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howdoesagrapewrites · 10 months

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Cw: sex, smut, afab!switch!reader x Hobie Brown, vaginal penetration, pierced dick Hobie supremacy,riding, degradation, spanking, slapping, choking, hair pulling, teasing, porn without plot, almost immediate smut, I'm horrible writing Hobie's accent

Notes: inspired by a dream I had last night

It had been a really rough day, when you got to your shared flat, you simply collapsed on the couch like your muscles were jelly, didn't even have enough energy to reach for your pocket to look at your phone. After you regain enough energy, you go to bed and clumsily take off your clothes, leaving only a t-shirt and underwear, you rest comfortably, after a few minutes you slightly lift your head from the pillow to see Hobie getting out of the shower, rummaging through his clothes to find sweatpants to sleep on, when he bend over, you can see the curve of his lower back and the towel scarcely covering up his body. God, he was hot, you bite your lip and stare shamelessly.

"See sumthin' you like?" He asks with a cocky smile

"You know the answer"

"Maybe I don't need to put clothes on after all" he teases, but he's really asking if you're up to

"Unfortunately you do, I'm way too tired to, y'know" you roll into the other side of the bed to make room for Hobie

"I can always do all the work, y' can starfish if ya want"

And that's how you ended up like this, gripping for dear life into the sheets and muffling your sounds on the tear and drooled stained pillow, you don't know how long it's been, but you know this must be at least your fourth denied orgasm, for the entirety of you session has ignored all your desperate pleas of "c'mon", "please", "lemme cum", and like he has done before, he grabs your hips roughly and keeps you in place to impede you from grinding into his cock and getting the little stimulus left so you can climax.

"mnghh, teasing asshole" you murmur, your voice shaky and airy as the only thing keeping you awake is your frustration from all the ruined orgasms your loving boyfriend has decided to provide tonight. He hears this, and grabs a fistful of your hair to lift your head, "what'chu saying there, luv?" He whispers in your ear, the pain and the vibration of his deep voice makes you clench around him, he pulls out of you, leaving only the tip inside and making you whine at the feeling of emptiness, you want to reply to him, but he has fucked you stupid, you can't connect your brain with your mouth enough to form coherent words, and only let out an irritated sound. "Yeah, that's what I thought", he lets your head fall into the pillow, and slam his cock roughly into your guts, spanking your ass and making you moan loudly, you're so pent up you're sure you could cum from the pain alone, but he makes sure to keep you on edge, pressing himself deep inside and then putting pressure on your lower abdomen, you feel everything, every vein, every ridge, and most importantly,you feel his prince Albert piercing in your most sensitive spots, he bites your shoulder continuing his brutal pace, and like every time before, he stops when you're close. You continue uttering the orchestra of pathetic little whimpers at his mean antics, but you're determined to cum and not take a second more of this pleasurable torture. With energy you didn't know you had, you flip him over and steady yourself on top him while he's too shocked (and intrigued on what you'd do) to move. You set an irregular pace with your hips, between your desperate and uncoordinated movements you find the position that gives you the most stimulation, and start riding him furiously, tears blurring your vision, he moans too. "You gon' cum for me?" He's still so arrogant even though he's under you.

"Oh, shut the fuck up" you put your hands around his neck and lightly squeeze, you feel his cock twitch inside you, the knot in your stomach starts to untie and this time no one stops it, you feel your orgasm leave your body shaking and convulsing in bliss, Hobie grabs onto your thighs to keep himself from cumming too, leaving crescent moon red marks on the skin with his chipped black painted nails.

You take a moment to recover from the mind blowing orgasm, collapsing on Hobies chest, his piercen nipples grazing yours and making you shiver at the cool metal. "You want to sleep now, sweetheart?" Hobie asks you, massaging the supple skin of your ass and thighs. You look at him like he said the most inappropriate words someone has heard in twenty years, you sit, straddling him again. "I asked for one thing 'cause I was tired and you just acted like a fucking brat for god knows how long, you don't pull that shit and get no consequences. You said you'd help me out, so now you stay there and let me use this cock until I'm bored" you grab his jaw and slap him across the face, he excitedly nods and you can see the fucked up expression in his face, he's probably enjoying this more than you do.

#atsv x reader #atsv smut #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader #Hobie Brown x reader smut #across the spiderverse smut #spider-punk smut

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mendeshoney · 7 months

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can u do a imagine that you and barzal get into a argument and it ends happily

The door slams loudly behind you, and you whirl around, fire in your eyes and venom in your words when you say "Just because you're angry that you're not getting your way doesn't mean you can start slamming shit like a caveman."

Mat's nostrils flare, the vein popping in his neck. "I'm not angry because I'm 'not getting my way,' I'm angry because you're just not listening."

"No, you're the one not listening, Mat. I've said exactly how I felt a dozen times. My mind hasn't changed, and we keep coming back to this same argument because everything I say goes in one ear and out the other with you. You can ask me as many times as you want, but I am not going to uproot and change my entire life around just because you feel like it suits you better."

"But we're dating! And we're in love! What's so wrong with living together if we're dating?"

You push air out of your nostrils, the brunch the two of you just ate turning sour in your stomach. "As I've told you over and over, we've only been together for three months, Mathew. You and I have entirely different schedules, entirely different lives, and I am both not ready to and believe that we are not in a place where I feel I can share my space with you that way, or take that step with you, until we've been together a little longer."

"I can respect your schedule, life, and space, and still do it as your boyfriend who lives with you." He pushes, gesturing around to your apartment. "Have I not done that so far?"

"You have," you say, frustration creeping through your veins at the fact that you've having to explain yourself yet again. "But you've done so because you don't live here. I do. And I've done the same at your place because I don't live there."

Mat waves a hand dismissively. "We sleep over at each other's places all the time, what's the difference if it happens all the time instead of a few times a week?"

"Because that's temporary! That's basically us playing house, not actually living together." You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose when you can feel a headache starting to bloom at the back of your skull.

"Well I don't see what's so wrong with me wanting someone to come home to at the end of the day." Mat bites out, and your eyes squeeze shut.

"You already do that. You call me or text me or you ask if you can come over if you need to see me at the end of the day, and I do the same to you."

His face hardens. "Oh, I see. It's fine that way because I get to leave after, right?"

Your eyes fly open and your hands drop to your sides. "Mathew," you warn. "You're being extremely unreasonable right now, and I do not have the energy to continue repeating the same script over and over until it finally sinks in."

"How am I being unreasonable? I'm pointing out the obvious here!"

And that...that's your limit.

The two of you had been arguing about this for the last two weeks off and on, and you'd hoped that this would be the last time.

You don't know if you had another fight like this in you.

"If you can't take no for an answer, then I think it's best you just leave."

He blinks, taking a step back like you've shoved him. "What?"

"I think you should leave." You repeat. "You're not listening to me, you're only hearing the things you think you can pick apart to try to win the argument. But arguing with the person you're in a relationship with isn't about winning, it's about understanding, and you and I clearly don't understand each other right now. So you should leave."

"Baby, I-" he says, swallowing a lump in his throat, and you sigh a little.

"Not like that, just...I just think we need to cool down, okay?"

You can see it in the lines of his body that he wants to protest, to demand to stay and work things out, but instead he nods, jaw ticking in irritation. His hands twitch at his sides, and you know what he wants to do, but clearly isn't sure if he's allowed to right now.

Instead, you approach him, kissing his cheek and gently squeezing his biceps. "It's okay," you assure him. "Just for a little bit."

He nods, body relaxing a little under your touch. "Okay," he says quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. Without another word, he turns and leaves your apartment, this time, gently shutting the door behind him.

The second he's gone, all the frustration finally boils over, and you shut your eyes, tears silently falling from your face.

You're brushing through your wet hair, resting on the couch in your pajamas and trying to catch up on your favorite TV show before bed when the intercom on your wall buzzes.

Tossing your brush to the couch cushion beside you, you head for the intercom, already having a good idea of who's on the other side. You press the buzzer to open the front door to your building, then head back to the couch to grab your hairbrush and put it back in your bathroom.

You head back to your living room, heading straight for the door once you hear the soft knocks on the wood. When you open it, you find Mat just as you expected, but what you didn't expect was the find him with his face red, puffy, and tears caught in his eyelashes.

When he sees you, his body launches forward, and he wraps you tightly in his arms, bending down a little to bury his face in your neck, and you can feel him sag with relief.

Carefully, you wrap your arms around him, shutting the door and locking it before walking you both backwards a little, bringing him further into your apartment.

You hold each other like that for a little bit, and when you feel Mat's body shake a little as he starts to cry again, you can feel your own tears brimming in your eyes, exhaustion settling in your bones.

Mat hiccups a little bit, and then you feel him press a gentle kiss to the base of your neck before he murmurs "I love you so much."

You tense in his arms.

I love you so much.

He'd never said that to you before.

"You don't have to say it back." He says, voice scratchy. "I didn't say it so you'd forgive me, or so that it would make anything better. I just wanted...if this was the last time...I just wanted you to know that I do love you."

"I love you too," you say without hesitation.

His body sags a little more, and he holds you tighter. "You were right, about all of it. I wasn't listening, and I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too," you say. "If I hurt your feelings, or if I made it seem like I wasn't-"

"No," Mat says emphatically. "You have nothing to apologize for. This was all me."

You put your hands on his shoulders gently, pulling back a little bit and frowning slightly when you see his face. He frowns when he sees yours, his hands coming to your face and brushing your tears away with his thumbs.

"I didn't mean to make you sad." He mutters.

You laugh a little, thumbing away his tears too. "I didn't mean to make you sad either. C'mon, let's sit down."

You lead him over to the couch, and instead of sitting like you intended, Mat lays down, pulling you with him until you're pressed against the back of the couch and he's essentially wrapped himself around you.

"You're a whole person," he says once you're both settled. "Relationships should be about adding to one another's lives, not trying to take away from them, and I thought I was doing that, but I wasn't. I was asking for something that wasn't for us, but for me, and I'm sorry."

"I get where you were coming from," you assure him. "And I accept your apology."

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you, and Mat's breathing starts to even out as his tears settle. Eventually, the late hour blinks at you from your cable box, and Mat runs a finger along your jawline. "I can go home, if you want."

You shake your head. "You can stay the night, I want you to."

"Are you sure?" He checks.

"Yes," you assure him, starting to sit up and pulling him with you. "I think we've earned ourselves a good night's sleep."

The two of you head into your bathroom to start to get ready for bed, and Mat reaches for your hairbrush while you brush your teeth, running his fingers through it every now and again.

Something in your mirror's reflection catches your eyes, and after you rinse your mouth out and put your toothbrush away, you turn to Mat, tilting your head at him curiously.

"What is it?" He asks, setting your brush down on the counter.

"How about a drawer?" You ask, and Mat blinks at you.

"What do you mean?"

"A drawer," you repeat. "A drawer of your things at my place, and a drawer of my things at yours. It's not moving in, but it's a...a baby step."

Mat's quiet for a second, looking at you almost as if to make sure you're certain about your offer before he say anything. He must decide eventually that you are, because eventually, he nods. "I'd like that."

You hold your hand out to him, and Mat raises a brow at it. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Barzal."

Mat laughs, rolling his eyes before he puts his hand in yours and tugs you to him, pressing his lips to yours.

"I love you so much," he whispers against them.

You smile into his next kiss, winding your arms around his neck. "I love you too."

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m-ayo-o · 5 months

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emoji event : 😈🎀💙 impact play + sub!satoru x f!reader 18+ uhm so i may have got carried away with a bit of... plot. spanking, hand job, edging, restraints, sex

the event is still closed this req was from a while ago

"Sweetieeee!"

You hear your unstoppable, invincible man singing down the hallway, full of energy and giggles. But tonight, after the longest, most frustrating day of your life, you're not in the mood for his antics.

After all, he's the one who left you in such a mess today, with the first years on a mission way above their level, you had to take control and manage everything by yourself, like a responsible adult.

But you barely made it out alive and you don't think this reckless, insane man really understands that.

So he enters.

And you shout. And scream. Until your lungs give out and he can't take any more of your nasty, cruel words.

"Stop" he's quiet, but you can hear him as you start to simmer down.

"No."

But you're not done yet. You need to teach him a lesson.

"Come here."

You give your desk a firm pat, beckoning him over.

He approaches, towering over you, looking a little anxious but still trying for a smile.

He just never stops. He never listens. And he never learns.

"Satoru," you use his full first name, forgoing any of your usual nicknames, "I want you to bend over for me."

He looks confused, crystal blue eyes darting from your pretty face to the wooden desk, where your hand still rests.

"Why would I do that?"

You give him a hard glare, standing your ground and reaching a hand up into his snowy locks.

You let your lip twitch into a little smirk when you see his eyes widening. He was expecting you to caress him, to stroke him softly and give in to his handsome charm. But you grab his hair, pulling harshly at the soft strands and order him to get on your desk.

"F-fuck, ok, ok..."

You watch his tall body fold in half as you press his cheek into the wood.

"Angel, I don't know where you're going with this but- ah!"

You rip down his pants with a harsh tug, exposing his pale, perky ass.

"What- what do you think you're- shit!"

He winces when your hand delivers the first hard smack, making his whole body jolt with surprise.

Of course, you didn't hurt him. According to the man himself, nobody can hurt him. But you got some sort of feeling stirring between his legs.

"Satoru"

"Babyy-"

"Satoru, I'm fed up with your bullshit."

You voice remains calm, despite the harsh slaps that land on his skin.

"I'm fed up of being left... in the deep end... with these novice fucking sorcerers... while you're off in whatever fucking prefecture you fancy... getting shitty mochi!!"

"Ah- shit- baby, w-wait..." he can feel his cock filling up and pressing against the desk now and he just doesn't know what to do with himself.

You start to feel a little guilty, seeing how raw his ass is getting. But your hand is no better.

"It's just that... the strongest fucking sorcerer of this era... can't even... protect his own girlfriend..."

You trail off completely now, sinking onto the desk next to him and watching him slowly start to rise, thinking this was a stupid idea all along. As if you could spank a lesson into him.

He takes your hands suddenly, bringing them to his lips to kiss your reddened palms before tugging his pants up.

And he presses your pretty, pouty face to his chest and envelops you in a big hug, stroking the back of your head.

"Baby, baby I'm sorry"

He finally admits he's done something wrong.

"I was only trying to push you, I knew you could do it. I'm so proud but I don't want you to get hurt. I promise I'll be there for you next time."

Through his sincere apology, while he's holding you so close, you start to notice a familiar bulge nudging your stomach.

"Angel?"

He peers down at you, as you seem a little distant.

And you are now, totally distracted by the swell in his pants.

"Toru," his muscles relax, he knows he's off the hook now, "Toru, baby, are you... hard?"

You step back, your eyes drawn to his crotch where you can clearly see the outline of his cock and a little wet patch at the top. He just pulls your body against his again, locking his lips with yours as if he's trying to distract you.

"Baby, did you-" you inch away, eyes making excited contact with his, "did you enjoy that?"

"What if I did?" he returns a flirty flutter of his white lashes, the one that never fails to get your stomach in knots.

Despite that, you keep your cool, looking up at him as if he didn't just turn your legs to jelly.

"Well, that means my boyfriend..." you flash him a pretty smile, bringing your small hand to massage his cock through his pants, "is a sick perv."

"I know, sugar," he snorts, his hips starting to move in tandem with your gentle movements, "what are you going to do with me?"

Your hands are down his pants, his cock resting firm in your palm, and his flirty confidence has been wiped clean by your teasing touch.

He chases the feeling, when you tug down his pants fully and stroke up and down the long, hard curve of his dick. He starts fucking your fist, begging to cum, but you shake your head and sit pretty on your desk, pressing your thumb over the wet slit of his cock.

"Don't cum, baby," you pull down your tights and panties, showing him the slick mess of your pussy, and he loses those last few brain cells that were holding him together. He presses between your legs and grabs at your thighs urgently, spreading them wider.

But you tut again, taking his wrists between delicate fingers, taking them behind his back. Then you tug the expensive belt- one of his favourites, that he wouldn't want to snap- from his pants and loop it round and round, buckling him up tight.

"Play along, Toru," you coo, pulling him closer now his arms are bound, "it'll be fun."

So you rest your elbows on the desk and watch your invincible boyfriend start to fuck you with his tip.

"Let me- fuck, let me touch you-"

He gets his cock notched right in your centre, trying to push himself in, but he knows you're tight. He needs to spread you with his fingers like he usually does, to open you up and get inside.

"No hands, baby"

And you watch him struggle, sliding his cock up and down your heat, only getting relief on that swollen, pink tip, until you lose your patience and grab the base of his cock starting to push him inside.

"Yes yes yeahhh oh, mmmh thank you- angel ohh my-- fuck"

He's a mess, digging himself in further now he's past your tight entrance, fucking you with his hands behind his back.

You're surprised he hasn't broken the belt by now, but you're so glad he's being obedient. It's turning you on endlessly, getting you so wet he just slips through you, giving you the biggest head rush when he sinks all the way back.

"That's nice, baby," you compliment him and strip his shirt open, "fuck me hard, ok?"

"Yes, yeah honey I will, promise, gonna do it so good"

So you relax back on the desk and let him pleasure you with his cock, your legs hanging wide so he can get nice and deep.

And you can't help the little smile on your face, seeing how your man is falling apart. He wants to please you, he wants to make it up to you- and he's petrified that if he stops you just won't let him cum.

He looks endlessly pretty like this; with a pink blush on his cheeks, eyes half lidded, lashes all dewy with his mouth hanging open. And his beautiful eyes are flitting between yours, seeking approval.

You leave him hanging for a while, resting on your elbows and watching his eyes linger over the swell of your breasts.

"N-need to touch you..."

You watch him struggle and whimper, pleading to touch your cute tits and suck on your nipples. And you let him run his mouth, enjoying the sight of your prideful boyfriend begging and whining, until he starts to get overwhelmed and his large frame hunches over you.

He presses his mouth to your shoulder, desperate for contact.

"Baby, I want to hold you, please"

He looks into your eyes and you swear he's going to cry.

So you kiss his puffy lips, making sure to suck and swirl your tongue around his mouth while your hands stroke his abs, round his waist.

He kisses you back, so hard his nose is pressing into your cheek while his tongue dives into you. You feel the familiar swell of his cock- you can tell he's getting desperately close.

"Don't cum yet.."

"Baby, no-- please let me, let me, ah haah uhhg pleeasee" he sniffles and presses his weight against you, now rubbing his forehead against yours.

You keep him suspended, with that dumb, fucked out expression on his pretty face, until you reach your own release. Your body shivers and trembles against him, and you take him into another hot kiss, your hands working through the platinum strands of his hair.

"Baby, you did so well," you hum, stroking and kissing him so lovingly, just how he needs it, "you can cum now."

And he lets go, on command. It makes you so infatuated with him, you swear your chest is going to burst.

"Toru, baby, that's it, right there," your bodies come together slower now as you feel his warmth inside you. You can feel the heat from his skin, the electric pulse tingling from your core until every particle of pleasure has dispersed.

And you finally forgive him.

ps i love mochi it's not shitty

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yeetwinchester2 · 11 months

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Summary: Y/N had been struggling with her ED lately, but the team doesn't know that. Sent on a mission, and her partner doesn't know that it's been two days since she's eaten.

Warnings: Eating Disorder(s), passing out, angst

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"C'mon Steve! Seriously? What else do you want me to do? She's been on every mission with me! I'm tired of her!" Throwing his hands in the air out of frustration. Bucky has had a hatred for Y/N for as long as anyone can remember. She's a former Hyrda experiment such as himself, yet they're polar opposites. Bucky is harsh, brutal, dark, seemling always seeing the negative. Yet, Y/N is kind, caring, light, and always positive. Everyone liked her. except Bucky. But she never let that get in the way of things. She treated him just the same as she did everyone else.

"She's one of our best, and so are you. I'm sorry Buck, but you need to get over it. You can out up with her for just a little while longer. You know how these things go. We get the best of the best. That's you two. We need both of you for this one. We can't have either of you back out."

"Fine. But this is the last mission with her. After this, I'm done. I can't take it anymore. Just something about her I can't stand."

"I'm sure you'll be fine. Go get ready. We leave in the morning. Carrier 0430 sharp. We leave at 0500."

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The morning comes, 0430 and the team has met at the carrier. Everyone but Y/N. Which is odd, considering Y/N is almost always one of the first to arrive, prepared and full of energy. The first to notice was Nat. Once it was mentioned, Everyone followed suit with confusion.

0440 and she still hasn't shown up.

0445 and still no word from her.

0455. Nothing.

Just as they were about to call over the comms, she appears, running up to the carrier, duffle bag in hand. Immediately blurring out an apology.

"Sorry guys! I got caught up in something. But I'm here now and I've got everything, I'm good to go."

"You sure? We were getting worried." Clint said unsure of what had happened.

"Yeah, I'm good."

Everyone just brushed it off and assumed she must've slept in or missed her alarm or something of the sort. But Bucky could tell something wasn't right. He didn't know what or why, but he knew something was off. He didn't say anything, though. It's not his business, why should he care?

Steve stood, getting everyone's attention. He pulled a small map from his pocket and laid it out for the team to see. "Alright, I know we already went over the mission, but here's a recap. Nat and Clint will take the guards at the right rear entrance, me and Tony at the left rear. Y/N and Bucky will talk the center. The main objective is to retrieve the hard drive from their maim computer system. They're smart, which means this won't be easy. Stay with your partner. Watch out for each other. If you get separated, you get hurt. Six of us exiting the carrier, six of us returning, understood?"

"Aye Aye, Captain." Bucky joking saluted.

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The mission went as expected, until it didn't. You and Bucky broke through the center entrance doors and took down the first set of guards without any problems. It was cold, and the alarms seemed louder than usual. Everything seemed fine, maybe feeling a little weaker than usual, but nothing too out of the ordinary. Bucky was busy with several guards on his own, while you were lucky enough to handle them one at a time. You only had one or two more to take down, Bucky had a few more. You began to feel weaker and weaker by the second. The last guard put up a tough fight, eventually winning against you. Fighting with all you had, but it wasn't enough. You took hit after hit, in the face, the gut, the side, until all you saw was black.

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Bucky sent bullets through one guard after another until he no longer had anything to shoot with. So, he turned to his trusty knives and combat boots. Kicking, punching, and slashing all that comes his way. He was pleased with his completion of his portion of the mission, that is until he saw you on the ground, beat. He didn't hesitate to rush to your side. For a moment, forgetting how much he hated you.

"It's clear over here, but Y/N is down." He says over the coms, letting the rest of the team know his plan.

"On it. How bad is she?" replies Nat, her voice laced with concern.

"Not sure. I'm gonna take her back to the jet and do what I can from there." He brings your unconscious body up into his arms and carries you towards the exit and back into the jet.

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You slowly try to open your eyes, bringing up a hand to block out the bright light hovering above you. Suddenly, it dissappears.

"Hey, hey, lay back down. Y/N, it's Bucky. You went down during the mission and we are in the jet. We need to figure out what happened with you. What hurts?"

"Nothing much right now, I'm fine. Just got a headache," you say, swinging your legs across the side of the bed, attempting to brush off the embarrassment. Hoping and praying that he doesn't try to investigate any further, knowing it'll be 10x more embarrassing than what he's already witnessed.

"What happened out there? I've never seen you go down that quick."

"The guy just got to me and he was stronger than I must've realized. I'm fine though. Just drop it, please." You didn't want to seem rude, but more importantly, you didn't want him knowing.

With perfect timing, Steve calls over the coms, "Good work, team. We're done here. See ya at the jet."

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Everyone else boards the jet, each one asking some version of "you ok?" And you just nod with a smile and hid it all the best you can. God, you're starving. It been two days since you've had a meal. You knew it wasn't good for you. You would've eaten before the mission, but you felt fine before. More importantly, you looked fine, so there was no need.

You had struggled with an eating disorder for a few years now. It had calmed down and you had almost forgotten about it for a while. One bad instagram post from a model or the wrong word being said or one bad joke about your body. That's all it took to trigger your ED.

You had started living with the team while it was getting better, so you never told them about it. You worked out with them, ate with them, appeared healthy around them. But when you were alone, it was quite the opposite. Doing anything to keep yourself from eating, doing extra workouts to burn the calories. The team never found out, but it has been getting worse and you're worried some of the team may have noticed something was wrong. They've said you look tired, or maybe even smaller than usual. All that last comment did was encourage you even further. So, you kept going, letting it get worse. Skipping more meals, avoiding the team as much as possible, working out every chance you get.

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You were sent the the med bay as soon as the jet touched the base. You were checked over and over. Turn out, you only had a concussion and broken nose. It could have, probably should have, been much worse. You have Bucky to thank for saving you. From the med bay, you were released and headed straight to your room.

You walk down the hall towards your room, the one just before Bucky's. You want to thank him, but now's not the time.

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this is is definitely a part 1. but I get on Tumblr like once every 6 months so who knows if there will ever be a part 2.

#bucky barnes #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fic #bucky x reader #disordered eating in tags

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eowyntheavenger · 2 months

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Hi! I saw your post on telling Americans to vote, and I was wondering what you think of posts from people from other parts of the world who are calling Americans evil for voting for Biden because of his support for Israel. I've seen a few already. They seem to be completely convinced that Americans deliberately voted for Biden specifically to side against Palestine and no other reason, and spread the general (pretty ignorant and hateful) message of "Americans are evil because of the actions of their government and because they collectively refuse to vote for a president who is good and not simply 'the lesser of two evils'". It frustrates me because they seem to think they're experts on US politics, culture, and society and have all the answers, but it also makes me concerned because it reminds me of the whole Russian bot thing from last time. Like, I'm 99% sure the people reblogging these posts aren't Russian bots (don't know about the OPs though), and they unquestioningly believe this. What do you think of this and how would you go about addressing this issue? Do you think it's possible to get them to understand how little they actually know about the US and how they're actually promoting a message that makes things worse for everyone? I've also seen less scathing posts that are just disheartened and don't seem to believe the democrats are truly better to vote for than the republicans and so it's just two sides of the same coin. To be fair, I think that sort of feeling is only further encouraged because there didn't really seem to be much if any progress made with Biden, not even back to square one after Trump moved the country so far backwards. I think most Americans really wish the elections actually had good candidates and they could pick the best of two goods, but are frustrated and stuck with the current system and don't know how to actually get to the point where there are good candidates. (Though personally I think voting for the one who isn't actively trying to make themselves a king with unlimited terms is a decent start. I can understand the frustration though.)

Hi! Thanks for the ask. This stuff worries me too. I've gotten comments on my posts like that too, telling me/other Americans that we're evil for voting for Biden.

But I've seen a much larger number of comments and posts from people outside the United States BEGGING us to vote for Biden. I literally get tags like that on my posts EVERY DAY urging Americans to vote blue. So I think that's valuable context, even if it doesn't solve the problem of the "I hate everybody who votes for Biden" crowd.

And yes, it's definitely a shitty argument on their part to claim that people voting for Biden are specifically siding against Palestine. Literally every single person I know in real life and online who plans to vote for Biden has been criticizing and protesting his policies on Palestine.

In terms of convincing the anti-voters that they're wrong, honestly, I don't know. They don't listen to reason and they seem intent on spreading despair. Some of Biden's policies have been terrible (Willow oil-drilling project), some of them have been downright evil (military aid to Israel), but I'm a rational person and I know that Trump is worse in every respect.

I've tried debating them. It's been pointless every time. They genuinely don't know how the government works, which scares me. Common takes include: 1) a genuine lack of awareness of how pro-Israel Trump and the right wing are, combined with magical thinking that a virtually unknown third party candidate can win the presidential election, 2) truly impressive mental gymnastics blaming Biden for the overturn of Roe v. Wade, and 3) continuing the mental gymnastics to blame Biden and the Democrats for anti-trans policies...

I guess my advice is to either ignore them and move on, or debunk things when you have time/energy? It's easier said than done, I know. There's nothing more annoying than someone being stupid on the internet, especially when they accuse you of stuff that just isn't true, and especially when they're spreading dangerous misinformation or voter-suppression rhetoric.

Like you, I'm highly suspicious of anyone who advocates AGAINST voting, or against voting blue. And I agree, many of these people are not bots, like you said, but I call them useful idiots, because they're doing the bots' work for them.

The one thing you said that I'm going to push back on is "there didn't really seem to be much if any progress made with Biden." Biden's actually made lots of progress on a variety of issues, and reversed some of Trump’s damage, it just doesn't get a lot of fanfare and it’s unfortunately happening at the same time as Republican gains in state legislatures and while they control the Supreme Court. But Biden and his administration have:

• invested billions in green architecture and clean energy, including making sure federal investments benefit low-income communities

• introduced new fines for companies' methane emissions

• introduced a plan to cut the federal government's greenhouse gas emissions by 65% by 2030 (that includes the military, which is a huge emitter)

• passed a huge bill for improving the country's infrastructure, including bridges, roads, broadband and more

• introduced first-ever national strategy on gender equality and equity and pushed Congress to pass the Equal Rights Amendment

• fought for women's reproductive rights after the overturn of Roe v. Wade

• put more women, people of color, and women of color on the federal bench than any of his predecessors combined

• nominated Kentaji Brown Jackson as the first Black woman to serve on the Supreme Court

• boosted funding to historically Black colleges

• ordered the DOJ to end the use of private prisons by the federal government

• pardoned thousands of people convicted on federal marijuana charges

• created a White House office of gun violence prevention

• passed the Respect for Marriage Act, guaranteeing federal rights and benefits for same-sex couples

• rolled out a series of actions to protect the rights and safety of the LGBTQ+ community, including protecting queer and trans foster youth, improving access to mental health services, and addressing the rise in hate crimes

• challenged discriminatory state bans against gender-affirming care and trans athletes

• called to support trans youth in State of the Union address and restored the White House tradition of recognizing Pride Month

• changed passport rules so that people can obtain a passport with no gender marker

• examined efforts by each federal agency to advance LGBTQ+ rights around the world

• reversed Trump's transgender military ban

• protected the rights of incarcerated trans people

• forgave billions in student debt, repeatedly, and introduced penalties for college programs that trap students in debt

• slashed bank overdraft fees

• expanded guaranteed overtime pay for millions of people

• made union-busting harder

• prevented discriminatory mortgage lending

• made efforts to expand the child tax credit, which could lift hundreds of thousands of children out of poverty

• cracked down on agriculture monopolies to support farmers and small businesses

• made it so the government is going to start taking drug companies' patents away if they don't make affordable drugs

• made over-the-counter birth control pills available for the first time

• lowered the cost of hearing aids and expanded access to them

• spent millions of dollars on students' mental health

• reversed discriminatory healthcare rules

• reinvigorated cancer research

• announced plans to replace all leaded pipes in the next ten years as well as combatting lead exposure abroad

• changed rules for how people can get aid after disasters so they can get more protection and immediate payments more easily

• introduced new data privacy rules protecting people from tech companies

• pushed the federal government to monitor AI risks

• maintained steadfast support for Ukraine in the face of Russian aggression

• maintained steadfast support for Taiwan in the face of Chinese intimidation

• strengthened ties with allies in Asia and the Pacific Islands

• pledged climate change assistance to low-lying Pacific Island countries

• literally IMMEDIATELY after being elected, Biden fortified DACA, rejoined the Paris Agreement, and ended Trump's discriminatory "Muslim ban", ended the Keystone XL Pipeline and fossil duel development in wildlife monuments, (same as last link) rejoined the WHO, strengthened COVID-19 response measures on a variety of fronts, re-included non-citizens in the U.S. census, and passed executives orders on racial equity in the federal government

And I'm sure there's more I left out.

There are also things Biden does that literally don’t make the news, but matter a lot, like funding the Postal Service, and continuing to have a State Department so we can conduct overseas diplomacy (Trump tried to defund the USPS and wants to purge the State Department and fill it with loyalists).

#asks #US politics #Biden administration #I'm planning to make an even more comprehensive post at some point #my post

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yanderambling · 1 year

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I'm already loving your posts

what do you think about a yandere assistant and villain reader?

They would be so frustrated because the reader is spending all theirs energies thinking of a plan to capture the hero and not giving them enough attention.

100% would kill the hero behind reader's back

i'm so glad! and yes please i love a jealous little creep, i'm already obsessed <3

concept: Henchman!Yandere(gn) x Supervillain!Reader(gn)

words: ~700

CW: 18+, yandere behavior, stalking, breaking/entering

You look so alluring when you scheme. No earthly or heavenly beauty could compare to the mere sight of you:

The stern concentration pinching your brow just slightly, your arms flexing as you clench and release your fists over and again, your lip idly drawn between your teeth on blessed occasion- it’s enough to make someone bite through their tongue (just partially, and it was only twice).

Tau watches you plan for hours a day (even when they technically have other tasks to carry out), they like to imagine it’s them you’re looking at with such a single-minded focus (perhaps knelt over them on your bed, deciding precisely which ways you want to take them apart).

What they wouldn’t give for just a fraction of the attention you constantly bestow upon that sniveling little “hero”. It’s not even like the hero has done anything to deserve your dedication, not like Tau has.

No, all they did was beat you (which few have ever done). And then… keep beating you (which none have ever done).

Tau knows how much you hate to lose, lower grunts have payed with their lives for Uno games, but… there’s something more to your preoccupation with that vigilante wannabe.

They can see it in the way your bright eyes flick about the room, the way your lips just barely part as you mumble strategy and probability, the way you zone out during meals (that they made for you, naturally) then dart up to your office to test an idea, the way you constantly stay up well into the next morning trying out new inventions and gadgets to take them down- Tau hates to think it, but they know it’s true:

This hero is… motivating you.

As delightful as it is to see you so lively, Tau can’t help the furious jealousy that roils in their gut almost constantly these days.

Why can’t they be the one to make you feel like this? Why can’t they challenge you, inspire you? Why can’t they bring that spark to your eyes?

They should be able to.

They’ve been by your side since the beginning, supporting and encouraging you through every high and low, they know you better than anyone does (yourself included)- and, goddamnit, they deserve it! They’ve given everything to you, and all they ask for in return is a second glance (then a third, then a fourth, then- oh, just stop looking away already!)

It's just not fair- that boot kisser gets every second of your free time, every spare thought, all 'cause they can take (...and deal) a couple hits? (More than a couple; Tau has definitely tried to take them down on many a solo mission, and they've always come out worse for it. They don't wanna talk about it.)

At the very least, they do get to spend a little more time with you, even if it's to watch you obsessively plan for the hero's interruption of your next evil venture.

They're still the one by your side.

They still get to stand at your shoulder and pass you tools as you work on a project (and bite their cheek every time your fingers touch to hold back a moan).

They still get to brush their shoulder against yours while you both stand over a blueprint (and then spend the next fifteen minutes trying not to hyperventilate and/or enter cardiac arrest).

They still get to hang up your cloak after a strenuous mission (and bury their nose in it until the edges of their vision go dark, and lick your sweat off the collar until their tongue is raw, and rub the damp material across their skin until they can feel you all over them).

(They still get to sneak into your bedroom every night with the spare key they made under your nose. They still get to pant over your face as they bask in your glory, as they breathe your breath. They still get to oh so carefully interlace their fingers with your own, intoxicatingly warm ones, they still get to pretend you'd ever want to hold them.)

Yes, they're still very much happy with their position- they'll just be much happier once that nuisance is taken care of.

Then, they can focus solely on aiding you in your endeavor for world domination, and you can focus on what really matters: them!

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teabutmakeitazure · 2 years

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Clouded Gaze, Unequivocal Lust

>Yan! Childe x Fem! Reader

a/n: again, I don't know how this came to be, it just did

Warnings: physical assault, suggestive, mentions of pregnancy, ooc Childe(?), intimidating behaviour

Word count: 2k

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Dinner time. The worst part of your day and the most exhausting. It's when everyone is gone, safe for you two and you're forced to interact and eat with him. He analyses every word you say and every remark you make like an encrypted debt collection job. It honestly makes you sick.

So when you see him come back home with a lovesick smile instead of his usual calculating one, you feel even more on edge. Something definitely happened, something good. Even though the prospect of that should make you happy, it makes your stomach churn instead. Because in the end, you're the one who has to deal with him when he gets too happy.

You are the one at the receiving end of his overbearing affection and the one who has to deal with the after effects of it. Bruises from tight grips, a sore body in the morning and marks painted from his so-called passion.

"You seem distant today."

At least he somewhat cares about your feelings, enough to inquire about them once in a while. Though he doesn't let them stop him from taking what he wants, his possibly fake worry suffices to soothe your nerves at times.

"Just don't feel too well, that's all."

Childe narrows his eyes at you after that response. Drooping shoulders, tired eyes and a softer voice. When all three boxes check out, he puts back his smile and continues eating, not identifying your mood as a threat. Still, he decides to poke around a bit for good measure.

"What's wrong?"

Damn you carrot-head, you mentally seethe out. With no trace of frustration on your expression, you make eye contact and blatantly lie, "Nothing, just feel a bit down."

"Mhm."

You go back to eating after a few seconds of poking at the rice.

"You're not pregnant, are you?"

There's no way to say that you didn't almost choke on your food. Childe merely rests his face in his palm as he watches you down half a glass of water to stop coughing, obviously caught off guard at his question. Dull blue eyes roam your face and observe how life springs back into it despite the earlier lack of energy.

"What even," you sputter out, "why would you think that?"

He shrugs, smile now no longer present, "I just made a guess. So is it a yes or a no?"

"No, I'm not."

"Oh."

"If I was, I would've known."

"Right."

"Hey, I'm serious. What made you think that?"

For some reason, your suspicion of his good mood from earlier goes to that. He may have heard something incorrect from the staff.

"A little birdie told me," he grins.

You raise a brow at his cryptid words, obviously not buying it. "And who would this birdie be?"

"If I told you, it would ruin all the fun."

"This is fun to you?"

His grin merely widens teasingly, inviting you to solve it faster. However, you've been with Childe for quite a while, so you know when he's messing with you.

With no hesitation, you relax back into your seat and give him a deadpan expression. "You were just trying to get to me, weren't you?"

He shakes his head, hair swaying left and right. "I just wanted to lighten the mood."

"An actually funny joke would've been better."

"I prefer surprises."

"I'll keep that in mind."

With that, you grab your spoon and go back to eating to just get done with it. There's no telling what other nonsense he may spew if the silence stays. Oddly enough, he didn't even go about his day today. Maybe it wasn't a desk job day.

"Jokes aside, do you want to be pregnant?"

"No."

Like usual, morning comes with no trace of your husband beside you or in the house for that matter. He mostly leaves way too early in order to catch some extra training, which means that you can't see him off. Good because you'd rather not be awake for his goodbye kiss.

Daytime goes by rather smoothly without his presence to bother you, mostly being occupied with your own activities. You've even coaxed the head maid to let you out into the backyard at noon, allowing you to run around and seldomly collect flowers and dry them. If Childe notices the additional flowers on the vases, he doesn't speak of it.

Especially since in his eyes, you're making an effort to adjust. Though you hate him thinking that you're okay with all this, you can't bring yourself to correct him. If he thinks you're happy, then that just means less problems for you. Despite being a harbinger, he's childish and nosy, a combination you despise.

Even so, it's not like you have a choice. All you can do is grimace or sigh when you hear his footsteps again, not wanting to deal with the way his eyes roam your face at all times.

"I'm back!"

Oh how I wish you'd die in one of your daily jobs.

"Did you miss me?"

Before you can say anything, two arms slither around your waist, hands resting on your stomach. All words die in your throat when he rubs his cheek on your face. The flower and scissors are set down on the table as you grab its edge for composure. When you feel him smile against your cheek, you can't help but slightly grit your teeth.

"Flowers? Who for?"

"The vase near the staircase. I thought it would look better with more flowers in it."

"I see."

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck now, sighing blissfully as his nose rubs against the skin.

“I hope you’re having a fun afternoon. I missed you so I thought I’d drop by before a meeting.”

How thoughtful. “A meeting?”

“Mhm. Did you wash your hair today? It smells nice.”

“I washed it yesterday…”

"No wonder it smells heavenly. It's your own scent."

Not given a chance to conjure up a response, his grip on you suddenly tightens. The strength he's using is borderline crushing you, and you're starting to fear for the safety of your ribs.

As panic settles in, dread slithers between the gaps when his face moves from your neck to your hair. Any possible sound dies in your throat as you feel it start to close up, not even registering the fact that a hand is wrapped around it.

"My love, had I wanted something so dry in this relationship, I would've gone for your corpse."

Your hand involuntary comes up to claw at his, the one handed choke already clouding your vision.

"I doll you up, please you, provide for you and fulfil your needs yet this is how you're showing gratefulness?"

The metacarpal bone of his thumb is pressing into your voice box and the fingertip leisurely pressing into your carotid artery with increasing pressure. Your head is spinning now, you realise, as there's hardly any strength left in your legs.

He laughs. The sick bastard just laughed in your ear like someone told a joke.

"As much as I love you being vocal, I think I'm in a more quiet mood."

Suddenly, you're spun around to face him but before you can even take in air, his lips are on yours. The hand that was on your throat slips under your shirt and runs over your back with a teasing pull to your bra hook. The other simply grabs a fistful of your hair, keeping your face in place and cutting off any air.

Legs almost jelly, you muster up any strength you can and push him away, gasping as your vision slowly comes back. His hand is still under your shirt as the other one grabs your face harshly. The two of you partake in a half-arsed staring contest as he scans your face while you fill your lungs with oxygen. When he so graciously lets go, your body is quick to lose balance and fall.

With hands now wrapped around the table leg for support, you're still in shock of what happened. Your mind goes through the events of the past few minutes in slow motion, failing to pay attention to the crazed eyes of the man in front of you. A scoff from him, and your body immediately reacts by scrambling backwards. As if being under the table could protect you from him.

“And here I was thinking you’d at least scream after that.”

Childe steps forward, blocking the light from the lamp behind him. It’s then when you see the blood stains on his grey winter coat and the splatter across his face. The light hits the back of his head, making the messier parts of his hair look like a sunset as his head is circled by a halo. He looks like a harbinger of death with that smile and dullness in his eyes.

“Come on sweetheart, you’re better than this. On your feet, get up.”

You merely hug the table leg tighter.

“Look,” he kneels down, “I’m giving you another chance. If you’re not going to respond, I’ll just try something else. I’m sick of this.”

Against your better judgement, you shake your head and attempt to speak but nothing comes out. Your throat feels impossibly dry and to the point of hurting when you try to say anything. At the revelation, you shake your head again, hoping that he’d get the hint.

“Really?”

You grab his coat, pulling it lightly with a pleading look.

“What is it?”

The tears in your eyes threaten to spill at any moment and for the second time, you feel your throat closing up.

"Well?"

Another breath prompts you to cough violently before you regain your voice a little, only able to hush out a little 'hurts'. Childe watches your pathetic state, trying to hide how your flushed face and weak exterior makes him dizzy in all the wrong ways. Oh he can't wait to absolutely ruin you.

"You'll be okay. Now get up." He tenderly cups your cheek to plant a kiss on your lips. "Come with me, I have something to show you."

"You're horrible," you whisper.

"I'm aware."

Voice raspy, you don't hesitate to look him in the eye with all the hatred you could muster, "I hate you."

"Not for long."

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

"Now get up. Do I have to repeat myself again?"

With a scowl, you allow him to grab you by the shoulders to help you stand. Your hand now unwillingly clasped in his, Childe leads you to your shared bedroom without any comments whatsoever. Once there, you're left in the middle of the room as he turns to lock the door.

Your heart drops when the click resonates through the silence, eyes cast down onto the floor as you focus on steadying your breathing.

"You haven't been talking to me like yourself recently."

Due to him being barefoot, there's no sound when he walks over to you and starts circling you like in an interrogation.

"Is there anything on your mind?"

You shake your head.

"Anyone on your mind?"

You shake your head again.

"Then why are you acting this way?"

He's right in front of you now, hands hanging at his sides as he stares you down with those cold blues.

"I'm not acting any certain way," you respond.

With narrowed eyes, he merely clicks his tongue and takes a step forward. The gravity of the situation weighs down on you when he caresses your lips with his finger.

"You're such a good kisser. I'm sure we could put those lips to good use."

Panic mixes with the blood pumping throughout your body as he starts unbuttoning his shirt, coat already forgotten on the coat rack.

"I've been busy so I didn't get to attend to you properly. I hope this makes up for it," he smiles. With his shirt sliding off his shoulders, he pulls you in by the neckline as he backtracks to the bed behind him.

"Wouldn't you bless me with your heavenly voice, sweetheart?"

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marchiekana · 10 months

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Human heater anon here, I'll just call myself Anon H,I know you're not back from your camping which I really hope you're enjoying, camping is amazing if done right. Kinda makes me wanna do it. Anyways ! I'll leave this idea here, take it or leave it ! I just need to get this out to someone.

Ahem, I had the sudden thought of a reader who's just the most chill, laid back and nonchalant person. Someone is being annoying ? Reader doesn't care and and just keeps going. Alone ? Just Vibing. Someone disagrees with them intensely ? It's cool mate. Though it sometimes attracts people to diminish the reader because they know the reader won't care so they lash out their pent up frustration. They also annoy the characters (I'll mention them after), as in they're just TOO laid back it can be a pain. I think Silver Wolf, Serval and Kafka could be neat for that. Thanks for reading my little rant.

I'm back ehehe

But anyways this prompt made me kick my legs and giggle 🤭

Also there might be some grammer or spelling mistakes cause I typed this in like half an hour

I feel like kafka would share a similar energy too but hers is more... calculated? She'd definitely try to mess with you and make bets with the other members to see who makes you angry first(which she miserably failed at ).

Oh but she loves how you are sometimes( she loves u all the time). Your laid back attitude when someone is angry with you and seeing your nonchalant answers anger the person in front of you is free entertainment for her and the best thing is the snarky comments you give each other when you're having an argument. She'd purposefully try making you angry (which she'd, again, fail to do so)

But! Sometimes, just sometimes, she doesn't really like how you don't take things very serious. Especially when you've come back hurt from a mission or fighting with someone. or if you just fell down on the stairs. She hates how you don't take your injuries seriously and that annoys her a lot. Would subtly scold you in a soft tone but even after you shrug it off and tell her that you're fine or remark on how funny it was that this happened to you, she would raise her voice and tell you how she feels about what you're doing. But no worries after a little fight she'd apologize and tell you to take care of yourself and makes sure you do so.

But if someone really tried to hurt you both physically or with their words, that person better pray for themselves.

Now for Silver Wolf, she'd.....do nothing. She doesn't care much honestly. She likes how calm and friendly you are. Loves how you don't disturb her during her gaming sessions and will be ready to teach you any game you want. And the thing is, you're the only one who doesn't make her angry while she's teaching you cause you're pretty fast learner. Unlike a certain few.

And the way you fight is quite amusing too her. You're both very similar in that. A smug, expression and taunting words. Would definitely enjoy seeing you fight while she's on the sidelines.

Serval is an absolute tease about it. No intentions of making you angry, she just thinks it's cute.

But if, by any chance you get hurt while fighting or you happened to break one of her precious games, you better get ready cause you're in for a little ride around tantrum town. She doesn't like that you just say that you'll buy her a new one or tell her that she's overreacting with that stupid smug smile of yours. Its like You're not really sorry when you really are. Your expressions just don't match Your feeling and that causes a misunderstanding and then you're gonna get silent treatment for about three days and few death glares here and there. And maybe a few petty fights....but that's ok cause she'll forgive you in the end and tell you to atleast care about her feelings.

She absolutely loves your nonchalant smile/smug! You just look so good! She likes how cool headed you are and how well you handle situations, it could be an angry customer at her shop or anyone to say the least. Its not like she can't handle the customer herself, she wants to watch you do it, with that pretty little smug on your.

But just imagine, one day you broke her favourite trinkets given to her by her brother and she was already having a bad and then sees the condition of the trinket and an awkward smile on your face as you apologize to her. On that day, you saw a Serval that was a whole different person. She scolded you, you got angry and again, with that smug, taunting smile of yours, say something to piss her off more and she leaves. You better go ask her sorry after this and buy her some flower.

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Idk buf Kafka seems a bit too ooc in the end, honestly all of them do but oh well. thanks for listening to my rant too lol 😆

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yuyan · 10 months

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The art of love pt. 2

Fluff, hurt/comfort

Kaveh x gn!reader

Tags: academic rivals to lovers, cliche confession during arguing in the rain scene don't look at me, mild cussing (not at each other), highschool au

A/n: the comfort part of this. I hope it doesn't dissapoint, I tried to do this as fast as possible so I wouldn't keep anyone waiting!

Part 1 || Master list || Requests: open

Half an hour after school and you were stuck cleaning the art room on the last day of school with Kaveh. Honestly, the only reason why it was only the two of you were cleaning the art room because the art teacher was still mad at the time you two made a huge disruption in class. It was 3 weeks ago though. Who would even hold a grudge for that long? For something they weren't even really involved in or affected by it too. At least you were almost done.

"Ok what's wrong with you?" Kaveh asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Whats wrong with me?" you asked back, the anger in your tone contrasting his.

"Yes what's wrong with you, anger is practically seeping out of you!" Kaveh said, raising his voice. "Does my prescence annoy you that much!"

"Well, apparently mine does!" you shouted, "especially when I'm trying to help you apparently!" Throwing your broom, you grabbed your bag and stormed out, slamming the door behind you.

"W-what? Huh?" Kaveh stuttered out, watching you leave.

The sweet final week that Kaveh had been waiting for what seemed like an eternity didn't have that usual sugar coat. Now it was just a bitter pile of food that Kaveh pushed aside. No one could ignore it forever though.

"They're just so frustrating and annoying and nitpicking everything I do and oh my gosh, do I hate them so much!" Kaveh ranted while Alhaithem was seriously contemplating why he walks home with Kaveh.

"Don't you like them though?" Alhaithem asked, "they gave you a note, just go talk to them."

"Whatever, Its fine!" Kaveh shouted. "It's not like I love them anyways!" Kaveh shouted, again but his shoulder shook slightly and it felt like a piece of him died when he said that. "...Plus! They're always..."

"Ah, please don't go," Kaveh whispered and took of running.

You approached the entrace of your school. The sounds of heavy rain rang through your ears, making you furrow your eyebrows and your frown etch deeper into your face. "Fuck! I can't think!" you screamed. Hot, angry tears blurred your vision and made small wet patches on your uniform. Teachers and students alike had long left due to the heavy rain and it being the last day.

Silently, you pulled out your umbrella and hovered it over your head before step out into the rain. Rain slightly flooded the area and each step was like stepping into a puddle. Your emotions were a mess and the rain did nothing but anger you further as your tried so desperately to sort them out. The rain could've been calming if it wasnt for your violent urge to kick and scream to your heart's content. Until you had no energy left but to cry silently in your cold, empty bed.

"Wait!" a voice called out. It felt more like a delusion though considering how drowned out by the rain it was.

It wasn't until a tall blonde boy in the same uniform as you, umbrella in hand appeared Infront of you that you registered it as not a figment of your imagination.

"I-...So what if I said that!" Kaveh started and immediately you knew you didn't have the time nor energy for this. You side-stepped him and started to walk away before he turned to you and yelled, "What does it mean to you!?" It came out a little desperate and was followed by heavy breathing.

Turning around, you said,"what does it mean to me? I helped you because I wanted to yet afterwards you ignore me even though I said I wanted to talk and then decide to rant about me to your friend when I hadn't done anything for weeks!"

"Well, what an I supposed to believe when every classmate of ours tells me and gossips about how you must hate me so much that you don't even want to argued with me anymore!"

"I left a note!"

"Your friends are notoriuous for meddling in your business! How am I supposed to know if it was truly from you!"

"But-"

"And if you really cared you would've I don't know, say something along the lines of 'you don't have to promise me that, asking for help is enough' or I don't know!"

"Well, I didn't expect to fall in love with you!" you shouted. Kaveh had to stop himself from dropping his umbrella in shock. "Plus, if I didn't want to help, nothing you offered would've been enough," you mumbled.

Despite the pouring rain making it harder for the two of you to speak he heard and clinger to every word you said.

"Wait, I, did I say?" you fumbled, pink invading your cheeks as you backed away from him.

You could've turned and ran, if it wasn't for his hand. That damn hand that secured tightly around your wrist. That hand that kept you in place as he stumbled forward. That hand that pulled you in as his lips met yours. Your umbrellas had knocked against each other as he leaned forward to kiss you. His lips were soft but slightly chapped despite the humid weather, kissing you slowly, like any wrong move would hurt you.

Backing away, he saw your half lidded lips open up a bit more, your cheeks glowing a brighter red.

"I-um, we're far from perfect but I think we'd be a good couple so I'm be my lover?" Kaveh asked, sounding a little unsure but you just smiled and nodded, giggling a little at his flustered expression. "Ah! Well ok Let's meet up on the holidays, you have my number!" Kaveh shouted over the rain, running off.

You waved with your free hand, watching him run off into the distance. Touching your lips, it contorted into a soft smile. He tasted like strawberries.

A/n: I've never written a kiss scene so um getting out of my comfort zone today. 😀👍

Also I headcanon that Kaveh loves strawberries cause he just such a cute pretty boy who'd probably like strawberries ok I'm not weird ok goodbye! (^o^)／

#yuyan writes #fanfiction #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin fanfiction #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #kaveh x reader #i love kaveh i promise #kaveh angst #kaveh fluff #hurt/comfort #academic rivals to lovers #enemies to lovers #genshin academic rival #kaveh academic rival #genshin fluff #genshin angst

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cookies-and-music · 2 months

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Ghost. - part 6: The Night We Parted.

This chapter's musical suggestion is Love of my life by Queen.

Part 1 here - part 7 here

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

RATING: ALL

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

This chapter is a little bit angsty but it's all for the sake of the plot.

Who am I kidding, this was angsty from the start.

Perhaps it was the influence of the TVA that transmitted this conviction to her, but Lydia felt wrong. The erroneous copy of a corrected version of herself. And she threw herself into her work, hoping to prove that this was her better version, starting a sort of insane competition with herself. The problem was that Lydia had never seen her file, afraid to know exactly what she had missed, so she didn't even know what she was competing against.

Until that moment.

The recording contained everything. Every encounter, every exchange, every glance, every moment.

"There's only one place where you can find such a source of energy." "Which is?" "The Stark Tower in New York."

Lydia glanced at Loki, who didn't take his eyes off the footage.

The file really had everything, up to her last day of life. Their whole story, from her perspective.

Midgard, 2012. Battle of New York.

"I want you back to the bunker."

Lydia shook her head amusedly. "No way, I'm finally back in New York, and there's no way I'm going back to that shithole at the end of the world."

Lydia - Agent Prichett - sat facing Loki in the small space at the back of the black jet they had stolen from SHIELD.

"I'm serious," Loki put his hands on his legs, leaning towards her "when the Chitauri arrive, the situation won't be good."

"Don’t you say? I thought you wanted to have tea with the Avengers while playing with one of your space pets."

"Lydia" he said impatiently.

"Loki" she imitated his voice.

There was silence for a moment.

"You'll lose."

"You don't know that."

"Yes, I do. They're bigger and more powerful than you, it's an uneven match" Lydia shrugged.

"But if I were to win—"

"It won't happen" she decreed, looking at him severely before taking a deep breath, softening her expression "You still have time, Loki. Stop everything, withdraw your orders."

"They'll come anyway," Loki shook his head.

"And how?"

Loki didn't answer, and Lydia exhaled a frustrated breath.

Back at the TVA, all of that, Loki knew. He had seen it. What he hadn't seen was everything Lydia had done once they arrived in New York.

When the Avengers arrived in New York, Lydia led Black Widow to the platform where, from the device containing the Tesseract, the beam that created the portal between worlds originated.

"How do we destroy it?" "With this" Lydia raised Loki's scepter with a smirk. "How did you get that?" Romanoff raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you know me, I have a couple of aces up my sleeve" Lydia shrugged. "Well, how do we do it?"

TVA, 2021

After closing the portal, Lydia and Natasha Romanoff descended from the tower to rush to support the other members of the ground team with what remained of the Chitauri. It was at that point that debris from a building collapsed, hitting Agent Princhett, and on the screen appeared the words

<Lydia Pinchett - End of recording>.

Lydia shrugged as she couldn't take her eyes off the footage. Her death had been so... unheroic. A piece of debris? Seriously? Of course, not all endings have to be particularly grandiose, but that... that was pathetic. Not to mention the fact that she had just found out that Loki, the man sitting next to her, who had organized the closest thing to a TVA picnic under the stars, had tried to destroy her entire world and had torn apart a good percentage of New York.

Loki, for his part, had his brain spinning.

"What... what happened?"

"I died."

"Yes, I got that," he turned to her, "I mean in New York. Why did you lead her there? I mean... I would have won."

Lydia raised an eyebrow, moving her eyes from him to the screen.

"Why... why did you betray me?" Loki turned his torso towards her.

"Loki... she was never on your side," Lydia shook her head, looking at Loki's hurt expression.

"That's not true... we, I mean you and I... you saw the same thing I saw. There was complicity, there was—"

"Manipulation, Loki," she interrupted him, "that's what I saw. Every time she talked to you, she wasn't just curious about your motivations, she didn't want to know you because you interested her. She was interrogating you."

Loki shook his head, turning to the other side.

"I know it hurts, but it's true," Lydia extended a hand, placing it on his shoulder, but Loki shrugged it off, "I'm sorry you misunderstood."

"Misunderstood?" Loki turned abruptly, "You deceived me!"

"Me? I didn't do anything. While those things were happening, I was here," she pointed a finger at herself, "Variant, remember?"

But Loki didn't listen; he was lost in his thoughts and anger.

"It's your fault if I lost."

"I didn't ask you to attack my planet. I'm only guilty of defending my home," she shook her head annoyed.

"I trusted you, I opened up to you, and you stabbed me in the back."

"From what pulpit comes the preaching," Lydia forced a laugh, "what do you want, Loki? Apologies for something I didn't do?" she raised her voice slightly.

"You hurt me!"

"I didn't!" she yelled, standing up, "As far as I'm concerned, I only met you a few weeks ago!"

"But you're her," Loki stood too, pointing to the screen, "and if there's one thing I know for sure, it's that people don't change," he shook his head with a bitter smile, "a backstabber doesn't wait for anything but the right moment to strike again."

"And you're certainly an expert at that," she spat, approaching him.

Loki stared at her for a moment before bending slightly so they were face to face.

"At least I know who I am."

They stared at each other full of anger for long endless seconds before Lydia took a breath through clenched teeth.

"It's not my fault you fell in love with someone who manipulated you."

Loki could have started a long speech, probably accompanied by a presentation with about twenty slides, about the fact that this wasn't love. But it wouldn't have made sense. The only relevant issue is that the eyes he had in front of him, those he had just believed were the sweetest and brightest in the universe, now seemed to him those of a viper.

"Get back to your work, Prichett, trample anyone who stands between you and your mission since it's the only thing you care about."

Loki passed her, giving her a slight push. He strode across the room and left through the door, slamming it shut behind him.

"You fucking murderer!" She screamed, trembling with anger.

Lydia grabbed the computer keyboard and, with a scream, threw it against a wall. "I didn't do anything!" she grabbed the monitor and, tearing out all the wires, threw it to the other side of the room, repeating louder, "I didn't do anything!!" as she trembled and tears covered her face.

She collapsed into the chair, rested her head on the desk, and covered it with her arms while repeating softly, with a voice interrupted by sobs, "I didn't do anything."

No more starry skies for these two. Next chapter will be connected to canon events. Please go on supporting as I'm writing a short sequel. Or I'll just make this fic longer. Dunno. Ps. Should I make a masterlist with all the links for this fic? Is it even needed?

#fanfic #loki series #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x oc #loki season 2 #loki x reader images #loki x you #loki x y/n #tva!loki #tva!lokixreader #tva!lokixoc #tom hiddleston

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melded-galaxy · 12 days

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Ultimis Richtofen: Throughout the years

Part 2 of 3: Shit Gets Wacky

Call of the dead: After the teleporter malfunctions, Richtofen and the gang get stuck in a pitch-black closet. Shenanigans ensue. While waiting for the team of unfortunate celebrities to retrieve what he needs, Richtofen sexually assaults Dempsey twice, gets everybody hammered to distract them from any pesky resurfacing traumatic memories, designates potty areas and schemes.

Not much to say about this one, err, Richtofen's extremely horny and making it everyone else's problem, I guess? There we go.

Shangri La: Somehow, Richtofen is hornier.

The doctor is attracted to the statue of himself the natives built. He's constantly hitting on Nikolai in the jungle and makes incredibly sus remarks about the spike trap and the water gaiser. Clearly, the sexual frustration is real.

Richtofen's childlike tendencies also get even more exaggerated in this map. 'Weee!! My shoes go squeaky squeaky!' '*gasps* Spectre! It almost sounds like doctor!' 'Ah the beer of the root! Aha, I said root...'

It's implied Edward's mother used to scold him for playing with toys meant for girls and for frequently masturbating. 'Mother said I shouldn't play with dolls... or myself, but I don't always do what mother likes.'

Furthermore, he becomes enraged when mentioning his upbringing. 'this reminds me of my childhood-STOP TALKING TO ME!!'

Richtofen is becoming a better marksman through much practice. 'Either their heads are getting bigger, or I'm getting better!' 'Sniping's an art of which I am a master!'

Curiously, Edward doesn't remember his time ruling the natives, only remarking that the temple seems familiar to him and that he likes the scenery. Element 115-induced memory loss strikes again.

Plotwise, Richtofen manages to get his hands on the focusing stone and is about to teleport to the moon, when Dempsey yet again fires a wonder weapon inside of the teleporter. This causes the machine to malfunction and the gang make an unplanned trip to the Pentagon.

Classified: Classified is a bit of a confusing and abrupt entry, as it was added in bo4 to a story that took place all the way back in bo1, but a really interesting one.

Richtofen is quite a bit calmer here than in previous maps. His voice is also lower pitched for the most part. Out of universe, I think Nolan North said that he struggled to reach the same pitch as he had before, possibly because of both time passing and how used he got to voicing the much calmer Primis version of the character, but I'm not 100 percent sure. In universe, this is probably just because Ricky's tired and has less energy in this map, lol. He just got done fighting countless hordes in Shangri-la after all. Old man needs a nap.

He's starting to get impatient when it comes to fulfilling his plan to take over the MPD. 'One day, I won't HAVE to perform such menial tasks.' 'Are we on the moon yet?' 'Mock me all you want, one day soon I will be the one doing all the mocking!'

Dempsey hilariously mocks Richtofen's high-pitched voice in this map lol. 'What's wrong Richtofen? You scared? I thought I heard a little *Aaah!*'

When reviving Dempsey, Richtofen claims the man owes him a 'favour'. What that entails is (thankfully) never elaborated on. 'I hope you remember this, Dempsey. I shall want a favour in return.'

Edward alludes to Germany and Japan's alliance in WW2 when Takeo revives him. 'Ah I knew I could count on you, Axis old buddy old pal!'

Richtofen's getting better at hitting them headshots. 'I wasn't even trying! Hard.' 'I think that might be my tenth headshot of the day. Hooray!'

Samantha reveals to Edward that she's seen everything he will do if he manages to gain control of the MPD. She also warns him that they cannot use the aether, it will use them. 'Oh, SO brave, Teddy! You come all this way, just to possess the aether's powers! What was it you wanted? Oh ja, to find Agartha! As if it will somehow solve all your problems! How...childish. Do you want to know, Edward? What I've learned about this place? The aether is not for us. Not me. Not you. Not anyone. We do not use it. It uses us!' 'If you acquire this power, I know what you will do. I have seen everything. Do not worry, Teddy, I won't ruin the big surprise! It would make your sad little head explode! Besides, it doesn't matter because I won't let you take it!'

Hypocritically, he complains about Samantha's voice and screaming, despite, well... everything.

Classified's hidden logs reveal that after ww2 ended, Richtofen cut a deal with both the Americans and Russians to split Group 935's employees and research. Richtofen also revealed to both governments that Griffin Station was on the moon, which helped to ignite the space race.

A personal log Richtofen recorded reveals he did this on October 10th 1945. The friendship between Richtofen and Doctor Schuster appeared to be waning, no doubt due to Richtofen's unhinged mental state. When Schuster protests about dividing Group 935's staff and resources amongst the Americans and Russians, Richtofen tells him that: 'Everything Group 935 stood for died the day Maxis made that infernal deal with the Reichstag. You und I both know this to be true. Listen to me und understand. Our technological development with 115 has the envy of the entire world! These agreements guarantee our work will continue in America und Russia, and that they will continue with our scientists at the helm! I am sorry... but for our work to live on, Group 935 must come to an end. Oh cheer up Doctor Schuster, I have asked that you go to the Americans, it'll be good for your... softer side.'

So, weirdly enough, Richtofen still hated the deal Maxis made with the Nazis, even long after he was corrupted by the apothicons. He's also still fond enough of Schuster to bother guaranteeing the man's safe well-being with the Americans rather than the Russians, as he would no doubt be treated better by them.

Later on in the same log, Schuster pleads with Richtofen to tell him the truth about why he's doing all of this and what he's planning. Edward only laughs and tells him that he will be 'well taken care of.'

On a passing note, I recommend checking out all of Classified's logs/phone messages/punch cards if you haven't already. They contain a ton of fascinating lore about pretty much the entire storyline. Seriously, go do it, it's great stuff.

Moon: Here we are, at the finale of Bo1's zombie storyline! As we all know, this is the map that Richtofen finally completes his grand scheme to take over the MPD and subsequently the world. He does this by swapping bodies with Samantha and then attempts to kill Sam and the rest of Ultimis 'But! Not before we continue the game'. Maxis also comes into play, via being absorbed into Griffin Station's computer systems, and succeeds in weakening Richtofen's connection to the aether by blowing the Earth up with missiles with help from Samantha, Dempsey, Takeo and Nikolai. As revealed much later on in the story, Samantha and Ultimis don't die, rather they eventually manage to teleport back to Area 51 where they are subsequently captured and experimented on by the Americans.

Richtofen's getting laughably bad at hiding secrets. It almost feels like he's mocking the rest of Ultimis for their naivety. 'Wow, look at this place! A place I've never ever been before... ever. Someone turn on the power.' 'FINALLY IT WILL BE MINE! I mean, hey I think we're in space!'

He claims to be a very good hacker. 'My mad haxor skills are only eclipsed by my mad scientist skills. And it's very close.'

He seems to not know the English word 'excavator', or has forgotten it. 'That big diggy thingy is going to FUCK US UP!' 'Hm, it seems the big diggy thingy is going to mess up this rig.'

The doc also hints that he may know about alternative realities, something that comes into effect much later on in the story. 'Nothing happened... at least in this reality.'

He ponders turning Griffin Station into a thrill park if his plan to take over the MPD fails (based and thrill pilled): 'If this plan fails, I should build a thrill park here!'

Unsurprisingly, he seems to harbour a dislike for American women. This could also double as a leaning on the fourth wall moment, lol. 'What is with Groph's obsession with American women? All they ever do is PLAY GAMES!'

Interestingly, or perhaps terrifyingly, Edward shows interest in having children of his own. 'I hope this drink doesn't affect my fertility. Oh, the thought of little doctors!'

More of Richtofen being a huge hypocrite; he mocks Maxis's German accent despite having an even stronger German accent that's more exaggerated.

Hope you guys are enjoying this analysis so far! Part 3 might take a bit longer, quite a bit to get through. I'm really enjoying researching all of this, even if it's taking a shit ton of time lol. I'm sure there's still stuff i've missed or forgotten to mention, so feel free to add anything of note in replies/tags!

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tickly-giggles · 10 months

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Can we have a drabble for lee!Hawks, prompt 12, with his wings? I'm a sucker for lee!Hawks and especially ticklish wings! Only if you want to, tho!!

YES OF COURSE YOU CAN, ANON! Thank you for sending this in, I've been waiting for someone to send one!

A/N: Some sentence starters are a little awkward for me to put directly at the beginning, so this one is a little further down, but it's there! This isn't necessarily connected to my current DabiHawks tk universe, but if you wanna think of this as a little flashback type deal, then go for it! Also, I decided to make this a college AU, cuz I couldn't find a proper way to make it in the normal universe and have Hawks be struggling with something that has a deadline that he could fail on. So, college AU it is! A quick thought just popped into my mind, though, about renewing hero licenses, though I don't know if that's a thing. REGARDLESS, ENOUGH RAMBLING-

Warning: Tickle fic ahead!

Prompt: "I'm gonna fail if I don't finish before the deadline."

Characters: Dabi, Hawks

Shipping: Technically DabiHawks, I promise they'll get together soon, guys

Lee: Hawks

Ler: Dabi

Word Count: 1,072

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Yet another sleepless night of never ending studying put Keigo into quite the irritated mood. He sat at his desk in front of his laptop, head in his hands, the screen displaying a document that currently only had three paragraphs written. Birds started chirping outside his window as light from the sunrise began streaming into his dorm. With a frustrated sigh, he looked up at his computer screen and glared at the document. He had never been this stressed in his life.

Keigo’s overthinking was abruptly interrupted by a low groan and the shuffling of bed sheets from behind him. Touya slipped out from under the covers and stretched, then he looked over at his roommate, who had his back turned to him and was still staring at the laptop.

“You’re up early,” Touya commented, shivering as his bare feet hit the floor.

“Haven’t slept,” Keigo replied curtly.

Touya frowned and stood, walking over to his roommate. Empty energy drink cans littered his desk, and a small pile of dirty plates sat beside his laptop. When was the last time he even moved from his chair?

“You gotta get some sleep, Keigo,”

Touya said as he reached for the laptop. He huffed when Keigo swatted his hand away,

“When’s the last time you showered?”

“Like, last night or something?”

“Bullshit,”

Touya hissed, glaring at Keigo, who refused to look at him,

“I had a hard time getting to sleep cuz your sleep deprived ass wouldn’t go to bed, and that damn laptop is brighter than my fire.”

“Tsk. Whatever, I just need to get this done.”

“You need to look after yourself.”

“I’m fine, Touya.”

“You’re not fine,”

the hot head crossed his arms,

“Your wings are drooping.”

“Dude, I’m gonna fail if I don’t finish before the deadline,”

Keigo finally turned to his friend,

“You know how important this essay is! It’s due tomorrow, and I barely have anything written down. I know how my quirk works and how I can use it in battle, but I can’t explain it!”

he growled and slammed his fist on the desk,

“Why is an essay gonna be the deciding factor of if I graduate or not?!”

Touya sighed and rubbed his roommate’s head soothingly,

“Relax, birdbrain. It isn’t the end of the world. You still have a whole day to get it done,”

he then took Keigo’s hand and tugged gently,

“But you need sleep first. You won’t be able to think properly if you’re running on fumes.”

“I can’t sleep right now,” Keigo groaned,

“Please leave me alone.”

Touya glared at his friend, getting more frustrated as time passed. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head, and his annoyed expression quickly transformed into a mischievous one.

“Fine,”

he huffed as he walked behind Keigo and positioned himself at his wings that hung over the back of the chair,

“I guess I’ll have to make you.”

“What does that even me-HEEEHEHEAN! NONONO TOUYA STOHOHOHOP!”

Keigo shrieked with sudden, uncontrollable laughter. Touya smirked as he dug into his friend’s fluffy wings, then yelped when one of them flapped a little too hard and smacked him right in the face.

“You little shit,” the hot head grumbled.

“I-I’m sohohorry,”

Keigo whined, standing up and holding his hands up in surrender while his roommate approached him,

“Touya, please, I’ll go to sleep, just anything but this– TOUYA!!”

Touya wasted no time, pouncing on his winged friend and pinning him to the bed, then scribbling all ten of his fingers over his sensitive feathers. Ever since they were children, Touya knew Keigo’s worst spot was his wings. He loved tormenting him whenever he got on his nerves, or even if he was just bored. His friend never failed to provide an entertaining experience.

“Too little too late, Keigo,”

the hot head smirked evilly, savoring his trapped roommate’s screams of ticklish agony,

“You should’ve decided before I had to resort to this. ‘sides, you hit me with your wings. I deserve some payback for that.”

“IHIHIHIT WAS AN AHAHAHACCIDENT, YOU PRIHIHIHICK!” Keigo cackled, thrashing helplessly,

“YOU WERE TIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHEHE! I COULDN’T HEHEHELP IHIHIT!”

“Not my problem,”

Touya shrugged, moving his fingers toward where Keigo’s wings connected to his back, and he chuckled as his friend’s laughter became more high pitched and desperate,

“Poor little Keigo. Can’t handle it, huh? Is it too much? You poor thing~.”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUP!!”

“Awww, does teasing get to you? Hmm? Does it make it worse?”

he leaned in closer to Keigo’s flushed face, still talking in that sickeningly effective baby voice,

“Do you like it when I tease you? Huh, little birdie~?”

“TOHOHOHOUYA, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Keigo felt extremely hot, and he pushed at Touya’s face with one hand while covering his own with his other hand.

“Ohh~? Do you like that nickname, little birdie? Does it make you flustered? Ah ah ah, don’t cover your face,”

Touya huffed and quickly grabbed Keigo’s wrists, pinning them above his head and giving him a little breather,

“Or I’ll make you regret it~.”

The winged student swallowed nervously and stared deeply into his friend’s eyes while catching his breath. He’d be lying if he said this wasn’t exciting and fun, but he still had his paper to write. He frowned and averted his gaze.

“Can I go back to working on my paper, please?”

“Your paper will be there.”

“Touya, let me up.”

“Nope.”

“Touya–”

“That’s it.”

Laughter once again rang throughout the dorm room, only stopping when Keigo’s boisterous cackling turned into silent hysteria. Touya knew he wasn’t going to listen, so he had no choice but to tire him out enough so that he wouldn’t even think of anything but sleep.

About an hour had passed when the hot head finally decided to let up, and his plan had worked. Keigo fell asleep almost instantly after the tickle attack, and Touya tucked him in gently. He smiled as his roommate snored peacefully. It was an adorable sight - his flushed face stained with mirth and a small smile resting on his lips. He looked so comfortable. Touya sighed fondly and ran his fingers through Keigo’s soft hair, his eyes lingering on his lips for longer than he would admit. Finally, he walked over to the desk and made sure to save his friend’s work before closing the laptop, and began cleaning up the mess. He was positive Keigo would do better once he got some rest.

Request a drabble~

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softxsuki · 1 year

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hi!! id like to make an urgent request please :)

tw !! mention of self harm / new sh wounds , mention of a blade

if you’re alright with it, id like to request a (romantic) hawks x gn!reader where hawks walks in on reader relapsing.

ive recently grown more and more stressed and tired lately, like my energy is constantly being drained and no matter how hard i try im not enough to stop it. and i wanna reach out for help cause i know i have friends who care about me but i just cant for some reason—i dont feel the need to ask for help cause i just dont think i deserve it. no matter how many times ill comfort others i was never strong enough to ask for the same comfort, and instead of going to someone and talking about it i turn to my blade.

hawks is a big comfort character of mine and my current hyperfix, and as embarassing as it is—reading comfort fanfics of him is a way of coping with it all. so id gladly appreciate if you could write this for me :) ++ if possible, id love if youd be able to include hawks cleaning reader’s cuts, cleaning them bringd me a sense of comfort and id love to see that in the fic.

but if you’re uncomfy about anything at all, no worries ! you dont have to write this if you dont wanna :) have a lovely day<3

Hawks Comforting Reader After They Self-Harm

please do not read if any kind of mentions of self-harm will do you more harm than good!

Pairing: Hawks x Gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of self harm, blade, blood, scars

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Drabble

Word Count: 750

Summary: In which your BF Hawks catches you self harming and cleans up your fresh cuts

[A/N: Hey hey, so sorry for taking so long to write this, I know it was urgent. I just happened to get sick randomly and couldn't focus to write. But I finally got this done for you! I hope you're still around to read it </3. Hopefully it provides you with some comfort. Always go to others for help before taking matters into your own hands. Even if you feel like you can't, I'm sure the people in your life would love to help you out <3 I'm here too if you ever need anything! Enjoy!]

You look back and forth between the bloody mess in front of you to the panicked face of Keigo who had walked in on you.

He was supposed to be gone for the whole day, patrolling his designated area until later that evening. Who knew he’d stop by to check in on you, hoping to have lunch together before continuing his patrol duties. Yet, coming home to you hovering over the bathroom sink with blood dripping from your delicate skin was not what he expected at all.

Of course he knew about your history with self-harm and could very clearly see all your past scars on your body, but he never expected to see you actively harm yourself in front of him.

“Y/N…” He starts cautiously, eyeing the blade in your hands as you shake with regret.

“I’m sorry,” you cry, dropping the blade in the sink and moving your bleeding wrists away from his view, but he quickly closes the space between you.

Gentle hands grab your own and inspect the damage done. He rolls up the sleeves of his hero suit and gets to work on cleaning you up. With a clean towel he dabs the blood away, applying slight pressure to help stop the bleeding a little, whispering an apology whenever you flinch from the pain.

He’s silent; contemplating how he let it get this far. He was a hero for crying out loud and the one person he wanted to keep safe the most out of everyone else in the world, managed to get harmed while he was away. He was angry and frustrated at himself that he couldn’t prevent the fresh cuts on your arms. All those nights he kissed your scars and whispered sweet promises of love and protection were all for nothing. Why couldn’t he be more useful to you?

“Keigo, I didn’t mea-” you start, but he quickly cuts you off as he finishes applying the bandage wrap to your wrist.

“I’m sorry. This isn’t your fault, it’s mine. I should have known something was off, I should have paid more attention and been around to help instead of being out. I’m sorry.”

He presses kisses to your bandaged wrist, just wishing that he could have the magical healing power that Recovery Girl’s kisses had. He wished he could kiss all your pain away and face it all himself in your stead.

“No, no, this is all on me. You’re always there for me, telling me how much you love me and trying your best to encourage me and lift me up, but I always hold back,” you confess, snatching your arms away from him in guilt, “You’re so busy as it is saving everyone. I don’t want to add to your burdens with my own problems as well. I thought I could deal with it all alone, but I failed. I turned back to my blade because it was too much to bear on my own.”

He sighs, and this time brings you into his arms in an embrace, “That’s because we’re not meant to go through these things alone, babe. Even as a hero I don’t do things on my own either. I have a whole agency backing me up along with my other fellow heroes. No one can accomplish anything on their own without hurting themselves. So please let me be there for you to help you as much as you’ve helped me.”

Silent sobs escape your lips as he continues to hold you and speak.

“All those days when you held me after I failed to save someone. All those nights you patched me up after a mission and I stubbornly refused to go to a hospital; let me be there for you for all your tough times as well. Let me be the one to gather you up again and listen to all your worries, don’t fight your battles alone anymore. I promise you’re not a bother to me at all. I want to be there for you. It’s my job,” he reassures you.

“All right,” you sniffle, finally wrapping your own arms around him, accepting his comfort.

He calls the agency afterwards, letting them know that he can’t come in for the rest of the day and instead spends his time with you. Listening intently to everything that’s been bubbling up in your heart, right by your side, wiping your tears away and giving you his unconditional support and love. He’s definitely making sure you don’t deal with things on your own anymore :)

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Posted 3/5/2023

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SEVEN OF PENTACLES || CHOI SAN

Summary: After all the blue days San had working hard for his goals, you decided it was time to reward him with a night he'd never forget.

Part of Ateez Tarot Event July 2023

Learn more about this card here

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Pairing: San x Fem reader

Word count: 1K

Tags/warnings: established relationship, non-idol!AU, surgical intern!San, sub!San, mommy!reader, mommy kink, hand job, unprotected sex, dirty talk, some fluffy smut cuz this is pretty domestic

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong @babesindestroyland

ENJOY!

San let himself fall back on your shared bed with a loud groan, sighing deeply. "You okay there sweetie?" You asked, closing your book. "I'm just... exhausted honestly. The amount of work I have to put into this is just-"

"I know honey... you make insane hours... but it'll all be worth it, you know? You'll be the best," you said, placing a kiss on his forehead. "I'm just so... frustrated," he sighed. You felt bad for him, but becoming a surgeon was his dream and there's only one way to make his dream happen.

When you noticed a small twitch in his pants you noticed he's insanely sex deprived. He doesn't even get the time or energy to jerk off, it must hurt. "I can help you, if you want to, honey," you smiled. "You would...? Because-" "Sweetheart... I'd love to help you... just lay against the pillows for me baby and I'll make you feel good," you smiled.

He nodded, feeling a bit shy as he propped himself up against the soft white pillows. You pulled down his pants and underwear, leaving his sweater on, but shoving it up to reveal his tight abs. His body was so gorgeous, it baffled you everytime. Because he's up and running all day he also stays in shape, which you are very glad about. Just looking at him could get you off.

You kissed him gently, hands sliding over his thighs and hips, tracing his v-line and pressing kisses down his barely visible happy trail. "Just let me play with your pretty cock tonight and everything shall be fine," you cooed, taking his cock in your hands. "I should actually study for a littl-" You pressed your finger against his soft, plush lips. "Nuh-uh," you said, spitting on his dick.

Your hands slowly worked up and down on his length, making him fully erect, huffing and puffing with every stroke. You knew how incredibly pent up he was and you were happy to relieve his stress.

Him being a surgical intern meant incredibly long hours, hard work and absolute exhaustion, which lead to a non-existing sexlife. The other interns fooled around with each other but you and San were confident in staying true to each other. You knew you didn't have to be afraid for any cheating-incidents.

"That feels so good," he moaned out softly, feeling himself get pulled into a pool of pleasure. Suddenly everything hit twice as hard as he came. He whimpered softly as he muttered an apology for coming so quickly.

"Oh sweetheart... that's okay... we're not done," you smiled as you felt his hot cum drizzle down your hands. You started to pump his dick up and down, quicker than before. He whined at the sensitivity of his cock, gripping the bedsheets tight in his fists.

"Mommy, mommy!" He panted out, begging for more. "Yes, dear? Want mommy to suck your cock too? You want it? Or do you want mommy's pussy?" San could barely reply when you started rubbing your thumb through his slit, making him a hot mess. "P-pussy, want mommy's pussy!" His begging made you smile, knowing he truly needed you the most.

You took off your pants and underwear and positioned yourself on his lap. "Ready, prince? Gonna fill mommy up, right?" He nodded vigorously, placing his hands on your hips. They roamed over your silky skin as you hit your pussy a few times with his rigid cock.

"Please, mommy, fuck me, fuck me right," he moaned as you sank down on his cock. You started rocking your hips, bouncing lightly on his cock as he dug his nails into your soft skin. "Momm-y-mommy!" He whined, feeling your wetness clench around his hard length.

''You like that, little prince, you love it when mommy fucks you don't you?'' ''Yes, yes mommy, oh god, this feels so good, so perfect, so wet,'' he moaned. His head was thrown back against the soft pillow, eyes rolling back.

"So good for me Sanie, so good for me," you moaned out. San brought his hands to your breasts, massaging and playing with them. "You wanna fill mommy up? Wanna fill mommy with your cum? Make me all yours, baby, come on, give it to me then," you smirked.

You started rubbing your clit fast as you moved faster on your boyfriend's dick, making him moan loudly. "Yes, please, l-let me!" San whined. Normally you would have teased him for a while, but you already felt so bad for him, you decided to be sweet and go easy on your lover tonight.

"Go ahead, prince, give it to me, cum in my pussy, pump me full of your cum," you moaned louder, feeling your own orgasm coming as well. San nodded and fucked up into you, coming as soon as he did so.

You felt his hot cum shoot inside you, taking you over the edge. You moaned loudly as you shook and shuddered, riding out your orgasms as you embraced each other, placing your lips on his. A few minutes later you got off his cock, laying next to him against his chest as you felt his cum spilling out of you, dripping down your thigh.

San looked much more relaxed, cock flaccid against his stomach. He looked happy, holding you in his arms. You kissed his soft cheek, bringing your boyfriend a smile, showing off his cute dimples that you once fell for, years ago, when he was still a young boy.

"I love you, baby, you did so well for me," you smiled softly, patting his head. San nodded and smiled, holding you tight in his arms. His arms were your safe haven. Even when you more often than not took control in the bedroom, rocking his world, he was still your strong man, your protector and you loved him for it. He was proud of it too, and it made him attractive to be so comfortable in his masculinity.

"I love you too, thank you for helping me out here." "No worries, honey, I'm always here. In 4 years you'll be a resident and you can put a baby in me," you winked. San grinned and nodded. "Can't wait, babes."

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