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When you get the chance do you think you could write a Miguel x chubbyF!reader ?
(It's my first time requesting and I wanted to try and give like an idea of it)
Miguel saw the reader in the library and she caught his eye and he went on about what he was doing until he grabbed the same book as her and it just happened to be both of their favorite books and they ended up talking about it and maybe going to a coffee shop after?
The Very Grumpy Spider
Miguel x Chubby/Curvy!Fem!Reader
TW/CW: None
Taglist: @tojishugetiddies
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Miguel was hiding away from the world in the most unlikely of places. It wasn't his home, or his darkened office at HQ, or the labs at Alchemax.
No, it was the library. It hardly had any foot traffic, and the libraries of the world were quickly becoming obsolete with their actual paper books in favor of all the digital files you could simply download online these days.
Which is why it was perfect for him to hide in.
It was quiet, almost no people, and his favorite reading nook had the comfiest chairs. Hell, sometimes he'd sit in the bean bag chairs and nod off a bit.
Today he was browsing the shelves labeled "Classics -- Science Fiction".
His large fingers drummed on the spines of each book as he weighed the decision of which one to read, his glasses perched low on his nose. It seemed silly, that someone who has superpowers would like something as simple as science fiction, but these books were a big escape from the abuse he and his little brother were witness (and in many cases victim) to.
It was also the library he'd run off to back then, too.
It was a sanctuary, a sweet, private Sanctuary.
Miguel was so warped in his thoughts that he didn't notice somebody was now standing right next to him.
Not until a small hand reached out and they both touched the spine of the same book.
An omnibus of sorts containing all the stories of a series called "Dinotopia" by an author named James Gurney, a little over a hundred or so years ago. Miguel as a child had silly fantasies of finding such a place and now the stories were a source of great comfort when the stress of his life became a bit too hard.
"Oh! Sorry!" You say, awkwardly snatching your hand back. "I... Er. Didn't know that anybody else liked... uh, nevermind."
You were... cute. Not obnoxiously made-up like many of the women he's met; you were very minimal makeup and he could even see a few blemishes here and there.
Your body was not rail thin--again, like most women he's known--you were soft, your clothes hugged your body in a way that showed that you had little rolls that spilled over the top of your jeans, your legs and arms a bit on the thicker side, and your round little face definitely set you apart.
And Miguel found himself quickly liking the sight.
He lowered his hand and shook his head with a soft chuckle, "Ah, no, it's alright. I'm surprised anybody even knows these books exist."
You smiled sheepishly up at him, dimples in your soft cheeks as you did. "Yeah... My grandpa used to read these to me when I was little. It's hard to find them nowadays and the copies I had got ruined when my apartment flooded..."
"I used to read them as a kid, myself." Miguel smiled at you as he plucked the book off the shelf, looking at the illustrated cover; protected by a dust jacket but the cover was faded with time, the pages slightly yellowed.
"They were a nice escape."
"Oh! Yeah... They--they are." You say as you watched him turn the book over in his massive hands. Hell, they were so goddamn big that the thick volume looked like a tiny booklet. And oh, did you try to ignore how strong they looked.
Miguel sighed and held the book out to you, "Here. Far be it from me to keep someone from reading a favorite, huh?"
You held your hands up, waving then a bit. "Oh! No, no, um... It's okay. You can read it."
You both stood there, blinking at each other in an awkward silence.
Until you both broke out into soft laughter and Miguel lowered his hand that still clutched the book.
"...We're just going to go back and forth about this, aren't we?" He asked.
"... Probably." You giggled, rubbing the back of your neck.
There was another pause, until you decided to break it.
"Um... well. We can... Talk about it?"
When he tilted his head at you with raised eyes you felt yourself flush. "I--! Well, I just mean that, um... Er. It's unusual to find anybody that knows about that series because it's so old, so, I mean..."
He laughed again, and god, did it sound wonderful as it tumbled out of his lips. He fixed his dark eyes on you and smiled. "Sure. I don't have anywhere to be for the rest of the day."
You swore you could see that his eyes glimmered a different color as he spoke, and your heart slipped a beat.
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You and Miguel chatted for what must have been close to three hours. You'd even gotten so close as to read the book together; or, well, a few of the stories in it here and there.
You guys had sat so close you could smell his cologne and aftershave.
Meanwhile Miguel could smell your sweet, cherry-like perfume. Hell, he could even smell your lip balm (it had notes of honey) thanks to his super senses.
He loved watching you move, he would often take his eyes from the pages to scan your form, looking at how soft and plush you were. He had the most intrusive thoughts about laying his head in your lap and just letting you run your fingers through his hair as you read the book aloud to him.
Oh, your thighs looked like perfect napping pillows...
He was gorgeous, and he found you absolutely beautiful. You were cute, funny, and quirky, whereas you found him intelligent, witty and kind when he spoke to you.
Something beeped on Miguel's watch and when he looked at it, he grunted. Lyla was asking him when he was going to just ask you out, because apparently she'd been eavesdropping covertly through his watch.
Yeah, it had been hours.
"Is that, um... A call you need to take?" You ask hesitantly.
"No, it's just my assistant checking on me." He turned it off and lowered his wrist, smiling again at you, and he felt something gnaw in his stomach when he saw your hopeful expression.
Fuck it.
"Hey... Would you like to get a coffee?" He finally asked you directly.
And oh, the little error-code face you made was just precious.
"Oh!" You shake your head softly, and smile up at him again. "Sure! I--I mean that is I'm okay with with that, and... uh."
Miguel stood, the book once again in his palm and he extended his hand to you politely to help you out of your seat.
Witty and chivalrous. It made you positively weak in the knees!
"But, um... are you sure?" You ask, following him to the check out counter.
He smiled at you over his shoulder, waving the book.
"Of course. After all, how else are we supposed to finish reading this together?"
#🌙 answered#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara x you#miguel x reader#miguel x you#miguel ohara#across the spiderverse
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i just saw this on tiktok
can you do riize texts reacting to you saying "daddy am I your baby?"
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#✧ melody answers#✧ 🌙 anon#✧ hard hours ✧#riize smut#shotaro smut#eunseok smut#sungchan smut#wonbin smut#seunghan smut#sohee smut#anton smut
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Ok but also knowing for a fact that Price pisses himself easily and using that to your advantage?
Like imagine toying with him, making sure he’s fully hydrated and just. Not letting him go to the bathroom. Maybe call me a control freak but imagine watching him squirm in his seat as it gets harder and harder to focus on doing paperwork until he’s begging and groaning while you’re gently cooing at him about how pathetic he is?? And he gets all riled up about it??? Pressing on his bladder and he just. Straight up whimpers??
I have so much brain rot I’m so sorry.
Idk do I have to tag myself as an anon? If so could I either be 🐺 or 🌙 anon
Old man Price straddling your lap, grinding his clothed cock down onto yours, completely soft but eager as ever in his thrusts
But you don’t really care about the fact that he’s still soft, rather focusing on pushing and pressing onto his bladder while he whimpers and whines into your shoulder.
It doesn’t take much before you see a prominent small stream appearing on the sweatpants he’s wearing and he’s absolutely embarrassed on the verge of tears, teeth sinking into your skin but never ceasing the movements of his hips
It’s disgusting
It’s embarrassing
An old man who can’t help but piss himself.
But it’s hard to dwell on the embarrassment for too long when your fingers are gentle as ever as you card them through his hair, whispering words of praise into his ear while grinding up on his soaked crotch.
Spitball w/ me?
#alec answers#u can def be 🐺 or even 🌙 super cute emojis 🥹#john price x reader#john price x male reader#john price#captain john price#captain john price x male reader#captain john price x reader#call of duty#x male reader#male reader
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joker joker 😣🙏 please pleaseee
a/n: SKDNJS I'M FINALLY FREE TO ANSWER MY ASKS 😭 allow me to use this ask to insert some random headcanons of our favorite pookie bear while I work on the other joker fics I got for you 🤩 these are so bad im so sorry
There is something about the Joker that gives "DARRRRRLLINNGGGGG GUESS WHO JUST ESCAPED THE PSYCCHHHH WARDDD"
He would say this to Batman after escaping Arkham for the millionth time
Kicks feet and giggles
Someone please sedate me
I know damn well they had to put a muzzle on this man in Arkham because he bit someone for talking bad about Batman
It was Killer Croc 💀
I think this man loves sprinkles for some reason -- specifically rainbow sprinkles
Like he needs it on his ice cream or else he won't eat it
Like he would rob a store at gunpoint for rainbow sprinkles
And then go, “Oh nooo, I hope a big, bad, Bat doesn’t come and stop me” type shit 😭
Speaking of ice cream, I wholeheartedly believe Joker is lactose intolerant
Does he care?
Not in the slightest
He is guzzling milk, cheese, and ice cream at all times
He went to extensive lengths to smuggle in a picture of Batman into his cell in Arkham, but don’t ask him how he did it
You don't wanna know
He has a tattoo on his lower back a tramp stamp of the bat symbol
#i hope this was at least somewhat enjoyable 😭#i haven't written joker fics in AGES#kind of embarrassed of this 💀#🌻: lynn’s answers#🍯: freshly baked#🌙: midnight meadow runs#the joker#dc joker#batman x joker#joker x batman#joker headcanons#joker x reader#the joker x reader#dc comics#dc universe#batman#dc batman#batman comics
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I am SCREAMING about the rabbit Vasco/Machete!! I love rabbits, they have such A deep spiritual meaning to me. I could ramble and ramble, but the pure white fur of machete and the long thin nimble legs remind me of fleeting snow and the sharp cold.
The gold cream fur of Vasco reminds me of the sun that melts the snow, they remind me of the sun and moon, they can never touch but they will never be apart.
Aa thank you!
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Jason overstimulating himself inside you to the point hes whimpering and shuddering n you just keep milking him 😮💨 - 🌙
where is my vibe??? where the fuck is my vibe???
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He’s panting and whining, unsure of if he wants to buck up into your tight pussy or flinch away. The pleasure slots halfway into pain and Jason feels his head swim, feels every thought shatter like spun glass. There’s a knowing look on your face, you’re smug with it. You look like you know his deepest, darkest secrets and he wants to shy away, wants to wither under your stare.
“You can’t run from me, Jay.” You say, voice breathless, hips slowing to a soft grind. “I wanna come on your cock again, won’t you let me squeeze at your pretty cock?”
“Baby–I can’t. S’too sensitive…I can’t take it, please.”
Lifting your hips you bounce on his cock and Jason wants to tear out of his skin, wants to fuck up into your perfect cunt and come again. But he can’t and it hurts and you’re not stopping. You keep tightening around him and Jason feels tears spring to his eyes.
“S’too much.” He whimpers, body jerking and shaking underneath you. “Baby, please, please, please. I can’t.”
“Yes you can.” You insist, slamming your hips down and engulfing his cock in your slick hole. “You can take it, sweetheart. You’re my good boy. And I think my good boy wants to feel me come on his cock again.”
His back arches when you start rubbing at your clit, the swollen little nub twitching and throbbing and having you clamping down around him like a slick fist. You’ve had him coming inside you twice already and each time you’ve shuddered and gushed around him, leaking a mixture of his come and your own.
“M’gonna come again, baby.” You moan, pace faltering. “You want me to come again, don’t you?”
His body cries out for you to stop, overstimulation hooking into the sensitive nerves of his struggling cock. He whimpers and sobs softly, voice cracking in his throat. You coo gently when he reaches out for you desperately, hands pawing at your waist, your chest.
“Oh, Jason.” You whisper, and he feels tears stream down his cheeks. “It’s okay, just one more, okay? Just want you to tell me to come for you once more then we can cuddle.”
He doesn’t know how you manage it. How you can hijack his entire nervous system with a few soft words, how you can turn his own body against itself. Your hips don’t stop moving and your pussy is milking him for all he’s worth but he shudders and begs you with a raw, cracked voice to come again.
“Please.” He tries, leaning up to bury his face into your neck. “Please come on my cock, baby. Wanna feel you milk me again. Want to feel you squeeze me when you come.”
“Good boy, Jay.” You praise, and his hips twitch, shoving his overstimulated cock deeper. “I knew you wanted me to come again. I knew you wanted me to milk your poor cock.”
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#i am going directly to bed#my brain has ceased to function#jason todd x reader#jason todd x reader smut#jason todd x you#jason todd x you smut#jason todd smut#ella writes#asks#answered#🌙 anon#i love u for sending this!#marry me right now
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max and f1 journalist/reporter reader is so so special to me
even though he knows it might be unprofessional to interrupt her interviews with other drivers, he’d always run in to give her a quick kiss and an “you’re doing amazing love, i love you” before running off camera
and interviews with the two of them cannot be taken seriously since they’d be too busy giggling or he’d be so zoned out just proudly looking at her
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OKAY BUT BUT
imagine before they get together? max verstappen very famously hates media duties or anything that doesn’t require him driving. but all of a sudden he’s giddy to do interviews? and he keeps looking at the audience during conferences? and he seems to perk up when a certain journalists asks him a question
and it doesn’t take long to figure out max has the biggest crush on the pretty journalist. like he’s so stoic and blunt with everyone else but when he gets to her station in the media pen, he’s all smiles and giggles and maybe he’s even a little flirty (but nowhere near red bull seb’s level)
and imagine this wee fucker getting so offended when his media manager reminds him he has to move on because no, he doesn’t want to. he would rather just stay with this journalist and no one else
and he gets so flustered when she praises him in the interviews😭it would be so🥲
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huening kai size kink thoughts today 🤩
i kinda like the idea that he doesn't even realize he's big, like the first time you fuck him you're like "holy shit you're huge" and he's like ??? cuz he never rlly cared enough about it before but BOY does it give him an ego
also rlly into the concept of him absolutely fucking himself stupid, he gets so lost in the pleasure that he kinda loses his mind 🥴 ik he's loud af he's always whining and whimpering and panting and when he gets close he starts full on moaning ughhhh
don't let me continue i'll start frothing at the MOUTH
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warnings: virgin!kai, dumbification, fem!reader
when he first tugs his boxers down, your eyes widen in shock because, well, you had a faint idea in your head that he was gonna be big, but not this big??? you look up at him with the same stunned look on your face, saying holy shit you're huge, kai and he's GENUINELY confused, looking down at himself cause he just never realized it before?? but then the corners of his lips quirk up in a smirk just a little, and he's biting a hickey on the side of your neck, tip of his dick at your entrance
and he stretches you so perfectly, he feels the same way about it too, practically shaking and incoherent the moment you're completely around him. his pace is erratic off the bat, hands on your hips tugging you closer to him roughly, high pitched whimper leaving his pretty lips when you tighten around him, he's cumming so quickly with one long whine, his breathing ragged, can't help it you just feel so good :((
#ada speaks :)#ada answers 💌#adas hard hours#adas anons <3#anon 🌙#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#txt smut#hueningkai hard thoughts#hueningkai smut#hueningkai hard hours
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the stuffie asks r driving me insane… gnawing at my bars omg…
dlmliyh!ghoap that by a couple months/maybe a year. reader has an army of stuffies. it’s def one of their fav rewards to give her. reader most def built a corner in their home nd by the time shes in love w them (?) they know to leave her alone when she’s in there (most days. there are def days where they end up fucking her in her corner, teasing her abt it too)
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i've read a couple things where a character loves on a stuffy while terrible terrible things are happening and it just. it does something to me. idk why but i'm not gonna ignore it
reader in a little pile of stuffies :( all comfy and cozy and warm. simon holding johnny back by the collar, holding him tight so he doesn't dive right on you and ruin your little nap. keeps him still, a stern "behave, johnny" that keeps him whiney and wiggly. oh i will combust.
he doesn't always hold johnny back - sometimes you wake up to your stuffies flying everywhere, just covered in a giant man with absolutely no clue what's going on. johnny is fucking feral when he gets to fuck you in that little stash, bites at them instead of you and pretends it's jealousy that makes you whine in complaint (really you don't want him to bite through them, but he's delusional enough to pretend otherwise)
simon who never ever fucks with your stuffies. lets you pick one to keep with you when you get locked up in johnny's cage. knows all the names you gave them, doesn't mock you at all for it. saying he should turn them around so they don't have to see you getting fucked like a whore :/ poor little stuffies don't deserve that
also. they bring her a stuffed animal from every country they visit when they leave. and they're definitely themed for each country in the corniest way possible
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Hii!! Was wondering if you could do something like Jealous Leo? Like reader is talking to some boy in her class for a project, and Leo hates every second of it. He's jealous and kinda worried that she might lose interest? Something like that.
Have a good day/night! Make sure to eat some food, drink some water, and get enough sleep ‼️‼️
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Insecure!Leo
Leo & F!Leo x gn!reader
Warnings: insecurity, trauma mentioned slightly, angst, fluff, happy ending, human leaning reader (as it it kind of points to you being human)
A/N: I wanted to add Future Leo as well cause I need more of him. My finger is swollen and it's nearly impossible to type with a splint on... I'm dying...
He's desperately insecure
He doesn't just want to be the face man
And when you started dating Leo was so excited
You wanted him
You wanted to be with him
Even though he's a mutant turtle
Leo showered you in affection and words
He was so happy
But then you started working on school more
Making less time for your blue boy
He saw you hanging out with someone else a lot
He started feeling anxious
Like he wasn't good enough
He tried to get you interested again
But he couldn't seem to do much
He didn't want to bring it up though
You'd tell him if you wanted more right?
Right?
Eventually, after a lot of push from Mikey
Leo went and spoke to you
He was relieved in finding out you were just trying to focus on school a bit more
F!Leo:
He is very very insecure
Leon comes from a timeline where he was in charge
1) it feels weird not bossing everyone around
2) he didn't believe he was capable of love anymore
Then you walked in and...
Well, he's smitten
Leon isn't perfect, his timeline made it hard for him to do anything but be in charge
He tried to hang out with his brothers, April, Splints whenever he could
But he was practically the president of the resistance
He didn't think he could ever love anyone
He didn't think he deserved it
So Leon spoils you as best he can
Flowers, favorite snacks, date nights, you name it
Then you started working more
Having to cancel dates because of a work project
Leon is very understanding
Truly
But he can't help but feel like he wasn't enough for you
Who would want to be with a traumatized, vet of a war that never happened in this timeline
Who would want to be with a 7 foot turtle man?
One night, he gets home from shopping and sees you have dinner ready
The table all set up
Candles lit
And you tell him that you'd been working so hard to spoil him like he did you
He about cries
Like full sobbing on the floor
#{fish answers•°}#{🌙⭐anon•°}#rise of the turtles#rise x reader#rise movie#rise leo#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#rottmnt leonardo#rottmnt leo#rottmnt future leo#rottmnt peepaw leo#future leo x reader#peepaw leo x reader#leo x reader#leo x you#leo x y/n#tmnt#leo tmnt#tmnt 2018#leonardo teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt leonardo#leonardo x reader#leonardo hamato#leo hamato#future leo#future leonardo#in future leo we trust 🙏#peepaw leo
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I’m sorry but I just can’t get over the fact how cool Uranus looks. 😃 Your beautiful, Uranus!!
Uranus: This is one of those bloody jokes making fun of my name, isn't it?
#uranus answers#uranus solarballs#solarballs uranus#solar balls#solarballs askblog#solarballs ask blog#solarballs fanart#solarballs fan art#solarballs#mod 🌙
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Hello Can you please do spidider verse characters also with a reader with anxiety were the spiders are hanging out with a friend alot and the readers anxiety kinda acts up (idk if thats what you call it.)?
A Quiet Moment In A Sea of Chaos
Spiderverse Characters and how they comfort their partner (Reader) that has an anxiety attack
(Including Eddie/Venom and Spider-Medic!)
A/N: This is all based off of various panic attacks I've suffered through, and different methods I use to help calm myself down from them.
Miguel O'Hara:
• You and Miguel were in the middle of a big company party at Alchemax, full of snobbish jerks who sneered at the dumbest comments and inside jokes.
You stood, holding onto Miguel's thick arm beneath his suit as he put on his best, fakest smile he could manage to plaster on his gorgeously plush lips, his sensitive eyes shielded behind his glasses. Sure he was odd for wearing the dark lenses indoors, but he was rich enough that nobody questioned it. And besides, it really put his whole outfit together.
He exuded physical prowess and success. And usually, just having him near you was enough to make you feel just as confident as he was in these sort of gatherings.
But right now? Right now you were freaking out. You bottled it all up inside, but all you could think about was wanting to shrink down, crawl into Miguel's suit pocket, and hide there for the rest of the night, to escape the stares and snickers of the other snobby party goers that settled into your skin like a horrible mist.
• Miguel took notice, his ear twitching as he heard your heart thud in your chest, so frightened like an animal wanting to escape a cage. He heard your breathing get shallow, weaker.
He excused the two of you from the droll conversation he had been sucked into so he could bring you out onto the balcony, hoping that the cool nighttime summer breeze would help ease your concerns.
He would bring you close, caging your smaller frame against his, crushing you in a tight hug, smothering you in the calming scent of his cologne and the very essence that is him.
Miguel your pet your back softly, whispering sweet things into your ear.
"Mi amor. It's okay. I'm here. I'm here. Just breathe." He would say to you.
"Your heart is pounding, sweetheart. I can hear it like a gunshot going off in my ear. I'm going to hold you as long as it takes, okay?"
You would nod, bunching the expensive fabric of his suit in your fingers as he talked you through your waves of anxiety, soothing and kissing away any nervous tears that spilled.
"That's mi vida." He would smile down at you warmly, his glasses automatically tinting so you could see his warm eyes clearly in the lower light out on the balcony.
His full lips quirked up in such a way your heart fluttered in an entirely different manner, the gaze he was giving you so soft and warm that it could break hearts of any caught in it.
It didn't break yours however. All it did was remind you that you were safe in the only shelter you had from the chaotic storm that was your own anxiety; whisking you away to a paradise where your fears could not harm you.
"I'm not going anywhere, love." He would say to you, his voice full of tenderness and love.
"Come on. I'll tell them something came up and we can go home." He would say to you. "If I have to hear one more word from that asshole McLenny, I'm going to hang myself anyways."
When you finally laughed, Miguel grinned.
Pavitr Prabhakar:
• You guys were hanging out in the cafeteria at Spider Society HQ, Hobie regaling you, Pavitr, and Jess with his most recent anarchistic victory over the Osborne of his universe.
You had been picking at the fabric of your suit hard as Hobie talked. You felt their eyes glued to you after a short time, feeling a nasty feeling roiling around in your gut, but you couldn't focus on it. All you could focus on was the floor, so shiny that it reflected the lights and images of your friends and boyfriend with such blinding clarity that it gave you a migraine and made your panic attack rise more violently.
You were so consumed by the feeling gnawing at your gut that you didn't notice when Pavitr told Jess and Hobie that he needed to get you out of there.
Hobie and Jess knew about your anxiety, and Jess, her maternal instincts flaring heavily to life, felt her protective nature surge forward as mama bear ushered Pavitr to get you out of there quicker.
• Pavitr frantically looked for a place to bring you, not stopping until he found an empty office room to sit you down in.
"Hey, hey, lovie." Pavitr cooed at you, kneeling in front of you as he pulled off his mask to meet your gaze.
The lenses of your mask made it difficult for him to see if you were looking at him, so he raised his hands to gently peel yours off your face.
"There's my love." He would smile at you softly upon seeing your face. The face he loved so much.
"Wanna sit in here til everything calms down? I can play a podcast for you on my phone!" He chirps proudly, his eyes sparkling like little gems.
You sniffle and smile, nodding silently in response.
Pavitr would sit lotus style on the floor, pulling you into his lap as he hummed and played the most relevant podcast he could find.
Once it started, he'd place his phone on the floor and rock slowly back and forth, letting you melt into his arms as the voices droned on from the speaker in his phone.
"That's it, lovie. Just breathe for me, huh? Can't have that gorgeous brain of yours pass out on me!"
Peter B Parker:
• You guys were at a party with some other parents. It was a get-together a young couple in your apartment building started for other first-time parents to tots and toddlers.
They decided to hold it at the community center down the street.
The amount of people talking to you in one crowded room, the kids squealing and laughing, toys slamming down, crying, the sounds of the chairs scraping on the floor had your pulse racing like a racehorse.
Peter B would feel it, the hair-raising feeling on the back of his neck as Mayday crashed her stuffed fish into the stuffed bear he had in his hand, babbling and cooing to him as she blew raspberries.
His Spidey senses were tingling hardcore as he picked up on your discomfort, watching how you practically slapped your own face and wiped downwards to ground yourself, to distract yourself from your anxiety as it bubbled up beneath your skin.
But it wasn't enough, there were just too many bodies around you, too many voices, too many noises.
You just.. Couldn't.
• Peter would quickly stand up, cradling Mayday against him as he moved towards you as fast as he could without tripping.
"Hey, honey..." He would say softly to you. "You okay?"
"No. I can't--I can't breathe." You croaked.
Even little Mayday seemed to pick up on your discomfort, as she so innocently held out her stuffed fishy to you, babbling in her baby talk as her big beautiful eyes met yours.
You sniffled and took the toy and held it against you as Peter walked you into the deserted kitchen to get you somewhere calmer. It wasn't much privacy, but it helped put you at ease.
It calmed you enough that you were able to take Mayday in your arms, burying your face in her ever-messy curls, breathing in the lingering scent of the baby shampoo in the bright red strands.
Peter meanwhile, rubbed your back and kissed your temple, Mayday content to snuggle into you and talk in a language only other babies seemed to understand.
Thanks to your lovely husband and darling baby, they were able to bring you out of your little bubble of fear and worry.
Peter looked at you with such a soft and loving gaze you felt your heart swell.
"Hey, that's my favorite human in the whole universe!"
Mayday frowned and stuck her chin out at him, her little lip wobbling in response.
"Okay, okay, one of my favorite humans in the whole universe!" He grinned, giving you both messy kisses on the cheek, rubbing his face into yours as he laughed.
"Why don't we go on home, and watch a nice little movie huh? Just the three of us."
You couldn't help but agree. It sounded like a nice, calm oasis. Perfect.
Hobie Brown:
• You and Hobie were sitting with his band after a successful gig, celebrating in the dressing room of the pub; knocking back some cold brews and eating some cheap takeout. Everyone was laughing and joking, loudly.
Hobie had been watching you out of the corner of his eye, like Peter B, his Spider senses telling him something you weren't voicing as you quietly sat, frosty glass in your hands as you stared into the yellowish, foamy brew.
You were busy tuning the world out, shutting everything down as sweat trickled down your back and all you could hear was the buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you; the edges of your vision started to blur as tunnel vision began to set in.
You didn't even notice when Hobie excused himself from the celebrations to gently tug you to your feet, holding your hand firmly in his as he walked you out into the alley behind the pub, the cool evening mist settling on your skin as you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.
• Hobie turned you around, bringing you to his chest as he leaned down, his mouth at the shell of your ear.
"Ey, luv. It's alright. Just breathe." He would say.
"I'm here, it's all right. Just breathe slowly, count your breaths, count your heart. Or better yet, count how many times you hear a car honk from some tosspot who don't know what they're doin', eh?"
He smiled when, even in your stupor, a thin laugh snaked out of you.
"That's it, baby. Want more jokes? I got plenty."
"Yes... please. Something to..."
"Ay, ay. Say no more. So, listen to this, right? A pastor and a cop walk into a pub..."
He would continue spitting out horrible joke after joke, even the raunchy ones that made you choke on your own spit. He would keep going until your body was shaking not from your anxiety attack, but your effort to contain your laughter.
When you finally admitted you were ready to go inside again, he smiled happily.
"Kay, luv. Let's continue on with our after-party, huh?"
Eddie/Venom:
• You guys were out at a new club that opened, it took a bit of coaxing on both Eddie and Venom's behalf to get you to leave your apartment and venture out into the night life, but they did it.
However, when they met up with Anne and her boyfriend, you felt the air shift. Being around Eddie's ex just felt so awkward and had your baby hairs standing up as your fingers nervously drummed on your thigh.
Yes, Anne and Eddie were on good terms, but ugh! Why couldn't your brain just shut up for five seconds? Anne didn't hate you, she genuinely enjoyed your company and was happy that Eddie and Venom found someone who could handle them both.
Hell, you'd go so far as to claim Anne probably considered you a friend.
Maybe it was being around her, or the fact your social anxiety couldn't handle the bass of the music, the crowds of dancing and weaving people combined with the loud atmosphere... But you buried your face in your arms as you leaned against the wall, your back to the throng of the crowd.
You could feel eyes on your back, you swore you could hear people talk about you, which only compounded the feelings that settled a heavy weight in your chest as you felt tears start to break free from the dam you tried to erect.
You jumped when you felt a hand slide to the small of your back, and turned to see Eddie, his thick eyebrows curved upwards in concern. You felt his hand slip under your back, and that's when you realized he'd grown claws, his grip was cooler as it touched your sweaty skin.
It was Venom, he was trying to comfort you too. In fact, he could feel something was wrong with you the whole night, straining his alien senses and tuning them to your body from within Eddie. He knew the moment you'd slipped away that something was wrong, and like a bloodhound, he helped Eddie sniff you out in the bustling crowd.
"Babe, you okay? Wanna go home?" Eddie would ask, leaning in to your ear as Venom stroked the skin of your back.
When you silently nodded, feeling a small sob bubble up from you, Eddie whipped out his phone, sending a frantic text to Anne about your condition.
'What are you waiting for? Go home! Seriously! Panic attacks are no joke, Eddie! Shoo!' Anne responded.
Eddie chuckled and shook his head, carefully picking the least crowded places to weave into to get you out of the club faster.
• Once outside, Eddie would sit you down on his bike, rubbing your shoulders in soothing motions as he leaned in, his mouth by your ear, talking you through your panic attack.
"Hey, babe... Do you want Vee to bond with you for a bit? To help even things out? I know you said you don't want to use him like a crutch, but he wants to help. He feels bad for helping talk you into this and not stop it sooner." He whispered.
You consent, and Eddie touches your hand, enough skin contact to let Venom covertly slink onto you, fusing beneath the pores in your skin to flow through your body.
Venom immediately sets himself to work, trying to even out the chemicals your brain was pumping out and filtering them with better ones, slowing your heart and breathing to better levels.
You knew Venom, doing this for you, would probably need to consume more chocolate or... well. Some criminal's brain to help him recover from this endeavor, later.
"Don't worry, little one." Venom's voice would purr inside your head. "It's a task I do gladly. And besides, at least you don't call me a parasite."
You giggle around a sniffle as your crying stops, and Eddie smiles at you.
"Let me guess--Vee is bitching because I call him a parasite, huh?" He snorts.
You nod and he laughs again, rubbing your arms once more. "C'mon babe, let's go. Wanna take the scenic route?"
Your watery smile makes his heart leap, and when you nod, he secures your helmet on you, buckling the chin straps before planting his on his head.
"Hmph. You don't need a helmet when you have me." Venom grunted.
When your arms slip around his waist, he feels the tension leave his body. Having Venom separate from him filled him with a sense of his own anxiety, or maybe his empathy was causing yours to bleed into him.
As the bike started up, you hear Venom's voice in your head again:
"Don't worry, little one. We will always be here for you."
(Bonus:)
Peter A Parker (Spider-Medic):
• It all started when you were in one of the exercise rooms in HQ, working on your forms and techniques as Peter A taught you how to fight like a soldier, like he was taught before he was shipped out to Vietnam, while Miguel practiced nearby, giving you pointers over his shoulder as he beat up the punching bag in front of him.
You weren't sure how it happened, maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through your system, or maybe it was the atmosphere around you, the sound of grunting, of weights dropping to the floor, the paf! Paf! Paf! of Miguel hitting his bag, or the overall stress of the last few missions finally collapsing onto your shoulders; but you fell to your knees, clutching your chest as you feel like your lungs were about to give out on you, a cold sweat beading on your brow.
Miguel could hear it, but he knew it wasn't his place to rush to your aid, instead he allowed Peter to do it. You were far closer and more comfortable with Peter, so you would be more likely to calm down with him instead of Miguel.
He was your boyfriend after all.
Peter had brought you into one of the closets where the spare weights were located, quickly sitting you down on the floor and kneeling in front of you, two of his fingers at the jumping vein in your neck, tracking your pulse.
• Being a veteran who saw hell on the battlefield, Peter was no stranger to panic attacks and anxiety thanks to his PTSD from his time in the trenches as a medic. So when his partner experienced them he came in clutch.
Peter would look at you, lowering his voice as he said soft, sweet things to you.
"Slow your breathing, sweetheart. Can you do that for me? Count down from ten. Then, I want you to count from fifteen to twenty-five. That's it. That's it, honey."
When that didn't work, he would bring you in close, resting his forehead against yours.
"Want me to tell you a story?"
He knew you liked hearing about his time as a medic, about the places he'd been. And he knew that you knew it was therapeutic for him to do it. He knew that you liked helping him.
You would nod, and he would cup his hands around your ears to ease the sounds from the outside world, speaking in a voice only you could hear.
When your heart and breathing finally got down to a level he deemed safe, he would kiss your cheek and whisper, "Come on. Let's get you to medical. You can take a nap in one of the suites to help relax."
"Can you stay with me?"
"Of course. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you alone after this?"
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@ sungchan and or eunseok
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, he could give me a nuclear bomb inside and I would still ride it.
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Ok but if a mha live action happens Megan should 1000% play Miruko. Even if it's just a cameo. She deserves it c'mon
That will be the only highlight of whatever they cook up if that ever happens. A Miruko cameo played by Megan Thee Stallion!
#other than that... i don't want it#kiya answers#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#miruko#mirko#megan thee stallion#💜🐇🌙
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Teruvid getting boba tea but he steals a sip of her drink and she’s ready to kill him - 🌙
they r so annoyingly in love
#☆ apollo answers#artpollo#drdt#drdt fanart#danganronpa despair time#danganronpa: despair time#david chiem#teruko tawaki#teruvid#pretend i remembered davids hair shine im not redoing allat#indirect kisses anyone . looks around#🌙
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do you think Harper would let me ride him if i were good??
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Ah, but of course!!
Harper would be ecstatic. The fact that you even want to is great progress in your treatment! However, he's not just going to hand you what you want on a silver platter (as much as the erection straining against his pants begs otherwise).
He wants to hear you ask for it. Explicitly. Tell him what you want to do, how you'll do it. Tell him how you think it'll feel, having his cock in you, how you'll feel. If you haven't been as good as you say you are, he'll make sure to drag it on, just to see you get more and more desperate (you're so cute when you're like that). And he'll smile patiently at your blushing face, listening to you stammer out your request, acting as if he isn't equally as flushed.
But he's not cruel, he can't be, not when you're looking at him with those pleading eyes.
So, when he decides that you finally said all the right things? He's practically pulling you onto his lap, regardless if you were already ready to scramble onto it or not. And only a moment passes before his cock is resting at your entrance, lubed up with precum.
Praises leave his lips when you envelope him, and wandering hands hike up your clothing to rest at your hips as you begin to rock against each other. He lets you do most of the work, since you were so eager to ride him in the first place, and you still are. You bounce on his cock with vigor, your hole sucking him in greedily. (And in that moment, he feels so so proud. You've come so far in your treatment. He's done well, helping bring out the slut in you- The real you.)
Harper keeps his eyes focused on you the whole time, examining your expressions, your reactions. And, ah- The sight of your pretty little face, mouth parted to let out those pretty little noises of yours is art to his eyes and music to his ears. (He only wishes he had a video camera on him to capture it all. But he knows there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. You'll stay good, won't you?).
He can't help but pull you into a kiss in the middle of it; It's hard to not, especially when your perfect lips are right there for the taking. The kiss is wet, sloppy, and hungry. The kind where you only stop to gasp for air, only to go right back in. And the way you taste, the way you moan into his mouth... oh, it almost makes him cum immediately.
By the time both of you finish, you're sweating and out of breath. He helps you off, but doesn't clean you up. "Don't you want all of the other patients to know how good you've been?" He asks. "Don't you want to keep your prize?"
And you nod eagerly, because it's something to hold with pride. He smiles and sends you off.
#ask#✨🌙 anon#degrees of lewdity#dol#harper the doctor#dol harper#thirsty#pippywrites#sorry for the wait on this one mwah mwah. hoping to get around to answering your other asks soon
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