t something that offends you, knowing that he takes time to fully open up and you’re willing to wait as long as he needs. “What do you want, Haru?”
“I want weed.”
“There’s no weed, wait. What are you doin—” He moves quickly, his lean body brushing past yours, balancing a hand on your lap for leverage as he reaches inside the glove compartment pulling out his stash. “What the hell! You stashed your crap in my car?!”
“Of course I did.” He cackles at the dumbfounded look on your face, moving to the backseat. “Where else would I put it?”
“Uh—I don’t know? Your room? Anywhere but my damn car! I got pulled over the other day. What if I had gotten caught and they searched my car?”
“Did you?” He shrugs half heartedly, opening the ziplock bag. Almost instantly the car smells of marijuana, your nose wrinkles as you try to process it.
“Well, no…but that’s not the point!”
“Shhhh,” he shushes you, taking his time to roll his blunt, all the while you’re glaring at him. “Stop pouting. You should be thanking me.”
“For what?”
“This.” He licks the joint to seal it, lifting it towards you like it’s his artistic masterpiece. The smile on his face screams child proud of their school project, diamond scars stretching cutely as his smile only widens. “It’s strong. Try it.”
“It better be.” You snatch it from his hands, holding it between your teeth as you manouevr yourself to the backseat to seat beside him.
His chin is heavy on your shoulder as he watches you light it, wanting to be as close to you as possible not only to get a whiff of that perfume he loves that you practically drown yourself in, but to see your initial reaction to the weed.
The smoke burns your throat before you could fully inhale, coughing violently whilst pounding on your chest to ease it. Haruchiyo grabs water from the front, tossing it to your lap as you erupt in a series of coughs. “What is that?”
“I dunno.” He eyes the joint between his two fingers, looking oddly fascinated by it. “I just heard it was strong.”
“No shit.” It hurts when you talk, still feeling the ghost of smoke searing your oesphagus.
His spare hand hooks onto your legs, and you yelp as he swings them over on his lap, slender fingers rubbing up and down your thigh as he smokes. “You’ll get used to it.”
“I don’t wanna.” You shift upwards on the seats, sitting on his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to rest your forehead against the side of his face and shoulder. The scent of his cologne is overpowered by the marjiuana, but it’s still visible, dipping your face between his neckline and sighing. “This one is too much.”
“Are my eyes red?” His jaw moves when he speaks, and it tickles as his smooth skin brushes against your cheek.
It pains you to move from your current position, his warmth and scent are soothing to you, but you shift back, turning the car lights on to see better. The corners of his eyes are red, and he’s struggling to keep them fully open.
“Yeah, they are.” The urge to brush his cheeks is tempting, and your fingers twitch and hesitate by your side.
“Hey hey, wanna see somethin’ cool?” When you nod, he shifts upwards, his hand grabbing to hold onto your waist to ground you before you slip off his lap.
The sudden contact had you stiffening, blood roaring in your ears as his strong hand held your side. You watch him perform a trick, his diaphragm contracting as he inhales, lips pursed as he exhales, several rings of smoke following suit. Your brows raise in surprise, ready to praise him when he sucks it all back in with one huge breath, the rings dismantling in the air.
He turns back to look at you, chin high in the air, eyes tinted red gleaming as he grins at you, cheerful and animated. You can’t help it, reaching out to cup his soft cheeks with one hand, tracing over the outline of his lips, the shape of his scars with your thumb.
It’s like he’s frozen stiff as your fingers feel up his face, and he blinks at you as you look at him with those soft eyes of yours. “You’re so cute, Haru.”
His eyes dilate; from the light in the car, or the strong weed you don’t know, can’t tell. What you can tell is that from his silence, his mind is running wild, thoughts bouncing across his brain from left to right, mirroring the way his eyes dart over your face, your lips, and the curve of your nose.
“So are you.” The words spill out from his lips faster than the blush creeps onto his cheeks. He looks away, embarrassed, clearing his throat before smoking from the joint again. “I learnt it from Ran. That useless lazy fucker is sometimes helpful.”
“Ran, huh?” Your fingers find themselves latched to the front strands of his hair tucked into a ponytail, twirling it on your fingertips. “He’s the tall one, right?”
He chuckles, short and amused, voice muffled from the joint between his lips. “All my friends are tall, ya know?”
“Well maybe if you let me around your friends, I’d be able to identify them.”
“You’ll live without ‘em,” he says, blowing smoke in your face, snorting when you cough and swat the smoke away, then try to hit the side of his face, only for him to catch your hand in time. “Your reflexes suck ass.”
You struggle to shift your hand from his grip, frowning at him. “I’m not a ninja.”
“I can teach you to be one.”
“You a sensei, now?”
“I’m anything and everything. Like Batman.”
He smiles when you laugh softly, the sound making him feel lightheaded, paired along with the weed flowing through his veins. “Batman is rich, though. You’re not.”
“I can steal money, all is good.” His hand, warm and hot, slides under the hem of your shirt, leaving a searing trail behind his movements that burns into your skin. “I’ll buy you anything once I get rich. Promise.”
He’s been subtly leaning closer as he speaks the whole time, but you don’t notice until his forehead brushes yours and you’re both staring at each other, daring the other to move closer. “ Anything? ”
Green eyes fall down to your lips, not even trying to look subtle. “Anything.”
Fuck, at this angle you look so pretty, staring down at him with those dreamy eyes of yours, looking at him like he’s the most precious thing in the world. He always feels like that around you, another reason why he loves getting high around you. It forces him to be vulnerable around you, letting the feelings he’s been shovelling down refsurface.
Though it’s risky, and there’s nothing more he fears than rejection, he’s always been a risk taker. You make him feel good with your words, your presence, your voice, the silly moments you two share alone in his car, your room, his room.
Your lips are what he favours the most on your face, always glossy with whatever flavour lipbalm you wear that day, and he physically fights the urge to kiss them just to guess it. His eyes are drawn towards your lips like a magnet. The way you bite at them when you’re focused, chew on the skin when you’re nervous, lick them when they’re dry, he notices, and wonders how soft they truly are.
“Do…do you wanna kiss me?” Your question catches him off guard, brows knitting in confusion as he wonders if he’s been speaking his thoughts aloud this entire time, but in truth, he’s been making his intentions obvious as he’s been staring at nothing but your lips the entire time.
“Huh? Don’t be weird.” He instantly facepalms himself mentally, fighting the urge to turn back time to take back his words, but it’s too late when your brows rise, lips parting slightly in surprise before looking down at your lap with a slight frown.
“Oh, sorry. That was weird, wasn’t it?”
“It’s fine.” His heart stings in his chest, he can feel it clenching painfully leaving nothing but a hollow feeling in the depths of his stomach when he realises you’re upset. “Why’d you ask that anyway?”
Maybe he can shift the narrative, find out a way to spin the conversation back to kissing. He still has a chance. “Have you never kissed anyone before?”
“I have!” The pout is back on your face, but not from being sad; he can tell the difference, so he sighs in relief. But still…the way your lower lip juts out slightly has him fighting the urge to tug and bite at it. “I’m not a virgin, idiot.”
He doesn’t bother trying to hide the surprise on his face, and you notice. “What? It’s that hard to believe someone would fuck me? Am I that ugly or something?”
The effects of the weed start kicking in, now you feel yourself getting emotional over nothing.
“I never even said anything.”
“You didn’t need to. I’m not stupid, Haru.”
He flexes his jaw as he glares at you, trying to shovel his anger down. The argument is pointless, so he stays silent, bringing the blunt back to his lips. He inhales it for longer this time, and it can’t possibly be healthy for his lungs, but he doesn’t care.
“What time is it?” you ask, and his hand squeezes your waist tighter, stopping you from squirming from his lap.
“Why do you need the time?”
“Because I gotta get going at seven.”
“...why ?”
“Because…” you chirp, shifting to face him with a huge smile on your face, “I’ve got a date.”
When you bite down on your lip, he can’t even be bothered to look down at it, or notice it. It’s silent in the car as you wait for Haru to be your best friend/wingman that hypes you, ask you for his name, height, age, job, personality, whatever. But he’s silent, face unreadable, and the tension in the car rises thick when he continues to stay silent; your excitement fades along with your smile.
He knows he’s been silent for too long, now everything is awkward, but he can’t find the right words to say. Congratulations? It’s just a date, what do you expect him to do? Find you wedding rings?
His brain isn’t co-operating either, not in the right state of mind to process his words like a filter, so he says nothing before he says something he’ll regret.
“...Anyway,” you have to choke your words out, refusing to show your slight embarrassment, “hurry up and get high, so I can leave and get laid.”
“I am high.”
“Then I can leave.”
“No, you can’t.” He glares back when you glare at him, but he can’t find it in himself to control himself any longer. Maybe it was a bad idea to get high in a confided space with you, on his lap, with your face so close to his.
“Why can’t I?”
“...’cause he’s a loser, and you don’t wanna get laid by a loser.”
You snort. “He’s the only loser available, so maybe I do want to.”
“What if…there’s another loser available?” He goes stiff and still when your eyes flick up to his face, looking concentrated at him eye to eye as if you were trying to decipher his words. “Me. I’m the loser.”
“You?” He simply nods and you do the opposite and shake your head. “You’re not a loser.”
“Yeah, I am.” You shift on his lap when he shrugs, leaning his head back against the headrest, and you watch as smoke leaves his lips as he exhales.
His senses are intensified with the drugs, your fingers tickling their way up his shoulders, along his neck, to behind his head, lacing them between his soft hair. Leaning down, you hold his face in your hands and kiss him.
The moment your lips touch his, he feels like the world paused, and he’s dying to find whoever has control over the remote of his life so they could press play and he could embrace you like he deserves. Or, maybe he’s dying, and whoever is up there allows him to imagine just one night with you before he fades into nothing.
It’s real, all real. The tender slide of your lips against his are real, the sensation of his teeth sinking into your soft plump lips, biting, and nibbling at it is real, the gentle moans he eagerly draws from your lips when his tongue swipes against yours, wet, messy and sloppy is real.
“Fuck—” you whisper along the swell of his lips, pulling away to examine his face.
He looks gone, shallow half-lidded eyes looking up at you with blown wide pupils, mouth half open as if he’s forgotten how to close it.
“Haru, you there?” Your knuckle traces along the side of his face, stopping under his chin, lifting it to look up at you.
“Yeah yeah, ‘m here.”
Your giggle echoes in his ears, and he’s never been harder in his life, cock pressing uncomfortably tight against his pants. “Good, because you look wasted right now.”
“Just, fuck— stop talkin’. C’mere.” He pulls you down for a kiss with a hand at the back of your head, sloppily working his mouth against yours. He tastes like weed, the smell strong but it doesn’t stop you from licking into his mouth, desperate to drive the strong taste away and replace it.
Big, strong hands wander the length of your back, slipping under your shirt, cold hands hugging you tight, tight to his body that you can’t help but arch into him.
A sound that comes from the inside of the house has you pulling away, turning to face the window, and he trails his lips down the length of your neck. His nose pokes into the flesh of your neck as he sucks deep, red hickeys onto the plane of your neck, breathing heavily as he savours the feeling of your soft feeling of your skin.
He could get used to this; the weed makes him feel like your skin is ten times softer, or maybe that’s how it generally feels and you’re just perfect, so soft everywhere.
“Tak—take this off.” The words are lost to your neck as he sucks along the column of your throat, rogue hands wandering along your chest, up your shirt, kneading your tits through your bra.
“Okay, okay, wait —” When you pull backwards, he follows, leaning up from the seat, lips attached to your neck by the hip. “Haru. If you want to see me naked, you’re gonna have to let me remove my clothes.”
“Just…wait a min’ longer…” He sucks harder, and you shudder as shivers race down your body at the feeling of his teeth nibbling at the sensitive part of your neck. When he’s satisfied, he pulls away, admiring his handiwork. “You look so sexy like this, fuck.” He’s tugging your shirt off, throwing it behind you, uncaring of where it lands.
Warm hands roam your stomach, your sides, sliding up further to wrap around your throat. “So beautiful ‘n sexy, just for me.”
“You already said sexy.” He hums absentmindedly, obviously not paying attention if the way he’s squeezing the fat of your breasts were any indication.
“You’re sexy times two.” He grins up at you before pulling your bra cup down, and you inhale sharply when it brushes down your nipple. “No, no actually. Times infinity.”
You flush hot at his words, especially when his lips brush against your ears, biting down against the shell. He’s sweating from the heat in the car plus the heat from both your panting bodies.
“Don’t you think we should—ah fuck—” He tugs you upwards on his lap, your clothed cunt grinding against his hard cock, hands curling into fists behind his neck.
“We should what?” His musical chuckle vibrates along your ear, sending cold shivers down your spine, forcing you to arch to chase the feeling away. You squeal when he bites down along your ear once more, smirkingpleasantly at the soft, squishy press of your tits against his chest.
“We should go to your room. I mean there’s not much room in here.” Your neck aches from the angle you’re sitting at, neck bent at an awkward angle to avoid hitting the roof of the car.
There’s not enough space in this crammed car to fit yourself comfortably. Haru, on the other hand, is more than comfortable, seated on the seats like a king that’s blessed the majestic view of your half naked body atop of his.
“I got an idea,” he says, not giving you a moment to wonder what he’s thinking before he’s lifting you from his lap, plopping you onto the seats. Your forearm darts quickly to cover your chest when he pops the car door open, lips pressed together tightly as he walks to the front seat, yanks the door open without a care and readjusts the seats back, pushing it till there’s enough room between the wheel. “This space big enough for ya?”
You tilt your head past the seat, surveying the space with a keen eye. There’s enough room for you to kneel down and take his cock in your mouth without a fuss or a struggle. A bed sounds nicer though, the thought of sinking into his soft mattress as he fucks you crosses your mind, but it’s overpowered when you remember his siblings are home and you’d rather die than let them hear you.
“Seems good,” you shrug, sliding quickly out the car; the cold air from the garage AC hits you smack in the chest, hardening your nipples momentarily.
“Ah, ah wait.” Haru pulls you back before you could climb on top of him. The cute way your tilt your head at him, confused, makes his heart do a triple beat for a moment. “I wanna try somethin’.”
“Okay…”
It’s stressful the way he’s manouevring you along the seat, pressing your back into the front seat as he shifts to kneel between your legs. “Hold your legs up for me.”
You swallow hard, unable to taste your saliva with how fast your nerves are racing. Doing as he said, you bring your hands under your thighs, holding them up as he tugs your pants down, struggling to get them past your bent knees, glaring at you when you choke on your laugh, muttering out a quick apology.
“Don’t apologise now. You’ll be beggin’ for it later, trust me.”
His confidence is over the roof right now, evident in his strong posture, shoulders back as he leans forward, swiping a finger along your folds with ease.
“You’re really wet.” Your slick catches on the tip of his finger, and you want to hide your face between your hands when his pink tongue darts out to lick at it.
“Could you maybe not do that? It’s awkward…”
He hums when he looks at you; now it’s his turn to tilt his head at you. “How else am I supposed to eat you out then?” His hands press themselves between yours under your thighs, and your back aches from almost sliding down the seat in this awkward position. “You want me to skip the prep? Fuck you into the seat right now?”
“I mean—” It sounds like a good idea, but then you remember the length and thickness of his cock through his pants and swallow excessively. “Prep please.”
He smiles at you, the car light reflecting off the side of his face as he dips his face closer, digging his fingers into the swell of your thighs, nose pressed against your folds and sniffs so hard it’s like a vacuum, your clit tingles with the need to have his tongue in you.
“This gonna sound so weird, but I really don’t give a fuck but…” he moans as he licks along your slit, a long, wet stripe from the bottom to the top, “you taste so good, fuck—”
“Haru stop…” He seals his lips around your clit, fingernails digging into your thighs as he sucks hard, numbing your clit with the continous flicks of his tongue moving at rapid speed. “Oh my go—”
Your hands fight the urge to fly to his hair, pull him closer to grind his nose against your stubborn clit, but you remember his instructions, to keep your hands on your thighs, keep you spread open for him.
He’s devouring your pussy like a starved individual, flicking his tongue rapidly, slurping the wetness that drips from your puffy folds. You try to close your legs, try to squirm away from the ticklish feeling of his wet tongue trying to squeeze its way through your cunt, but it’s intoxicating, and overwhelming, especially when his finger tickles against your hole.
It’s fascinating watching it go in and out, and Haru dreads pulling his mouth away from your cunt but he needs to watch your face as his finger slides knuckle deep inside you. His bloodshot eyes twinkle as he watches your slick coat the length of his finger, translucent liquid dripping down his knuckles to the seat.
“You always get this wet?”
“I don’t know…” It’s not often you finger yourself, so the experience is first hand. You’re also partially amazed that your body managed to produce this much slick from a single finger. “Wait, wait, right there. That feels so good—”
“Here?” His finger curls inside you, itching the side of that spongy spot.
“No, no—not there, wait—” Your hips shift to the side a little, then it’s like something switches inside you, hands shaking against your thighs as he spreads you out with a second finger, applying pressure to that spot that has your moans increasing in pitch.
His cock twitches with the need to replace his fingers, sink himself deep inside you, watch your eyes cross as you melt in pleasure. He leans forward, slurping, sucking along the sensitive hood of your clit.
Your body feels numb, voice coming out as breathy pants as you tilt your head back to hit the headrest, giving into the warm, fuzzy feeling deep inside your abdomdem as he fingers you to your climax.
He knows that you're close when your walls cling and squeeze his fingers tight, barely giving him enough room to move them. His own tongue slithers through your folds, lapping up the leftover slick. The taste of you is better than he’d expected, and he thinks he could live between your legs for the rest of his life.
There’s a swell of pride swirling through his chest when he feels you lose yourself on his fingers and tongue, your teeth pressing into your bottom lip painfully as you jolt and sit up from the effects of your orgasm. Your hands forget holding your thighs up, gripping onto his hair tied up loosely in a ponytail and tug him forward, craving the warmth of his mouth sealed around your clit as your world comes tumbling down.
It takes a couple moments for you to get yourself together, still holding painfully onto his hair before letting go. He presses ticklish kisses along your thighs, licking at the wetness spread along them.
“That was—” You swallow, trying to find the words since your brain isn’t co-operating. “That was so good.”
You look all cute when flustered, face heated and flushed, your pretty lips left open as you pant heavily, desperately trying to catch your breath.
“Think I found my new addiction.” He grins up at you, big hands squeezing the fat of your thighs as he kneels up between your legs, wrapping them around his waist and leans in for a kiss.
Your hands cup his cheeks, holding him close to you as he licks into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue, giving you a moment to gather your nerves because you’re going to need it.
“I’m ready,” you mumble into his mouth, feeling the shiver that races down his spine.
“Bet, okay. Hold on.” He draws back, big hands spreading your thighs apart.
You look at him through your lashes as he sheds his shirt, tossing it behind you. His body is lean, capacious, abs faint but visible and your mouth waters, hand flying out to run down his stomach. Your touch is so light, his muscles flinching away from the ticklish feeling. Everything you do to him makes him feel so good.
He grips both your hands, pinning them above the headrest. “Keep ‘em there,” he says, unbuckling his belt, sliding his pants down to his knees. He grabs a condom from his back pocket, ignoring your humourless stare.
“You planned this?” You gesture at the condoms with your head.
“Better be safe than sorry.” He bites the end of the wrapper, pulling the condom out, rolling it slowly down his shaft.
Your eyeroll is cut short when the tip of his cock angles itself at your entrance. He can see the way you’re dripping, the slick smeared along your thighs.
Warmth engulfs the head of his cock as he slowly pushes it in you, and he hisses, biting his lip to stop himself from thinking how good you feel, how tight you’re going to squeeze his cock, how he’s going to cum inside you—
You’re panting, the tip of his cock stretching you out, almost screaming when it pushes past, the thick head making you dizzy it carves a path inside you. “Ah, Haru that—” He pushes deeper, and his eyes roll back when you clench around him.
Haru swears, gripping onto the base of his cock, squeezing it to stop himself from cumming too quickly, pushing through the urge to shove the rest of his length inside you. He stills halfway, needing to take a moment to compose himself, his mind fuzzy and warm, and he feels lightheaded.
He has to close his eyes, knowing if he looks down, seeing his cock between your legs, halfway inside you, he’d cum in an instant.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to wait—I can take it,” you pant, hips desperately trying to rut forward. “Please…”
He takes a moment to swallow, groaning lowly, as he pushes the rest of his cock inside you, trying to ignore the tight suction of your walls. The moment he bottoms out, he’s falling forward, dipping his face between your neck and shoulder and moans, the sound desperate and needy, causing your pussy to clench and quiver around him.
You wrap your legs around his waist, arms wrapping around his head as you hold him closely, enjoying the feeling of his breath tickling your shoulders. “You okay?”
It’s funny how you’re asking him this instead of the other way round, and a part of you feels pride in the fact you could make someone this desperate and needy without effort.
“I’m good…it’s just…fuck , you’re so tight.” He forces himself to inhale deeply, eyes squeezing shut painfully to compose himself. He shivers at the feeling of your nails raking up and down his hair, scratching at his scalp addictvely. “You’re good though, right? It doesn’t hurt?”
You shake your head, smiling softly at him. “Nah. The seats a little uncomfortable but…that’s about it. You can move, Haru.”
“It’s uncomfy? Oh…” You almost want to cry when he pulls out, but he’s lifting you from the seat, switching your positions, slotting you back down on his lap.
“You want me to ride you?”
He nods, biting his lip when you grab onto his cock, seating yourself down on his cock.
“Oh my god—” You feel so full, his thick cock stretches your walls, whimpering beside his ear when he rolls his hips sensually, pressing his cock deeper inside you.
“ Holy shit , you’re so tight.” Your pussy drives him into a frenzy, eyes threatening to roll back at the way your cunt squeezes him so tight, clinging to every inch of him.
He swears, voice low, sounding wrecked as you begin riding him a little faster, slowly lifting your hips up and down. The obscene squelch of your pussy grasping pathetically around his thick shaft has him biting his lip so hard he might draw blood.
“ Haru.” You wail his name, collapsing onto his chest, shuddering when his hands, rough and warm, grab onto your hips to slow your pace down.
“Yeah?” His voice is quiet, like a whisper, so he clears his throat and tries again. “Yeah? What’s wrong?”
“Lemme move—” You trail your lips down his neck in an attempt to soften him, waiting for him to let go of you so you can move faster. There’s a nudging spot inside you, an itch that needs to be scratched. Your attempt to move is shut down again, frustration building up and up the longer you feel his cock twitch inside you. “Haru please…”
“If I let go, you gotta promise to take it slow.”
“But I wanna make you feel good.” You whisper along his lips, tugging at it with your teeth. He groans into your mouth, and shifts for a moment, his cock follows suit, twitching desperately for some friction. “Wait, do that again.”
“This?” He rolls his hips upwards, rolls your hips backwards and forwards, and you drip a little wetter down his leg, wetting his thighs.
“Yes. Do it again.”
He starts a steady pace, steady enough for you to feel the way he’s deliberately aiming at that spot in you that makes you squirm around.
“I’m so close.” He says beside your ear, his voice lingering in your head, clouded by the feeling of his hands roaming your back, scratching at it with every bounce you give him.
“Me…me too.”
He’s tense, gritting his teeth when you clench around him. You shift backwards, unslinking your hands from around his neck to grab at his knees, using them as leverage to support yourself as you roll your hips in circles.
He can feel the energy buzzing between you both, can feel the tingling sensation on the edge of his fingertips, the drugs running through his veins has the regular feeling of sex intensifieid, and he swears he can feel every inch of you.
Everything is so hot right now, the temperature in the car, the feel of your hands braced against his knees, the way your nails dig into the bone, the way your tits bounce in his face as you fuck yourself on his cock.
You clench when you cum, and he leans forward suddenly, grabbing your hips to lift you up, slamming you back down with a loud moan, hips jerking as he cums inside you.
You’re shaking, trembling at the feeling of his cum spurting inside you, the wet sensation is ticklish, cold shivers running down your spine.
“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he mumbles again, holding you down to feel your greedy walls sucking him in further. “Holy fuck, I could stay here forever.”
“I need a shower.” You say once you come back to your senses, groaning softly when you lift yourself up and off his cock, the wet squelch following after echoes throughout the car.
“That’s so hot.” He mutters, eyes wide with fascincation as he reaches out to thumb at your clit, enjoying the way you shiver and let out a soft moan as he rubs it in circles. “Holy shit that’s so hot. You’re so hot.”
“I kno—” It’s distracting when you can feel his cum dripping out from you slowly making you lose your train of thought , the drip of it is anticipating until it forms a small pool between both of your bodies. “I know.”
“You hesitated.”
“I didn’t.”
He removes his thumb, wiping the wetness from it along his tongue, tasting you, and you feel your face flush at the action, burning hot when looks up at you, the corners of his mouth dragging up slowly. “You did.”
“Shut up.”
Sanzu’s reaching towards the backseat for his stash, and you laugh at how his arm barely reaches it, flailing it uselessly around the air.
“You’re not gonna reach it, Haru.”
“Watch me.”
He grunts and groans like he’s lifting heavy bricks, and you start to take pity on him. “Dude, just give up.”
“No.”
If there’s one thing about Sanzu it’s that he’s determined, but not in the way you think. It’s more the stubborn version, always trying to do the impossible, ignoring you when you tell him it’s not possible, then sulks when he fails.
He clicks his tongue, shifting you down on his lap so he has more room and this time successfully grabs at it. “Told you. Always hatin’ on me.”
You giggle, faint and shrill, leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder, watching him dug through the contents of the bag, his slender, skilled fingers professionally rolling another blunt.
It’s silent in the car again, you two both bask in each other’s presence. Both of you refusing to discuss what happened earlier, not sure if those sudden feelings you felt were because of the weed or if there’s something else deep inside, a false truth you’ve refused to make terms with, or shoved them aside for another unknown reason unbeknownst to you.
Your head is racing with thoughts, pictures of Haru wondering where you suddenly felt these emotions towards him came from. The thought of sharing him with anyone else angers you, but it shouldn’t because you’re both friends. The thought of him laying in a car with another girl on top of him angers you, makes you feel bitter and resentment towards this imaginary woman your brain fabricated inside your head.
It’s like your body is working against you.
Stupid weed.
Haru’s gone for the second time today, and for the first time in what felt like ten minutes—in actuality it was only three—you look up at him. He looks like he’s falling asleep, those chubby cheeks of his so promising, so soft, you can’t help but shift upwards, pressing soft kisses against them.
It should be weird to him that he doesn’t question your sudden out of character movements, but then again you both did just have sex not longer than five minutes ago.
His phone rings at the backseat, pulling you away from his neck where you were sucking fresh purple hickeys onto and he groans when your ass brushes aginst his cock. It’s been slightly hard the entire time, still not over his recent orgasm, but not strong enough to maintain itself to stand tall.
“What’re you doin’?” You freeze as your hand hovers over his phone.
“Your phone’s been ringing non-stop. It’s irritating.” The caller ID is Ran, and part of you wants to answer it so you can know what he looks like. It’s been nudging at your brain the entire time, trying to figure out which one of his friends is who, trying to put the pieces of the faceless group of boys together to solve the puzzle.
“Just ignore it—okay then.” You answer the phone away, turning the camera away from your naked body onto Sanzu’s face. You squirm around, trying to find where Sanzu threw your bra and shirt as the two engage in small talk.
“What do you want?”
Ran snorts on the other end, his voice deep, familiar, and husky. “Don’t needa get all pissy, you big baby. Takeomi wants to know where you are.”
“What the fuck does that have to do wit’ me?”
“Call him, or somethin’. I don’t fuckin’ know?”
Haru sniffs, nose wrinkling when the smoke he blows out invades his nostrils. “Tell him I’m busy.”
“Being a fuckin’ junkie?” Ran snorts, petty and bitterly, voice now laced in sarcasm. “So productive.”
Haruchiyo rolls his eyes at the same time you put your shirt back on, reaching under your shirt to fix the straps of your bra. “I’m doing more than getting high, you slug. I’m with my friend.”
You had tuned out the conversation from the beginning, your main priority being your clothes, but at the mention of ‘friend’, he jostles his leg, catching your attention. “Say hello.”
“Uh…hello?”
“Oh? Who might you be?”
“I’m—” Haruchiyo ends the call before you could even get the first letter of your name out. “What the hell?”
He lazily shrugs, tossing his phone into the backseat without a care. It hits the edge of the seat, before hitting the floor with a mild smack. Two noble fingers grasp at your chin, redirecting your gaze from his probably broken phone to his face.
The kiss is passionate, and long, his wet slide of his tongue laving itself inside your mouth. Your face grows hot when his lips wrap around the length of your tongue, sucking the moisture from it, replacing it with his own. It’s messy but you don’t care, happily drinking the mixed saliva from his mouth.
His sharp teeth sink into your lips, stopping you from pulling away, kissing you with fervour as his heavy head spins, and bright flashes of colour appears behind his closed eyes.
“I’m so hungry,” he gasps out when he finally pulls away, wiping the saliva from his mouth with his forearm, giving you back the breath he stole from your lungs with that kiss.
“You want me to drive you to McDonalds?”
He grins up at you, that stupid adorable look on his face that has your heart warming in your chest. “Is this your way of asking me out on a date?”
“It’s my way of forcing some food down your throat before you die of starvation.”
“What if I was thirsty instead?”
“McDonalds sells drinks, dumbass.”
“ Or… ” He places his hands on your hips, pulling you forward on his lap. You yelp at the motion, hands flying to the headrest behind him to stabilise yourself.
What he’s insinuating is lost to you for a moment, only becoming obvious when his hand snakes down to your pussy, thumb nudging insistently at your clit. His eyes dip down to your chest, your nipples still hard and poking through the thin fabric of your shirt, then drags them back up to your face and smiles.
“You’re so horny.” Your eyeroll is fabricated and fake, part of you deep down wants it too.
“You like it though.” It’s true, and he knows it too. The defeated look on your face is all he needs to know when he moves to open the car door, nodding his head outside. “Let’s go to my room now.”
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. miguel o'hara x fem!reader
. TW: NSFW!, oral (female receiving), pubic sex?,
. the promised fic, i have a few more in the works- also not proofread so except a few typos lol
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you were never really around miguel at the spider society, but you had a crush on him as soon as you saw him. how could you not? well- you could see why no one else would because hes your boss... sort of? hes just kinda the guy in charge around here so like technically if you were to do whatever you wanted to him it wouldnt be bad, lol ok.
you often got lost in these conversations with yourself at your corner in the ss (spider society, i cannot bring myself to type it out every time lmao)
miguel never really paid any mind to you, he appreciated your work around the place but there wasn't anything too special about you...he liked that. you were simple, you weren't difficult to figure out, not difficult to talk to, you weren't complex like the other things he needed to deal with. he liked that. however— he didn't like how you distanced yourself from him, just as you were easy to read it was easy to see you keep your time with him limited. can't have that, he hates that. he wants you, wants to hear you speak. he sees you yap with your friends here at the ss, but you would say only a few words with him.
he has a plan.. nothing extravagant, just a simple, not complex plan.
it was almost the end of the day when all the other spiders left and went home, you were still in your corner, daydreaming about miguel- you couldn't help it. your thoughts were fuddled until your multiversal watch started to beep. you held up your wrist and a little hologram of miguel popped up.. you were surprised to say the least..a little flustered too? you didn't know... i don't either.
miguel said he needed your help with something..strange but ok. you got up from your desk and made your way to his office- floaty thingamajig?– whatever the hell that floating shit is what is that?? you don't know what that thing is and it really doesn't matter.. you were thinking of anything to take your mind off of your impending doom, even if it meant arguing with yourself in your head about useless things..
you finally made it there and stepped into the open space and behold— The floating rock of shit and stuff, and there he was his beautiful muscled back facing towards you. you're lucky he was facing away from you because if he was looking at you, you would've pissed yourself. deadbutt.
how do you let him know you're here without sounding weird? this is hard, talking is hard, shouldn't have to be this hard. You should learn sign language.
"you gonna stand there or come up here and help me?"
Goddamn doesn't he sound beautiful. you don't say anything and web yourself up to his platform. because youre a simple person you made a simple mistake and missed your footing when you landed and almost fell back. almost. miguel grabbed your waist and pulled you back up towards him. he did this slowly, drinking you in with his eyes, slowly dragging them across your figure. his grip on you was heavy and tight. when you were standing upright you took him in as well, god hes just so huge and delicious. you never got opportunities like this, ever. you were never around him long enough to just stare at him and admire him. you guys were staring at each other for a while with his arm, still around you radiating a hot warmth.
you were a simple person, you went with the punches and the rolls so when miguel leaned down and brought your lips in for a kiss you went with it.. not like youd oppose to kissing him anyways. the kiss was slow and steady at first but gradually got more and more intense. sooner or later you were on top of the control panel on his platform. you were trying to keep yourself quiet, little squeaks and whimpers came out of you as miguel nipped down your skin.
he grunted as he ripped open your suit to gain access. you let out a loud gasp and said his name out of shock.
"keep saying my name hermosa, i like it when you say it that way" ("beautiful")
you let out a soft moan as he talked to you, his voice was laced in lust his want for you practically dripping off his tongue. he pushed your panties (oo lala) to the side and slid his finger gently down your wet slit. he let out a short huff, his breath fanning on your heat.
"que linda carino" ("so so pretty darling")
his sweet talk might as well been enough to make you cum. he closed the space between him and your mouth, his tongue and lips working wonders on your clit. you tried your best to keep quiet, biting down on your lip to silence yourself. your hand found its way into miguels hair and you pushed his face further into you causing him to moan. it sent shivers up your spine and made you finally moan out. miguels big hands wrapped around your thighs and he pushed them closed, oh miguel likes to be squished... he looked up at you. this man cant get any prettier, he was soaked in your juices and the light from the orange screens beside you glistened oh so nicely against his skin.
you were done being quiet, miguels feasting got more and more intense there was no point in trying to stay quiet. your legs tightened around his head making him moan and grunt more. his tongue and lips working wonders, hitting all the right places. you threw your head back and let out a very vocal moan, pushing miguels head down. he slurped on your juices loudly and sloppily before getting up off his knees and wiping his mouth clean.
he stared down at you with a proud smirk on his face, he enjoyed staring at you twitch with your blissed out face.
"gotta get you cleaned up, now don't we mi novia?" ("my girl")
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. yes i know it's wednesday, i'm sorry lol i was working on this last weekend and then didn't finish it??? idky but i finished this so i hope it's alright, i'm still getting a bit used to writing smut /~\, erm anyways hope you guys liked it and i used google translate again so idk how accurate the spanish is lolll, i also have a few series i wanna start so stay tuned (if you're willing lmao) for those~♡
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ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ⁿᵒʷ?
🫎Random bakugou smut... I'm down bad for him... And yanderes...
🫎Type of reader: sub Uke male reader.
🫎Pairing: yandere Bakugou Katsuki X male reader.
🫎Type: (NSFW) smut🔞
🫎Yandere themes
🫎Non-con (I normally don't do this but I was in the mood to write this..)
🫎Prompt: Bakugou finds out you were trying to escape him obviously angering him, now he's taking it out on your insides.
🫎If you feel uncomfortable with these kinda situations/subjects please don't read it, I don't want to make you guys uncomfortable.
🫎Everyone's 18+ in this.
🫎Surprisingly long smut part I'm proud.
🫎Kinks: bondage, overstimulation.
<this is edited since I couldn't stand how bad this story was>
Proofread? : ❌
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He grabs the head of your cock squeezing down so you can't cum, you whimper as your orgasm gets denied.
The stretch burns, making you feel lightheaded and sick, barely able to hold yourself up if it wasn’t for Katsuki’s strong hands holding your body in place.“I can’t- please - I can’t- s-stop please... ” You babble away, mindless and pathetic, just how Katsuki likes it. This made him fall for you even more. Good job..
Even though you can barely handle it, you have to do this, whether you like it or not. And Katsuki had all the right to do so...He says, because you tried to leave him, you should be ashamed of yourself, right?...
{ You got yourself into this....After all...Why would you think you could leave him? Idiot.♡}
He chuckes, and you feel the vibrations through your body. You whine and choke on the thick air before letting yourself fall onto his chest, engulfed by Katsuki’s protective hug, this is his sign to know that you love him back.
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He groans as his animalistic pace slows down, so does the grip on one side your hips get loosened up.
He looks at your face, your sobbing as your hands that were previously cut open with a nail when you tried to open the window were tied up to the bedpost. "I'll leave you like this...Then my little boy can't escape...Hm?" You sob as his pace fastens up again making your eyes close wanting this to be over.
You didn't want to receive any kind of pleasure from this freak, his maroon red eyes always glaring at you if you did something 'wrong' or 'bad' in his opinion, this 'bad behavior' then later got handled in this way by using your body as his personal sex toy.
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He groans as his pace gets sloppy as he looks you in the eyes your <e/c> eyes bloodshot and puffy from crying.
He cramps up as he shoots his load into you, your gummy red walls painted a white colour.
He pulls out of your ass and looks at your crying and shaking form.
He smiles a sickening smile finding joy in you being marked up and in 'pleasure' just because of him.
He smirks as you let out a sigh of relieve happy it's done. Maybe you can even cum now...If he let's go of your cock then..Why can't he let go of your cock? ....
"You really think I was done? How adorable, doll..." he rams his cock back into your ass his cum going deeper into your ass as he fucks your ass hard. His cock thrusts at a painfully hard pace.
It was sickening, you wish you were back home where you would wake up next to your actual boyfriend and go to your job and have a peaceful life.
Now you had to live with this disgusting man, his intentions never seemed pure or good...
You thought by now that your boyfriend must've found another partner and keeps living his life like it was with you...Just like your other family members...Right?
Well...Not exactly...What you didn't know is that there's a crawling space....A great hiding place for bodies..Right?
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As Katsuki kept fucking into you hard you didn't notice that he was holding a knife...
And he for sure will use it if you don't obey..
You felt a harsh stinging feeling in your arm...
You choked out as more sobs escaped your body, your head constantly hitting the headboard of the bed as Katsuki wasn't holding onto you anymore...
You looked at Katsuki who was glaring at you. " Pay attention to me" he put the knife away and grabbed your hip again.
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He groans as he came again, his cum squirted out of your ass as it was stuffed full of his white liquid.
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He pulled out and looked at you.
You layed there, your <s/t> skin littered in purple and red marks, your eyes puffy and lifeless and your hair greasy and messy from the lack of care.
Did I already mention that...Katsuki followed you around the house everywhere and whenever he left he would tie you up? Yeah...No way you were gonna shower around him.
He pulls his hand away from the head of your cock, as soon as he did that your load bursted.
White ropes of cum squirting out of your cock as you moan your eyes closed as you finally have a moment where he isn't touching you.
As soon as you were done and came down from your high he stroked your cheek.
You were annoyed by that antic but couldn't do much since your hands were tied up.
....You wanted to bite off his fucking finger.
He pulled away and looked at you before turning off the light and cuddling onto you.
The sun rised up illuminating your hickey and scar littered body in sunlight.
Katsuki woke up and whispered in your ears.
"Promise me you never leave me? Do you love me now....?"
Did you guys like it? Rate it in the discussion from 1/10 please... I really need tips or something..
This was the first time trying to write a yandere story I hope I did well!
Bye guys, see you in the next story!
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ahhh im so glad you write for ø! i really like your imagines and your way to write. so thank you!! I was thinking about an imagine where Martin asks reader to go to training with him, because he needs the presence of her since he is a little lost, and his team mates joke about her being his lucky charm.
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While in the car, you gave Martin a quick glance, incapable of holding the tiny grin that escaped your lips when you noticed he looked in your direction at the same time. His hand was firmly placed on top of yours, like he was scared of letting you go and giving you the chance to run away from your destiny. You weren’t, but you knew he felt like he was forcing you to go. Your heart felt heavy on your chest, but it was full of love for the man driving next to you.
Looking away, you thought about how strange the day started.
“Babe?”
A voice woke you up from your sleep so suddenly that you jumped on the spot, half-kicking the covers while still immersed in the post-sleepness state you were in just seconds ago. Your blurry vision focused on a face next to you, making you almost scream if it weren't for the fact that you recognized them as your boyfriend.
“Martin! My god, you almost killed me!” You said after a moment, placing a hand against your chest, where your heart was compulsively beating. “Did something happen?”
“No, no… Uh, sorry for waking you up. I was just wondering if...” He paused, touching your upper arm before massaging it, just the way he always did when he wanted something from you.
“Yeah?” Your face was half buried on the pillow, making it hard to focus on his face. You were still so sleepy.
“Can you come with me today? Please?” His voice was so low that you thought you had heard him wrong. When you didnʼt reply right away, he cleared his throat. “You donʼt have to, I just really thought it would be… nice.”
When you sensed the sudden change in his tone, you opened your eyes again and took his hand, which was still on your arm. You smiled a bit when he gave you the puppy eyes you loved so much while obviously waiting for an answer. Something was up.
“Of course I want to go.” You caressed his hand, playing with his fingers while half-smiling at him. “Can I ask why you want me to go?” It was so out of character for him to ask you something like that. He was a private person, even around his teammates. Plus, it was rare for players to have company during their training sessions.
Never, in all the years of relationship, has he ever asked you to accompany him without an actual reason.
“Well…” His eyes wandered around the room, like they were escaping yours. “You know how I’ve been struggling a bit to let myself go around the guys?” You nodded, knowing how hard it was for him to let go of his shyness out of the pitch. He was the best captain youʼd ever seen, but in reality, he was a person who loved his personal space and struggled to open up. “It’s just that… I really want to stop feeling like I’m just a bargain player thatʼll be let go next season and I won’t be missed.” You opened your mouth to refute his words, but he stopped you. “I know I’m not, but I can’t help how my brain works sometimes, so… I felt like having you with me could help.” He kissed your hand, smiling a bit. “You know you bring me peace.”
Your heart was about to stop beating from how much love you suddenly felt. Martin always said sweet things like this, and even two years into your relationship, you never knew how to get used to it. Besides, you could never say no to him.
“Then let’s get ready, or we’ll be late.” You replied, biting your lip when he jumped to his feet and almost dragged you into the bathroom.
So there you were, walking down the hallways of the training center, getting surprised looks from every single person that you encountered while heading to the pitch. As you thought, it wasn’t common for the players' partners to just hang out with them while training. They needed to be focused on the instructions, and overall, work. This was Martinʼs workplace. You felt like you were on those “bring your partner to work” type of days, which felt ridiculous. But you've got your reasons, and you’ll be standing by them for the rest of the day if your presence helped Martin feel better.
“So, where do I sit while you do your thing?” You were about to enter the actual training pitch; you could already hear some shouts and laughter from the distance.
“We have a tiny row of seats you can use; they’re the ones we use for the DT and the staff, but itʼs rare when they use them.” His free hand made its way through his hair, making it all fluffy and tousled. You resisted the urge to touch it. “If you ever feel uncomfortable, just know you can leave, okay?”
“I’m not leaving.” You stopped for a moment, giving him a tiny peck. The doors were just a few feet away from you, so you let go of his hand. “I’ll be on the seats if you need me. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
You watched him take off to the pitch, his back as stiff as it gets. You knew he was feeling extra nervous, despite his denials while in the car. You’d met some of his new teammates, but since you both were private individuals, it was actually the first time for the majority of his colleagues to actually meet you. Hell, maybe it was the first time for a lot of them to hear that Martin had a girlfriend at all.
Oh well.
You looked for your phone, getting ready to take some cute photos for your private folder. Not even he knew about your collection of candid photos. The best part about this day was that you were going to have a feast and no one would notice.
Once you were outside, the sun hit your eyes, making you squint a bit while you walked to the few seats near the right side of the pitch. You saw a bunch of guys from the team already warming up, chatting, and joking. You instantly spotted Martin, who was talking to Bukayo (the only guy who has been to your house and whom you properly knew at all). Martin gave you a smile just as you were sitting down, making Bukayo look in your direction. Once he recognized you, he smiled as well, waving like a little kid that just saw a friend. You giggled, returning the wave before sitting.
Close to ten guys that were near the seats shot you looks full of curiosity, like they were trying to guess if you were from the press, a streaming site, or just someone visiting.
You gave them a weird half-smile that was only reserved for awkward interactions with strangers on the street.
It went wonderfully.
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You spent around twenty minutes taking photo after photo of Martin in various states, from relaxed to red-faced due to the physical activities he was doing. Training seemed very hard, but you enjoyed it… Well, you just enjoyed seeing it.
Okay, your boyfriend looked hot while doing almost anything. Nobody can blame you for liking the view.
Now you were smiling at your phone, carefully choosing the best photos (which were most of them) to put in your folder, when a sudden shadow lurked over you. The absence of sunlight caught you by surprise.
“Hello, pretty.” You giggled, blocking your phone, putting it against your chest while looking up. Martin stared at you from above with a smirk, like he knew you were hiding something. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” You smiled when he raised an eyebrow at you. Your hands went directly to the little container full of cold water. “Water?”
He obviously noticed your efforts to distract him from your phone, but he only gave you a slight head movement before taking the bottle from you. He sat, letting a loud groan escape his mouth.
“Tired?” You asked in a playful tone, knowing that he was done with life by this point.
He took a deep breath, not looking at you for a long moment before letting his head rest on your knee.
“I know I should play it cool and pretend I’m not even tired, but I feel like I’m about to pass out.” You laugh, stroking his (sweaty) hair with a big smile. “Keep doing that, and I’ll probably fall asleep.”
“Hey! Look who’s here!” Bukayo’s voice made it impossible for Martin to actually fall asleep anytime soon. You watched him jog towards you, wearing his usual smile. “Captain’s lucky charm, nice to see you again!”
“Hi, Bukayo.” You said, returning the smile. “Lucky charm? I wasn’t aware of that title.”
“Can you guys stop it already?” Martin said, half laughing and half groaning.
“Stop what?” You asked, enjoying how his cheeks were turning slightly red.
“Oh, we’ve been joking around with that. You’re definitely his lucky charm.” Bukayo nudged his arm. “We’ve never seen this guy so happy while training in a long time. And hey, you scored like five goals today, that’s impressive.”
“I guess so…” Was the only thing that he got out of your boyfriend, who seemed to be about to pass out, but this time from embarrassment.
“Well, I’ll leave you guys alone. I’m out to the showers. See you around!”
“Bye!” You looked at Martin again, biting your lip when he avoided your gaze. “I’m going to take the risk to say that it worked, huh?”
Before he could even reply, a group of his teammates walked by, waving at both of you with smiles. You heard in the distance how one of them shouted “Bring her tomorrow!” at Martin before leaving, making you laugh even more.
“Would you mind coming tomorrow as well?” Your boyfriend asked after a few minutes, and you couldn’t help but hug him.
You loved him so much.
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Hello! If you have the time can you write a wandered nightmare Freddy with a dating who is a mother figure to the freddles (the little freddies) it can be headcanons or a one shot your choice :)
Anon i'm so sorry this took so long!! (┳Д┳) This turned out waaaaaaaay longer than I was expecting it to be due to all the scenarios of how i wanted to approach this! I actually didn't make this one yandere focused because I wanted to focus more on reader developing a relationship with the Freddles. I may come back to this since this fanfic made me appreciate Nightmare Freddy so much more! As always thank you for requesting beloved anon!! (´• ω •`) ♡
TW: Female reader, Freddles have rabbies or smth
“I can watch over them while you're gone!!” You blurted, making all heads turn towards you. The cub's ears perked up in surprise. Even Nightmare Freddy was taken aback by your suggestion.
Ever since the Freddles ignored their father's commands to leave their last victim's house cat alone, they have been grounded for the night. On those occasions, he’d take the Freddles with him. Making them sit in a corner to think about their actions. This time, however, you couldn't let it happen.
“₳ⱤɆ ɎØɄ ₵ɆⱤ₮₳ł₦ Ø₣ ₮Ⱨł₴ ĐɆ₵ł₴łØ₦?”
If this were last month, you would have slept easily knowing you wouldn't have to deal with them. However, things have changed since you started dating the bear, taking the mother role with it. Lately, you've noticed how agitated the toddlers have been acting since their father's recent work load. Repeatedly throwing tantrums and destroying objects more than usual. Even going as far as disobeying orders from their father leading to now.
You’ve made attempts at trying to engage with the cubs but you'd always end up holding yourself back from fear. It was a common occurrence for the Freddles to become out of hand. Especially with how scared you were of them, you'd rather have them destroy your furniture than maul you. You knew they wouldn't, but the thought still lingered in your mind. There was a reason Freddy had to be there with you to set boundaries.
“Yeah I'm sure” obviously you weren't and Freddy knew it too. He scanned your face before giving his response.
“VɆⱤɎ ₩ɆⱠⱠ. ł₣ ₮ⱧɆɎ ฿Ɇ₲ł₦ ₮Ø ₥ł₴฿ɆⱧ₳VɆ, ₵₳ⱠⱠ ₥Ɇ” Freddy leans over to kiss your head and walks off, disappearing into the shadows. You look back to seeing the boys. The first one looked at you with a deadpan expression, while the other one was trying to hold back their excitement. The last Freddle, still upset, looked away.
‘Oh boy…’
“Um… who wants sweets?”
“I DO!!!”
It’s decided. You start the night making sugar cookies together.
“Okay so… we're gonna need this” you peered over cabinets and the fridge collecting ingredients needed for the cookies. Pouring the contents into a bowl, you allow each of the boys to crack an egg and mix it in.
“Hey, I didn't stir yet!”
“I know just give your brother another second”
It was always best to equally split everything between the three as one extra second would easily unleash chaos. After each of their turns, you decide to mix the rest of the batter, in case of any leftover chunky, unmixed cake batter.
“Mama?”
“Mhm?”
“Can we have sprinkles on the cookies?”
“Yeah sure,” It felt strange when the Freddles would refer to you as “mama”. As cute as it was, you never considered yourself to be a proper mother. A proper mother would love their kids unconditionally, go out of their way to help them, and make them feel happy when they're down. The last time you checked you didn't fit much of the criteria. You often wondered if the Freddles really considered you to be their mother as well.
You were suddenly pulled from your thoughts when you heard a loud thud. Your attention snapped towards the boys. One of them climbed the cabinet shelves, knocking over bottles in an attempt to reach the sprinkle bottle.
“Hey don't do that, you're going to get hurt!” You grabbed the bear from behind, putting him down.
“But I wanted to help…” He huffed, hanging his head.
“I’m sorry I didn't mean to yell at you” you reach for the sprinkles and put a few on the cookies
“I don't want you to get hurt. If you need anything you can always tell me, okay?” You smile at him. He looks up and nods. You clean up the mess and place the cookies in an oven. Leaving it to heat up.
“Okay so what should we do next?-”
“TAG!!!” The cub hits your leg. All of a sudden, the three cubs darted to the other direction, leaving you in confusion.
‘At least give me time to think ’
You run behind them trying to catch up with their speed. If there was one game they were best at, it was tag. They knew it because it was the one they suggested playing the most. Within a couple rounds, you could feel yourself slowing down and you think the cubs noticed too, because they're suddenly going slower when it's their turn to catch you. Curse your lack of stamina.
Luckily, the boys agreed to change games when you suggested playing hide-and-go-seek (for your legs’ sake). Looking for hiding spots, you decide to hide in one of the many wardrobes in your home. For once, they haven't caught you so quickly.
‘Am I actually winning-’ You felt your victory diminish when something pounced on your back, wrapping its arms around your neck and letting out an inhumane scream.
“Geez!” You jumped. The little boy giggled from the scare, making you sigh. Thank goodness your flexes didn't throw him back.
“I gotcha mama!!” the cub shouts excitedly, still clinging to your neck.
“Yeah good job!” you chuckle, holding onto him from behind so he wouldn't fall.
“You're getting really good at this”
“I know hehe!”
“Hey you cheated, I was gonna check there next!” The other two ran into your spot. So much for your most successful hiding spot.
By the time the little ones were tired, the cookies were already done. You run to the oven and remove the hot cookie tray placing the cookies onto a plate to cool down. You settled each one of them down and put on a Halloween movie to watch.
“Thank you, mama!” They cheered, grabbing the cookies from the plate. You smiled, settling the cookies on the coffee table. Seeing them be so comfortable around you gives you a sense of warmth that you never thought you'd feel for the nightmares.
“Mama?”
“Yes?”
“Can I get some milk?”
“Me too!”
“Me three!”
“Alright, give me a minute to bring them” You stood up and headed to the kitchen. You grabbed some plastic cups and began to pour milk inside.
“Mama, can I get chocolate with mine?” You jumped from the surprise. He let out a mischievous giggle at your reaction.
“Sorry, mama!”
“No, don’t worry about it '' You lifted him and placed him on the counter. You were both silent as he watched you bring out chocolate powder and pour some into three different colored cups.
“Hey mama, why are you so scared of us?” You looked up at him.
“What do you mean?”
“Yeah, you are! Every time you see us you get scared and run away! I thought you hated us for that” Your eyes widened.
“What?! I’m not afraid of you guys! Well..” you paused for a second.
“Yeah, sometimes I get caught off guard by your surprises, but I would never hate you guys for it. If I was I would not be here right now” you pat his head.
“I know I don't show it to you guys a lot, but I really care for you a lot”
“I love you mama!” He jumps off the counter to hug you, making your heart swell. You gave him a quick squeeze before planting him on his feet.
“I love you too, now let's go back to the movie!” You both made your way back with the cups of milk.
You put each of the cups and the table and made a seat between the cubs on the couch. The boys cuddled up to you as if seeking warmth from the cold while downing their cookies and milk. You embraced them kissing each of their foreheads. For a second, you felt someone else was with you but you shook away the thought. When the film finally came to a close, you peered down at your cubs. It was obvious from their closed eyelids and drowsy faces that the time was near. You stood up.
“Alright, time to go to bed!” The kids shot up and their whining filled the room.
“But mama!-”
“No buts, you guys will take a bath and go to bed” Their ears drooped down again. You honestly had to pat yourself on the back for that.
“Wait, can we play one more game!?”
“A game of hide and seek and then we’ll go to bed!” They gave their best impression of puppy eyes.
‘Your lucky you’re so cute’ You gave out a dramatic sigh
“Alright fine, we’ll play and then you'll have to get ready” they nodded in agreement.
“And if we win we get to stay up extra longer!!”
“I never said that!” your immediate response was met with giggling. Without a second notice, you turned to the wall and started counting. Realizing the game had already begun, the cubs fled into hiding. Luckily, it didn't take much to grab the first two. One of them hid under the couch and the other in the cabinet of the kitchen.
‘Now for the third one…’
With the two squirming in your arms, you searched around your home. You searched every nook and cranny yet not a single bear showed up. How is he hiding so well?
“Do we have to shower before bed, mama?”
“Yeah, we're not that dirty!” The other one chimed.
“Of course! Unless you want to scare everyone with your smell,” You scrunched up your face. Just as they burst into laughter, you caught a glimpse of someone running. Looking over, there were crumbs near your dresser. You inched closer to notice the small space between the wall and the dresser. Enough space to fit a child. You were proven right when you peeked over the top to see him holding his mouth from giggling.
‘Aha I found you’ You step back to put down the other two Freddles, putting a finger on your lips. They nodded. Curious of what your next move will be.
Everything felt as if it were happening in slow motion. The moment you reached out to scare the last Freddle hiding, he squealed and bit your hand, leaving tiny, broad bite marks. You pulled away, causing you to stumble back and hit the ground. The boys quickly rush to your side.
Their words somehow seemed drowned out from the stinging pain on your hand. Luckily there wasn't much blood leaking from your wound, but the wave of pain was almost unbearable. When you look up towards the children you finally realize their anxious faces.
“Mama are you okay?!”
“Does it hurt?!”
“I’m sorry! I didn't mean to!!” They were obviously afraid. Sure, they had their moments where they played a bit rough, but it was never meant to harm you. You can't help but feel bad for making them worry.
“No no don't worry! It was just an accident. I know you didn't mean to hurt me” The bear nodded his head, tears threatening to spill.
“I know you were scared but you have to be more careful dear” You held out your arms for him to embrace you. The three ran into you, hugging you tightly. You can feel your clothes start to dampen from their tears.
“Sorry, mama…” Their cries were muffled from your clothes. You tried to soothe the boys.
“Here I’m gonna fix my hand first and then we’ll get the bath ready” They followed you into the bathroom where you bandaged up your hand. For a small bite, you have to admit it certainly packed a punch. You ended up using your other hand to get the bath prepared as you didn’t want others to worry the children with discomfort.
“You guys want extra bubbles?”
“Yay!!”
You scrubbed their hair and ears while they played around with the bubbles. It was good seeing them back to their mischievous selves. You don’t think you could handle more gloomy faces tonight. You dried each one of them with a towel and give a fresh pair of clothes.
“Alright now get into bed!” The boys raced to your bed. Jumping and shifting the once neat covers. Once you appeared, the Freddles settled down and they turned towards you trying to quiet their giggling. The same laughter that once gave you goosebumps now sounds so innocent and adorable. You couldn't help but laugh at it yourself.
“Are you guys comfortable?” They hummed in unison as you patted down the blankets. All of a sudden, they burst into giggles.
“What are you laughing about?-”
“ⱧɆⱠⱠØ~” You jumped.
“PAPA!!” The cubs cheered. Nightmare Freddy let out a chuckle. You could feel his arms wrap around your waist pulling you closer to him.
“ɎØɄ ₳ⱤɆ₦’₮ ₲łVł₦₲ ɎØɄⱤ ₥Ø₮ⱧɆⱤ ₳ Ⱨ₳ⱤĐ ₮ł₥Ɇ ₳ⱤɆ ɎØɄ?”
“Don’t worry they weren’t being difficult, right boys?” They nodded their heads.
“₲ØØĐ, ₦Ø₩ ⱤɆ₴₮, ₩Ɇ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₳₦ ł₥₱ØⱤ₮₳₦₮ ₥ɆɆ₮ł₦₲ ₮Ø₦ł₲Ⱨ₮ ₳₦Đ ₩Ɇ ₩ØɄⱠĐ₦’₮ ₩₳₦₮ ₮Ø ₭ɆɆ₱ ØɄⱤ Vł₵₮ł₥₴ ₩₳ł₮ł₦₲” You tucked each one in. Giving them their good night kisses. Nightmare Freddy couldn't help but admire the little family you've built for yourselves. Who knew you could give his cold, dead heart such a jump-start.
“₴₩ɆɆ₮ ₦ł₲Ⱨ₮₥₳ⱤɆ₴ ₥Ɏ ₵Ʉ฿₴~”
“Sleep well, dearies”
“Bye mama, bye papa” The Freddles let out before falling into slumber. You both leave, closing the door behind you.
“₴Ⱨ₳ⱠⱠ ₩Ɇ ₮₳₭Ɇ ØɄⱤ ⱠɆ₳VɆ?” You nod. With his hand still wrapped around your waist, Nightmare Freddy leads you to your room.
“ł ₥Ʉ₴₮ ₮Ⱨ₳₦₭ ɎØɄ ₳₲₳ł₦ ₣ØⱤ ₮₳₭ł₦₲ ₵₳ⱤɆ Ø₣ ØɄⱤ ₵Ʉ฿₴. ɎØɄ ₴₮łⱠⱠ ₳₴₮Ø₦ł₴Ⱨ ₥Ɇ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ɎØɄⱤ ₮ØⱠɆⱤ₳₦₵Ɇ. ₦Ø₮ ɆVɆ₦ ₣ØӾɎ ₵₳₦ ₴₮₳Ɏ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ₮ⱧɆ₥ ₣ØⱤ ₮ØØ ⱠØ₦₲. ł₴ ₮ⱧɆⱤɆ ₳₦Ɏ ₩₳Ɏ ł ₵₳₦ ⱤɆ₩₳ⱤĐ ɎØɄ?~”
“A break would be nice” He laughs at your comment.
“ł ₮ⱧØɄ₲Ⱨ₮ ɎØɄ ₴₳łĐ ₮ⱧɆɎ ₩ɆⱤɆ₦’₮ ฿Ɇł₦₲ Đł₣₣ł₵ɄⱠ₮. ɎØɄ ₵ɆⱤ₮₳ł₦ⱠɎ ₴ɆɆ₥ɆĐ ₮Ø ฿Ɇ Ⱨ₳Vł₦₲ ₣Ʉ₦. ₳ ₴Ⱨ₳₥Ɇ ɎØɄ ĐłĐ₦’₮ ₴₳VɆ ₥Ɇ ₳₦Ɏ Ø₣ ₮ⱧØ₴Ɇ ₴₩ɆɆ₮₴ ɎØɄ ₥₳ĐɆ” He faked a sniffle.
“You saw?!” You hissed, trying not to raise your voice.
“₩ⱧɎ, Ø₣ ₵ØɄⱤ₴Ɇ~ ł Ⱨ₳Đ ₮Ø ₥₳₭Ɇ ₴ɄⱤɆ ₮ⱧɆ ⱧØɄ₴Ɇ Ⱨ₳Đ₦’₮ ₵ØⱠⱠ₳₱₴ɆĐ ฿Ʉ₮, ł₮ ₩₳₴ ₩ØⱤ₮Ⱨ ₴ɆɆł₦₲ ₴Ʉ₵Ⱨ ₳ ₱ⱤɆ₵łØɄ₴ ₥Ø₥Ɇ₦₮ ฿Ɇ₮₩ɆɆ₦ ɎØɄ ₳₦Đ ₮ⱧɆ ₵ⱧłⱠĐⱤɆ₦”
He sits on the edge of your bed. Patting his lap while holding out his arms towards you, you sit letting his cold embrace engulf you. You set your head onto his shoulder as he holds you close. While others often search for warmth from their lover, you enjoy his cool body. It was refreshing, like easing your head onto a cold pillow.
“гР₮ⱧɆɎ ⱠɆ₳VɆ ₮ⱧɆ₴Ɇ ₥₳Ɽ₭₴ Ø₦ ɎØɄ?” You look up to notice Freddy scanning the bite marks one of his little ones left. You could hear the sternness of his voice.
“Yeah, but it's fine. He didn't mean anything by it.” He hummed a response.
“ł’ⱠⱠ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₮Ø ₣łӾ ₮Ⱨ₳₮ ₮ⱧɆ₦~” He starts kissing your wounds. Taking his time trailing up your arm and onto your neck.
“Freddy”
“ɎɆ₴?~”
“Please try to make more time for the children '' You gave him a solemn look
“I know that you’re busy but you’ve barely made an effort to give an ounce of attention. They are obviously lashing out at everyone because they miss you and-” You stopped your rant when you noticed the grin spreading on his face.
“ɎØɄ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₵Ⱨ₳₦₲ɆĐ ₴Ø ₥Ʉ₵Ⱨ ₮ØĐ₳Ɏ ĐɆ₳Ɽ~”
“What?”
“₦Ø ₦ɆɆĐ ₮Ø ₣ⱤɆ₮” He strokes your hair “₥Ɏ ₳₱ØⱠØ₲łɆ₴ ₣ØⱤ ₦Ø₮ ₳ĐĐⱤɆ₴₴ł₦₲ ₮ⱧɆ ₴ł₮Ʉ₳₮łØ₦ ₴ØØ₦ɆⱤ. ł ₳Đ₥ł₮ ₩ØⱤ₭ Ⱨ₳₴ ₮₳₭Ɇ₦ ₳ ₮ØⱠⱠ Ø₦ ₥Ɇ ₳₦Đ ł₮ Ⱨ₳₴ ₴Ⱡł₱₱ɆĐ ₥Ɏ ₥ł₦Đ. ł ₱ⱤØ₥ł₴Ɇ ₮Ø ₮₳Ⱡ₭ Ø₣ ł₮ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ØɄⱤ ₴Ø₦₴ ₮Ø₥ØⱤⱤØ₩”
“It's alright. Thank you for listening”, he held your hands in his rugged, tattered ones. Kissing your hand ever so gently left you flustered. It's so strange how someone you once considered dangerous and twisted can now be so charming. You kissed his cheek and laid your head back on his shoulder.
Tonight went well for your first night alone with your cubs. You knew there was no certainty that future nights would be just as easy, but you were still proud of yourself for what you could do. You may not have much experience with children, but that won't stop you from trying your best for your kids.
#nightmare freddy#nightmare#five nights at Freddy's#fnaf#fnaf x reader#yandere fnaf#fnaf yandere#yandere art#fnaf human#nightmare freddy x reader#fnaf 4#fnaf 4 x reader#fnaf 4 nightmare freddy#nightmare freddy x yn#fnaf 4 nightmare freddy x reader#nightmare freddy x mother reader#mother reader#x female reader
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Sometimes I give too much and keep too little… my fur gets all bald and patchy… and sometimes, even the bugs on my skin feel Ş̶̢̛͈̪̩̼͚͗ͅớ̴̢̨̨̨̢̛̛̰̹͍̟͔̟̦̗̮͙͇̥͇͇̈̒̓̋̏̇͒̆̏͂̀͜͝r̸̨̡̥̻̬̱͉͉̙̙̺͖̬͍̪͎̞̯̱̭̗̟͕̠̟͉̦͍͉̜̺͈̅͋͒̓͗̏̒r̴̢̪͚̻̥̭̰̭̟̉́̌̋̐̋̊̾̃̚̕y̸̡̢̞̗̹̮̻͈̟̭̫̼͖̙̘̞̤͔̠͋͌̓̽́̓̃̈̌̿̀̀̌͊̔̄͐̔͆͌̐̀̓̑̕͘̕͠͝ for me… my energy runs low and my motivation goes away.
I keep overthinking even when I know it’s not my F̷̧͎̰̠̦̤͔̱̠̖̬͚͕̟̜͙͘a̴̛̜̪͎͓͍̹͍̲̝̞͙͌̀̊̉̀̐͗̿̀̈́̒̓͗͌͑̏̍̚͝͝ứ̴̧̢͓̺̱̘̱̘͉͎̺̖͕͓̟̦̤͎̞͙̱͒̄̐̓͂͊͆̕̚͜͜͝ļ̵̛̣̼̝͕̥̜̮̫̳̩̣͆̽̔̓͐͋̈́̈́̇̔͊͊͌̂̉̓̓͘̚͘͝͝ţ̸̧̠̟̬̤̪͕̼͉͓̼̺̠͕͕̮͎͔͔̲̺̘̦͙͉͍̰̣̮̦̎͗͆̈́̓̓͠ͅ and that I can’t control it. Sometimes I can’t help but not feel G̵̣͆́̇̊̚o̵̳̤̤͍̍̇̊͑̉̎ö̶̱́d̷̡͆̄̂̓ ̶̧̛̬͕̫͇̤̏͆̃͊̀͝e̸͖͈̰̊̾̒͋͛̕ṉ̸̆͑̀ǫ̶̬̐͘̕͜͝u̶̧̹̳̹̼̒͜ǵ̸̢̛͙̱͎̽͂h̸̫̱̝̙̱̒ ̴̭̈́̈̈́̄̌́͘͜
W̸̧̛̱̼͉̺͚̫͗̽͑̌̆͝ẖ̵̲̽̑͋y̵̛̼̞̭͗̾͘ ̶̢̧̥̦̰͎͛̋̒̒c̴̛̣͇͐̽̽͝á̶̟̲͔̬̤n̷̨̅̒̌̽’̶͉͂́͛͛̏̚̚t̶̪͇̮̺̦̻͈̃͌́̓͆͒̈ ̵̨̞͍͆̆͂̆̈́̕͠I̷̡͔͙̤̥͈͆̒͠ ̸̮̩̻͆̈́̓̿̋͠b̷̯͐̏̋̌͊́e̵͉̲̾͜ ̷̭̲͙̙̣͈͂̃ģ̸̧̥̩̪̀̈́̍̕o̸̰̾̍̾̔̕͜ṍ̷̧̏͗d̸̡̝͔̫͐̏̀͋͋͆͊ ̵̛̹̼̥͇͓̝͛̀̔̈́̽͘r̶̡̛̹̲͑͗̆̅̈͒ͅn̴̦̗̞̤̪̠̐ͅṑ̵̼͇̯̜̌́͆͝͝u̵͔̱͖̰̜̿̅v̸̧̡̥̤̙̮̇j̶̖̝̝̳̏̆̈́̅̽̈́ what I’m I doing W̵̢̛̛͙͈̝͙̰̤̬̞̤͎̞̲̜̦͎̞͇͈̲̰͓̑̄̿̈̊̊͑̓̂͆̇̿̈́̈́̂̑͋̔̀̇̑̈́̍͗͋̆̀̓̇͂͑̄̌͒̓̈́̔̈́́̏̈̾̏̄͛̀͋͗̉̏̚͘̚̕͘̕͜͜͠͝͠ͅŘ̴͈̬͎̳̩̻̘̠̤̝͓̪̻̦̼̃̈̆̐͆̀̽̎̐̌̑̏̓̓̌̅̓́͒͋̒͐̂̾̍̇̃̈́͑̅͑̾̓̆̈́͑̌̂͗̔̿̀̈́̈́̌̍̂͊̈̍̕̕͘͝͝͝͠͝ͅǪ̶̡̢̢̧̛̛̛͙̗̬͚͔̣̬͍͕̮̙̬̩̺̞̘̪͕̪͙͕̫̖̟͐̏̐̄̏́̓̈͂̂̀̔̊́̃͊̿̇͆̀͌̈́̑̄̔͆̐̿̐͛̀̃̀̋̿̃̄͋̓̔̋͂̇̈́̅̔̃͛̐̚͘̚͘͠ͅÑ̴̨̢̨̛̹̘̮͎̦̹̺̲͚̭̩͈̭̺̳̼̣̬͓̠̜̥͉̤͓̬͓͈̺̺̗͙̬͂̉͗̍̈̈́̇̄̀͑͋̈́̎̐̈́̓͋̓̆̓̂͊́͗̍̀͂̽͑̆̾͐̈́͆̄̀͋̾̅̽̕͘̕͘͘͝͠͝Ģ̸̡̨̢̧̨̨̡͙̠̜̫͎̩͕͍͍̼͓̦̫̮̗̺̰̙͔͕̗̺̲̺̯̙̺̝̻̠̠̹̟̖̫̥͕̹̜̳͇̪͚̟͖̱̜̮̞̰̙̹̰̟̊̅̐͐̓?̵̧̢̨̢̧̨̫͎͕̲̹̟̻̹͙̘͙̙̻̘̻̭̹̹̩̱͖̬͔͍̼͙͇̟̹̲̦̤̭̞̳͕̞̙̻̲̍͌̄̅̀̿́͊͊̒́́̈́͐͌͜͜͜!̷̢̰̭͚͕̝͚̠͛̒̅́̐̽͊̑́̋͋͋̍̕͝͝
My skin itches… and my claws are filed down from dragging them along my patchy skin. My stomach hurts… why do I feel so… small..?
—— Crow Animation here☆
#SoundCloud#Ø’s thoughts#character post#weirdcore#dreamcore#unreality#dereality#unorcadox#false reality#omnious positivity#not good enough#theres#no#stopping#your#feelings#from#appearing#one#way#or#another#oddcore#odd#surreal#surrender#strangecore
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L’alphabet phonétique
Les voyelles
[a] open front unrounded vowel - cinéma (cinema, m); hat
[ɑ] open back unrounded vowel - château (castle, m); hot
[e] close-mid front unrounded vowel - clé (key, f); may
[ɛ] open-mid front unrounded vowel - père (father, m), chêne (oak, m); bed
[ə] mid central vowel/schwa - jeu (game, m); bird
[i] close front unrounded vowel - souris (mouse, f); free
[o] close-mid back rounded vowel - rose (rose, f); UK yawn
[ɔ] open-mid back rounded vowel - océan (ocean, m); thought
[ø] close-mid front rounded vowel - jeudi (thursday)
[œ] open-mid front rounded vowel - peur (fear, f)
[u] close back rounded vowel - chou (cabbage, m); boot
[y] close front rounded vowel - tu (you); UK few
This vowel diagram shows the inside of the throat from the left side (pronounce /i/ "eee" and /ɑ/ "aaa" to feel the difference). Antérieur: front, postérieur: back, aperture: opening of the lips.
Les voyelles nasales (when followed by a consonant except -h- or ending a word)
[ɑ̃] > am, an, (é)en, em, aon - temps (time, m)
[ɛ̃] > aim, ain, eim, ein, em, (i)en, im, in, um, un, ym, yn - pain (bread, m)
[ɔ̃] > om, on - ombre (shadow, f), bonjour (hello)
[œ̃] > um, un - humble, un (one, m); dying, turning into [ɛ̃]
N.B. When a nasal sound is produced, despite being made of two letters, they are to be pronounced as their own sound: in Bonjour, the /o/ and the /n/ shouldn't be heard at all since they are followed by the consonant /j/, as opposed to the usual dragging of /o/ then /n/ like in Bonne journée.
Les semi-voyelles
[j] voiced palatal approximant - lieu (place, m); you
[ɥ] voiced labial–palatal approximant - huile (oil, f); wall
[w] voiced labial–velar approximant - oui (yes); witch
Les consonnes
[b] voiced bilabial plosive - bête (beast, f)
[d] voiced dental and alveolar plosive - déjeuner (lunch, m)
[f] voiceless labiodental fricative - faim (hunger, f)
[g] voiced velar plosive - gâteau (cake, m)
[ʒ] voiced postalveolar fricative - ange (angel, m); vision
[k] voiceless velar plosive - cadeau (gift, m)
[l] voiced apical alveolar approximant - lait (milk, m)
[p] voiceless bilabial plosive - pain (bread, m)
[ʁ] voiced uvular fricative - roi (king, m)
[s] voiceless alveolar fricative - sel (salt, m); nonsense
[t] voiceless denti-alveolar plosive - table (table, f)
[v] voiced labiodental fricative - violon (violin, m)
[z] voiced alveolar fricative - maison (house, f)
[ʃ] voiceless postalveolar fricative - chocolat (chocolate, m)
Les consonnes nasales
[m] voiced bilabial nasal - miel (honey, m)
[n] voiced denti-alveolar nasal - nez (nose, m)
[ɲ] voiced palatal nasal - montagne (mountain, f)
[ŋ] voiced velar nasal - connexion (connection, f); sing
Voiced sounds are those that make our vocal chords vibrate when they are produced; voiceless sounds are produced from air passing through the mouth at different points. Fricatives are consonants with the characteristic that when they are produced, air escaped through a small passage and make a hissing sound; plosives are a type of consonant produced by forming a complete obstruction to the flow air out of the mouth.
Movie: Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain - Jean-Pierre Jeunet, 2001
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500 Ø₦ ₮ⱧⱤɆ₳Đ₴ :: 5 hundred people are following ya boi on Threads so I thought I'd go mega old school and whip out the glitch tools again. Thank you everyone! :)
Tools: Leonardo AI, PhotoMosh, G'MIC-Qt and GIMP
Instagram // Threads // Ko-Fi
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Okay, maybe it's just a small insignificant detail, but I like that Striker didn't stop calling Blitz without pronouncing "ø". At first I thought maybe he was just doing it to buy into the favor in episode 5, but when he didn't stop doing it later, it made my heart warm in a strange way. It seems to me that in this way, even if they are on opposite sides, Striker is simply showing that he respects Blitz's will and simply has no intention of changing it, even if they are enemies. It also seems to me that if you look at it from a slightly different angle, Striker could identify somewhat with the imp. What I mean to say is that if things had gone a little differently, Blitz could have ended up like Striker. I would like to see them join forces in the series, because they have some common interests, and then everything would go back to the way it was before, just my loose idea.
Bonus headcanon + art (not mine):
•Striker's family was murdered through the royal family, the family that Stella comes from.
#striker#helluva boss striker#helluva boss blitz#blitzø#striker and blitz#headcanon#helluva boss headcanon#I'm just overthinker#helluva boss#:3
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~ Monthly BL Breakdown: June 2023 ~
⛱️ Happy July!!! 👗
Disclaimer: ALL shows can be streamed here or here, as well as on Youtube and other platforms. For more info on where to watch what, check out this post!
New breakdowns are coming at the end of every month - feel free to add stuff! -> previous breakdowns
What came out this month? (green = seen/currently watching)
🌟 Let’s Eat Together - June 2nd (Japan)
🌟 Ever After - June 3rd (Philippines)
🌟 Tin Tem Jai (Special Episodes) - June 3rd + June 4th (Thailand)
🌟 Twins - June 6th (Thailand)
🌟 Love Tractor - June 7th (South Korea)
🌟 Stupid Genius - June 9th (Vietnam)
🌟 Moonlight Armour - June 10th (Philippines)
🌟 Aedan - June 12th (Philippines)
🌟 Tokyo In April - June 15th (Japan)
🌟 The Internship (movie) - June 22nd (Thailand)
🌟 His Man Season 2 (dating show) - June 23rd (South Korea)
🌟 A Story to Remember - June 23rd (Philippines)
🌟 Tie the Not - June 24th (Philippines)
🌟 Dinosaur Love - June 25th (Thailand)
🌟 One in a Hundred (international release) - June 29th (China)
Monthly likes/dislikes
❣️ ø
👎🏻 La Pluie - Sadly I had to drop this one because I got super bored by it. It had a very interesting premise and the first 2-3 episodes were solid but then it deflated. Them revealing Pat as the soulmate so soon was a fatal mistake imo, they should have leaned more into the mystery of who he is to Saengtai etc. The story with Lomfon and Saengtian had an interesting start as well but then went nowhere. It’s a pity because I thought they were onto something with this show. oh well.
New series & movie announcements
🎥 Beyond the Star - Date TBA (Thailand)
🎥 The Rebound (produced by AllThis Entertainment) - Date TBA (Thailand)
🎥 My Imaginary Boyfriend (novel adaption) - Date TBA (Thailand)
🎥 Choco Milk Shake Season 2 - Date TBA (South Korea)
🎥 The Only One (novel adaption) - Date TBA (Taiwan)
🎥 So-And-So (novel adaption) - Date TBA (Taiwan)
🎥 Beyond the Duo (movie) - Date TBA (Myanmar)
🎥 The Bartender - Date TBA (Myanmar)
🎥 Kiseki: Dear to Me - Date TBA (Taiwan)
🎥 Dear Dopamine - Coming 2024 (Thailand)
🎥 90's Boyfriend - Date TBA (Philippines)
🎥 Jazz for Two - Date TBA (South Korea)
🎥 My Dear Gangster Oppa (starring MeenPing) - Date TBA (Thailand)
🎥 Spirit Reborn - Date TBA (Thailand)
🎥 My Momentary Wish - Date TBA (Thailand)
🎥 Mr. Cinderella Season 2 - Coming September 2023 (Vietnam)
🎥 Love of the Sea - Date TBA (Myanmar)
Other news from the BL world
❗️ The upcoming GMMTV BLs Dangerous Romance, Only Friends, Last Twilight and Cooking Crush as well as the WabiSabi production Absolute Zero have started filming.
❗️ Actor Build Jakapan announced his withdrawal from the upcoming BL 4 Minutes due to the events that have occured over the last few months and his resulting departure from BOC. It’s unclear whether or not his co-star Bible Wichapas will remain a part of the project and get a new acting partner or if the project will get cancelled altogether.
❗️ The upcoming Domundi BL Love Upon a Time released its pilot trailer.
❗️ A second season for the Korean BL Choco Milk Shake was announced. Further details are unknown.
❗️ The members of the kpop group OnlyOneOf will star in the upcoming Korean BL Bump Up Business. Further details are unknown.
❗️ Actor Frank Thanatsaran announced that he will not be reprising his role as Itt in the upcoming sequel Love Syndrome: The Beginning. His role will be recast. It was announced that instead, he will star in the upcoming BL The Rebound, where he will be paired with Nammon Krittanai. The series will be produced by AllThis Entertainment and will be directed by Golf Tanwarin. (The Eclipse, 609 Bedtime Story)
❗️ A spinoff for the Korean BL Unintentional Love Story was announced. Further details are still unknown.
❗️GMMTV has announced the following cast changes for their upcoming BLs:
Only Friends: Piploy K. will be replaced by Lookjun B. (role of น้ำเชื่อม)
Cooking Crush: Mark P. will be replaced by Aungpao O. (role of Dynamite)
❗️ Y MOMENT Entertainment Thailand has announced their lineup for 2023/2024:
Low Frequency - Coming July 2023
Venus in the Sky - Coming September 2023
Kiseki - Coming 2024
Time - Coming 2024
Lovely Addict - Coming 2024
Beyond the Star - Coming 2024
❗️ Actor Ja Pachara has decided not to renew his contract with his agency 888 Entertainment. He will continue to work as a freelanced artist.
❗️ The upcoming horror/fantasy BL movie After Sundown released its official trailer. The movie will star ZeeNunew and will be released in Thai cinemas on July 20th.
❗️ The Thai BL A Boss and a Babe won in the category “Rising BL series” at this year’s Asia Top Awards.
❗️ The ongoing filming for the upcoming Special Edition of Chains of Heart has been suspended due to intractable scheduling conflicts of the main actors. The project has been cancelled.
❗️ The long awaited Thai remake of the Japanese BL Cherry Magic (starring TayNew) will air in 2024. According to cast + crew, after a long struggle with copyright issues, the trailer will be released shortly. Filming will start at the end of the year.
Upcoming series & movies for July:
👉🏻 Be Mine SuperStar (starring JaFirst) - July 3rd (Thailand)
👉🏻 Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 - July 5th (Japan)
👉🏻 Stay by My Side - July 7th (Taiwan)
👉🏻 Stay With Me - July 7th (China)
👉🏻 Low Frequency - July 8th (Thailand)
👉🏻 Hidden Agenda - July 9th (Thailand)
👉🏻 Club Friday: Moments and Memories - July 9th (Thailand)
👉🏻 Laws of Attraction - July 15th (Thailand)
👉🏻 Wedding Plan - July 19th (Thailand)
👉🏻 After Sundown (starring ZeeNunew) - July 20th (Thailand, cinema-release)
👉🏻 Jun and Jun - July 20th (South Korea)
👉🏻 Stay Still The Series - July TBA (Hong Kong)
👉🏻 The Star Season 2 - July TBA (Myanmar)
#doreens monthly bl breakdown#thai bl#bl drama#upcoming bl#update#bl news#boss and babe winning that award........i have no words honestly#who was in the jury? monkeys?? fml#june has been a huge letdown tbh#nothing good#im gonna need july to be better please#putting all my hopes into hidden agenda 🥺
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. TW!: miguel fluff, missing home, parent angst, crying ):
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. i had another little thing i wanted to type out, was thinking about it last night, this isnt proofread like the last one- just typed up and posted~ more in the a/n!
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๑۞๑,¸¸,ø¤º°°๑۩ ร𝓲ᖇᵉŇ. ๑۩ ,¸¸,ø¤º°°๑۞๑ ๑۞๑,¸¸,ø¤º°°๑۩ ร𝓲ᖇᵉŇ. ๑۩ ,¸¸,ø¤º°°๑۞๑
today was a special day. miguel was here tonight. its been so long since hes spent the night with you. Hes always away saving the multiverse, in and out of your apartment- just to stay and watch over you as you slept. him being away takes a lot out of you...but you were used to it. Used to important people leaving you, coming and going out of your life. But miguel has an excuse, he has more important things to do than stay locked up in your lonely apartment- so its okay. thats what you tell yourself...
you two were laying on your small couch, miguels legs hanging off the arm as hes two big to fit properly (big ahh sexy man), you were laying on top of miguel. your ear to his chest, enjoying the rising and falling as he breathes slowly and calmly, listening to to the muffled and steady beating of his heart. you could listen to it all day. the warmth from his large hands resting on your back, bringing a familiar feeling of safety and comfort. the movie you were watching was one of your favorites, you watched it all the time whenever youre feeling alone. the patter of miguels heart was pulling you into a state, it brought back a memory for you. a good one, you think. you indulge in the memory allowing yourself to be taken back.
you were younger, 7 or 8 years old maybe? you were laying on the couch with your dad, relaxing and watching a trashy film. you were laying on his chest, laughing wildly at the scene on tv, while he draped an arm over you, half asleep but jolting everytime you laugh, smiling gently down at you before being stolen by sleep again. he was a busy man, working all night and into early hours of the morning, doing enough to make sure you and your siblings were okay before going to sleep. It was good. a good memory. you miss him. You love him?.
you were pulled out of your memory by miguel rubbing your shoulder. he asked if you were okay?.. okay? am i ok? you started sobbing. tears staining his shirt. miguel sits the both of you up and scoops your face up. he asked whats wrong. you told him. told him more than what you needed to. he rubbed your cheeks from the tears that littered them and kissed each. he hugged you. nice and tight. safe and warm. you never wanted to leave. you knew you would have to. you cried more. tired of people leaving.
you didnt stop crying. well you did- but only because you fell asleep during it. you needed to cry. youre tired of keeping the flood gates up. somethings gotta give. you gave. youre tired of giving. miguel stayed and held you the entire time. hes there for you. always. he built his arc and survived the flood. he'd do it a million times over. he would swim in your flood just for you. he doesnt care if hes drowns. he'll figure it out. Just for you. Always for you. You need it. You deserve it...
๑۞๑,¸¸,ø¤º°°๑۩ ร𝓲ᖇᵉŇ. ๑۩ ,¸¸,ø¤º°°๑۞๑ ๑۞๑,¸¸,ø¤º°°๑۩ ร𝓲ᖇᵉŇ. ๑۩ ,¸¸,ø¤º°°๑۞๑
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. a/n: this is actually a memory i had a while back and thought itd be something to build upon for a fic- i hope its not too sad omg im sorry if it is
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#miguel o'hara#miguel ohara x reader#miguel spiderman#x reader#fanfiction#atsv miguel#miguel o'hara fanfiction#miguel o'hara x y/n#miguel ohara fluff#miguel x reader#miguel x you#the miguel effect#spiderman 2099#2099#angst#miguel ohara angst#dads#i cried making this lorddd
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