#corky x reader insert

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corky head cannons [the bikeriders]

summary; random corky head cannons.

warnings; just fluff

author's note: enjoy!

🏍Trial by error.🏍

One day at the bar, Corky had the guts to ask you if you wanted a smoke. When you told him you didn't smoke, he offered you a drink instead. When you told him you had somewhere to be, he asked if he could get you anything at all.

"How 'bout you gimme ten feet, Corky?" You're shuffling backwards and crossing your arms, looking for your friend or the nearest exit—whichever came first. The last thing you wanted was for him to think he was winning you over.

"How about one?" He takes a big step towards you and his face is, more accurately, inches from yours. Before he has a chance to kiss you, he pulls back and lightly tilts your chin upwards before strutting over to his buddies, who are all laughing in the corner. He's fully convinced that this move alone—his attempt at almost kissing you— finally has you flustered. But little did he know, you had had a crush on him since the first day you've met.

🏍Going down the highway.🏍

Being with Corky felt like going down a highway at full speed without a care in a world. You both were always laughing; living in your own little world while everyone seemed to be passing by. There wasn't a moment that went by where your boyfriend wasn't close to you in some way. He wasn't afraid to pull you to his side or even you have you sit in his lap when everyone was enjoying each other's company. You both are always in the corner of the room snickering at everyone else or something the other said.

🏍He thinks you're pretty.🏍

Corky calls you an assortment of pet names that are not limited to some variation of doll, doll face, pretty, baby, sugar. You told him you weren't a fan of pet names, so he stuck with 'doll face' just to tease you. Your harmless glare only made him laugh.

He was often joking around with you—sometimes too much for his own good. When he knows he's truly gotten under your skin, he'll surrender and wrap his arms around you from behind, apologizing like there's no tomorrow for teasing you so much. He knows he hasn't earned your forgiveness until you struggle to keep a straight face. It is this expression that gives him the greenlight to steal a kiss from your cheek.

[obbystars]

A Walk with Angels

Synopsis: An angel who bound itself to this hellish place, and a man-made angel.

Notes: A gift for @kulfyraz! love ya dad! / OC-insert x2 / No romance, just friends being silly / Sebastian is briefly mentioned (red buzzer) / Near-death experience / shockingly a lot of bickering / someone save Sebastian from these idiots / just a bunch of encounters, wanted to write some entities

Credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

(I love Corky guys, I love his OC sm. He’s so cute and silly I wanna squish his little face even though he’d bite me but idc. Also different layout for different character teehee. btw I plan to have the Oberon x Reader out next, so if you’re waiting for that, you’re in luck)

There was something glowing in the rubble and he wanted it. He’s been digging through it for the past few minutes until he finally gets it unstuck. Once it was finally free, its light had already faded. He shook it once and it turned on, but only for a second. He shook it even more and watched the light shine brighter. It even made a rather obnoxious sound. He grinned, knowing exactly who to annoy with this little light.

With that in mind, he stores it on his belt and continued on. He was careful to not run into the expendable prisoners that were being sent down here, but there was always a few that catches them off guard. It was nothing an angler couldn’t handle while he escapes elsewhere, and the angler didn’t even have to kill them either. As long as it slowed them down and allowed him to escape.

Corky eventually finds the open vent in the wall and crawls through, only to find the room empty. Everything was moved. His fins lowered as he scowled. Sebastian moved shop again. If anything, it was probably because those Urbanshade guardsmen did a sweep of the area or got a little too close for comfort. He groaned at the thought and crawled back out. With how large the facility was, it was anyone’s guess where he could be now.

Back to more exploring then, was his only thought as he looks for a new route to explore.

Along the way, he chased off a wall dweller that tried to sneak up on him and yelled at the bull shark out the window for scaring him, but she couldn’t hear him. That’s when he spotted a certain item sitting on the desk, so he quickly picked it up and flashed the shark with the beacon before running off. He doesn’t bother taking it with him.

Once the shark was finally off his tail, he slows down and continues to explore and search through the drawers. He eventually opens a door and pauses at what he sees on the other side. A hotel lobby?

He steps back, closing the door. He took the green flashlight off his belt and shook it to process what he just saw and to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. He opens the door again and the room remains the way he found it. A hotel lobby, one that looks oddly taken care of but no one has been here for a very long time. There’s the sound of rain just outside too, but how is it raining? Everything is made out of wood too which wouldn’t be possible to keep out all of that water from outside, right?

He stomps his foot on the wooden boards, and it did make the kind of sound you would hear. He listens for that familiar muffled sound of the water outside, but it’s only rain. Thunder too. It was like he was suddenly brought to the surface. It couldn’t have been that easy.

“Oookayy…” He sighs, “Totally not weird at all,”

He goes to open the next door, and the hotel continues. He continues to shake the green flashlight as he continued on. The numbers on the doors kept going up as well. Sometimes there were plus shaped rooms, and other times there were T-shaped rooms. Nothing seemed to be hiding in the walls, the anglers were nowhere to be found, and there’s no way the bull shark can find him here.

As he opens the next door, the lights suddenly flickered.

“Huh? An anger?”

His fins stand up as he hears an unfamiliar sound. A loud, distant yet quickly approaching sound. He turns towards the door he just stepped through and sees something glowing a bright green approaching. That’s not Chainsmoker. It’s moving too fast.

As the face of the incoming monster becomes clear, Corky yelps and immediately darts inside the nearest closet. The creature remains in the room for a moment before it retreats. He opens the closet door slightly to peak through, only to feel something crawl up his tail. Almost instantly he jumps out of the closet with his tail in his hands.

“H-Hey!! Hands off!”

But there’s no one in the closet. His fin twitches as he hears the creature coming back.

“Seriously?!” He goes back into the closet and holds it shut, “That’s not Froger either! What the hell?!”

The creature leaves again and he steps out once its screams had faded. He remained close to the closet in case it came back.

“Corky?”

His fins perked up. He recognized that voice, “Hey, Oberon! Is that you?”

“Oh dear… I’m so sorry, you’re in one of the rooms I dragged here,”

“So this is your doing. Wow. Pretty impressive there, but how do I get out?”

There was a brief silence before a padlock fell from one of the closed doors, “Enter through that door. You will return to the blacksite,”

“Really? Just like that?” Corky walks up to the door and turns the handle.

The door is suddenly pulled open which causes Corky to stumble forward and bump into someone.

“Yes. Just like that,”

Corky looks up at the masked angel and smiles. He quickly stands up and hugs the angel tightly.

“Oberonnn!!”

“Hello Corky,” he hugs back.

Corky pulls away and shows him the green flashlight, “Look what I found,”

“Oh?” He leans down to look at it, “Well now, that’s not something you see down here often. Where did you find such a thing?”

“It was stuck under some rubble and I dug it out. Oh, by the way, Sebastian moved shop again. You seen him anywhere?”

Oberon nods as he stands up straight, “Why yes. I was just there a moment ago before I eventually sensed you wandering through those rooms,”

“Perfect! Take me to him!” He demands, “I wanna annoy him with it!”

“I believe it is called a “gummylight,” Oberon laughs, “What a funny name,”

“Ah, who cares what it’s called! It makes this ANNOYING sound when I shake it!”

Corky starts shaking it rapidly and the flashlight lets out a clicking sound. It would keep going for as long as he shook it, so Oberon gently catches his hand and stopping him from shaking the flashlight.

“Alright, alright. I was going to head back anyway once everything in those rooms were done, but seeing as it was only you, I suppose I’ll entertain you on the way,”

Corky laughs, “You came all the way here for lil’ ol’ me? Wowww, I wouldn’t for you,”

“Not even for your favorite angel buddy? Corky, I’m hurt. And after all we’ve been through…”

“Ughh!! Jeez, don’t be such a drama queen! Now c’mon,” he claps his hands, “It’s only a matter of time before that guy moves shop again,”

“Unfortunately, it may take longer than you’d like. I may have gotten here rather quickly through my abilities, but we’ll have to walk,”

“Aw, really?” Corky slumped, “Why?”

“Remember last time? The force had knocked you out cold for half a day,”

“Man…can’t believe this whole angel stuff is so difficult. My body has to get used to that? But I’ve been like this for years!”

Oberon sighs, “I understand, but you are not purely an angel. You were not created as I was,”

Corky rolled his eyes at that and huffed. He really had no other option, so walking is exactly what they’d have to do. The situation itself wasn’t that bad, however. All it meant was that Corky gets to spend quality time with Oberon as they talk. Oberon can also lead the expendables away should their paths cross at some point, so it was perfect. He wouldn’t need to call an angler to chase them off.

One of the rooms they’d come across would have pipes sitting on a wall. There’s an electrical hazard near the bridge as well. Oberon narrows his eyes as he looks to the pipes on the wall, then up to the camera sitting in the corner. He tilts his head, only using his finger to knock it off its stand then returns his attention to the pipes. He curls his fingers to form a fist and the pipes are snapped clean off. Water begins to rush through and soon begin to flood the bridge that connects the platforms.

“What was that?” Corky turns around. He was already in the next room.

“Oh, nothing. I’m just giving the prisoners a new problem to solve on their way to the crystal,”

The water should be electrified by now. Anyone stupid enough would walk through it, and part of him hoped that didn’t happen any time soon. It’s only meant to slow them down anyway. Hopefully he can also make sure knocking out some cameras can cause the sinners to lose track of their prisoners, but he doubts it’d be that easy. He hopes they’d find some way to escape from their clutches, but alas, the reward seems to be way too enticing. He’s learned quickly anyone would do anything for money.

They’d soon come across the server farm, and right now, Oberon’s only concern is the Good People. He hopes Painter sees it’s only them and leads the Good People away. As Oberon walked down the stairs, Corky had other plans. Instead, he jumped onto the support beams and balanced his way across the room.

Hearing the lack of footsteps behind him, Oberon turns and looks up, “Corky. How did you get up there?”

There was no bitterness in his tone, he wasn’t annoyed or angry but seemed to be playing along. He knew how he got up there, but he asked anyway.

Corky laughs and points to the stairs, “Take a good look. Perfect angle, and a nice little spot to lay on,”

Oberon tilts his head as he puts his hands on his hips, “Really? Is that so?”

Corky sat on the beams and tested the comfort by lying down. It didn’t take long for him to sit up, “Yeah, never mind,”

“Alright, come on down,” he walks up to him with his hands up, ready to catch him.

Corky smiled and pushed himself off. The other angel caught him without problem, and he jumps out of his arms and runs ahead. There was a code breacher sitting on the table beside the door he just ran through, and Oberon decides to take it along with him. He doesn’t often take the items with him as he leaves them for the expendables to pick up, but he makes a few exceptions.

Upon entering the next room, Corky seemed to have started looking through the drawers. There was a side room as well, but it was locked. Luckily for Oberon, he has a key to open it.

“Ah, hold on a moment,”

“Hm? What’s up?” Corky stops and turns to Oberon as he puts the strange sealed envelope down.

“Sebastian may like to have some of those loose assets inside,”

“Those are for those expendable guys, just leave ‘em!”

“Yes, but then those same guys will likely get eaten and swallowed up by a wall dweller, pandemonium, or even possibly fall into a hole. Or perhaps into lava, which means the data is lost and chances of leaving are further reduced,”

Corky scoffs, crossing his arms, “I hate it when you’re right…”

The door slides open after Oberon presses a few more buttons and heads inside. There were quite a few stacks of documents and a few flash drives inside. Corky decides to take a look as well and finds another code breacher in a locker.

“I’m guessing you want to take this along?”

“Yes. I have been seeing quite a few rooms with these locked sections,” Oberon holds out his hand and Corky gives it to him, “Besides, should the expendables be unlucky enough to not have one on them either, then that means less data,”

“Yeah yeah, I get it,” he groans, “Less data, no escape for us. No need to repeat yourself, jeez…”

Oberon skims through some documents before stacking them into a neat pile. He turns to Corky and holds a few flash drives to him, “May you hold onto these for me?”

“Fine,”

Corky stuffs the flash drives into the small pouches strapped over his chest. Oberon stands up with the documents in his arm and Corky follows him out into the next room.

“By the way Corky, the Eyefestation has been rather feisty. You didn’t do something to her, did you?”

“Huhh? Me? Nooooo, never!!” He smiled.

“Corky. You know I hate it when you start lying,”

“Ugh, alright fine! She scared me, so of course I had to do it!”

He lets out a faint chuckle and adjusts the documents in his arms, “My, she didn’t deserve that Corky,”

He huffs and turns away. Oberon stops walking as he closes the door behind them, knowing what room is up ahead. The path leads directly to the DiVine.

“Oh come on… I can’t stand going through their rooms…” Corky shivered.

“As long as you stay off the grass, they’ll leave you alone,”

“I know, but man some of them like to crowd around the door! It scares me every time!”

Oberon gently ruffled Corky’s hair before continuing on, “We’re almost there. Sebastian set up shop in their rooms,”

“Of course he did…”

The moment Oberon opens the door, Corky lets out a yelp as they see the humanoid vines surrounding the entrance.

“Ah, they think they’re being funny,” he laughs.

“They are so not!! I hate it whenever they do that!”

“No more fussing, let’s go,”

Corky pulls up his hood and stays behind Oberon in the mean time. Some rooms had their lights knocked out, so Oberon would make a small ball of light in his hand to light the way. It wasn’t too bright to actually bother the squiddles, but if they did stand too close for too long then they may react.

A distant scream is soon heard which makes Corky rather quick to defend himself, “I didn’t do that. She found her way here on her own,”

“I know,” he smiles, “Here, this room should keep is safe,”

The DiVine was in there as well, but didn’t seem to be doing much. The floor trembles as the pink angler passes by which does cause the DiVine to react, but they only turned towards the noise the angler had made.

“Ugh, does she have to be so loud? It hurts my ears…”

“Well, at least the lights don’t break whenever she’s here,”

In one of the rooms, the bull shark finds them again and seems pretty upset to see Corky. So he just makes sure he’s out of sight by using Oberon as a wall between him and her. Oberon did give her a wave before they entered the next room. He suddenly stopped walking which made Corky bump into him.

“Hey, why’d you stop?”

Corky leans to the side to see why Oberon stopped walking, but he quickly got his answer. Upon seeing the vent in the wall, Corky points at it with a huge grin on his face as he looked to Oberon. He didn’t need to say it as the angel already knew what he was going to ask, so he just nods. He watches Corky practically dive into the vent.

Oberon looks to some of the DiVine who were surrounding the light. One seemed a bit curious and was reaching towards it. He decides to turn it so it was directed away from the vent which causes a reaction. The DiVine moves away. With that, Oberon goes to join the other two.

“Hey Sebastiaaaaan!!” Corky then yells, “Guess what I found!”

The taller fish groaned, sitting up from the desk with piles of documents and vials and flash drives scattered about, “Ughh… What-?”

The moment Corky came out and held up the green flashlight, his ear fins lowered.

“Oh, no…”

Oberon stands up and dusts himself off, stifling a laugh, “I did not take him to the A-0001 containment room. He found it all on his own,”

“And you didn’t think it was necessary to take it from him? It’s so obnoxious!!”

“I’m not one to take someone else’s toys, my friend. Although, I find it quite amusing,”

“Oh, my suffering is amusing, huh?” Sebastian retorts, towering over the angel, “But look what I have here! A Necrobloxicon. Would be a shame if I opened it, huh?”

“I’d advise not to do that,”

“Yeah, exactly,”

[itsabee]

listen, i feel like a literal freak typing this but would you guys be cool with me writing a mini fic of a reader insert x your headcanon joan? they're just the literal hottest yn you guys have ever made to me, and i want a heavily religious yn and her exploring each others bodies in the most lesbian and blasphemous way. im pretty sure if im not mixing this up, you guys briefly brought up envisioning joan as similar looking to corky from bound. i literally kicked my feet and squealed when that was spilled. if im mixing this up, just feel free to ignore this ask but i so badly want to write a short story full of religious trauma and shame. in ho1c, i love reading joan gradually become more comfortable with themselves around people like nina who get the struggle of being deeply entwined with religion before becoming a much more liberated and free version of themselves, as well as her interactions with those who just simply want to show them that sex isn't an act meant to dirty one's soul but rather something full of pleasure, experimentation, and fun. however, i cant hope but literally froth at the mouth over the thought of joan with someone much more reserved, who holds the same beliefs that their purity is above all else in order to not taint their god, and that engaging in worldly human acts like lust or intimate pleasure is a colossal sin of the highest degree. i want bitter yearning and unsure touches before a grand crescendo of the most vile sex between joan and someone; their inner turmoil and reactions. the blaming of one another for tainting their body, the hatefucking and regret, the gnashing of teeth stained with the blood and flesh of not just god, but a lover. anyways, yeah, that's my brain rot abt how i want to see joan spiral worse than they already are in a religious sense and asking for permission to write about it.

OH MY GOD PLWAZE PLEASE PLEAZE PLEAZE ‼️‼️‼️‼️

PLEAZE????

And yes Joan in my head is corky but dirty blonde :3

[iridescentprose]

I finally had the privilege of seeing bikeriders so I'd like the open requests now! I am open to writing for Benny, Corky, and Wahoo!

Request away!

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Danny x reader insert—The Bikeriders

summary; in which your perception about Danny begins to change.

warning(s); none just fluff

author's note: thanks for voting in my last poll! expect more fics to come!

The first punch was thrown about an hour after the picnic started.

Of course a little blood and a couple of loose teeth on the ground didn't bother you when you were watching the Vandals from a distance alongside their wives.

Unfortunately, you were a little too close for comfort this time when the first punch was thrown and Kathy, Gail, and Betty were nowhere in sight.

Scrambling from the wooden picnic table, you sidestepped two drunken bikers tussling with Johnny on the ground. The two assailants wore colors you didn't recognize.

"You dumb pieces of—"

A breeze of nicotine rushed past you, making you stumble. His slew of insults got lost in the sound of violent grunts that took place behind you.

You opened your mouth to tell Benny to watch it, but you quickly shut up, knowing that your words would get lost in the wind as he headed straight for Johnny's rescue.

You couldn't have been more grateful for leaving your secluded spot at the picnic table just in time for Benny to tackle one of the bikers on top of Johnny, and throw him onto the wooden surface. Thankfully, you turned your head just in time to hear Benny's knuckles crack against the man's nose.

"Y/N!"

You lifted your head upwards, narrowly missing Wahoo and Corky as they drunkenly ran past you to help Benny—who was most likely getting himself killed because of his recklessness. You shielded your eyes from the sun and sprinted towards the voice that called out your name.

By the time you reached the pickup truck, Danny had his hand extended towards you. You took it, and he carefully pulled you up onto the bed of the truck, sweat sprinkling his forehead. Once he was sure you caught your footing, he released your hand and you took a seat on the blanket that was sprawled beneath you.

"I didn't know you liked seeing 'em fight up close," Danny joked, readjusting the strap of his camera around his neck. He pointed the silver lens at the mob that was now forming around the area where you were once sitting.

"I don't," you said, eyes going to the side of his face and then to the commotion from afar. You brushed the dirt and loose pieces of grass from your palms before sitting on the side of your knees folded under you.

Although you didn't care much for any of those Vandals, you only stuck around because the Wives were the only friends you truly had. The only thing setting you apart from them was the fact that you weren't married to one of those brutes in a matching leather jacket. (You weren't married at all, to be frank.) But this fact didn't bother you. In fact, you had no intention of ever wanting to marry a Vandal for the sake of them either getting killed on their bike or cut by somebody's knife. You simply enjoyed their company because it was must better than being alone.

But your dislike for some of the Vandals didn't outweigh your distrust for Danny.

Perhaps it was his probing questions towards you and your friends, or that invasive rectangular box with a lens that hung around his neck. Regardless, you didn't trust him fully. Either that, or he intrigued you and you didn't want to admit it entirely to yourself.

"How come you're not out there helpin' them?" You asked in between the clicks of his camera. "Don't know how to fight?"

You knew the answer to this, but you just wanted to shake off the embarrassment of nearly getting in the middle of a breakout fight.

"I'm not much of a fighter," he said with a chuckle, a look of amusement passing over his features. "I prefer to be behind the camera instead of in front of it."

"Well, I prefer there not be a camera in the first place."

"Is that why you won't let me take a picture of you, Y/N?"

You turned to look at him, your cheeks getting warmer than the sun beating down on you both. He was looking straight ahead, seemingly satisfied with the pictures of sweaty, bloody men rolling around in the dirt. He grinned when he finally looked at you. "You're camera shy. Is that why you won't let me take your picture?"

"I'm not shy. I just don't like my picture taken, that's all," you said, defensively.

"Well, do you like taking the pictures?" He got off his knees and sat next to you, removing the camera from around his neck.

You shuffled, putting a bit of distance between you. "I've never tried." You shrugged carelessly, finding this conversation to be pointless and ridiculous.

"Maybe you'll like being behind the camera, then."

Before you could respond, Danny placed his camera in your lap. "You look through that little square there," he said, pointing to the back of the camera, "and make sure it aligns just right. Then you pull this lever back and press that button at the top to take the picture."

You looked down at the camera in your hands before looking at Danny with a lifted brow.

He chuckled softly. "Come on, try it." He took the strap of the camera and carefully draped it around your neck, his fingers lightly brushing the little hairs there. Quietly, he demonstrated on how to hold it up to your face and you reluctantly mimicked his movements. "Now, just find something interesting."

You took a breath and let your eyes sweep over the picnic. The fight had settled down and the boys were separating to their own corners. Some went to wrap their arms around their wives as if they had won the battle. The beers were flying left and right and the bikes were roaring in the distance. Perceptively, you panned the camera all the way around until you landed on the photographer himself. He was busy tinkering with his portable microphone.

At the sound of the click, he looked up as if surprised to be the subject of your aperture.

"How does it feel to be the one in front of the camera?" You grinned, playfully.

"Still nothing compared to being behind it," He smiled back before hopping off the bed of the truck. "But since you took my picture, you know what that means, right?"

He offered his hand to help you down. He slid off the truck with his ease and released his hand before smoothing out your shirt.

"What?" you asked, removing the camera from around your neck and handing it to him.

"That I get to take a picture of you" he insisted, kindly. "Just one, I promise. If that's okay."

You crossed your arms as if to mull it over before rolling your eyes. "Fine. Just one. But I don't know how to pose or anything."

"Just be you," he said, setting down his portable microphone. He put the camera around his neck and lifted it up to his face, waiting to take your picture.

You sighed and hoisted yourself on the tail-end of the bed of the truck. You crossed your legs and set your hands in your lap. Just as you were about to look directly at the camera, Betty had called your name from afar, waving you over. The camera clicked as you looked over Danny's shoulder as the group migrated to a small bonfire.

"Perfect," Danny said, looking down at his camera. He glanced behind him as the group formed before looking back at you. "You look great."

You hopped off the truck. "But I wasn't ready," you said with a slight laugh, knowing he had caught you off guard just as you had done him. "I wasn't even looking."

"The most beautiful pictures are the candid ones, Y/N." His smile lingered before he bent down and picked up his equipment. Slowly he turned to join the rest of the group surrounding a small fire.

It took you a moment as the butterflies in your stomach began to flutter about. The smile on your face stuck like glue and all of sudden you were unsure of what to do with your hands.

That Danny...he sure was somethin'.