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darthgloris · 7 months

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2AM THOUGHTS #6: Anakin confesses to Y/N on accident

"Okay, what the fuck was that for?" Anakin demanded as he closed the door behind them.

"What do mean? I was protecting you!" She defended.

"And I was protecting you! You nearly died!" He yelled, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"I don't need you to protect me, Anakin! I'm not a child!" She snapped, crossing her arms. "It was for the sake of the mission, all right? If I have to die for the cause, then so be it."

Those words seemed to make something click inside him. The fact that she would even think that some mission was more meaningful than her own life made his blood boil. He sauntered over to her, a flash of anger in his eyes that had never been directed at her scared her a little, and she walked backwards until her back hit the wall. "Don't you dare say anything of the sort ever again."

The small tinge of fear in her eyes as he looked down at her made his face soften and guilt took over him. The last thing he ever wanted was to make her fear him, and he felt disappointed in himself for treating her like this. He'd die for her, they both knew that.

He shook his head and sighed, stepping away from her. "Look, you're not less valuable than the Order. And you're certainly not going to try and protect me again."

"I'm always going to try to save you. There's nothing you can do to stop me. If you didn't do so many reckless things, maybe I wouldn't have to!" She replied, hands on her hips as she looked at him sternly.

"Then I'm not going to stop trying to protect you!"

"Why?! You're a Jedi, you're a General now, there are so much more important things at stake than my life right now!"

"Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay?! But it happened and I can’t do shit about it!" He yelled and the words reverberated in the room as he froze. Y/N also paused, her breath shaking as the words sunk in.

"You… what?" She breathed out, shocked.

"I- I- uh... I didn't mean to say that..." he stuttered out, terrified of her reaction. If she left him, he wouldn't be able to live with himself, and Ahsoka... Maker, he couldn't even imagine how heartbroken she'd be.

"Is it not true?" She asked, her brain barely registering his words.

"No, no, it is, I just..." he sighed mid-sentence, burying his face in his hands to avoid looking at her. "I didn't want you to find out like this."

"Oh, stars..." she sighed, leaning on the table for stability. "How... when..?"

"Does it really matter?" He asked, tentatively stepping closer.

"I... wow. I mean, you..." she could barely put a sentence together. "Anakin Skywalker... with me?"

"Of course I am. You're amazing," he said, tipping her chin to make her meet his eyes. "You're smart as a whip, you're kind, you're caring, you're beautiful, and, Maker, you're so great with Ahsoka that she almost loves you more than me, heh. I mean, how can anyone not want you?"

"Oh, Anakin..." she said, her heart swelling at his words. "You're so sweet. No man has ever treated me as well as you do."

"Really..?" He asked. His brain failed to comprehend how anyone could ever treat her with anything but love and respect.

"Yes. You're just so thoughtful, you remember the little things about me, and Maker, you melted my heart when I bled through my robes and you gave me your cloak to cover it up. I mean, every other guy just got grossed out and walked away." She recalled, cupping his cheek and nuzzling her nose with his.

He sighed shakily as he felt her breath fanning over his face. He was dangerously close to her, and he knew that he didn't have enough self-control to resist kissing her. "Um... may I?"

"Please." She whispered. He gave her a soft, gentle kiss on the lips that encapsulated all the pent-up feelings he harboured for her. When they pulled away, he rested his forehead on hers, slowly opening his eyes to look at her with lovestruck eyes.

"Was that okay?" He asked, caressing her face.

"It was perfect, Ani." She said and pulled his lips back to hers. He squeaked adorably in surprise and helped her hop onto the table, sliding between her thighs as he wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer.

She couldn't get enough of him, and he certainly could never get enough of her.

Ahsoka was going to be thrilled.

#star wars #star wars x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars anakin #ahsoka tano x reader #ahsoka tano #tcw anakin #star wars the clone wars #tcw ahsoka

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kazutora-kurokawa · 27 days

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Masturfesting w/ Mikey

♡ NSFW, fem reader, masturbation + manifesting, delusion, established friendship, panty stealing, perv!Mikey, college au ♡

note: my beautiful moot @i-literally-cant-with-this gave me this little idea 🩷 I started at 2am and finished around 3, its 6:30 right now so yeah lol I need some rest

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You and Mikey had always been close growing up, and that didn't change one bit when you two got to college. Of course he was still out partying and fighting with his friends, those things, along with your presence, were the only things he kept consistent. But a lot of things changed, he started becoming more aware of himself, of his feelings towards you, and of his place in your life. He knew he wanted a relationship with you, but wasn't sure how to approach you. So he did what he thought was best and started doing some research.

He discovered a lot of romance coaches, wikiHow articles and unhelpful stuff like that, but then he struck what he thought was a gold mine. He discovered the spiritual side of love, specifically types of love potions and spells. He was never one to believe in magic but it couldn't hurt to try. The one that caught his eye? Masturfesting. It was so disgustingly delusional, it just had to work. And so, he started a routine. Everytime he was hard, he'd go on your social media pages, scroll through, and find a picture he could get off to. He'd start off slow, savoring the moment and imagining your pretty hands wrapped around his dick. He'd finish pretty quickly, staining his phone and the picture of you on the screen with gooey strings of cum.

This became a daily occurrence for him, but as of late he felt like it wasn't working. He needed to go further, to do something more…risky. So he walked to your dorm after class, under the false pretenses of having a study session. You two were in your room laying on a pile of pillows on the floor, flipping through textbooks, when suddenly you had to use the bathroom. You left the room, giving Mikey the chance to take his masturfesting to the next level. He rooted around in your dirty laundry, stealing a pair of your panties and pocketing them for himself. You came out of the bathroom and were none the wiser.

After the study session was over he went back to his dorm, rushing to the bathroom to make use of your panties. The soft material felt like heaven wrapped around him, and he couldn't help but imagine thrusting into your pretty pussy instead of his hand. The way they felt, the way they looked, the way they smelled, everything turned him on and made him even more determined to have you for himself. He fully believed that his disgusting actions would result in you unknowingly falling head over heels for him, and maybe it would…or maybe he's just delusional as all hell. Either way he's not gonna stop, not anytime soon, not until he's sure you'll want him as much as he wants you.

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#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #mikey smut #tokyo revengers fanfiction #delulu is the solulu #real talk this man is so fucking hot and delusional 😮‍💨#literally had no clue what masturfesting was before Sarah told me lol #imma just leave this here #gotta let it marinate in ya mind fr 🙌#I wish someone was this delusional for me honestly 💀

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midniiights-garden · 3 months

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A Little Mistake MobAU!Mizu x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your scary, intimidating mob boss wife attempts to cook for you. It... does not go well.

TWs!! Mentions of blood and gore, mentions of violence, swearing

DISCLAIMER!!: REMEMBER Y'ALL THIS IS PURELY WORKS OF FICTION. I DO NOT CONDONE THE ROMANTICISATION OF ANY KIND OF MOB OR GANG AND I AM DESCRIBING IT AS SUCH. IF ANYONE YOUNG IS READING THIS IS ALL FICTITIOUS!!

To most people Mizu was untouchable. A Goddess in her own right. After she murdered her late husband she moved on, driven by rage and bitterness, and ended up starting a rather small but lethal group of assassins. With her as the head, of course. And for a long time she remained bitter and cold, her heart worn out with one too many heartbreaks.

Until she met you.

You were kind yet strict, a diamond in the rough one could say. The only catch? You were a woman.

Mizu was hesitant to pursue you at first, not really sure if she was ready for another heartbreak. Or to confront the fact that she was undoubtly attracted to women. However, it turned out she didn't have to. You made the first move, presenting her a single white tulip, not a word leaving your lips.

And the rest was history.

Now you and her were happily married. Mizu was happier than she ever thought she could be. She could practice her swordsmanship in peace and she had a pretty, intellegent and kind wife to boot.

It's been 4 years now. Mizu, being the secretly loving wife she was, snuck out of your shared bed early to cook for you. Did she know how to cook? No. Not at all. But it couldn't be that bad, right?

Wrong.

On the morning of fourth year anniversary you wake to the sound of Mizu swearing, said wife no where to be found and the smell of charcoal coming from the kitchen. You stumble out of bed, searching for Mizu only to find her in the kitchen with the fire exstinguisher in hand, a pan full of... something... being the cause of the smell.

"...happy anniversary?" Mizu greets quietly, smiling sheepishly at you as she lowers the fire extinguisher.

You sigh. How could you ever get mad at that precious face? All you do is walk forward, wrapping your arms around her waist and kissing her softly.

"Tried to cook, huh darling?" You ask, raising your eyebrow.

Mizu blushes out of embarassment, looking away.

"I... I didn't think it'd be that hard... I just wanted to surprise you since you're always cooking for us," she murmurs, now deciding to hide her face in the crook of your neck.

You giggle, squeezing her softly before planting a kiss to her forehead.

"Awww, darling. Thank you very much for trying. Lets try together now, huh? So that you know what to do for next time."

You spend the rest of the morning cleaning up Mizu's mess (much to her absolute embarassment) and then cooking alongside her, showing her how to adjust the heat, how to know when something was done cooking and showing her how to crack an egg. Somehow she really struggled with cracking an egg.

Unfortunately around an hour after finishing breakfast Mizu recieved word that she was needed. She left begrudgingly, apologizing profusely as she left to deal with... whatever it was she dealt with. You knew the gist, but you really weren't interested in the nitty gritty of it.

She returns at 2AM, her previously crisp white shirt drenched in blood. She had several scratches on her body and she was obviously not in a great mood. Before you could say anything she had tossed herself on top of you, curling into your warmth and staining your clothing with blood. Not that you cared right now.

You decide not to speak, instead holding your precious wife close as you wipe the blood splatters off her face. You watched as her face finally relaxed, the scowl wearing off and replaced by a more serene, content expression.

"Tired?" You whisper.

"Yeah...." She replies. "...I'm sorry for not being here today, my love."

You shake your head, understanding the severity of her work.

"No, it's alright. You're here now, right? That's all that matters. You're here."

Mizu looks up at you, her eyes tired yet undoubtly so grateful for your entire exsistance.

"I love you... I love you so much," she whispers hoarsely.

"I love you too, Mizu. Happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary, love."

You spend the rest of the night cuddling and talking with your loving wife knowing you had your entire lives ahead of you. You knew whatever happened, she would be yours and you would be hers.

(A/N: Dedicated to the lovely @emiliabby!! Tysm for tagging me in that idea post <33)

#mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai #i love women #mizu #i love fictional characters #wlw #mizu come home the kids miss you #mizu x reader #i love the traumatized sword lady #x fem!reader #x reader #fem! reader

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strxbrymochi · 19 days

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melting an ice heart | lmk

08. id card

masterlist • previous • next

pairing: lee mark (nct) x fem!reader

genre & tropes: smau, mostly enemies to lovers but a little bit of fluff too don’t worry, sports au (hockey player x figure skater), grumpy x sunshine energy, chaotic friend energy

chapter warnings: swearing, a lil glimpse into what she dealt with as a child, but i don't think it's too deep, just mentions of abuse but indirectly

synopsis: he’s the life of every party, the team heartthrob and mvp while she’s the stone cold ice-princess who will stop at nothing to get things her way. but when an accident intertwines the two more than they had hoped, will his fire be enough to melt the ice facade she’s built up or will they continue to clash and end up in ruins?

updates: mwf 8:00pm gmt+8 // 11:00pm gmt+11

taglist: open!

words: ~1.2k

"fuck." you curse out loud as you hit your fist on the ice. you've been here for around 2 hours now, your training ended at 9pm and here you are again, at 2am, skating, in a supposedly closed rink.

you've been coming in after hours for about a couple years now, well since you started at suwon at least. your parents had said they paid off time for you to skate anytime you wanted, and so you did. at first it seemed as though they never wanted you to rest-- not that you were complaining, but over time you saw of it as your safe space. the rink was more a home to you than your actual house. it was your solace everytime something went wrong. it was where all your pent up anger and stress was released on to. your emotions displayed through the way your skates glide smoothly, but aggressively, in the ice. as you stand back up and skate around to shake it off and try your routine again, memories of your childhood flood your brain.

"again." your mother would shout at you from the bleachers.

back when you were younger and skated near home, your parents made it a point to watch you at every training. refusing to let you go home until they thought your run was spotless.

your mom is a skater too, so she understood what it was like. well, was a skater. she wouldn't really tell you the details other than the fact she says she pushes you to experience the things she never got to. as a good daughter, you followed through, no questions asked.

you stand up from the fall, and brush your hands off your leggings. it felt sticky, and something stung. you look down on your hands to see scratches and a bit of blood from your now 12th fall in the last hour and a half. you pull your jacket sleeve over to cover it up and silently wince in pain. you move back to position and make eye contact with your coach, standing next to your mom. she nods at you. "come on now, we haven't got all day have we?" your mom shouts, arms crossing.

you take a deep breath and try again, you gain speed and you leap. you spin once, twice, thrice, and extend your leg to land, and you do. only it was too late and you tip over to the edge and fall; hearing a small snap.

"for goodness sakes, i did not go through all that to raise a FAILURE." your mother shouts. "stop being dramatic and get up. again."

you look over to your knee which gave way in that landing. you stretch it to test how bad the pain was. wincing, you do your best to stand up.

"maybe we should stop for today..." your coach tells your mom cautiously.

"she'll stop when she gets it right." your mom snaps back. "do you hear me y/n? we aren't leaving here til you get that jump right."

and so with another deep breath, you try to forget the pain on your knee and try again. hoping, praying, that's the last time.

you get home after practice and your mother immediately sends you to your room with no dinner. your mom believes in meal times and anything after 9pm was a big no for the digestive system, makes you gain weight apparently. so here you are, sitting in your chair, trying to do your homework, on an empty stomach because you got home at 10:30pm. all because you couldn't get a jump right. you glance at your foot, red seeping through the bandages from the cuts from your skates. you sigh. this was going to be a long night.

the lights in the rink suddenly turn on. what the fuck? no one has ever come in the rink at this time of night except you. cleaners maybe? no, they would be asleep. no one knew of your parents arrangement and if anyone were to find out you'd be in serious trouble.

you hear footsteps. shit. you skate your way to the entrance and quickly put on your skate guards, grab your training bag and run out. you had no time to change your shoes. as you run out, you hide behind the building, breathing silently, making sure no one caught you. as you reach down your training bag you freeze. your id card. you close your eyes and curse silently. it must've fallen out as you were running. you couldn't go back in, not when you didn't know who was in there. you'd just have to hope they don't find it and you can get it tomorrow.

you quickly change your skates for shoes and run off into the night before anyone else catches you.

back in the rink, mark makes his way to the entrance. huh, why are there skate marks? he was certain they cleaned off the ice after the last practice. come to think about it, he did hear glides as he entered the rink. didn't sound like a hockey skate, maybe a figure skater? he'd probably ask his uncle tomorrow.

as mark laces up his boots and gets into the ice, he moves around. just in a circle, letting the wind hit his face and calm him down. he was on the ice for as long as he could remember. it was his mother who introduced it to him, and it was his distraction when she got sick. lucky for him his family owned a rink, so it seemed only right he'd pursue it. now that he moved to suwon, his uncle allowed him unlimited access, now he can skate whenever he needed to, if he wanted to clear his head or if he just needed a break. and that's what he was doing tonight. the move wasn't exactly easy, but he's been adjusting well. he has friends, he's well-liked, hockey's doing good, but it's different. well, maybe it's because his mom isn't here for any of it.

"mom? you there?" he calls out as he skates around. he probably sounds stupid but his mom always told him she would always be watching over him, every single time he touched the ice. "it's been a while, the move's been crazy, i haven't really been able to skate freely like this but thankfully samchun's been great about letting me do now, so hopefully i'll get to talk to you more. anyways, i had my first game the other day and we won." he says. "i got mvp, pretty neat. school's been good, classes aren't as hard and i have friends. i think you'd really like them." he continues to tell her how he's been going, letting the way the air hits him serve as a sign she's listening.

he finishes his run and skates over to the bleachers to change his shoes. as he walks to the exit he hears a crunch. looking down, he sees an id card. weird. he thinks, bending over to pick it up.

huh. he thinks, flipping it over. y/n l/n, he says to himself, the girl he bumped into at reverie. now he had some sort of leverage to find out more about her but wait, what was the ice princess doing in the rink this time of night? was it really you he almost caught? questions circled his mind. only one way to find out he thinks, holding your id card as he makes his way out.

💌; @leefullsun @defzcl @ncityzenz @keemburley @syzavxy @doejaejung @softieluvsyou @leep0ems @nae-vm @hizhu @haechanielove @chezziy @excalibur-gone-missing @bluedbliss @girlwholoveslpreppyattire @planetkiimchi @swimmingismywholelife @cloudmrk @clean-soap @prettyrenjunn @yyangj3lly @kittydollzz @seunghancore @aerivrs @thisisnotjacinta

#nct dream scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct dream social media au #nct dream fic #mark lee smau #mark lee enemies to lovers #melting an ice heart smau #stxbrymochi maih #nct fic #mark lee fic #mark lee hockey au #nct hockey au #nct sports au #mark x reader #mark lee x reader

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tenaciousduckpoetry · 10 months

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Sure, Next Time.

This is the fic that won the poll by a landslide. I will be writing the other one next just for fun! Actually, I might make a list of them and publish it so you guys know what's coming lmao

Warnings: mentions of blood, a limp, fights, dislocated finger 💀, hurt/comfort, swearing, Hobie and reader are tired af cause it's 2am, I also don't know how to write Hobie's accent so bear with my while I learn <33

It didn't necessarily surprise you when Hobie accidentally let it slip that he was Spider-Punk. You could recognize the sticker abused guitar and stressed leather jacket anywhere. What did surprise you was the amount of injuries he sustained and how easily he could hide them from you. If he had a limp his excuse was, "Tripped in my boots, luv." Any other injuries he used the excuse of having started a fight with some capitalist douchebag. And you believed it. It was only until he came back for you to patch him up after every battle that you began to truly let your anxiety feed into it.

Hobie had climbed through your window at 2am. The sun was no where to be seen and the moon was shrouded in clouds. You had become a light sleeper as of late, the rise in crime getting on your nerves and preventing that precious rest you craved.

You woke up at the sound of those familiar heavy boots against your tiled floor. Squinting, you recognized the familiar shadow of a certain spider-man, or at least the shadow of the spikes on his head. "Hobie?" You reached to turn on your bedside lamp. Tired eyes squinted as the warm light enveloped the room. Your voice was scratchy from having been woken up at an ungodly hour. Your hair was all over the place, strands in front of your eyes and sticking out in ways that you didn't know it could. You thought this was a dream with how Hobie had frozen like a deer in headlights at the end of your bed.

Hobie thought he could just slip in and out, weaving his way to your bathroom and taking a couple of bandages for his trip home. He was wrong, and now look at him. He had barely made it to your house in one place and there was no doubt that he was not making it back to his own. All his weight was on his left leg, he was using a web connected to your roof as leverage to keep him upright. You could see a dark stain seeping through his mask just above where you assumed his left eyebrow to be. You suspected there to be more than what you could see through his mask, but would have to wait until you finally got him to the bathroom sink to find out.

The corners of his lips turned up as he watched you struggle to untangle your legs from the bedsheets. "Need some help, luv?" A shit eating grin adorned his face but you couldn't see it. Even when he was injured he still managed to make your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

You rolled your eyes. "I'm just fine." You huffed, finally finding the floor against your feet and taking steady steps towards the injured man. You didn't see him using your roof as leverage and silently cursed yourself for taking so long. "You better not pull out my roof with that web. Otherwise you'll be the one dealing with my landlord." You huffed only half-joking. Humour seemed to be your coping mechanism. "Don't get all funny on me now, luv." He chuckled, sounding worn out and in pain. You helped him through your mediocre apartment, having draped his arm over your shoulders and letting him rest his weight against you as you walked (stumbled) to the bathroom.

With a slight huff through your nose and grunt that you wished was silent, Hobie was now sitting on your toilet, the lid shut. He was too tall when he sat on the sink (you found that out the first time he came over) and well, you didn't have much room up there to begin with. You crouched to the cupboard below your sink. In a Spider-Punk themed box (made by you to tease Hobie) was a consistent supply of bandages, disinfectant wipes, alcohol wipes, splints, etc. There was everything you could think of that someone would need when injured. You made this box not long after the first time Hobie came back with blood dripping from his forehead and you didn't have anything to help. That night was filled with gentle sorry's and small panics.

"Can you take the mask off, Hobes?" You mumbled, having pulled the box onto the sink. You turned to watch him, tired eyes noticing just how he flinched when he moved his arms to push the mask over his head and tossing it to the floor. His hands were trembling, one of his fingers looking to be the slightest bit out of place. The cut above his eyebrow was bleeding profusely and it looked as if part of his piercing had been pulled on.

"'s not as bad as it looks." His hands gently moved to rest on your hips, eyes glancing towards the worried look on your face before moving to the roof. "Not as bad as it looks? Baby, you've probably got a concussion.. No, you've definitely got a concussion." You mumbled, hands already digging into that spider-punk themed medicine box. You managed to pull out some baby wipes and a few alcohol wipes. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, heart thumping in your ears. Your hands came up to caress his face, taking a baby wipe to gently wipe the blood dripping down his face. There was a visible wince and a hiss of pain that came from the touch. Hobie's long fingers gripped the fabric of your pajamas.

"I'm sorry, Hobie.." you muttered, trying to be as gentle and careful as possible. Once the cut was cleaned and a bandage was placed over it, it was time to move to his finger. "I'm even more sorry about this. We're gonna need to put it back in place, okay?" You were kind of glad you took that health course in highschool now.

Hobie let out a groan, to tired to respond with words, but it was clear he was not looking forward to it. His hands released their grip on your hips and instead were placed in your palms. "Okay, we're gonna count to three and I'll put it back in. That good, baby?" You asked.

The suspense was killing Hobie, he was already in pain as it was. He's had dislocated digits before so he understood the importance of getting the limb back in it's socket as soon as possible, but that didn't mean he was going to enjoy it. He nodded. "Yeah, okay." He hummed in response. Except you didn't even count. You waited until he spoke up and quickly pushed the digit back into it's socket, earning a muffled (still loud) groan of undescribable pain. "I'm sorry! Fuck, I'm sorry. It's over now." You apologized, wrapping his swollen wrist in a compression bandage. The tears brimming in his eyes and the sick pop of his finger had you feeling queazy. You felt your stomach flip and not in the usual happy way it did when Hobie was around. However, you pushed the feeling aside, hands resting on his cheeks as you leaned in to press a small kiss just to the left of his bandage.

"Let's get you to bed.."

After finally fixing up his injuries the two of you had found yourselves laying in bed. Hobie was next to you, one arm drapes over your stomach, the other resting under his head. His lips brushed against your cheek.

"I worry about you.. About what you're doing." You spoke quietly, glancing back into his eyes for a moment. "I know it's for the greater good, but seeing you come home in the middle of the night half dead every day is- It's not nice." You rambled quietly before finally going silent.

He huffed through his nose, although it wasn't angry. "I know, luv. Gonna give you a heart attack one day.." he joked, pressing his lips to your temple. "I love you." The words came out quiet, barely leaving his lips before you turned to face him.

"I love you too, Hobes. But next time you get a dislocated finger just go to a doctor. I literally felt sick from that." You mentioned, earning a small nod and a deep chuckle.

"Sure.. next time." He mumbled in response, closing his eyes and wrapping his arm around you securely. There was no need to worry about the outside world as long as you were in his arms.

#hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman #hobie brown x reader #astv hobie #astv x reader #astv angst #hurt/comfort #light angst #dewdropwrites #astv headcannons #astv spidersona

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starker-raving-mads · 1 month

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For You: Part VIII

Rating: M for sexual situations

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After incorporating Tony into the penthouse and the rest of the tower, Peter found himself in a very familiar yet strange routine. He was spending all his time at the tower, now, having officially moved in. Being 18 and a billionaire - which still boggled his mind - made the transition easier. Reporters had finally found out where May lived and it wasn't until they had released a press statement via Friday that he had moved to the tower that they started leaving her alone.

The whole thing was surreal.

But he spent his days with Tony, May came over for dinner a few nights a week and updated him on FEAST and the rest of her goings on, he had lunches out with friends in hole-in-the-wall places (the only ones the press couldn't spot him at, they realized, after photos of Peter at a Panera ended up online), he went on patrol, and his classes started.

So while it was strange, it was also exactly the same as before. May, his friends, classes, and time spent with Tony. It was just a little different now, and Peter wasn't mad at the change in pace. Especially all the extra time with Tony. Because if it was just them in the tower, Tony was always out and chatting with Peter, going over ideas, talking about plans, just…hanging out. It was kind of amazing. And while Peter missed the physical things - like Tony moving him with wide, warm hands on his hips, leaning over his shoulder to look at his projects, putting a firm hand on his arm telling him he was proud - having the older man back like this was more precious to him than he could possibly say.

It was just like that, though, that the familiarity turned to something a little…more.

It was the end of the night after a long day of tinkering with Tony in the lab, handling SI business through Friday, chatting with May, and wrapping up his first week of college courses online. Peter was more than a little exhausted to say the least. It was a good day, really; he and Tony had found a nice little mystery of a bug in one of the projects that the older man had left over as a working component for a new mobile phone, a competitor (and upgrade) to the iPhone.

They'd pondered over it all day, then through out each meal, and even between Peter's classes. Eventually they'd let it drop because Friday had reminded Peter that it was 2AM and he had to be at a FEAST event for May at 10AM the next morning. If he was going to get rest, it had to be now.

But as he wound down in his (Tony's) room, his mind wouldn't shut off despite his physical exhaustion. It had been a busy day and he hadn't given himself any time to just stop thinking for a minute and let all the details percolate.

Sighing to himself, stretched out on the bed, he closed his eyes, arms crooked one on his chest and the other on his stomach. He let his mind wander, float in the liminal space where thoughts came and went without trying to focus them on one topic or another. Yet, inevitably, they always came back to Tony.

Tony's smirk when he was feeling playful, his eyes when they were happy, the way his hands moved in the air free and careless. Peter groaned thinking about those hands. They were so strong and capable, nimble and dexterous - god, the amount of dreams he'd had about those hands -

Suddenly, Peter was aware of the firmness in his pajama pants, his cock half hard from the images in his head. He thought about ignoring it - how weird it would be, when Tony was ostensibly right downstairs in the lab, doing whatever he did when Peter wasn't there - but decided that if this is what his body needed to fall asleep, he'd give into it.

After all, it had been five years since the last time he jerked off thinking about his mentor. He had plenty of time to make up for.

So he slipped the hand from his stomach, down under the waistband of his shorts and gripped his cock in his hand, fondling himself as he thought more about Tony. His face after Peter made him laugh, the crow's feet around his eyes, the sincerity in his voice when he was talking about how much Peter meant to him. The predatory way he glared when arguing, how dark his eyes got, how fierce his voice became -

Peter was fully hard then, cock leaking precum in his palm. He pushed his pants down freeing his cock fully, the softness of the comforter against his hard flesh making him moan. He arched his back making the fabric drag against the head and he gripped himself hard, then, hand starting to move in the up-down motion, fingers pressing against the vein on the underside, palm twisting when he reached the head.

He spread his legs, bringing his heels to his ass and ground down into the bed, his favorite fantasy playing out behind his eyes. Tony, between his legs, hard cock riding the ridge of his ass, saying filthy things to him, teasing him, mocking him. You want my cock so badly don't you, baby? Need it in your slutty little hole? And Peter begged in his mind, yes, yes, yes.

He spread his legs further, grateful for his flexibility, imagining Tony's large, capable hands dragging them apart, callouses tickling the soft skin of his thighs. He flexed his hips, thrusting into his hand, pretending he could feel a stiff cock just glancing his sensitive hole. Come on, Tony would tease, work for it, baby, show daddy how desperate you are for his cock. You can do better than that can't you?

Peter whined, back arching, and he was so close - so, so close already, just these few moments thinking about Tony, thinking about -

"Hng," he groaned, low and needy. "Fuck, fuck, need it, daddy - "

"Peter! I - "

The teen's eyes flew open shock and adrenaline pushing him right over the precipice he'd been teetering on, his orgasm painful and powerful as he locked eyes with ones the glowed, blue and wide. Hot ropes of cum hit his chest, the blanket having been pulled off while he was moving so frantically, one calf still draped in gray-blue fabric but not enough to hide the evidence of his exploits.

He'd never come down from an orgasm so fast.

"Mr. Stark! Uh, Tony - I, fuck," he said, scrambling to sit up, dragging the cover over himself. His hands were fumbling, adrenaline and nerves getting to him as he pulled the entire blanket into a big pile over himself, like a mound of sand burying his body at the beach. Like layers could hide his sin.

Tony said nothing, standing there, staring at him, frozen. His mouth was slack, hands still, mid-gesture. His eyes tracked Peter's erratic movements until after several long moments Peter stilled and, slowly, very slowly, Tony went to a tense position. Mouth closed, hands fiddly at his sides, eyes darting from Peter's head, down to the blanket covering his body, and back again.

Peter decided to pretend like nothing happened.

"Um," he cleared his throat. "Did you - did you need something?" His voice nearly cracked at the end, the pitch sharper than it had been in years from nerves. He could feel the blush furious under his skin, warming his cheeks and the back of his neck and the tips of his ears. They locked eyes for a second and it seemed to bring Tony back online, eyes going impossibly wide before he blinked out of existence.

"Fuck."

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker #tony stark #peter x tony #iron man #spiderman #for you fic

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lazybutsmexy · 1 year

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A bedtime story

Ghost / GN!reader

Warnings: none! No romance involved.

Word count: idk I forgot to count, not very long though

Also I'm posting this at 2am so I'll check for mistakes some other time lol

A/N: just a silly idea I shared with @ragingbookdragon and I decided to write it more properly and share it with you, too :)

Inspired by this tiktok

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Exfil had been confirmed for a couple hours into the future, and after some convincing from your part, Ghost laid down on a mat next to your sitting figure to get some sleep.

You couldn't help but watch him curiously out of the corner of your eye - it was sort of an open secret that he didn't get much sleep any day, and probably hasn't had REM sleep for a while. It seemed that the littlest things would rouse him from slumber, although most of the time it was the things inside his own brain that woke him up before he even had the chance to snore.

You stilled yourself as he shifted to a more or less comfortable position, with his elbows bent by the sides of his torso and his hands resting on his abdomen. There was an unwritten rule among his subordinates that stated that no one was allowed to make the slightest noise while he slept unless it was a life or death situation.

(It's not like you were all scared of waking him up, it's just that you all felt slightly bad for how little sleep he got in general.)

You checked your breathing until it was barely noticeable even to yourself, and your hold on your weapon was firm. Even the shift of your eyes between the exterior of the dingy little refuge you were waiting in for exfil and the dozing lieutenant next to you was calculated.

You were mentally preparing yourself to spend the next two hours as still and silent as a statue to not disturb Ghost, but a little sound coming from behind you changed your plans.

A soft snore coming from the man nearly gave you whiplash for how fast you turned your head to look at him. You could barely believe your ears, but your eyes weren't deceiving you. His eyes were fully shut, relaxed, and his chest moved up and down in synch with the snores.

Ghost? Snoring?

It should be impossible for him to fall into such deep sleep so quickly, it was inconceivable! It went against everything you knew about him and his sleeping patterns - or lack thereof.

Your mind ran through multiple scenarios searching for any possible reason for his sudden demise against Sandman. Was he concussed? Perhaps got a drug into his system? Or perhaps got exposed to some chemical agent? Should you radio Price and ask him to get a medical team in the exfil?

A soft murmur was caught by your ears, and you looked around for its origin. You studied the exterior of the refuge, but quickly realized the murmur was coming from behind you.

Slowly, you turned around and eyed the LT's headpiece. Was he listening to a podcast of some sort? Some people would listen to podcasts or nature sounds to go to sleep, surely Ghost probably found that to be helpful as well.

Curiosity killed the cat, you reminded yourself as you carefully slid your body closer to his head. Ghost in himself was a life threat, but a startled-awake Ghost was a death sentence, and with that in mind you thought your final good-byes to your family and friends as you leaned down closer to him, holding your breath as the shell of your ear was almost brushing the headpiece.

Your eyes were trained on his face the entire time, dreading the moment his eyes would inevitably snap open if you made the slightest wrong move.

And yet you nearly flinched when, after a brief pause in the talking, the voice began speaking again.

Sergeant Mactavish's voice.

It sounded low, soothing, almost purring as he told some story you couldn't quite make out. And Ghost's face has never looked so soft and relaxed as he slept.

Your shoulder began straining at the uncomfortable angle at which it was bent, and you carefully regained your sitting position. Another snore seemed to mark the end of a sentence, and you sat facing the exterior again, your mind reeling with the implications of your discovery, and you briefly wondered if Ghost would ever let you listen to it.

After some time, you decided to check the time on your wrist watch, just in time for the radio to crackle to life.

"Bird 1-0 to Bravo, how copy?"

A gloved hand beat yours to reaching for the radio, and you watched it move to Ghost's face.

"Here Bravo 1-0, solid. How long until exfil?"

"15 minutes, get ready to go home."

"Copy that."

You watched him speaking to the pilot, and you knew he knew you were watching him, but the moment he set his eyes on you, yours were trained back outside like the textbook image of an obedient, disciplined soldier.

The treeline had never seemed so appealing to look at than in that moment, yet you couldn't shake the weight of his stare off your back. You were determined to not crumble under his burning gaze, but you could barely suppress the shiver that ran down your spine when he grumbled from behind you.

"...if Sgt. Mactavish finds out that his stupid recording actually helps me sleep, I'll know it was you who chirped."

You had to force your diaphragm to suck in a deep breath before you turned to face his piercing stare and answered, hoping your voice didn't sound too shaky. "I'll take it to my grave, sir."

"Good, now get ready for exfil."

"Yes, sir."

"And no, I won't let you listen to it."

How the fuck did he know??

#ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #platonic #john soap mactavish #that one neil ellis tiktok #cod mw2 #cod mwii

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wanderingmindthoughts · 3 months

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a thing I am able to see more clearly the further from highschool I get is that grades, in the mandatory school system, exist purely for control.

when I was still in highschool, I thought that certainly, my parents would treat me much worse if I failed classes. after all, if getting less that 8 points out of the total 10 meant that I got yelled at and made to repeat problems for hours, it would have been that much worse if I had failed the class, right?

I think the same thing happens to kids who fail, who probably get told over and over that all of their problems are logical consequences of failing school, and would all go away it they just passed. so they actually believe that there is something that would free them from poor treatment, even if it's something they are unable to achieve. just how I believed that I was actually avoiding being treated worse by not failing.

but really, how differently was I being treated, compared to a kid that failed classes? I was already not allowed out of my room in the afternoons. I wasn't allowed to sleep in on weekends, because I had "better" things to do. I got nothing for getting good grades, often not even a "good job". I couldn't be seen doing hobbies or reading for fun without my mother popping in and chiding me for wasting my time. I was regularly punished and made to study until 2AM for not working hard enough during the afternoon.

yes, school and adults will use your bad grades to treat you poorly, and that sucks and I'm so sorry this is happening to you. but there's absolutely no guarantee that getting good grades will make them treat you better. good grades are not a magic pact that forces teachers to be nice to you, or help you. in the end, kids have no power to make adults stop treating them poorly, and grades is often just the excuse that pins the responsibility of their behaviour on you.

I am saying this not to be a downer, but to point out how similar both situations are. the good grades student is treated just as poorly as the bad grades one. you're both subject to the whims of the same school system, and get the same allowances from it: zero. you're given extra work because failing means you don't deserve to rest, and they get extra work because they've finished the initial alloment too fast and it's disorderly for one student to rest while everyone else works. you're both equally trapped in the same system.

#anti school #youth liberation

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synthleeius · 7 months

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Tickletober day 1 - anticipation

hi omg. i absolutely hate this but i wanna try and to tickletober this year since ive never done it before and it feels weird if i dont do the 1st one so ☹️☹️ and just know its 2am and im tired but i wanted to get this done so if its shit literally jusy dont read it

pairing; lee!reader x ler!venti

Venti huffed, letting his hands rest on his hips. He had been looking for his hat everywhere, but to no avail. And he swore he left it riigghhtt on his lamp before he went to bed last night! How strage..

“Windblume!” He called out from his doorway, before beginning to make his way to your room in the teapot you two shared. “Have you seen my–”

He couldn't help but smile when he saw the same hat he turned his room upside down for, sitting lopsided on your head. He moved to stand in front of your sitting figure, then spoke; “My hat, love?”

“Huh?– oh! Yeah, I borrowed it.” You replied, looking up at your beloved with a casual expression. You didn't think he would really mind when you did take it.. but in your defence, he was asleep! And you were going to return it.. eventually.

“..Oh come on, here.” You rolled your eyes lovingly when you saw the stern look on his face, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down on you. “Better?” You asked after had taken the hat off of your own head and placed it onto his, just the way he liked it.

“Almost,” He said with an innocent looking smirk, (well.. innocent enough.) taking the book you were previously reading and placing it to the side. “Just one more thing you can do. Yknow, to make it up to me!”

“And that is..?” You asked, your attention fully on the bard in front of you now. “Stay still, is all. Surely you can manage that, my beloved~” He said in a dragged out tone, moving to push you down onto your bed, a singular hand of his holding both of yours above your head.

“..Venti? What are yo– no.”

“And that's what I would've said if you had asked to try my hat on!” He huffed, lowering his free hand to the side of your torso.

You jerked your body away, a soft squeak leaving your lips. “hah– I didn't think yohou’d mind! I swear!” In all honesty, you knew if you had asked he would've said yes anyways.. What a dramatic little bard you had.

“Oh, now you're laughing at me are you?” The bard in question spoke in a ‘stern’ tone, “Now I really have to get you~” His signature giggle filled the air, looking up at your flushed face to make sure your eyes weren't on him, but his fingers instead.

He let his fingertips rise near your ribs, resulting in another jerk away and a gasp on your side. “Come on, this is ridiculous. I didnt even do ahanyth– can you stop doing that already?!”

You huffed the words out when his nails wiggled towards your stomach, slowly dropping down until they were inches away from the skin. Only then would he pull back, returning to his previous position above. “What? Does it tickle, windblume~?” He questioned with a genuine tone, but that shit-eating smirk on his face told you he knew what he was doing.

“No, I'm just laughing because I feel like it. Yes, it fucking- ohokay ohokay! I'm sorry! God, somebody's sensitive..” You began to return the sarcasm, before he simply tilted his head and moved his hand to rest on your inner bicep. “Uhuh, that's what I thought, my love. Now.. where was I?”

You slightly regret the words you spoke that made him switch to a different spot, because this was arguably worse. He was repeating the same spidering motion, directly above your underarms. Your senses set off, causing you to lean back into the bed and attempt to tug your arms down to cover the sensitive area.

“Bad spot?” He asked, “By how much your giggling, I think it iiiss~”

You simply whined in response, rolling your eyes away from his hand and turning your head to the side to try and get rid of the tingling sensation. Though, it didn't help much. His hand being blocked from your view did not block out the slight graze every few seconds, maybe even made the feeling worse. “You're the worst.”

“Yknow what else is the worst?” He said in a sigh, tilting his head away from you in a fake thinking look. As he did, his hand suddenly squeezed onto your sides, causing electricity to shoot into your nerves. “Waking up and looking for your hat, only to find out a special somebody took it after spending 10 minutes trying to find it!”

“Ohohonly 10 mihinutes? Yohour just inpatient!” You giggled out, his movements causing your body to reflectivity twist away from him. “Yeah, and I'm not the one pinned down right now. Maybe you should learn to watch your tone, my love~”

“Maybe yohou shou- fuhuhuck, ohokay! Ihi give, juhust stohop!” You couldn't help but give up when he began to scribble his fingers along your stomach, causing him to laugh at your quick efforts to escape the feeling.

“Mm.. fine, fine~ Just one last thing though..” He let his grip off of your wrists, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek as he did. “If you’ll allow me, of course.”

You slowly quickly moved your arms to the sides before he got anymore ideas, letting out soft breathy giggles and turning to look at him again. "Hah.. your already here, aren't you? ..Fine, make it quick."

He didnt respond in words, but rather by hiking your shirt up to your upper waist and sliding his hands down to your hips. While pressing his thumbs gently into the skin as small circle, he leant down to press a soft kiss to the middle of your stomach.

“Ah.. yohour so sappy, Venti.” You responded with a soft gasp and giggle, not being able to help the small shuffles your body involuntarily did after. “I know I am.. But you looovee it~”

He spoke his words into the skin of your torso, only making it all the more worse for you. He let out a soft giggle, before looking up at you. “Okay, okay.. Actual last thing. You ready, windblume~?”

You couldn't suppress the giddly smile that formed on your lips, nodding before letting your head fall back onto the blanket. “Yeheah..”

You listened to him take in a deep breath, before pushing his lips into your stomach and blowing a raspberry directly in the middle.

"AHahah- aharcons, yohour hohorrible!" You whined out, shoving his hands off of your hips and turning onto your side.

"Mm, the archons have heard your complaints love.." He said in a played on uninterested tone, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Now, I trust you'll be getting ready? After all, were going out to Mondstadt.."

"..Ugh, yeah.." You groaned, moving to return the kiss on his cheek. "I will.."

#tickletober2023 #lee!reader #lee reader #ler!venti #ler venti #genshin impact tickles #genshin impact tickle #genshin tickles #genshin tickle #tickle fic #augtickletober2023 #syns stuff

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thebroccolination · 3 months

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Working in an indie bookshop has been a dream. Granted, it's only my first month, but man. :')

By nature of the shop, every shift is different. Tourists, regulars. Some are chatty, some are quiet. New books are always arriving. Events, book club. Seeing what people want to order, getting requests for recommendations.

The customers have all been absolutely lovely and deeply patient with me whenever I have an "I'm new, sorry, one second," moment.

And like, today, a girl came in for a book she had on reserve. I started to ring her up and she said, "Oh, sorry, I paid already," and I had a frozen moment because I realized I had no idea how to check on that in the software. So I made a judgment call based on Vibes and said, "You're good, then!" and handed her the book. She said, "Are you sure?" and showed me her bank app opening on her phone, but I smiled and waved her off. After she left, I rang up another customer, waved goodbye, glanced at the other customers browsing, and then she reappeared and told me, "I'm sorry, it'll stay with me all day if I don't–" and she showed me the transaction on her banking app. We both smiled, and as she headed off again (making sure to close the old door correctly behind her), I watched her go and thought, That's a lovely human being, and I hope she loves her book. (Percy Jackson.)

A pregnant woman came in looking for gifts for the children of a friend she was on her way to see, and she was so bubbly and excited about her own baby, she left me smiling for a good ten minutes after she left.

A man bought four books and his card didn't go through, but I was so busy chatting and laughing I almost missed it. I had to re-scan his books and redo the whole transaction, and he was so understanding and patient, we exchanged two more stories after his receipt came through, and both of us were laughing by the end.

A family of four came in, and one of the girls asked for a horror comic. I couldn't find one, so her father helped her pick something else. After they left, I ordered two middle-grade horror comic books so they'll be there for her next time.

Like, I actually rest on my days off now because I'm not dreading going back. I can't overstate how wild that feels. I have the next two days off, but I'm genuinely looking forward to being back there! When I worked Monday-Friday in an office, I did not have that experience. I got into the bedtime procrastination thing of staying up until 2am on my phone because after the commute to the office, work, and the commute home, I had so little time to myself. I was drained and anxious.

I don't take anything home now. No stress, no reports, no projects. I come home, I get head-bunts from my fuzzy roommates, and I unwind.

Small Talk About Books and Sometimes Also People's Small Dogs: The Job really has been a dream. Today I talked to thirty-six people about books, and in between customers, I read "Welcome to the Hyunam-Dong Bookshop" by Hwang Bo-reum while snacking on rice krispie squares I made and listening to a soft piano Ghibli playlist I put on.

The only downside is the pay, but c'est la retail work.

In conclusion, indie bookshops are very yay, and I'm incredibly grateful to have a job in one. <3

#books #booksbooksbooks

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kedreeva · 1 year

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yeeeee! We just got in from the vet, and Indie checked out in almost perfect health; the only comment he got was that he's a bit thin, and I already knew that. His owners had him on an 18% protein chow, when they should be on closer to 25-30% depending on other intake (and it's not their fault, they're in a location where finding anything higher is a massive hassle and they're still working on it). He'll be on a 28% here with the rest of my crew, so he should put on weight over winter in time for breeding season.

He did great at the vet, too, and on the car ride. I didn't want to pack up the whole giant crate again, so I put him in the front seat like some of my own birds, and he slept most of the drive both ways, since it was warm. He did, about 2/3 the way through the ride back, decide he wanted into the back seat, and when I put my arm up to stop him I got a very offended few clucks and then he tried to just army crawl under my arm like I couldn't see him. He gave up and stood as close to the armrest as he could get without stepping on it and looked at me like :( the rest of the way.

We stopped for Wendy's on the way home and the window lady lost it when she saw him, she started yelling to all her coworkers and very loudly went "WHAT DO WE DO ABOUT THIS WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT THIS?? WHAT DO WE HAVE?? SOMEONE GET HIM A NUGGET OR SOMETHING!!" I assume because they give treats to dogs at the window or something. He probably would have eaten a nugget but it's too high in sodium and also I didn't want this lady waking up in a cold sweat tonight at 2am realizing she fed a bird (chicken) to a bird (peacock). "I thought he was a rug," she admitted. The guy towering behind her, built like a 6'5" brick shithouse, was just staring out the window at Indie like he'd just seen the time knife.

I opened the bag in the parking lot and as soon as Indie saw the wrapped burger he perked up and went Oh, that is a food and it is for me. It was not for him, but I did give him a piece of the bun, which he immediately dropped between the seat and the armrest and made pathetic noises at until I got it out and gave it back to him. This bird is a weenie and I love him.

#indie #my pets #peafowl #peacocks

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themoonitselff · 8 months

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National Anthem | Miguel O'hara X Male! Reader

I always think about Lana's monologue and I thought it would be cute to make an scenario with Miguel O'hara about this. ANYWAY I WROTE THIS AT 2AM AND IT HAS BAD SPELLING AND BAD THINGS YKYKY

Summary: Reader is a singer (LIKE, LANA DEL REY BUT MASC) who's dating Miguel. But they don't talk too much because of their works... Lucky him, because he went to his concert tonight.

Warnings: I think none.. There's mentions of sex.

Your voice was angelical, you were angelical, an angel sent from above just to bring the humans what heaven sounds like, you had the beauty of a Sapphire, the body of a Greek God, the voice of a mermaid, all in one, it was like you were born to create masterpieces, and it showed itself on your career, until you reached the fame and met Miguel, your current boyfriend, it's been three years since you know him, and still feeling butterflies for him, unfortunately, he was a busy man, you didn't know too much about his life, but the fact that he was just like the fire in person, flamboyant, hothead and with a passion for expressing himself without knowing the damage he could cause. Of course, he wasn't here, and despite it makes your heart crack in million pieces, you still love him, and trust him no matter what.

You grabbed the microphone and started singing what you writed for your lover a while ago, thinking about Miguel, his sharp eyes, his big hands touching your waist, his pointy teeth marking your skin, his raspy voice with a cocky tone, everything you did was for him.. Your voice come across the crowd, your feelings flushing against your soul, the air blowing in front of you, your eyes were looking in the people for his face, hoping he would be there somewhere, but there would be no signal, although his big presence.

“Tell me I'm your National Anthem..” You whispered, while letting the people sing for you as you hum for them.

The minutes passed and you saw a prominent figure above the campus, you couldn't recognize it because it was so far away, so you didn't mind. And as the staff was giving the best of themselves in the instrumental, you were about to finish the start of a new era with a monologue, something you wrote just for him.

“And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me.. We both knew it right away, and as the years went on things got more difficult.”

You remembered when you first saw him, in a coffee shop, at morning, a single touch that changed everything, your eyes met him, as he smiled, confident. You and Miguel were like Earth and Water, Capricorn and Cancer, complementing each other, fulfilling each other, knowing what the other wants, besides all the fights you two got because of your different lives, you loved him with all your life, not just sexually, but romantically.

“I begged him to stay, try to remember what we had at the beginning, he was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it, when he walked in every woman's head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him, he was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself, I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him”

Miguel was charming, and everybody knew him, he was the kind of man that everyone would like to have, he had the body, the personality, the vibe, he was everything, and the fact that he just looked down at you made you crazy, made you desire him more, and despite he was this mysterious man, with his mysterious secrets, you still fell for him.. Sometimes, you thought he was just busy and he deserved to have a rest far away from everyone, sometimes you thought that it would be better if he just escaped with you and show him all of the amazing things you could do to him, and sometimes you thought you were just an overthinker.. Because you knew that it would be hard to stay with a man like him.. Because a cold man with a logical brain, that stays stuck in the reality with his hands, will never make happy a prince like You that lives on the clouds and dreams with happy endings.

“And in that way I.. Understood him, and I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.”

You repeat multiple times, sobbing and wishing he could listen to your feelings, to your inner poet that just wanted to be listened, but couldn't because his mind was paying attention to other things, things that were more important than you.

You gave up on the idea of him seeing you right now, your hopes were crushed like a million stars, sparkling and dancing, and finished with the last sentence.

“And I still love him, I love him.”

You left the scenario with tears running down your cheeks and your nose all red because of the suffering, not knowing that the big figure that was standing in top of the state from above the campus was him, but dressed as someone else.. Dressed as the hero who always took care of you when you were walking on the noght streets alone, who looked after you in every single presentation, who wanted to tell you that your concept was amazing, who wanted to tell you that you were amazing.

#miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara x reader #lana del rey #miguel atsv #spiderman atsv #atsv #hq

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nomniki · 1 year

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special friend ━━ choi yeonjun ⟡ the vigilant yaksha pays a visit to his favourite traveller

genre﹒fluff word count﹒1.5k warnings﹒none!

an﹒another genshin au oneshot bc ive been playing it a lot recently and then i had this idea and i was possessed it’s litetally 2am and i Think i’ve proofread but .. yk (rbs r appreciated :(( tell me what u think)

"Traveler!"

You blinked blearily, reaching up to lazily rub away the sleep from your eyes.

"Huh?"

"Traveler! Traveler!"

Your eyes focused after a moment of aggressive rubbing, and backlit by the fiery orange of the village, was the silhouette of pigtails and cute, slightly pointy ears. You recognised her as one of the particularly adventurous children from Vimara Village, Soraya. You propped yourself up on your elbows, wiggling your legs to dispel some of the numbness and summoned up a soft, sleepy sort of smile for her.

"Hey, Soraya, whatcha doin' out here?"

Instead of an answer, you were met with another question, "Traveler, why are you sleeping on the ground? My mommy said that's bad for you."

"Ah," you chuckled dryly, "I wasn't sleeping, just resting my eyes, that's all."

A petulant huff told you she didn't quite believe you, but clearly she had other priorities and you could make out the gummy grin spreading wide on her face.

"Will you tell me another story?"

You should've guessed.

You were hardly preoccupied; you’d been moping, alone, staring up at the stars until your eyes hurt, and then after a little while you'd fallen victim to the spell of a fuzzy, dreamless sleep that hadn't lasted long before Soraya's unexpected arrival. None of that was particularly worthwhile, so you nodded, stretched your hands high above your head, and yawned.

No harm in a little storytelling, you supposed.

She was already bouncing on the balls of her feet and with a cursory glance over her skinny shoulders at the village, still teeming with light, you gave her a proper nod of agreement.

"Just one, it's getting late y'know."

Your warning did nothing to dispel her visible excitement, and selfishly, you were a little glad you had someone to talk to, even if it was a child. Her eyes twinkled, her smile flashing you with missing teeth and it made your chest ache with a deep sense of nostalgia. She was so sincere it almost hurt, it stoked the warm embers in your chest that had been steadily cooling down since your travels had waned into an endeavour that was feeling dangerously futile. You shook it off, and brushed off her questioning head tilt with a smile.

"Yeah, what do you want to hear about?"

"I wanna hear about Liyue again!"

Soraya nodded in agreement with herself, and you hummed, stroking your chin as if you were really deep in thought. Maybe it was another bout of nostalgia, often saved for the confines of whatever home you took up during your travels, but a familiar face came to mind and selfishly, you wanted to tell somebody about him.

"Well, there's a special somebody I met in Liyue," she was already giggling, high pitched and delighted, "the coolest guy around. He can appear and disappear in a cloud of smoke, and fights all the baddies so he can protect the people of Liyue Harbour. Cool, right?"

Soraya's hands were clenched on top of her thighs in excitement, her mouth hanging open in awe even when you'd said so little.

"Who was he? Was he, maybe, your best friend?"

Soraya asked, almost in a whisper, and it was said with so much seriousness you couldn't even laugh. After a slight pause, you said, "I guess you could say that. He's somebody very special to me, Soraya."

She giggled again, and you joined her, letting her curl into your side and shake with infectious laughter.

"What's his name?"

"His name is Yeonjun, the Vigilant Yaksha."

Your statement was punctuated by an exclamation of the utmost amazement, and you smiled warmly. Although you hadn't been talking for long, the sky had darkened considerably, and you were cautious about sending her home in the dark.

"I'll tell you more about him some other time, yeah? It's getting late, you should get home, Soraya."

She whined in complaint but you'd had the same conversation with her countless times while staying in the village, so other than some grumbling, she got up mostly without complaint. You twirled her tufty pigtails with your free hand, and helped her brush stray leaves and blades of grass from her plum coloured dress. Ending your conversation so soon had nothing to do with the tears glittering in the corners of your eyes, clear as quartz and harbouring a pain you were ashamed to feel as deeply as you did. No correlation whatsoever.

"You promise you'll tell me more about your special friend tomorrow?"

You held out your pinky, and she bounded back towards you to interlock your fingers, "I promise."

She nodded, content.

"Goodbye, Traveler. Sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite!"

Her laughter carried behind her on the late evening breeze, and you watched her as she skipped back towards the village. Your feet itched to follow her, but you knew she'd be safe and watch as the melted into the blur of greens and oranges at the hem of the village. Tears had been gathering in your waterline, sitting uncomfortably where you stubbornly refused to blink and let them fall.

You blotted at them with the back of your sleeve, careful not to irritate your eyes lest you received another lecture about how you were free to share your troubles with whatever sap had noticed. You huffed, bending down the gather your few small belongings from the grass and find somewhere to stay for the night. Indoors.

"Your special friend, huh?"

Your eyes widened, and the surprise nearly floored you, the concept of balance lost to you as your head whipped around in search of that voice.

No way.

Streaks of teal glittered in his hair, otherwise inky black and falling so prettily around his face in a way you knew, enviously, was effortless. His eyes, the ones others knew to be sharp and cold, were rounded with a softness you hoped selfishly you’d be the only one they were ever directed at.

You couldn’t even appreciate the sight of him before you were stumbling forward on unsteady legs, right into his waiting arms. When his arms closed around you, you melted into their promised embrace. His smell, the evening warmth that practically clung to his skin, you burrowed closer like he was going to vanish into thin air. You knew he could. You also knew he wouldn’t.

“You called.”

“You came,” you breathed out.

Yeonjun pried you away with an uncharacteristically gentle touch, and childishly you resisted, but a low chuckle weakened your resolve. He wiped your tears, thumbs lingering on your cheek bones and surveying your face, making up for all the time that had passed where he couldn’t hold you like he’d wanted so desperately to do.

“You don’t need to talk, just let me look at you,” he said quietly.

“There’s so much I want to say to you.”

“I know, and you can, I’m here.”

You melted back into his arms, and although you had never really known one, it felt like home.

“I told you I’d always come, didn’t I? Whenever you called me,” he paused, and continued in a whisper, “why didn’t you?”

You declined to answer, resting your cheek against his shoulder and soaking in the comfort he exuded. Amidst the static in your head, you were left wondering how one person was able to make your head spin to such a dizzying effect it put hard liquor to shame. It was concerning how easy it was to let your eyes flutter closed and melt into the sensation of him.

You don’t know how long you stood there, knees buzzing with pins and needles and arms looped around him so tightly you were sure your joints would lock in place. He hummed, and it reverberated through your chest in a way that brought you immeasurable relief.

Yeonjun pulled back again, hands gripping your shoulders tightly and staring straight into your eyes. Unbeknownst to you, those beautiful, mesmerising eyes had held him captive for god knows how many months.

“You’re so clingy, hm? Missed me?”

You huffed, “‘m not answering that.”

“I know you did, just wanted to hear you say it, that’s all.”

You leaned in to bump your noses, and he blinked in surprise as you brought him closer, unwilling to allow any space between you.

“Ah, so cute~”

In any other circumstance you’d be embarrassed, but not with him, not after you’d deprived yourself of his presence for so long. You’d take your small victories where you could get them. A finger pokes your cheek, and begrudgingly you pull back again, but the quirk of his lips, nearly a smile, is enough to keep you content with the distance. Warmth radiates from him, both through his skin and his overall presence. Being with Yeonjun is unmatched, a high that has you gunning for more. You’d like to lose yourself in the feeling for the remainder of the day, or even until the end of time.

Yeonjun’s eyes were glossy, like maybe he'd accidentally stolen one of his dreams from slumber's elusive hands in the middle of the night and stitched them into his neon irises. His lips were red, a little raw and bitten. You traced his bottom lip, he made as if to bite your fingertip and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Stay with me?”

“Always.”

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maseyfilms · 1 year

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SILLY ME TO FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU — M.M19

summary. you know what they say, friends with benefits just work until someone falls in love, and unfortunately it already happened.

pairing. mason mount x fwb!fem!reader

w.count. 1.2k+

warning. angst, sad ending, some curse words, making out ? idk

a/n. i hate this, is short, but i might write a part 2 someday. not inspired in halley's comet by billie but i like the aesthetic idc

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your relationship with mason was kinda... awkward. you guys definitely weren't dating however it was not a one-time thing too, it was more like friends with benefits.

you met on your best friend's birthday, lauren, which turns out to be girlfriend of mason's best friend's, declan.

you relationship started friendly, some drinks with your common friends, birthday parties, until that day you met at a nightclub.

both of you so drunk it made you lose part of your memory, just coming back the next morning when you woke up totally naked in mason's bed.

and that was when your little thing started. whenever one of you needed sex, was just one call away, you both shagged.

the sex was just sex. no kisses. no hugs. no 'i love you's or 'your the best'. it was just like two strangers having sex and never seeing eachother anymore. the only difference was that beside the shagging, in other moments you guys seen eachother and act like normal friends.

and it's just like they say. friends with benefits just work until someone falls in love. and unfortunately it already happened.

god and you hated yourself so much right now.

being jealous was never something you used to feel, and being jealous of someone you weren't even dating was passing through the limits.

though it was painful to see mason talking with another girl in the club you and somefriends were hanging out.

the chatting between them was nothing but a friend talk but still, she was way more prettier and nice and...

you shook your head and close your eyes while drinking the last sip of the glass of whiskey you were holding. you shouldn't be thinking about this, you couldn't, even in pain you couldn't have this type of feeling with someone that's was never yours.

the alcohol was already going to your brain, which means it was home time.

saying goodbye to your friends you called a taxi on your phone and went straight outside. it was like 2AM or something, you were alone, drunk and kinda sad. perhaps you should stayed at home instead of going to the club.

outside was cold, dark and empty, except for the drunk people throwing up on the curb.

waiting for the cab and shivering from the cold wind, you felt a hand touching your shoulder, and instantly you turn your head back to find a really drunk mason with a lazy smirk resting on his face.

"heyy y/nnn! i didn't saw you inside! where you were, huh?" he spoke while he was trying to pull you towards him holding your waist. "you know, i called you last week but you never answered..." he pouted, then rested his forehead on your shoulder. you could smell the alcohol coming from this breath.

"i-... i was really tired that day, things weren't fine at work so, i slept earlier, sorry..." you lied. the things were good at work, although you were avoiding him, trying to figure out what was happening inside your mind, inside your heart.

with his voice muffled by your skin he whispered:

"i missed you, love"

and then you freeze.

he'd never had given you a pet name or something. and he called you 'love'. that feeling that was cutting you up inside was what he had decided to call you.

suddenly you thought you couldn't breathe. quickly breaking free of his grip and taking two steps back.

"are you okay?" he asked with a worried tone, oblivious to the weight of what he had just said.

"i'm..." you tried to say, but luckily your cab had arrived. you just ran and opened the door to get in, resting your head on the backrest and rubbing your eyes. you just had to clean your mind.

then two weeks passed, it was a saturday night and you were cuddled with your blankets and cushions when your phone started vibrating. reaching your hand to pick up the phone on the coffee table you saw the name you least wanted to see on that screen. mason was calling you.

you couldn't answer it, you wanted to but you shouldn't, so you just waited, hoping he'd just give up. but then it went to the voicemail:

"uhmm... hey y/nn. i know you don't... i feel you don't wanna talk to me, i don't know what i did but i'm sure you have your motives but..." he paused. you could hear his footsteps, going back and forth. "today's match went suck, i don't know if you watched it, probably not, though i... i miss you and, if you want to or... could you please come here? i'm in my flat... " he sighed and the voicemail ended.

that's how you ended up in his apartment door. sighing before knocking three times, instantly meeting mason's glossy and tired eyes. he was shirtless with only sweatpants and messy hair.

"hi." he said, moving away from the door for you to enter. you responded with a small 'hey' and entered the apartment.

"i'm sorry for the match today, i didn't watch it but by the way you said i could tell it was bad..." you confessed, shyly looking at your feet when he held the sides of your face and out of the blue kissed you.

it was a soft and sweet kiss but also needed. you both missed that so much, felling eachothers skin touching and kissing until you can't breathe anymore.

suddenly the kiss got deeper and hotter and both of you started to take of your clothes, what resulted in you two making out with in his lap, just in underwear and mason kissing all over your neck.

however, he reached your bra strap and sucked a small purple stain behind your ear. "i love you"

you freeze.

you could not be doing this, you brain was telling you to stop, that it would've been just like the other times, you both shagged then you go back to home and drown yourself in the shower, regretting what you have done. but your heart, your heart was telling you that he meant that, that he really loves you just like you love him.

still, this time you choose your brain, being hurt one more time because of that supid 'follow your heart' concept it wouldn't happen.

you stand up from his lap and started to reach out for you clothes, tears covering your cheeks while you looked down trying to hide them.

"i-i'm sorry, i didn't mean that i-" mason spoke, confused, getting up from the couch and trying to reach for your hand but you pulled away. when you where completely clothed you looked at him.

"that's the problem mason... you don't mean it" you sobbed as you wiped your tears with the sleeves of your sweater. "and the other problem is that, i do love you, and i mean it, i fucking hate myself for this but i mean it. i really, really, fancy you, but it's not reciprocate and that's oka-"

"that's not true, i.." he interrupts you reaching for holding your left cheek and wiping your tears with his thumb, however you hold his forearm and pushed it away.

"so tell me that you actually meant it..." you softly whispered while looking into his eyes. "tell me that you love me just like i love you".

silence.

"i...." he paused and sighed. "i can't"

hearing that, you stepped back towards the door and then a sad smile appears on your face.

"me too mase..." you added while tooking the door handle. "this" you spoke pointing to you and him with tearing eyes. "i can't"

then you leave. no goodbyes or call you later. this time you actually gone.

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dearlyfictitious2 · 1 year

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Modes of Surface Entertainment

"Perseus, I thought you said these games of yours were stress relieving?"

"They are." he grunted.

Triton raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow at his (frankly) vicious finger smashing, "You're exuding the exact opposite of tranquilness."

"Trust me. I am calm, cool, collected, and having so much fun right now." he replied in a borderline unhinged tone, "Very relaxing."

"...Indeed."

Prince Triton had very little to base on whether that statement was true or not, but he was almost certain his brother was trying to convince himself.

He stared at the flat screen tv and tried to make sense of what exactly he was looking at, but try as he may, he couldn't grasp the novelty and settled for leaning on his brother instead.

He positively loathed being on land and made it a point to surface only when deemed absolutely necessary, he would much rather spend his time in their Lord Father's beautiful realm in the oceans, but his demigod brother practically dragged him up here when he was made aware that he, Prince Triton, had never played a video game during the entirety of his immortal existence.

And yes, the game room in Atlantis had plenty of dazzling arcade games to choose from, amongst other choices, but they didn't entice him in any way to play them at all. He could have gone the rest of his said immortal existence rather content having never known about the 'joys' of video games. Thank you very much.

But alas, here he was. Sat in their Father’s newly refurbished cabin and experiencing a mild case of dry eye of all things.

What a nuisance.

Triton summoned water between his fingers and swept them across his eyes, "How can you stand looking at these screens for so long without proper hydration?" He studied his brother closely and noticed something concerning, "Perseus, when was the last time you blinked?" the younger Prince’s expression had assumed a disturbing blank faced, wide-eyed, thousand yard stare.

"I've been working on this level for two and a half hours and I refuse to blink until I beat this one part."

Goodness, what a mess this godling of his was.

He sighed through his nose in resignation and put an arm around his brother's back, smiling fondly, "Your surface habits are very strange, but quite charming."

This amazing art piece was actually finished since Aug 2022 and my DUMBASS forgot to post it 🤡 This was originally going to be a standalone post, but since it took so damn long for me to remember I decided to write up a quick drabble to accompany it.

Permission to post the image was given to me by the incredibly talented artist on Twitter @/Lakes_DownSouth, who is an absolute GODDESS with putting up with my 2am nonsense. Please support her work here

She's also an animator! And well...let's just say I'm more than a little excited about the possibilities!

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