#<3 had fun w this. ok gn now

[dracwife]

Idk if ur still taking them but 🩸 and 🤝 for Astarion! Hope ur well :o) -hamsterwife

thank u ! hope ur evening is going well : ]

🩸 - "is that blood?" + 🤝 - "let me help you, please."

"Darling, for as mysterious a creature as you put yourself out to be, you are not very subtle."

"What does that mean?"

Astarion scoffs, fingers curling gently into the hair of his lover, carding through the raven locks, taking a particular care and gentleness at each knotted tangle that lay on the underside of the sorcerer's mane.

"It means, my dear, your heart could simply not beat any louder."

"Well, that's really no fault of mine, is it? You and your vampiric hearing, and whatnot. Is it an elf thing as well?"

"Dearest, you are an elf."

"Ah, half-elf, and perhaps in a different life. This body does not perceive the world anymore in ways that you are familiar with, I assure you. I've no better hearing than the human spirit that still lingers clouded in my heart this evening. And so it has been as such for many years," they shift in the rogue's lap, sitting slightly more up-right so that their back may lean against the other's chest, "Until it vacates my mind completely, I've not a single advantage over the average human senses."

"A roundabout way to admit you're growing old, love."

"Maybe so. But what, pray tell, draws your attention so close to me now? I can guess my heart flutters no more or less on the average night with you."

"I'm just --"

"Hungry?"

"Parched. The hunger never subsides, as you well know by now."

Il-Mourruirí's head falls gently to the side as the ponder, though the longer they sit that way the more Astarion wonders himself if it is more or less an invitation. The fire crackles and snaps as the thought crosses his mind, nearly assuaging him there in the cool eve. The distant, but steady breathing of the rest of the dozing group stops him. Perhaps it is not the place. He feels then, a strange sensation worming -- quite literally -- its way into his mind. And shortly after, a voice, dripping with that strange accent and cadence that he has grown so fond of.

"Let me help you."

A hand, the hand of his lover snakes around the back of his own neck, pulling him just a tad closer in his moment of hesitation, an explicit invitation now, a plead, even. Perhaps just a taste --

But he stops himself as his breath fans their neck, fangs bared. His teeth drag across their skin, but do not break it. Instead, he places a gentle kiss just below the beating of their pulse. Though he retains his composure upright, his hands pull then just a little bit closer, fingers tug just a little harder at their hair.

They sigh, and roll off of him, disappearing much to Astarion's dispair; But they return after a moment, and produce a small bottle, unlabelled and dark.

"Is that...?"

"Blood."

"Where did you get it?"

"I must keep some secrets, you know, or else it's no fun. I am, after all, a 'creature of mystery,' I believe is how you said it?"

"Perhaps it's for the better, then."

They press a kiss to the top of his head, where wild silver curls after a long day of travel and fighting, mumbling something of "Perhaps it is," before retreating to their shared tent.

Astarion looks at the bottle, then towards the tent.

"Ah," he finally sighs, uncorking the thing, "Best not look a gift Worg in the mouth."

[ashen-char]

take my pure 🔞

ship: max fox (better things) x gender neutral reader (reader has a penis bc of the g!p request but i kept it gn bc the other request used "they")

warnings: explicit smut, losing virginity, reader has a penis

summary: max is more than happy to be your first - to ensure that your first time is perfect, to show you how good it can be.

word count: 3700+

notes: knocking out a few requests with this one. g!p request here, and requests for reader's first time w max here and here. g!p won the poll so i hope to write things like this more often for you guys! ALSO written as a happy bday gift to my 100th follower <3

Max has done her best to be patient with you. Respectful of the fact that, yknow, you're inexperienced. That you want to take things slow. You're not the type to rush into stuff headfirst like Max is. You know she's done more, that she wants you. It's kinda sweet how she asks you if you're OK even if you're doing something as simple as making out, just because she doesn't want to scare you off. 

"Hey, babe?" Max asks you one day, while you two are cuddling on her bed. Her hands stroke at your stomach, fingers slightly grazing down and playing with the waistband of your boxers. "I was thinking, like... what's the farthest you've ever gone with someone?"

Your eyes widen with the question since it seemed so out of the blue. Then again, Max always said what was on her mind, be that normal or not. "Uh, well, we've made out a bunch, obviously," you tell her.

"Right." The way she pauses lets you know that Max wants you to keep going, that you haven't answered what she wants to hear.

You keep your eyes on Max's, watching if she's at all uncomfortable or jealous with the answer. You want to be honest, but not make her upset. "Besides that, I guess me and my last girlfriend... touched a little. Like, under the bra. She tried to cop a feel of my junk once, but I shut that down." You frown at the memory. The rest of that hang-out was awkward, and you felt bad, but you weren't ready. You don't regret standing your ground though.

"Just under the bra, huh? That's it?" she teases. It's like Max knew you were getting in your head, because one of her hands comes up and cups your face. You lean into it. Turn your head and press a kiss to her palm.

Your arm goes to pull Max in, wanting her closer. She relaxes you. You've never really had that before. Past relationships were all filled with nerves and uncertainty. Max makes everything feel obvious, especially with how confident she is, even when she messes up.

"I kinda regretted moving away back then. Like, it felt good," you admit. "But no one else had ever touched it but me, so I was a little too nervous to go further." That moment didn't feel right. Now you know that it was because your ex was the wrong girl. She wasn't as awesome and right for you as Max.

Max giggles softly, pressing against you and letting you pull her against you. "Not lame at all, babe," she assures, her hand moving lower, tracing patterns on your abdomen. You resist the urge to flex, knowing she'll tease you for trying to impress her. You can't help how nervous she still makes you. How cool you want her to think you are. "It's... cute, actually. Makes me feel special, you know? That I'll get to be your first."

First. It used to be a daunting thought. Exes pushing you, saying it wasn't a big deal, telling you how excited they were to eventually take it. Like your body was something fun for them to experience. But not Max. She likes the thought because it proves how much you, the person not the body, trusts her. You think it might be fun, with Max. Because of Max. It makes you want to push through those nerves.

She looks up at you. You recognise that look in her eyes, how they sparkle with mischief. "...what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" you ask, wary but playful in tone. You poke her cheek and laugh when that makes Max laugh as well.

"You've never gone under my bra," she says.

The thought of Max's... well. You flush at the thought, the image of it, like your brain's stopping you from even thinking of her chest. Bare. Would her, uh, you know, be as pink and tender as her lips?

You really need to get over it. They're just words. You've seen Max's breasts before - seen them when she'd tease you by sending you nudes, or the couple of times she's changed in front of you because "she really doesn't care, just stay" in Max's words. You never really let yourself look, so sure that you'd stare and pop a boner or something. And pictures don't do them justice.

Max gives you little time to prepare. With two hands, she takes hold of yours, and, with a gentle tug, brings your hand under her shirt. "Go up when you feel ready," she says. Her eyes are fixed on yours, but she closes them when she leans in and sweetly gives you a kiss. It's then when you let your fingers splay open, reaching up, releasing a shaky breath when you feel it. Soft. Malleable. 

You squeeze, and she moans and, fuck, you feel the blood rushing down between your legs. This is when alarm bells would ring, telling you to move away before she feels your semi. But not with Max. Maybe it would be overkill to say you feel completely ready, but you don't feel scared at least. Spurred by your excitement and the feel of her soft tits in your hands, you begin to massage and explore, watching how Max reacts. Her shivers, her moans, her whimpers.

"Are you sure this is your first time?" she huffs out, as you're switching from one to the other. "You're too good at this."

"I- uh-" You don't know what you want to say. Nothing really. At this point, you're tenting your boxers something fierce and hoping Max doesn't tease you about it. "I'm not really doing anything. You feel good," is what you end up landing on, proud when you don't stutter too bad.

You feel her nipples pebble under your touch, how your palm grazes over it and it makes Max bite her lip and mumble out a "fuck".

When you don't freak out and let her know it's getting a bit too quick for you, her thumbs slip under the straps of her tank top. "You can take it off, if you want, babe," Max offers. You know there's no bra underneath, and you think you might die if her perfect tits were suddenly out, so you appreciate the warning.

"Honestly, I like where my hands are," you say. Admitting that peeling her tank top off would make you actually combust in your pants is too embarrassing anyways. "But I want to see you."

You watch as she strips her shirt and your heart thumps like it did the first time because she's just that gorgeous. Her pale skin is pretty. Her nipples are as pink as you imagined, but there's a tinge of red now, like they're begging to be touched. The beauty marks that pepper her upper body look like constellations, and you've spent a non-zero amount of time fantasising about kissing them. So you do. Max's breathing is getting heavy and you can feel it in how her chest rises and falls, can feel her heartbeat against your lips.

You don't know how long your face has been buried in her chest for. At least ten minutes if you had to guess. Max's perfume smells so sweet on her skin, and when you lick around her nipple like that, she squirms and grinds down on your lap. You almost can't believe you're feeling so comfortable right now. There's no instinct telling you to move away, to not let her feel your bulge. In fact, it feels so good.

"So, does that mean you're ready for third base now? Or maybe even a home run?" Her voice is teasing, but there's a hint of need behind it. Max wants you inside her and it's a thought that makes you groan.

"I think... yeah," you breathe out. "I wanna go further."

Max's eyes light up at your words. She can't believe you're giving her this, trusting her enough to let her see you, all of you. She's been dying to touch you, to explore every inch of the body that she loves being held by. She sits up, straddling you, her hands already reaching for the hem of your shirt.

"I thought you'd never ask," she teases, pulling your shirt off and tossing it aside. Her fingers trace the lines of your muscles, admiring the way your body responds to her touch. She can feel your heart pounding in your chest, can sense your nervousness. But she also sees the desire in your eyes, the want.

Her hands move to your belt, unbuckling it slowly, her eyes never leaving his. She can see you swallow hard, your chest heaving.

Max is grinning, enjoying the power she holds over you. "It'll be good. You'll love this, baby, trust me." In smooth, practised motions, she undoes the button on your jeans, then your zipper, her knuckles brushing against your hardness. She can feel you throbbing, eager for her touch.

"I do trust you," you say. With a groan, you hide your face against her, burrowing at the spot where her shoulder and neck meet.

"You're so big, babe," she whispers, her hand slipping inside your boxers, wrapping around your length. Max bites her lip, looking up at you with wide, eager eyes. She can feel your thickness in her hand, can barely wrap her fingers around it. "You're pulsing in my hand." Max sounds delighted.

"Shut up," you grit out, face probably burning red with all her teasing. It's all you can do to remember to breathe.

"Uh huh." She strokes you gently, feeling you grow even harder in her hand. Up and down the shaft, twisting at the head. You can't believe a girl is touching you. Not only that, but she's doing it in a way that you've only done to yourself in the privacy of your room, like Max knows just how you like it. "Do you like that, baby?" she asks, her voice soft and sweet. Encouraging. It makes you squirm.  "Do you like me touching you like this?"

Fuuuuck. "Ugh." Your hips jerk up, making a slick sound as you fuck up into her hand. "Yes."

After a while, when you're fully hard, Max starts making her way down. She kisses her way down your neck, your chest, lips exploring your body as her hands continue their tantalisingly slow up and down. She can feel you tense beneath her touch, but you don't stop her. "What are you-?"

"Shhh, baby. I just want to do something for you. It'll feel even better. Pinky promise."

She reaches your waistband, her fingers hooking into the top of your boxers. She looks up at you, checking in, making sure you're still okay with this. You nod. The sight of Max on her knees in front of you is fucking wow and the thought of saying no doesn't even cross your mind. Not like this. Not when your breath coming in short gasps and you just want her mouth around you.

"OK. Thank you for trusting me, baby," she whispers.

Your hands... you don't know what you're doing with them, don't know what to do at a time like this. It's not like you came over expecting to get blown today, so you didn't exactly look up the best etiquette for this. On her head seems like a safe option but also so lewd that you can't bring yourself too. "Of course," you say. "I love you. I-I trust you."

She smiles, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your stomach. "I love you too."

A deep breath in. You can do this. Max says you'll love it, and God, if you haven't imagined her mouth on you hundreds of times. She tugs your boxers down, freeing your erection. She says something to the effect of "oh, hello!" when it pops out, smacking you in the stomach cause you're just that fucking hard right now.

Max gasps when she finally sees it, her eyes widening in shock and awe. "Oh my god, baby," she breathes, her hand wrapping around the base, her thumb and middle finger not even able to meet. "If you told me you were packing all this, I might have done this sooner."

"Max..."

"I know, I know." Max laughs. She can see you blushing, can see the vulnerability in your eyes. Max smiles, running her finger along your length, feeling you shiver beneath her touch. "You're doing good," she tells you, then licks her lips. "Now can I taste it, baby?" she asks, her voice soft and pleading. "Please?"

When you nod your consent, Max leans down, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip of your cock. She hears you gasp, sees your hips jerk slightly. When she's taking you into her mouth, just the head at first, you wonder if you've ever felt anything so good. It's warm. Crazy intense. Your hands stay on the bed, clutching at the covers, fisting it so you don't do something stupid like scream or cum right there and then.

She sucks gently, her tongue swirling around you.

"Aa-ah," comes the broken moan out of your mouth. Don't cum, don't cum, shit.

You're growing harder in her mouth than you even thought possible, the head hitting the soft palate at the roof of her mouth. There's too many textures, too many sensations. You cling onto the knowledge that this is Max doing this to you. For you. Whichever. Your caring, sweet, always clingy Max. You cling to the fact that she's probably loving this right now, if in a completely different way than you are, loving that you're letting her have this part of you.

She pulls off the slightest bit, just enough to speak, looking up at you. "Is this okay, baby?" she asks, her voice soft. "Do you like it?"

You nod, your eyes clamped shut. If you look down and see your dick in her mouth, there's no saying what you'll do. "Y-yes," you stammers. "It's amazing."

"Well, I'm glad, baby," she says. You can hear the smile in her voice, can feel her hands rubbing up and down your thighs to calm you down. "Tell me if this gets too much, alright? I'm gonna do a little more."

Nodding, you give her the OK.

A little more turns out to be a lot at once. Max returns to that steady rhythm, her head bobbing up and down. With the way her tongue is swirling, you might not have recognised that she's goimg each time. Until finally, you hit something, and you feel her gag slightly.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"No, no, I'm fine," Max doesn't let you finish. "I want to."

She pulls back, taking a deep breath, before trying again. Biting your lip hard, you feel how Max relaxes her throat, taking you deeper this time, her hands gripping your thighs.

You're panting at this point. She must feel you growing closer, feel your body tensing. Her hand strokes the rest of your shaft, the bit she can't get in her mouth.

"No," you get out. You want to last, you want to make sure Max enjoys this as much as you are.

Now it's Max's time to apologise. She immediately pulls off, her eyes big and apologetic. "I'm sorry, God, I should have know that was too far, babe."

Instead of letting her think she was in the wrong, you lean down to kiss her. "No, you didn't do anything wrong," you murmur, even if it's hard to speak right now. Her shoulders are tense, worried, and you rub them. "I just didn't want to cum yet," you admit. You feel ready. You feel good. And it's all Max's doing. "I think I want... I want to be inside you."

Her eyes widen. Eventually Max nods, understanding, and scoots up to lie back on the bed. She reaches behind her to unbutton her shorts, sliding them and her panties off in one smooth motion. She wiggles out of them, leaving her naked and exposed. Her pussy is wet, her nerves making her ache for you. When she spreads her legs, inviting you in, you feel your mouth go dry.

"Come here, baby," she says, patting the spot next to her. "You're going to be so good, you know?"

Nervous isn't the right word. Excitement, maybe. You don't want to fuck this up, but at the same time you know Max wouldn't bedgrudge you if you do. Maybe she'd laugh, or playfully complain, but even if you bust a load right now she'd probably rub your back and tell you that you did good.

You gulp. "I don't know how to..."

"I know, baby. That's kinda part of it." Max leans in, pressing a soft placating kiss to your lips. "No one knows how to do something the first time. All I want is for you to be comfortable, OK? We don't have to do anything you don't want to."

Nothing you don't want to. That helps.

Max takes your hand again. This time, she brings it between her legs. Lets you feel around, not judging how your fingers clumsily explore her pussy.

Knowing that you're going to put it in and feel all this, wet and warm and tight, around your cock makes your brain fry. 

"Do you feel how wet I am?" she whispers. "I'm gonna love it. Just let me guide you in. You can't mess this up."

You keep your eyes fixed on Max, letting her keep you as calm as you can be in this situation. Her hand, still unable to wrap around your girl, directs you to her entrance, replacing your fingers with your cock. Your heart is pounding in your chest as she lines herself up with your head. For the first time, you feel a woman's soft folds around the tip of your cock. An inviting heat practically begs you to take her, to shove yourself right in, and you can't help but shiver at the sensation.

"Max."

"Shh. Slow," she whispers. "Just push in slow, feel how I fit around you. Take your time."

You do as she says, pushing in slowly, her warmth enveloping you. Your body screams at you to move faster. Inch by agonising inch. Your hands let go of the sheets, reaching to grasp her, holding Max by the hips now. At the time, it seemed like the right thing to do to stop Max from sucking you until you came. But now, with half of your shaft buried inside her and Max's hand still wrapped around your base, you realise how close you still are. How bad of a decision it was to not wait until you calmed down a little, because fuck, you think you're going to blow.

Max's nails dig into your shoulder, and she takes a deep breath. Her shaky "oh God" makes you moan, clutching at her hips tighter to hold on to your sanity. Luckily, it seems like you both need some time, so no one complains when you stop about halfway inside her. Max slowly adjusts to your size, and you're adjusting to the fact that you're inside of someone for the first time and it feels like heaven.

"Do you like this, baby?" she asks, her voice breathless. "Do you like being inside me?"

"God yes," you groan out. You can barely even recognise your own voice, thick with pleasure. The tight heat, the softness, it envelops you and you can't help but bite your lip as you tell yourself over and over to not cum yet. Even without moving, her muscles are clenching around you, and it's so intense that it's overwhelming.

"OK, baby," she pants, after a while. You're calmer now. At least, you hope so. "Now you can move." 

So you do. You sink in slowly but surely, taking it all in. Once you're fully inside her, you freeze for a moment, unsure of what to do. Max, however, is not. She wraps her legs around your waist, her heels digging into your back, and begins to move her hips, grinding against you.

Max guides you, showing you how to thrust, how to set the pace, how she likes it. She likes it when you swivel your hips, but hates it when you change up the speed too much. When her hips gyrate, she wants it deeper. You're a fast learner. Every thrust makes her moan, and you're just following Max's lead. Trying not to lose yourself in it. Her soft moans are the sweetest reward.

Max wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you closer, encouraging you. 

"You're doing great," she says, her eyes locked on yours. "Just like that. Keep going."

You let out a shaky breath, your eyes locked with Max's. This is it. You're making love to the love of your life, and you can't believe how good it feels. Max's slick walls slide against you, gripping your cock with every roll of her hips. You begin to mimic her movements, use what you've learned.

Max lets out soft, needy whines, her body arching to meet your inexperienced but eager thrusts. She's taking in every inch of you, her pussy stretching and contracting around you. Her eyes roll back in her head.

"B-baby, please," she calls out, "cum for me, cum inside me. I want to feel it."

"Close. Wait for me," you groan, your body trembling.

And then, in a wave of pleasure, your body jerks. It feels like a bolt of lightning, a shock to the system. Your cock pulses deep inside of Max as you spill your seed deep within her. Max lets out a loud moan as you fill her, her body shuddering as her own orgasm washes over her. Her pussy clamps down tightly around you, milking you dry as she rides out her climax.

Together, you two lay there, panting. "Oh my God. That was amazing," you say, before laughter takes over you. Nothing's funny, but there's too much joy, too much happiness to not let out. She joins in, until you're two giggling messes cuddled up in the sheets, basking in the afterglow. She whispers sweet nothings into your hair, telling you how proud she is of you, how lucky she is that you let her experience your first with you.

[matchadobo]

Hi! Can i please request about kidd trying his veryy best at comforting his s/o after a bad day and a stressful day? Thank you!

KIDD; how he'll comfort you

warning/s: none, very sfw, gn reader

note: smaller font is a subtext of the previous bullet point

* he isn't an emotionally intelligent person let alone an emotional person, so this is a challenge for him. seeing you not being your usual self and donning a pained front puts a bad taste in his mouth

* he wouldn't try to pry nor act differently, which would sometimes be mistaken as him not caring or acting indifferent. WHICH IS NOT THE CASE OK ✋he just planned something else to deal with it, something that only involves the two of u so no one else can try and talk about it (not that anyone would dare 😭)

* he'll definitely notice throughout the day that you're acting differently, forcing a smile amidst your dull eyes. he'll wait till dinner to tell you to meet him by the crow's nest

* once you reach the agreed place, you'd see kidd settled by the couch with his flesh arm resting by the top of the backrest where he left a space for you on the couch and cans of beer for the both of you. he was quiet and patient. such a rare sight for you

* once you sat down and have prepared to apologize for keeping him waiting, he had already pulled you in for a hug. his flesh arm that was previously rested by the backrest was now caressing the back of your head as he pressed it towards the crook of his neck

* "you think i haven't noticed you ain't yourself today? tell me what happened."

* as you gave him a play by play, he'd be an active listener! commenting and expressing so much emotions on your narratives

* "oh i'll beat them up, tell me where those bastards are!"

* "ah so someone's worse than me."

* "please tell me you kicked their asses. you did? hell yeah!"

* and soon enough, you'll forget about your problem because kidd will be on a mission on making you laugh. taking jokes from your narratives or teasing you and such

* even when it's approaching midnight, he'll take you out on a quick foodie date. then he'll take you to a pub to hear more about your day and ramble about his. really just to take your mind off of that shit you're carrying

* once you try and thank him randomly while walking home, he'll be very grumpy and turn all red 🤧 he's honestly just flustered and isn't expecting to hear those words. you'd even follow up with a kiss on a cheek which would give him even more butterflies and he'll go tsun tsun on you 😭🥰

* "w-what's with that a-all of a sudden?!" he'll say with a scowl and red cheeks as he avoids your gaze

* you'll say, "thank you for cheering me up, love. you act all tough but you're really a softie for me, aren't you?" while pinching his cheek

* "s-shut it! the alcohol's gettin' to you real fast, ain't it!"

hi anon! 🌷thank you for the request i had fun making this <3 i first had a hard time thinking how this dumbass would comfort his s/o but here we are HEHEHE i hope u guys like it!

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

HIIIIIIIIII I LOVE YOUR WRITING🩷🩷🩷

anyways this is my first time so don’t bully me😭

Can i request hcs with a killer gn reader thats like kobeni from chainsaw man? Like they’re a wimp and a little bit of a crybaby but is good at killing and skilled with weapons specially a knife? You can choose any of the killers!

Have a splendid week and always stay hydrated!!🩷🩷🩷🫶🫶🫶

Don't worry i would never bully any of my dear readers <333

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Toby

It honestly shocked Toby when he saw you fight for the first time

He always knew you as sort of a wimp, breaking down into nervous babbles and tears at the slightest hint of conflict

But here you are, almost completely unemotional, and beating these people senseless

It is only once you're done that you begin to panic, which takes Toby aback even more

Toby didn't even have to lift a finger on this mission, because you took care of it all, but now you're....crying??

He rushes to your side and kneels by you on the floor "w-woah hey, are you ok?" He asks

You only manage to get out nervous babbles, which only worries toby more

He ends up calling Tim (because while he may be an adult, he needs a more adultier adult in this situation)

Tim concludes that you're just having an anxiety attack and should be back to normal within a few hours

Tim ends up carrying you back to his car and lays you down in the back seat, while tony watches over you

Toby doesn't leave your side until he is sure that you're ok, and don't need him to comfort you any longer

And from that point on, he doesn't let you do anything that may push your anxious self over the edge

Eyeless Jack

You are one of Jacks most frequent visitors

He is always there, tending to your minor wounds while you panic and shake with fear

He doesn't talk to you much, since you are almost never in a state to talk

But the few experiences he's had with you have always been pleasent

You are always very kind, and he loves the fact that you have basic manners

He is almost never out on the battlefield himself, but he has heard rumor of your skill

Honestly, its one of those things hed have to see to believe

A shy, timid little thing like you?

Killing people?

Emotionlessly, no less?

Yeah, he just doesn't buy it, sorry

However if you were to show him your skill some day (wether that be through a creep videoing you, you training with him, etc) he would be thoroughly impressed

He just didn't expect something like that from you!

Jeff the killer

He's kind of mean to you <//3

Unless youre just really close, he won't go out of his way to be nice to you, even if you are sensitive

If you call him out for it he will say "what are you gonna do? Cry about it?"

And don't think he hasn't seen your meltdowns, because he definetly has

He's not a complete ass, so he won't poke much fun at you for those

Much....

However, if you were to show off your skill one day that would shut him up pretty good

Even if you broke down after the fact, he wouldn't pay much attention to that

He's still in shock from the coolness he just witnessed

From that day on he's a lot easier on you

He won't make fun of you for being sensetive, he will only make an annoyed sigh if you start getting emotional, and he'll help you out more around the manor if you need it

And if you get close to him he might even let you show him some knife techniques

Thats a big maybe though

Don't count on it

[fir3ylolol]

hi fir3y :3333 can we have more johnny cage x camera stuff (anything related, nothing specific; cameras in house, recording w phone etc) w him having a long time crush for y/n 😁 kind of like how you did w smile! you're on camera (i cant remember if i sent this if i already did im sorry 😥😥)

dazed and confused

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: it's been a while since you've seen your good friend johnny. but what happens when long-time crush mixes with weed?

tw: vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex, blowjob, eating out, cunnilingus, long-time crush, weed usage, intoxicated sex, loss of inhibitions, praise, filmed, sex tape, cumming inside, cum eating, putting on a show, whimpering men heheheh, afab!reader, gn reader

a/n: YAYYY finally another post!! its been forever. this was requested by @keiiikomegumi. gotta love men who fall hard and fuck desperately O.O also i think this is the longest fic other than we want you! ive ever written lol

word count: 2.65 k

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It’s been about 3 weeks since you last saw Johnny, which kinda sucks. He’s always a lot of fun, and you’ve been really stressed lately. So when you get his text reading, “come over 4 dinner, we can chill 0.o”, you quickly respond, “see u thennn”. You leave shortly afterward, excited to finally relax. You roll into his driveway after about 30 minutes of driving, seeing Johnny’s shadowed figure standing in the doorway. You hop out excitedly, walking over and capturing him in a tight hug. He laughs, hugging you back just as tight. “Hey! I’ve missed you, it’s been wayyyy too long. Come in, I’ve already got some food ready.” You walk in, drinking in the familiar sight of his home. You see the table set, two spots right next to each other, with a suspicious look on his face.

“So what do you have in store for me?” You sit down, watching as he disappears into the kitchen. “Well, I know you’ve been under a lot of pressure lately, and so have I. So…” He walks out, a large silver plate covered with a cloche. “I figured we deserved a treat,” he says with a smirk, lifting it and revealing two brownies. Realization hits you hard. You see, this is California, and if there’s any pastime Californians love, it’s getting high. Johnny is no different; in fact, he likes edibles more, since he says smoking will “damage his star-quality voice and flawless skin.” But he lives a stressful life, and he needs a break just as much as you. So seeing two, delicious-looking brownies on separate plates, you know exactly why you were invited. And you nearly cry.

“Johnny…” you smile up at him, “thank you. So much.” His eyes light up, placing the plates down for you two as he sits down next to you. “Yay, I knew you would be happy! Ok, I’ve got plenty of snacks in the fridge and cold ass water, so we’re set.” He picks his brownie up, and you follow, clinking them together like glasses before taking a bite. It’s rich, fudgy, and absolutely one of the best brownies you’ve ever had. With a mouthful of food, you try to speak, “Schit manm, ‘his is schoo good.” He laughs at you, finishing his bite before speaking, “It’s been barely a month and you’ve forgotten your manners?” You smack him lightly, before standing up and getting a glass of water, downing the whole thing. He follows you, giving you a big hug from behind. He’s rocking back and forth, face buried in your neck. He’s always been more touchy with you than his other friends, but you don’t mind. He’s warm and gentle and always smells fancy. But you laugh, rocking with him. “The room’s already spinning, oooooh.” He lifts you slightly, walking through the kitchen. “You’re so high, oh noooo!” He set you down, laughing still. “You’re so much fun, I missed you.”

You feel a slight twinge in your heart, the words must mean more to you than it does to him. You’ve been a little glad not to see him honestly, but only because your feelings for him have gotten that intense. A break was just what you needed, but now? When you’re going to be wasted and he’s just so nice and so close? You might break. But for now, you appear cool laughing as well before managing to say, “I missed you too” without seeming suspicious. And you start to fall into the same routine as usual, he leads you to the couch to chill together and watch something fun. He used to go to the cinema room, but once he got too high, watched Rambo on the big screen, and had a panic attack. Plus, you can’t cuddle in there, and he can’t stand for that, loudly declaring that he’ll rip the chairs out every time you two go in there. But he never does. You two end up talking about the weeks you didn’t see him. He’s been working on a new film, but won’t reveal any details other than it’s “based on a super true story”. And he laments how hard you’ve been working, trying to convince you again, “You should just quit and hang with me all the time. It would be awesome.” But alas, you turn him down again, as tempting as it is.

Before you know it, it’s been almost two hours, and you’re definitely feeling it more, the buzzing in your brain is a little louder, and Johnny’s touch gives you more goosebumps. But he leans back suddenly, looking you up and down. ��Wait, I just realized, I can’t remember the last time you told me one of your famous bad date stories. What’s going on?” You fluster at his words, so direct and to the point that you can’t think for a second. You finally manage to speak again, your tongue feeling a little too heavy, “I’ve just been busy, man.” He scrunches up his face, thinking deeply. “When was the last time you got some? You know…” He nudges you, eyebrows raised suggestively. You take an embarrassingly long pause before speaking again. “...a year.” 

He leans forward, directly in front of your face. “A year?! How are you even alive??” You push him as playfully as you can, completely flustered by the whole thing. “Quit it, it’s not funny!” He sighs dramatically, splayed out across the couch. “So what’s up? Someone catch your eye or something?” You pause again, trying not to look at him, but your mouth betrays you. “Yeah, maybe. But it’s fine, he doesn’t like me like that.” He scoffs, head still tipped back, “What an idiot. You’re awesome. He’s really lucky I don’t just snatch you away for myself.” His whole body freezes as if he said something he didn’t mean to. You look at him, eyes wide and muscles tense. “W…what?” You ask tentatively. But he stands up, walking away while waving his arms around, “Nothing, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” But you can see the tips of his ears are bright red, and he’s tapping his foot on the ground, something he only does when nervous. You stand up and walk over, staying behind him. “Johnny, it’s something. Just tell me, it’ll be ok.” He takes a deep breath before speaking, still turned away from you. “I said he was lucky I didn’t take you for myself. I didn’t mean to say it, but honestly, it’s true. I mean, what kind of idiot doesn’t like the most stunning person alive? I just…I said too much, and I didn’t want to weird you out because you’re such a great friend and…” He’s babbling on, saying way too much and not making a ton of sense.

But you grab his hand lightly, which causes him to turn around. His eyes are watery, his cheeks and the tip of his nose are red, and his mouth is scrunched up in a frown. You can’t help but smile at him, squeezing his hand tighter. “Do you like me, Johnny?” He nods like a child, free hand coming up to wipe his eyes. “I like you too,” you say with a smile, no longer nervous or guilty of your feelings. He sniffles, looking at you with his wide brown eyes, “Really? You do?” As you nod, he sort of snaps back to usual, but not in a performative way, in a happy way. “Well of course you do! Who could resist all this?” He smiles before pulling you into a tight hug. “Thank you,” he whispers in your ear before he pulls away. But not fully, as you two lock eyes, and the air grows thick again. You swallow hard, eyes darting across his face nervously. He cups your face with his left hand, and slowly leans in, pressing his lips to yours. It’s exactly like him, warm and gentle, and it makes you dizzy. In fact, you feel your knees buckle slightly, which he laughs at into the kiss. As he pulls away to breathe again, you can’t help but feel hungry for more. You’ve only gotten a taste of what you’ve wanted for so long, and it’s very appetizing.

Johnny quickly pulls you back to the couch, barely able to think before you find yourself on his lap, hands wandering around your back, eyes locked onto yours. His touch is even more intoxicating than normal, with heavy breathing and racing hearts shared between you two. One hand reaches your neck, pulling you back in. But he’s not as gentle this time, like he’s trying to devour you whole. His other hand is on your hip, guiding you to grind against him slowly. Your hands wrap around his neck loosely. He groans into your mouth, squeezing tighter. You feel his tongue in your mouth, desperate for more of you, more than there is. You can feel yourself growing wetter, so high that your previous inhibitions are gone. Everything is happening so fast, and you’re starting to feel desperate.

He finally breaks away, panting heavily, before looking at you needily. And with how pretty his flushed face is and how badly he wants you, you can’t help but slide down to the floor between his legs. His pupils are blown out, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. He tries desperately to pull his pants down quickly, struggling slightly.  But he finally frees himself, cock bouncing out as the angry red tip leaks out. He’s embarrassed, turning his head away slightly, but keeping his eyes locked on you. You have no time to tease, absolutely hungry for him, for this. You take him in your mouth, getting most of the way down before you stop, looking up at him sweetly. He gasps, eyes wide and hands clutching at the couch cushions. You start to move, swirling your tongue around him as you keep a steady pace. His eyelids are fluttering, and very quickly he darts his hands out to grab your face lightly, bringing you up to face him. “C-can I film you? I just…I’ve wanted this for so long and you just look so pretty and I just…I don’t want to forget this, any detail of this.” 

You nod lazily, a smile spreading across your lips as you watch him scramble for his phone. He holds it up, hands shaking as he starts filming. You decide to put on a show for him, looking up through your lashes as you go down again, able to get almost all the way down, gagging slightly. He white knuckles the phone, staring at you intensely. His other hand comes up, grabbing your hair in one hand. His voice rasps out, “Wanna see that face, all of it. God, you’re so good at this. Fuck…” He sighs as you reach your hand out, starting to stroke him as you lean your head down, licking at his balls. He jumps slightly, but the most lovely whine escapes his lips, so you continue, trying to overwhelm him with pleasure. And overwhelm him you do, as he starts squirming back and forth at the intensity of it all, more heady whines. He finally remembers to hold the camera steady, trying to still himself. But as you go down again, rapid and sloppy moves, eyes watering as you look up again, his grasp on your hair tightens. He cries out as he cums, shuddering as you keep going, swallowing it all. You pull off with a pant, looking into the camera and sticking out your tongue to show what you did. He’s breathing hard, letting go of your hair and going slightly slack on the couch. But he tugs at your shirt, pulling it over your head. Even fucked out, he wants more.

You stand up, half-naked, and he tries his hardest to get your pants off too. But his hands are too shaky, and he’s trying to keep his grip on the camera. So you step back and slowly peel them off for him, and you can see his cock twitch slightly at the sight of you. You climb back on top of him, kissing him gently. But he leans to the side, propping the phone against the arm of the couch, and flips to the front camera. He shuffles down a little, leaning slightly to pull his pants down further as you pull his shirt off, wanting to feel his warm skin against yours. He kisses your cheek, and down your neck, reveling in the way you arch your back at the feeling. He whispers out shakily, “You ready? Gonna put a show on for me?” You nod, head dizzy again, as he rubs himself against you, audibly groaning at the feeling. He has no time to waste, sinking into you with a heady whimper. You gasp, taking a second to adjust to him, feeling his hands cling to your hips.

But it’s not long before he’s bucking up into you, using his grip on you for leverage. He’s bit down on your shoulder, whimpers slipping out. Your arms are behind his neck, clinging to him like your life depended on it. You feel him let go, raspy whispers in your ear, “You’re so hot, shit, so tight around me. You like putting on a show for me? Yeah?” You nod, moans pushed out at the force he’s moving now. His voice is shaking more now, but he can’t stop talking, “Shit, I don’t know if it’s the weed talking or what, but you’re so fucking good. Can’t believe I didn’t tell you sooner-” He’s cut off, a whimper as he manages to push deeper, completely enveloped in you. He’s losing his mind, hands wrap around your back for more leverage. But it’s not long before he’s cumming again, a whine as he pushes you down as far as he can. He’s trembling more, heavy pants in your ear. But finally, he’s lifting you and setting you down on the couch. Both of you are breathing heavily, trying to calm down after everything. 

That is until he grabs the phone and puts it in your hands. Confused, you look at him, but suddenly, he’s between your thighs, kneeling on the ground. “Can’t leave you wanting, especially after all that.” He dives in, with no sense of patience, as he sucks at your throbbing clit. His fingers pump inside you, your wetness mixing with his cum. You keep the camera on his face, legs pushed apart as you flinch at your sensitivity. He’s looking up at you, sweet eyes locked on you. He lets go slightly, mumbling into you, “Good job, baby, you’re doing such a good job.” You’re moaning, high-pitched, and slipping from your lips. He’s whining into your sopping cunt, vibrations against your clit causing more jumps. But you cling to him, eyes screwed shut as you cum hard, feeling his tongue lapping everything up with fervor. He finally separates from you, sitting down on the couch with an exhale.

He takes the phone, stopping the recording as he puts his arm around you. “I’ll save those for later,” he says, making you giggle slightly, but you’re quite tired. “We should get high more often, huh?” You snuggle into him, enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat under your ear. “Maybe. But hey, those videos better not get leaked or anything.” Your words cause him to whine out, slightly annoyed. “Come on, you know me! I would never. Besides…it would make too many people jealous, you know? Such a pretty thing like you, all for myself.” You laugh again before looking up at him, sleepy but happy eyes. “You’re stuck with me now, by the way.” He hugs you tight, squeezing you with a wide smile on his face. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[asahicore]

hiding in plain sight - sh, js, jy, jw

pairing. enhypen x gn!reader (sunghoon, jay, jake, jungwon)

genre. fluff, s2l or f2l, headcanons/scenarios

word count. 1.7k

author’s note. after a month of hibernation i give you this instead of any of my planned wips <3 i got inspired by the tiktok trend w this song so credits to whoever started that ig? also dw i’m not a heesunriki hater i just only had ideas for 4 of the mbs lmao and thank u to @zreamy for beta reading without u i’d be dead in a ditch somewhere.. ok have fun reading lmk what u think !!

You and Sunghoon had known about each other long before you’d met, let alone got together. Well, known about each other might be a bit of an understatement - you both had huge crushes on the other in high school but, of course, had never considered that your feelings might be reciprocated. Sunghoon was the handsome figure skater whose good looks everyone gushed over, but because of his shyness, not many had the privilege of calling him a friend. You, on the other hand, were the captain of your school’s beloved soccer team. and were popular among the student body for your outgoing and friendly personality. You definitely weren’t blind to Sunghoon’s good looks, and you not only admired his grace and elegance on ice but also envied his small friend group and apparent lowkeyness. Little did you know how cool Sunghoon thought you looked leading your team on the field and how he wished he could befriend people as easily as you. Grass is always greener on the other side, as they say, and you and Sunghoon were both jealous and admiring the flowers in the other’s garden. It wasn’t until later that you met again, when you started attending the same sports university. Your roommate was a figure skater and invited you to their Welcome party - even if you and Sunghoon hadn’t known each other well, seeing a familiar face was comforting (especially for him), and so you spent the better part of the evening talking and actually getting to know each other beyond the surface-knowledge impressions you had of the other. You were amazed at how much you shared and how well you got along and you couldn’t help but think what a shame it was that you were finding out about this now, and not years earlier when high school had started. You exchanged contact information at that party, gradually got closer, and the rest is history.

Jay is usually an extremely patient man, but even he gets tired of waiting for you to recognize his feelings for you sometimes. Most of the time, he’s happy to essentially treat you like he’s your boyfriend without the actual label. Cooking you your favorite meals, picking up coffee and a pastry for you in the morning, carrying your bag for you, tucking your hair behind your ear - you name it, he’ll do it. You just think he’s a really sweet and caring friend, while he wonders when you’re going to realize he’s hopelessly in love with you. If you were anyone else, he’d have no problem straight up asking you out, but because you’ve been friends for so long, he’s afraid of making you uncomfortable or of risking your friendship. So he does what any other normal, sane person would do, and decides to become your secret admirer. If he’s too scared to confess his feelings to you, his anonymous alter ego isn’t. Over the next few weeks, he slips love notes or song lyrics that remind him of you in your bag and places snacks on your table before you get to class, all while he gets to watch your reactions and your growing fondness for this “secret” admirer. He’s filled with pride every time a wide smile blooms on your lips as you read his notes, every time he catches you listening to a song recommendation of his, and every time you gush about your admirer or wonder who he is, not knowing he’s right in front of you, looking at you with nothing but affection in his eyes. After a little under a month, he writes a time and place for you to come meet him on the note he sneaks in your bag. The way your expression as your eyes find Jay goes from giddy, to confused, to disbelieving, to giddy again is absolutely priceless, and Jay stands there through your stages of realization, watching you with a wide grin on his lips and a bouquet in his hands. It all makes sense now - his attention to you over the years, the way your secret admirer seemed to know exactly what you liked. After he confesses, you tell him you might need some time to transition from your friendship into a relationship, but let’s be honest, your feelings for him only need mere days to grow - and you now realize that they might have always been there, waiting for you to notice them.

Your first encounter with Jake may be described as ‘right person, wrong time.’ It was halfway through your first year of college - you’d just gotten dumped by your high school boyfriend who you’d been dating for three years and had had to go long-distance with, while Jake had just found out his girlfriend, whom he’d started dating in the first week of college, had been cheating on him basically the whole of their relationship. Let’s just say that when you went to a party organized by the student association of your department, neither of you were in a great place. He’d found you by the counter of the bar that had been rented out, downing a shot of tequila on your lonesome. By that time, you were already so wasted that the memories of him coming up to you, hitting you with some random one-liner and ordering a drink of his own were fuzzy. You’d kept on drinking with him as you told each other about your recent heartbreaks, so you could not at all recollect those moments - but getting into an Uber with him was somewhat clearer. It wasn’t until the next day, when you woke up with a terrible headache naked in his bed, that you realized what you’d done. Jake was still completely passed out, and you managed to dress and slip out of his room without waking him up. Thankfully, you were part of a big department in a big university, so you only very scarcely ran into each other after that. Having no classes and barely any friends in common meant that the only times you saw him after your one-night stand were from afar at the library or at a club every now and then. You’d exchange a quick hi, maybe some small talk, but nothing more than that. You did wonder about him sometimes - what it’d have been like if you hadn’t met when your mutual breakups weren’t so fresh, what might’ve happened had you not left so sneakily in the morning, how he’d react if you approached him once more and actually talked to him. Then, in your third year, not only do you share a class, but your professor also partners you up for the whole semester. It doesn’t take long for you to realize that you and Jake have more in common than having gone through a bad breakup in your first year of university, and you hit it off. You really hit it off. He makes you laugh, and he takes the uni work you have to do seriously, and obviously, he’s very good-looking. A few dates later, you realize how thankful you are for meeting the right person again - and now at the right time, too.

Had luck been on your side, you and Jungwon could have fallen in love much earlier than you did. You’d met at the Arts & Crafts club of your university, of all places. Between assignments, attending class, having a decent social life, and worrying about the amount of instant ramen you’d consumed that week, activities like scrapbooking or knitting were a welcome addition to your life. It let you turn your mind off for a while and just focus on making something pretty, or at least fun, for a while. When you found out your university had a club for it, you immediately joined - you’d have access to more supplies and could befriend people with the same hobby as you. Your first time there, your eyes immediately settled on a broad-shouldered boy at the end of the table that seemed very focused on gluing bits of paper to a beat-up notebook. What caught your attention was how familiar he looked - not like you met a long time ago, but like you’d seen him around a few times. You’re not sure what it is, all you know is that you find yourself walking across the room and taking the seat right in front of him. He looks up as you sit down, and his dimpled smile immediately makes your heart skip a beat. That first day, you just make small talk, asking the other about their courses and showing each other your progress on whatever art you’re crafting. But now that you know him, it feels like you see him everywhere - in the campus café, at the library, in line at the grocery store, it’s like you can’t escape him anymore. Not that you’d want to, anyway. You’re always happy to run into him, but the best part is that he seems to feel the same way, if his wave and wide grin upon seeing you are anything to go by. On one of those days where you randomly run into each other, he grabs his courage with two hands and asks you if you’d like to get coffee with him - you accept right away, of course. It’s this rainy afternoon, as you sit in a cozy café with a warm cappuccino in your hands, that you find out why Jungwon had looked so familiar the first day. You had lived in the same town, one where it was unlikely you’d know everyone but possible to run into anyone, had attended the same middle school, and even when he’d moved away for high school, you’d kept mutual friends, which meant that you had attended the same wild parties of more than sixty people. You’d lived in the same uni dorm in your first year, so you’d probably seen each other in the laundry room or during fire alarm tests. Even crazier, your parents had had the same vacation spot for years, and when you were fifteen you’d actually been there at the same time. You searched through your gallery and found pictures taken at the same place, mere hours apart. And yet, it was only at the Arts and Crafts club that you finally met. If you didn’t believe in soulmates before, meeting Jungwon had surely convinced you of the opposite.

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[britany1997]

Love your writing it’s amazing. I saw someone do a little headcannon with modernday lost boys and they were toxic can I please have a modernday David x reader where he leaves you on seen everyday but when you take more then a second to respond god forbid it. Thank you <3

Male Manipulator

Thank you🥹 happy to write this for you!

Thank you so much to @iovesia for letting me use her Modern Toxic David headcanon for this! You can read her amazing toxic lost boys blurb here:)

Modern! Toxic! David x GN Reader

(This is gonna be a big deviation from my usual fluff y’all)

Warnings: ANGST, Manipulation, TOXIC toxic David, derogatory language (one use of “attention w****.”), yanking and arm pulling, emotionally abusive behavior, the tiniest hint of implied dub-con at the end, David is NOT NICE in this

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David rolled his eyes as your text notification flashed on his screen. He swiped it away and continued to scroll through tinder. He checked his watch. He was supposed to be at the bar an hour ago for your birthday celebration, but he liked to keep you waiting. Wanting him.

You sighed as you looked down at your phone, leaning against the bar while scrolling through a string of unanswered texts to your boyfriend. Your bestfriend snatched your phone from your hand.

“Hey!” You said.

“I’m turning this off!” Your friend said while pressing the power button, “he’s not coming. You should just enjoy this time with the people who actually care about you! When are you gonna dump that asshole??”

“He’s not an asshole,” you murmured, “if he’s not here I’m sure he’s doing something important! What if he wrecked his motorbike? What if the hospital calls me and I can’t answer because my phone’s off???”

Your friend glared at you.

“Ok ok fine,” you said, surrendering and taking the drink from their outstretched hand.

David stared down at his phone in confusion. He had sent you back a “omw” almost fifteen minutes ago. He scoffed as he got out of his wheelchair and sped off to the bar on his bike.

David strode in, spotting you laughing and chatting with your friends at the bar. You were radiant when you smiled. David hated that everyone at the bar was getting to see you like this. You should only look that good for him.

He stomped over to the bar and grabbed your shoulder, spinning you to face him.

“Davey,” you said, obviously buzzed, “you came! They all said you wouldn’t show but I knew you would.” You told him while gesturing to the group of friends surrounding you.

Your friends looked down sheepishly, terrified of David.

David pressed his lips together into a straight line, “of course I came,” he fumed, “wouldn’t miss my baby’s birthday.”

“You’d just be almost two hours late,” your best friend piped up.

David shot them a look that could freeze over an active volcano, “I would have been here earlier, but my little brother Laddie wasn’t feeling well. I couldn’t just leave him to fend for himself now could I?” He asked

Your friend shot him a look of disbelief, but didn’t say anything else. They knew that if they fought back any more, it would just push you further into his arms.

“C’mon,” David said to you, “we’re leaving.”

“You can’t be serious,” your friend scoffed.

“Do we really have to go?” You asked him. You had been having so much fun.

He glared at you. “Yes. C’mon,” he said grabbing your arm and practically dragging you out of the bar.

Your friends watched with pity in their eyes, no matter how many times they urged you to leave David, you never did. Your rose colored glasses prevented you from seeing him for the monster he truly was.

When you and David arrived at the cave you could tell he was livid. “Why didn’t you answer my text?” He asked you dryly.

“That’s what your upset about?” You asked him, laughing to yourself. “My phone was off! I was trying to enjoy the moment.”

David scoffed and shook his head at you, “liar,” he spit. “Were you texting other guys? Chatting on dating apps?” He accused, “You’re a cheating attention whore.”

You gasped, you had no idea where this was coming from, you had never done anything but love David. “I would never!” You protested, “my phone really was turned off David, I swear!”

He gritted his teeth, “I love you. I am so good to you. I care for you. And this is how you treat me?” Tears were streaming down his face, “how could you do this to me? How could you hurt me like this? Aren’t I enough for you?” He asked you. “Don’t you understand how much I love you? You’re everything to me, but I can’t even get a text back from you?”

He cupped your face in his hands, “you’ll break my heart if you leave. You’re still mine aren’t you?”

Tears started to pour from your own eyes, “I’m sorry David,” you cried, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I love you too I love you so much. I’ll never leave you I promise.”

He wiped tears from his eyes

“I’ll never turn my phone off like that again,” you promised.

He sniffled and nodded in response, pulling you into a tight hug.

You wrapped your arms around him and cried into his chest, ashamed of yourself.

David pulled back a bit, “want to make it up to me baby?” He asked, wiping another tear.

“Yes David,” you answered, “I’ll do anything.”

“You know,” he said sniffling, “your mouth always makes me feel better.”

“Of course,” you said as you sunk to your knees.

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[kormiato]

Hii its me again w another Eugene request.

I had this idea that maybe Eugene n his conduit! S/o (plant powers again if thats ok) go out and maybe they bump into Eugene's bullies from school and try to Mess w him but his s/o stands up For him and scares the bullies off or beats them to a pulp (full on Poison ivy style) n maybe Eugene takes his s/o out for dinner all flustered w lil 8-bit hearts floating around him.

Take your time n have a nice day!!

Thank u so much for the requests, I thought I'm gonna cry, because I love this fandom and it's so unpopular now, so thanks for the request! Enjoy! <3

Plant Conduit Reader Stands Up For Eugene Sims (GN!Reader)

Since it was a great day outside and had a day off, you and Eugene decided to go out together. It was perfect. He was shy as always, and the woman in ice cream van thought you were Eugene's older sibling because you were doing most of the talking yourself. But then you calmly said that you're a couple, surprising her and making Eugene love you even more for your confidence, you seemed proud to be his s/o (and you were ofc).

You were talking about how each other's day had gone, and Eugene started talking about a game he had recently played. You didn't understand most of the things he said since he was using a lot of game sleng and you weren't much of a gamer yourself, yet you listened to every word because you liked listening to him. When he talked about games, he looked like completely different person. He became more confident, stopped stuttering, and this passionate spark appeared in his eyes. He looked absolutely adorable, making you fall for him even more.

But what you didn't notice was a company of men nearby the bench you were sitting with Eugene. They were laughing and looking at both of you. They sure didn't look friendly. And when they stood up from their seat, your gut told you that it wouldn't end well.

Eugene didn't notice them until one of them spoke. "Hey, nerd. I thought you'd be holed up at home. After all, rats always hide in some secluded place so that no one touches them," he said and others behind him laughed loudly. Eugene looked like he wants to disappear into the bench, his hands were slightly shaking and he stuttered even more than when he asked you to date him. He couldn't even answer due to how uncomfortable and scared he was. Not shy. Scared. "What's wrong, huh? Did you swallow your tongue or something? Answer when someone talks to you!" the man said, grabbing Eugene by the collar and lifting him off the bench.

No one even had time to realize what had happened as the man that was holding Eugene suddenly was lifted from the ground by vines wrapped around his neck, making him let go of Eugene and grab onto the vines. He was wriggling in vain attempts to escape from your grasp as others watched in shock and fear. "Apologize. Now." your voice thundered threateningly, causing even Eugene next to you flinch slightly. You threw a man on the ground, making him cough, and looked at the others. "Well? I'm waiting." Your voice was harsh and cold. "You whore..." the man hissed, getting up, only to fall again from a powerful blow to the stomach with another vine. "I said apologize." you repeated.

As the others started insulting you and Eugene, you wasted no time beating them up for every single word that came out of their mouths. You used your hands, legs and your power to make them regret even the thought of making fun of Eugene. Fortunately, there was no one nearby to see this, otherwise you might have had problems. When their insults died down and the man that was insulting Eugene most said "Please! Let us go! We're sorry!" you let them go, watching them run away. "And who are the rats now?" you said with a smirk.

As you turned to face Eugene, you saw him looking at you in awe, his mouth is slightly opened and small 8-bit hearts are floating near his head. You never saw him so amazed. And that made you giggle a little. "Are you alright? They didn't hurt you, did they?" you said, approaching Eugene and straightening his collar, making him blush. "U-um, no, no, I'm fine. Thank you for standing up for me." he murmured shyly. "There's my beloved Eugene, all shy and cute." you said with a warm smile, leaving a light kiss on his cheek, making him even more flustered as he covered his face with his hands. Oh, how much you love him.

Yet, he removed his hands from his face, looking at you nervously. "M-maybe you want to go somewhere? I kinda wanted to take you out for dinner. And, maybe, we could go watch that movie you wanted to see." Eugene mumbled, fidgeting with his fingers. "Sure! I'd love to! Where do you wanna go? Oh, I know that one place not far away, one my friend recommended it."

As you were rambling about plans on this evening with such excited and happy face, Eugene couldn't help but think about how lucky he is to be with you, how perfect you are. You were always so sweet and loving towards him, but you also could be so dangerous and confident if you needed to defend something, like today. He absolutely loves you and will do anything he possibly can to make you happy with him. He can't lose someone as important as you.

[kadee-pn]

12.02.22

hi. it’s 2:39am and i’m watching a chem lec:,D life is hard.

today was good day filled w fun moments w my friends<3 i woke up early (ok 9am isn’t even early but these days it is for me) to eat bplate w miss pauline!!!!! she da best. i loved waffle. then we grinded at anderson. we sat near the window and it was so beautiful :o i was in awe. def made studying much more enjoyable 10/10 experience. also pauline is vv studious and focused which encouraged me to put on my a game 🤝 thank you pauline.

then, i met w a friend from my writing 2 class to do peer review! she’s so sweet :) we worked diligently and finished within an hour woooo! afterwards, i walked home to cook a late lunch- i made an omelette and hashbrowns LOLOLLL i just like breakfast food a lot. then, i watched tvd (ofc) + watched chem lec. then, i went to eat din w kimi!!!! we had viet food in sawtelle which was yummy. the bún noodles were a bit thicker for some reason LOLOLL but w the veggies and everything it was solid meal. i would recommend :D next time, i’ll be bold and try the pho :p we got boba too and sat there talking for such a long time HAHAHAHA like literally about everything. i feel like w kimi i can talk so openly and comfortably , which i’m super grateful for :) she’s amazing

then,, we went to johnny’s for kappa wine night! SUCH YUMMY WINE i’m still thinking about it. like it was fr good. the game we played was so difficult i messed up so early on and had to chug ���� but it tasted good so it was fine LOLOLLL i just rly enjoyed being w everyone bc i’ve been a lil mia these days w studying and doing my own thing. so it was def a good break from all da stress

now i am on couch and watching chem lec. D: i think imma go to bed soon tbh bc i was supposed to teach breakout session for bls tmr but we have no students T-T so i have the whole day to study tmr anyways hdheja

side note: i love rain. i was thriving today

song of the day: cry with you by jeremy zucker

ok that is all gn yall

peace

kd

[cathumanthing2]

Roseblings Chatfic AU Chapter 2

Magic bitches

2:12 am

fungi fungus gnome: i just realized

fungi fungus gnome: is anyone here actually fully human?

plant flower faerie: Nope :P /lh

plant flower faerie: Scott’s a starborne elf hybrid, im a faerie, you’re a mushroom gnome, gem and fwhip are deer hybrids, pearl has literal wings, sausage has tiny tiny antlers so hes also bambi, lizzie and jimmy are fish, joel is… something, idk, but he radiates animation magic, pix is a phantom hybrid, and joey is an avian

father: Speaking of me being a phantom hybrid, most of you haven’t slept in 24 hours. Go to sleep. You’re making my instincts go haywire over here and I really don’t want to lose control and end up attacking you or something.

tech wizard: yessir mr dadriffs sir

actual wizard: Going to sleep in just a second, just need to finish that one essay on hybrid-human politics that ms. stella assigned yesterday

glitter starboy: uughh that was so boringggg

plant flower faerie: the entire history of that is just humans hating us it was so depressing

plant flower faerie: why can’t everyone just get along?

jungle bitch: because humanity’s fucked thats why

glitter starboy: fr

father: Go to sleep before I make you.

jungle bitch: ok ok ok ok im going-

glitter starboy: does that include me?

father: I would prefer if you did but you can’t sleep at night that well due to being a starborne so I’ll let you off easy this time.

father: Everyone except for Scott, please go to bed as soon as possible.

father: Scott, please sleep when the sun starts rising and catch just a little bit of sleep.

plant flower faerie: ok gn everyone i don’t want to be attacked by pix again like last time i didnt sleep 

plant flower faerie: have sweet dreams <3/p

glitter starboy: L imajine having to sleep to survive

pathetic fish man: *imagine

glitter starboy: stfu

father: Scott.

glitter starboy: sorry sorry-

miserable, hopeless romantics

3:38 pm

engineer salmon: hes so pathetic

engineer salmon: yet so cute

engineer salmon: Help.

Shroom: depends. 

Shroom: are u gonna finally tell us who this mysterious crush of yours is?

engineer salmon: never

Shroom: worth a shot

elsa boi: imagine being a simp

engineer salmon: stfu u simp for nerds

elsa boi: …NOT ALL NERDS-

Shroom: imma add someone-

Shroom added Joey Graceffa to miserable, hopeless romantics

Joey Graceffa: shrub forced me to join

Shroom changed Joey Graceffa ’s name to simp for elves

simp for elves: im gonna kill you

simp for elves: also i only ever liked one elf

Shroom: oh really? So all the gushing about scott’s “beautiful cyan eyes” in 7th grade was false?

simp for elves: I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO FORGET THAT CRUSH EVER EXISTED-

elsa boi: i would be honored but joey would simp for a plastic spoon if it was even slightly attractive soo-

engineer salmon: sooo anywahs hows the thing w/ the mysterious beauty you keep ranting about in sapphic going shrub?

Shroom: GAHHH SHE’LL NEVER LIKE ME BACKK SHES SO COOL AND PRETTY AND IM JUST HERE WITH MY MUSHROOM HAT AND SHE PROBS DOENSTH EVEN LIKE ME AAJDFSAFI

elsa boi: so its going about the same rate as it was earlier this year

elsa boi: cool

engineer salmon: bai guys im gonna go bother gem now

elsa boi: cool

elsa boi: have fun ig

fWhip set his phone down on his desk before running out of his room and into Gem’s, where she was studying. 

She had headphones on, probably on a low volume and playing classical or calm music, and was bent over a sheet of paper, furiously writing something. She was clearly biting her tongue in the way she only does if she’s completely absorbed in what she was doing. Perfect.

He silently slipped into her room, closing the door behind him carefully, before grabbing the buzzing magnets he left in there last time he did this. He separated them before throwing them into the air and letting them clack together and buzz loudly.

Gem jumped up in her seat, magically-formed wings fluttering in shock, before turning around and fixing fWhip with a stern glare.“fWhip! You startled me!” 

“That’s the point.” he replied with a shit-eating grin.

Gem rolled her eyes before putting her headphones back on and putting them on a slightly louder volume. “I was studying for the test we’re going to have in science about how magic affects the laws of physics,” 

“Nerd.” he replied, his grin showing through his voice.

“Says the one in several robotics clubs.”

fWhip started walking out the door, and right before he left the room completely, he turned and said, “At least robots are actually cool,”

Gem simply sighed, and returned to her work. 

fWhip sighed. Lately, they had been slowly drifting apart, with Gem joining gifted classes at their school and being given more homework in general. She often stayed up for nights on end working on a project, and it was starting to worry him. He ran a hand through his too long hair.

Hopefully it would get better.

[hopefulending]

hi i am so sorry to jump into your inbox but 1) another swiftie/shiv girlie gn of color hello 2) re. your cas thoughts, i have to know what u think his fave album would be bc ive been mainlining speak now lately & imagining it as one massive destiel AMV in my head so im biased

Hello!! ok first i must say: it was so so lovely to get an ask!! I haven't gotten one in forever bc i literally only reblog things loll so seeing it in my inbox made me delighted:)))

to your point of the swiftie of color/shivgirl of color intersection. that is what kimberle crenshaw was talking about!<3 i would love to hear your shiv ideas(this season etc) bc none of the ones ive seen so far have been that great to be quite honest

prefacing the next paragraph by saying this is all like my stupid opinions and im often changing my thoughts! so inconclusive, but...

re: cas taylor thoughts. well. he's a pop girlie that is for sure and certain. however i tend to think of him as more of a charli xcx or like marina kind of pop? intellectual classic tumblrina pop if you will. so I honestly see him liking lwymmd and blank space and like most of 1989? he went to target and bought the midnights cd etc. (caveat but I think he would like her lil outfits and performances--the visual element of her brand def). i also think he can appreciate like the our song or picture to burn if it's on the radio and he would know the words. but beyond that? i simply cannot see him clicking on spotify and navigating to back to december or haunted. like he listens to avril and slayyyter. I think he processes attitude and ditzy production less than lyrics, and a lot of tay songs are led primarily by their lyrics. I also just think he likes louder music? idk. DEAN however. dear john ugly crying in his car alone! please dont be in love with someone else!!! full volume in his cvs brand headphones!! laying flat on his back crying to last kiss in bed!! he i think is very into lyrics and emotion through writing and i think he would definitely fuck w speak now and fearless as well as like shake it off or whatever that episode had in it. I think if he explained/showed cas why he likes speak now, cas would resonate w it (even if only through association--ie, dean likes this song->i like dean->i like this song) and I think he would rly enjoy it then. fave album for cas ummmm maybe rep? i think he would like singing along to it while driving, he'd like the netflix movie of it and he'd like dean being emotional abt new years day etc. also because the entirety of spn post s3 is just cas having a hot rep era yk? this got SO LONG i'm so sorry

and obligatory to mention, but if you havent you absolutely need to see the dear john jurisffiction amv. neuron rewiring!!

anyway, I'd love to hear what you think about all this!! speak now IS one massive destiel amv i'm glad you're having fun w that:)

<333 mwah!

[tahdashi]

taps mic hey guys i’m going to bed before 9 pm pls don’t have too much fun without me i know i’m usually the life of the party 😔😔

[lale-txt]

Hi Lale💖 How have you been doing today?

I’m not sure if that has been done already(if so I’m sorry, I just thought it would be funny😭) but could we please have some hc’s featuring a sex related accident or accidents with our beloved Dark King, Rayleigh? Surely someone who’s been around as long as he has probably had some moments👀

Thank you💕

(っಠ‿ಠ)っ AUD YOU KNOW THE WAY STRAIGHT IN MY HEART. i screamed when i saw your request, sent a screenshot to my friends and said how i love it when requests feel very me, like when someone thinks of something and is like, aah yes, Lale is the right person to write this. thanky you so much, i had a lot of fun with it! ily <3

❌ (nsfw) sex related accidents w/ Rayleigh (& gn!reader, Roger + Shakky... he likes to fuck ok)

big flirt that he is, Rayleigh has had lots of sex in his life, hot and steamy, but also messy and chaotic often, making the most memorable acts often the ones where things went off the rails a bit

there was this one time where you shared a hotel room with a beautiful wooden four-poster bed. it looked massive and maybe it was, but not enough to withhold Rayleigh pounding you in the mattress, making the whole thing fall apart while you were doing the deed

when it happened, one of the posts hit Rayleigh on the back of his head, almost knocking him out unconscious

you continued fucking on the floor, high from the adrenaline, only to be disrupted by a worried Roger kicking in the door to your room because he heard the sounds and was worried

“could you leave? we’re in the middle of something” – “Rayleigh, you are bleeding” – “i still have enough blood where it needs to be right now, so…”

speaking of Roger… a story that often gets told when the booze was loose on the Oro Jackson: one time when Roger and Rayleigh were banging in the shower, underestimating how slippery things could get there

they slip and fell, taking the whole shower curtain with them as they shrieked, starting the rumor that that’s how Rayleigh got his scar over his right eye (he never confirmed nor denied it)

from then on, shower sex was forbidden on the Oro Jackson except when you were wearing pool shoes

everyone knew what was about to happen when they heard the sound of flip flops approaching

one time, another wonky hotel room bed, the two of you thought you were being clever. why destroy another poor piece of furniture when there was a perfectly fine rug in the middle of the room?

you had never heard of rug burns before but you now learned the hard way what they felt like and where the name came from

on top of that, it was also the night were things got so messy you both got cum in the eye, yelling and groaning at each other as you stumbled to the bathroom and knocked an antique vase over

again, Roger bursting in into your room (this man doesn’t know how to knock nor does he grasp the concept of privacy), asking if everything was okay and in the end helped you both with cleaning yourselves, his loud laughter bouncing off the bathroom walls

you once set up a ménage à trois with Rayleigh and Shakky, unaware that they know each other (you told both that there was someone you would love to introduce them to)

“y/n. that’s literally my wife.” “so you were the young thing he spends so much time with lately.”

things got less awkward after some booze and things get steamy, only for the night to end with them bringing you to the emergency room because you slipped on some lube on the floor as you were trying to put on the harness for your strap on and knocked yourself out on a dresser

the doctor with the bright yellow hair (it reminded you of a pineapple) took down the notes about the accident without blinking, but musters Rayleigh and straight up asks if he had recovered properly from his glory hole accident last month

he did and just shrugs when you and Shakky give him a questioning look, he won’t spill all of his secrets

in conclusion: accidents are inevitable but won’t bother him that much with the right people by his side who will laugh with him through the mess and climb him again anyway

[thedancefloorsilly]

could i req the main four x reader where the reader is taller than them ? i like the idea of a taller s/o especially with someone like kurapika or leorio svsvvsvs

gon, killua, + leorio w/ a taller s/o *ੈ✩‧₊˚

UH DUH ANON I LOVE THESE REQS <333 I did something similar for kurapika here btw! since gon and Killua are short in my mind im imagining a s/o that like a few inches taller btw! and omg leorio and his tall s/o would look so hot 2gether also....

fluff, gn! reader, no warnings needed! 

gon

- AGHH even if the height difference is by a few inches or a lot, gon just LOVESS your height!! Like to him there are just so many benefits that he realized once you both started dating.

- like for example... cuddling!!! gon is a very affectionate person with you, so cuddling is a must in your relationship. something he loves the most is that you’re often the big spoon. having your arms tightly wrapped around him could make him just melt into your chest! he always feels so warm and loved and if he had the choice to cuddle away with you forever he would take it!!

- not only that but forehead kisses is something gon LOVESS. you guys could just be looking into each others eyes, and the minute you smile and then plant a kiss onto his forehead, this guy just can’t stop smiling!!!

- also piggy back rides. gon is sometimes guilty of asking for them.... okay- he doesn’t do it often, but you have given one before and it was so fun. since he has done it before, the minute he gives you this certain face, you just know what gon is trying to ask. “ugh fineee,” you’ll groan before he climbs on. and look at that, you just made this little guy a happy little guy. 

killua

- OK now height jokes between you and Killua seem almost inevitable. stuff like “how’s the whether up/down there,” is probably one of the most common jokes between you guys (how original LOL).

- if Killua is really nagging on with the jokes all you have to do is rest your arm onto his shoulder and head and he’ll immediately back off with them (with a sour face too)! But don’t worry, these jokes are all in good fun so you know you guys don’t mean anything. 

- also, if you guys are just playing around, you can just put his chocorobots in a place where he can’t reach (of course he’ll always be able to get them down, but in the moment it’s just funny.

- as much as you guys joke around though, killua could honestly care less about the height difference (since there’s honestly no reason to). he likes to look up at you to stare into your eyes, he likes being enveloped by you during your long hugs, (deep down) he likes when he has to use his tippy toes or you have to bend down just to give each other a kiss. 

- at the end of the day he loves you, and because your height is apart of you, he loves that just as much, too.

leorio

- i think leorio’s very first reaction of you was just in awe, mainly because he hardly ever see’s people who are taller than him. when someone is at the whopping height of 6′3, it sometimes comes like a shock to see a person that packs a few inches on him. lets just say leorio is completely enamored by you though.

- first things first you’re HOT! and leorio makes that apparently known by how affectionate he is. from the constant hugs and kisses to the pet names, he’s smitten when he’s around you (the others even notice that as well). also, LEGS!! leorio just... likes looking at them (and if you’re sitting down there’s always going to be a hand that rests on your thigh).

- speaking of giving hugs and kisses, leorio just often gives you hugs from the back. you could just be standing around and suddenly you have a 6′3 koala bear latched on behind you! this is then followed by a myriad of neck kisses pressed onto your nape.

- leorio figured this out when you guys started dating, but how he didn't realize he just LOVESS being held. whether its being the small spoon from cuddling or just you giving him a random hug, the way he instantly collapses into your arms shows just how much leorio enjoys it. there’s just something about you that makes him feel so safe and secure, and after-all, he has been faced with trauma throughout his life, and just being around you just makes him feel so in the moment that he forgets all these things <3

[peepsibo]

hi !!! could you possibly write headcanons for robin arellano x babysitter reader ? (platonic) w the reader maybe being like 15-17 or something. still older but still in school so they know some people robin talks abt ?<3

my first 'x reader' request <3 i hope you enjoy i have no clue what i am doing LOL. this became a lot longer than i realized... also i plan on sunday night/ monday finally answering my inbox!

(platonic) robin arellano x babysitter! reader (gn), (platonic) casper crew x babysitter! reader ; headcanons; non-canon, fluff

cw: mentions of violence, cursing, implied child abuse, small angst portion at the end that follows canon sorry i couldn't resist </3

ok so first off, you probably started babysitting him when he was like in 4th grade so like 10 years old and you were 14 trying to make some extra money

and your neighbor mrs. arellano needed someone to be with her son for four hours after school cause lets say robin's uncle had new working hours

you would pick robin up from school that let out at 3, help him with homework, make him a snack, play with him until 6 pm when his uncle would return home

very easy job!

except in the beginning robin would NOT open up

anything you would do he would look at you indifferently and not react

at like all

not even when u made his food into fun shapes

you: i cut your sandwich into fun faces! :)

robin: *slowly blinks, takes the plate of the sandwiches with no expression and walks away*

so for the first two weeks you saw him as a little brat and you couldn't handle this kid

you were considering asking mrs. arellano if she could get another babysitter so you could quit or at least watch him less

that was until one day, the day you planned to talk to mrs. arellano about getting a new sitter when this kid

absolutely out of nowhere

would not stop clinging to you

you went to pick him up from school and he zoomed out the building and fucking JUMPED to hug you

you: ????

like he wanted to be carried home, and when you couldn't cause his back pack was heavy (wtf were teachers assigning to 4th graders these days???) he settled for holding your hand and talking about his day

and when you got him home he wanted to help prepare his snack

turns out he was analyzing you to see if you were a good person, a vibe check sort to speak

and you passed! congratulations!

also turns out for his art project in school he drew you :(

(you have that photo in your wallet and show everyone even when robin is like 18 you will go 'look what robin drew for me!' and he will threaten to hit u')

so now you are stuck with this kid for the rest of your life

when his 11th birthday rolls around you're the first person this kid invites

also at this party this is when you meet finney!

robin is SO stoked to have you meet his best friend he wouldn't stop talking about it leading up to his birthday

ok so timeskip to when robin is 13 and you are 17

while he doesn't need a babysitter now he will not let you go

you are like an older sibling to him he will be damned if you stop hanging out with him

think steve and dustin from stranger things

anyways

and since now robin has like gotten in many fights now and has a rough kid reputation and now u get the pleasure of making sure his wounds don't get infected! so happy 4 u

u scold him a lot the first couple times he get in a fight while taking care of him so he has finney clean him up before he sees you after school to avoid that

speaking of finney

he would be friends with the rest of the casper crew so now you have seemingly adopted them too

i think out of the rest of the casper crew, besides robin, you would be pretty close to vance and griffin

vance, because he also is a rough kid like robin but you quickly break down vance's walls surprisingly

he tries to act tough but when u call him kiddo/ help take care of his hair he gets real quiet and has a small smile on his face

honestly ur just good with rougher kids, like when u grow up u end up going to become a therapist to help those rougher kids and understand them

and griffin because he's small, u could pick him up like a ragdoll and throw him against the wall u have this need to protect him

but he's also the biggest instigator so now u have to really control him

griffin, to vance: me, personally, i would not let that slide

you: *sighing, having to hold both vance and griffin at the collars of their shirts like cats*

you about robin: they are lovely amazing kids they are my pride and joy :)

you about vance and griffin: these are my dogs, they have rabies

for finney, you also unknowingly adopt gwen alongside him

they are a two-in-one deal tbh

when nights get bad at their house cause of their father, they leave to stay the night at yours and you comfort them

so u especially take up a more parent role for those two

also remember i mentioned u cutting robin's food into fun shapes? you bring back your star cookie cutters for finney

he acts nonchalant but inside he's freaking out over the star shaped sandwiches

for billy/ paperboy, hes like the most normal of the bunch, the straightman if u will

when u have to leave the room for like two minutes u always have billy be in charge (he has those spray water bottles u use on cats when they misbehave)

now bruce... i feel like he unknowingly makes enemies with people so now u have to protect this kid from getting jumped and he has not a damn clue what's going on

u knock on his head and u hear an echo (/lh)

so atp robin def has a key to your house so now they can terrorize u whenever u want

you, walking into your home: hello people who don't live hear

robin: yo

vance: sup

bruce: hey!

billy: *waves without looking up from his book*

finney: robin brought us here

griffin: we were out of doritos so we came to steal from you!

they all take a year away from your life

to circle this back to robin, you two are obviously the closest

as stated above, he sees you as an older sibling and while u love all the others who entered your life, it will always be you and robin

you are the first person he tells when he gets a 'C' on his math test

he will always be able to mention you to someone in a conversation

you are one of his role models in life

at the end of the day, you two will always be bonded for life

extra: canon angst!-

when robin goes missing, you are a mess. it was one of the two days you typically don't see robin, and now you feel it was your fault he was taken. how could you be so careless? late at night, you wish it was you that was taken.

[my-misplaced-soup]

Could I pls request headcanons of pina w/ a fennec Fox s/o that’s shy and pretty short ( under 5’0 ). And they’re kinda insecure because they’ve heard about him being a playboy and such, only for him to comfort them??? Apologies if this doesn’t make sense/is confusing

Gn reader pls

Thank you in advance!! Have a wonderful day/noon/night 💞

Pina with a GN! Fennec fox S/O

Of course my dear! Have a good day/afternoon/night as well <3

Was this a request?: Yes

Reader is gn and a fennec fox

You decided to join the drama club just to spice up your life

Nothing interesting had happened to you in a few months so the drama club sounded like a fun time

You joined around the same time as Pina did

And oh boy was he pretty

You knew he was an asshole the second he started talking

His very pretty appearance couldn't mask his cocky and rude behavior

But even after all that you still felt strange around him

Your stomach felt full of butterflies and your face felt hot around him

Him being a solid foot taller than you didn't help

He had taken an interest to you as well

He often ate lunch with you when neither of you were busy

He bought the two of you lunch usually since you hated talking to the staff

You paid him back everytime so he wasn't spending a bunch of money

He told you about how he had multiple girlfriends at the same time

and how he confused their names

and how they all eventually found out and broke up with him

Now you felt guilty for liking him that way

"What if he just forgets about me? What if he says he feels the same way only to brag he dated a fennec fox?"

Those thoughts often ran through your head during practice

Fall came around quickly, which ment the fall performance was right around the corner

By that time Pina knew about your feeling for him and he had known for a while

He teased you by hovering around you while you were cleaning up, joking about how you felt about him, sometimes even getting uncomfortably close to you

You were playing as one of the deaths for the play

Having such a big role for the first performance your doing got your heart racing and your anxiety going

Pina and the other could tell you were nervous

So he decided to help you before the show started

He leaned down to match eye level with you so neither of you had to strain your neck

"Y/N, I know having such a big role for your first performance is nerve wracking. It's ok to feel nervous, especially around me, but I know you can do it."

He patted your shoulder, as he stood up straight to walk away

Before he could do that you jumped up and hugged his neck, your tail wagging happily

"Thank you Pina"

Surprised from the sudden hug he took a second to hug you back

He offered for you two to hang out after the play that night

Sorry if this was super ooc and all that. And sorry if this isnt what you really wanted but I hope you enjoyed :]