#even if i appreciate the ease of being able to do them whenever i want

[neon-zoologist]

i just checked the answers for one of my online weekly quizzes so I could know which one I got wrong and turns out I just misclicked

[dreamingonfilm]

✧˖*°࿐ Cramps | D.M

Draco Malfoy x f!reader, fluff

Summary: In which Draco takes care of you whilst you’re on your period.

Request: Yes

w/c: 1.1K

You groaned once more as you rolled over in bed, grabbing hold of your covers and bringing them above your head to try and muffle the sound of your roommates talking. On most days, you’d be right there alongside them, complaining about your most recent potions assignment  and gossipping about who is taking who to the upcoming Yule ball. But today, all you wanted to do was lay in bed, curl up in a ball, and die; any means of escape necessary to help ease the pain that was going on in your uterus.

It was already noon, and you were still in bed. You had no plans on leaving soon, even if it meant sacrificing your weekend trip to Hogsmeade that you had been planning for the past few weeks. Your friends only giving you looks of sympathy, as they started grabbing hold of all their things, getting ready to leave for the day.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” One of the girls asked you, as the group started heading for the door.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you squeak out, “I don’t think it’s going to get any better any time soon. Can you just tell Draco I’m not going?” 

They give you a small nod as they close the door behind them. The room finally silent after a full morning of chatter, at last you could take a nap. 

You bury yourself deeper into your sheets as you try and find a more comfortable position. The warmth of the blankets hugging your body as you found yourself drifting further and further into sleep. Nothing could disturb you now.

Nothing except for Draco that is.

The door flung open, a loud bang ricocheting off the walls, as he rushed over to your side. A worried look plastered on his face as he went to put his palm on your forehead. A look of confusion now taking over once he realized you weren’t actually ill. 

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” he asked, going in to give you a kiss on the cheek, “the girls told me that you were sick so I decided to stay behind as well. But you don’t seem ill.” 

You didn’t know whether to be angry at him for disturbing you, or appreciative of the fact that he cared about your well-being. You sat yourself up from the bed, a cramp hitting you as you did so, causing you to let out a little yelp in pain and clutch your stomach. Draco gave you a look of sympathy as he realized what was wrong.

“I’m not sick Draco,” you let him know, “just on my period.” 

He let out a small hum and gave you a gentle kiss on the nose. It was days like these that you were thankful for the blonde, mean-eyed, Slytherin boy that you were able to call your boyfriend. It was no surprise to you as to why so many people saw Draco as cold, you weren’t a stranger to his rude remarks and cold glances, but thankfully throughout your years at Hogwarts, Draco and you managed to develop a strong and unbreakable bond. One that gave him the confidence to show you this soft side of him, and for this you were grateful.

So, by routine, the boy got up from your side and started heading out the door. 

“I’ll be back with your tea and a pumpkin pastry.” He put his hand to the knob and started stepping out.

“Wait!” You interrupted. He turned around and gave you a confused look. It became habitual for him to get you tea and sweets whenever you were sick or during your period, and usually you were okay with him leaving you for just a few minutes.

“Do you need anything else?”

“No, just, for the tea,” you hid a shy smile in midst of his concerned gaze, “just remember to add honey and tw–”

“Two sugarcubes, but not the ones from the first cabinet, the ones hidden behind the ugly flower vase near the window.” He finished your sentence. It was such a small and silly thing to be flustered about, especially since it is something that happens so often, but right now, all you could think about was the fact that he was in your room taking care of you and that he remembered how you like your tea. 

“I’d be a terrible boyfriend if I didn’t remember. I’ll be back soon, my sweet.” He came back up next to you and gave you a kiss, turning around and then finally exiting the room.

—-

Twenty minutes later your boyfriend finally returned. In his hands your tea, some sweets, and one of his sweaters. He gave you a flashy grin as he came to your side, placing the things down on your bedside table. 

“Drink this,” he handed you the tea, “It will make you feel better.” 

You grab hold of the small cup and start drinking it. Groaning and trying to resist the urge to curl up into a fetal position every few moments from the constant cramping. “Thank you Dray, but I don’t think the pain is going to go away soon.” 

The boy took the now empty cup and set it aside. He pushed a stray strand of hair away from your face and behind your ear as he went to lay down next to you. Peppering your face with kisses as you laughed in between, almost forgetting about the ache. “Is it really that bad?” He asked.

“Mhm.” You let out sweetly, bringing yourself close to him to try and capture some of his warmth. He smelt of mint and mahogany, a scent that you knew all too well. The boy grabbed the sweater from your bedside and handed it to you, watching as you put it over your tank top. He grabbed hold of your hands and started rolling up the sleeves.

“Then,” he finally finished rolling the sleeves and gave you a small kiss, “I guess I will stay with you until you feel better.” 

“Even if it’s for the rest of the week?” You asked him, taking notice of how soft his gaze has become. 

He closed the small remaining space between you. Both of your bodies glued together as he hummed your favorite song into your ear. Forgetting about your missed Hogsmeade trip, as well as the Pumpkin Pastries that were now going cold on your bedside, he responded,

“Especially if it means the rest of the week.” 

And you didn’t doubt his words for a second.

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[twistedlovelines]

Part two of the sub sebek post 👉👈 (same person who asked last time, was gonna ask sooner but I forgot...if you can do some more intended for male readers I'd be delighted and will owe you my soul, lungs, kidneys and eyes. It's okay if not though, you can still get my soul)

Have a lovely day/night

Sub! Sebek with a M! Reader (18+, MDNI)

Sub! Sebek, oral, (reader giving) anal,  fingering (m! receiving), creampie,  m! Human! Reader 

Service. Sub.

He's far too prideful to initiate a quickie, but he'll shoot you desperate gazes the whole day in the hopes you understand his meaning. A firmer-than-necessary squeeze on your shoulder or waist as he moves past you, letting out a noise that sounds suspiciously like a moan when you pin him down during training, etc.

Genuinely loves being between your thighs and serving you. He doesn’t have to worry about anything but your pleasure during this time, and he trusts you wholly, allowing him to relax and let his worries slip away with every thrust in his mouth. 

While he’s more focused on your pleasure at first, he does enjoy being the target of your affections in private (key word: private- he can’t handle too much PDA and prefers to show more overt forms of affection in private because it feels more genuine). 

Generally, he’s never really cared much for exploring his own body and preferred to take care of things as quickly as possible (aka getting off by his own hand). He’s not familiar with toys, and never really seeks them out unless you introduce them to him ^^

As a result, he's quite nervous the first time you play with his ass and penetrate him. He's tense!! Anal in general requires the receiver to be relaxed, but Sebek in particular is so wound up that you need to work him through an orgasm or two before you can even insert a finger.

When you’re able to work your way up to stuff him with your cock, he’s wonderfully prepped for you. His hair is completely disheveled, his calloused hands having run through it in (failed) attempts to reign in his reactions. Spread completely for you, his cock is erect, leaning over his stomach as the flushed pink tip drips with pre-cum.  “Well? What are you waiting for, human?” He snarls breathlessly.  Frankly, it comes out weaker than he intended, but he can’t quite get himself to care. His nipples are sore from how you had toyed with them earlier, and he can feel himself clenching around nothingness as you pump yourself a few times before lining up with his hole. 

As much as you try to ease yourself into him, Sebek can’t help but gasp at how full he feels whenever you fuck into him, and tends to hook his legs around you in response, wanting to feel as close to you as possible.

He cums fairly quickly given how overwhelming this experience is for him the first time, but he finds it a waste for you to allow your cum to leak out of him, so he whines and tugs you closer after you cum inside of him <3

Sebek finds himself surprisingly clingy after sex- even as you both give aftercare and collect yourselves. He can’t help but want to hold you close after such intimacy, and you’re happy to reciprocate.

a/n: reblogs and comments appreciated <3 requests are closed right now, but feel free to brainrot about any ideas or ask for me 2 elaborate in my inbox <33

[eunbitchh]

sit back & watch me ride

*18+ MDNI*

pairing: mike schmidt x f!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: thigh riding, slight degradation (inner monologue), teensy tiny hint of perv mike, praise, mike cums untouched lol

title based off a lyric from this song, stream it & stan chungha:

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the familiar sound of the front door opening and shutting and the heavy steps of mikes work shoes filled the halls, catching your attention from the bathroom where you were just finishing moisturizing your skin after having a warm bubble bath to ease the days anxieties away. you peek your head out of the bathroom door and see mikes figure in the distance hanging up his security vest along with putting his wallet and keys in their designated spot not too far from the front door. you quickly finish up moisturizing your skin and slide on your bed shirt (his shirt, specifically) and a sheer pair of lacey panties so you can go greet him after his long nigh shift he had just come home from.

“hey mike, how was work?” you ask him and lay a soft kiss to his cheek. he looked exhausted, he always did, with the dreams? nightmares rather? that plagued him at any attempt to rest. he sighs and rubs a hand down his face

“uneventful.. has abby eaten?”

you nod “yeah, i made us some lasagna so if you’re hungry i could heat some up for you to eat?”

he seemed to like that idea, so that’s what you did, sharing small talk while he ate and just generally enjoying one another’s presence.

mike always appreciated having you around, he never thought he would find someone who loved and cared about both him and his sister the way that you did, but having you around definitely brought a bit of light into their lives again. he loved you, a lot. however he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty that your sex lives weren’t all that active- both due to abby being around and the conflicting scheduling between the 2 of you resulting in you both simply be too tired to even think of sex. it was pretty rare that you’d both have the time to have sex at all, but you would both find ways around that regardless.

tonight was 1 of those nights, you were horny, and who could blame you? mike looked good. messy curls, the scruff that created a delicious prickle of pain whenever he went down on you, and those ever so tired eyes. it’s almost as if he was psychic and could hear your thoughts, or maybe you just hadn’t paid attention to what he was saying.. but he was looking at you with a raised eyebrow and a hint of amusement written on his face.

“there something you want?”

“yeah, you.” you answered. blunt? yes. but you were growing antsy after not having been able to have any form of stimulation from him, or even yourself the past 2 weeks. it was torture, you wanted to do nothing more than jump his bones here and now. thankfully tonight abby was having a sleepover at a friends house after the dinner you shared with her earlier so you wouldn’t have to worry about keeping your voice down.. which you knew would be an issue with how touch starved you were currently.

“yeah? how do you want me darling?” he asked you, eyes never faltering away from you, a subtle challenge glinting within them. mike adored you, truly, and despite being too tired to fuck you properly like you deserve he would still do anything it took to leave you satisfied. you eyes scanned over his face and down his body from where he sat, eyes zeroing in on his thighs.

god how you loved those thighs. they were thick and muscular, completely irresistible.

“can i ride your thigh?” you asked him, softly biting your bottom lip while you peered back at his face.

he nodded at your question and patted a hand on his thigh, inviting you to take your rightful seat.

“go on then, pretty girl.”

you didn’t need to be told twice, practically throwing yourself onto him like a total whore, which in this case you were. his whore, specifically. but you really didn’t care, you wanted him. needed him. he watched you closely while you straddled his thigh, how your mouth formed a small ‘o’ at the sensation of his rough jeans coming in contact with your panty clad pussy. he always thought you looked beautiful like this, it made him wish he was an artist so could plaster your image onto a canvas to hang in a museum. or even just take a photo of you in this position to stash away and jerk off to while he was at work..

his hands came to a resting point on your waist, holding you firmly to help you maintain balance while you got yourself comfortable on the meat of his thigh. your quiet whines began to fill the rooms emptiness while you slowly began to rock against him. usually it was him who was louder between the both of you, but something about you being more vocal really got to him, he could feel himself getting hard just from the sight of you slowly rocking your body against his thigh, making all these pretty sounds just for him. fuck, you really had him wrapped right around your finger.

“how’s it feel, pretty girl?” he asked you, voice dropping an octave lower while he watched you through hooded eyes and parted lips, you would think he was the 1 fucking himself right now with how ruined he looked, yet here you were soaking the material of your panties and his jeans because you were so needy.

“feels good.. feels so good” you moaned, resting your face into the crook of his neck, tickling the skin with your heated breath. his hands gripped your waist tighter when you began to rut against his thigh beginning to move at a more rapid pace now, moan after moan falling through your lips.

your hands gripped his shoulders as you continued to shamelessly fuck yourself on his thigh, higher pitched moans coming from you now when he flexed his it beneath you, creating the perfect added sensation to your erratically throbbing clit. he seriously couldn’t wrap his head around how fucking hot you looked using him like this. his cock lurched in its confinement while you continued to grind down on him, oozing beads of precum while he got off just to the sight of you. he was so hard that it hurt but he refused to touch himself, focussing solely on helping you cum right now.

“you gonna cum for me, darling?” he spoke lowly to you, watching you nod in response as you were too caught up in the throes of pleasure to form a coherent response.

“cum for me, cum all over my thigh.”

and you did, with a final loud moan your orgasm ripped through you. you found yourself having to wrap your arms around his neck to hug him close to your body so you wouldn’t collapse from the intensity of it all. he watched you through dark, lust, blown pupils feeling himself cum without even having been touched.

“fuck that was so hot” he whispers to you, softly rubbing your hips while you came down from your orgasm. your breathing was shaky, but you could finally speak again clearly.

“did you.. did you cum?” you ask him with a small smirk. he rubbed the back of his neck at your question, blushing a bit.

“uh.. yeah, i couldn’t help it.” he felt a little embarassed, cumming like that despite having neglected his own pleasure the entire time.

“oh mike you don’t need to be embarassed, that’s actually really hot” you reassured him, resting your head on his shoulder while you stared contently at his face.

he rolled his eyes playfully at your comment but made no argument against it, just revelling in the closeness of your bodies right now.

“anyways.. we should probably get cleaned up and get you to bed, you look exhausted” you spoke in a softer tone, tracing a soft pattern on his forearm with your finger. he nodded in response and lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bedroom to finally get the sleep he so desperately needed, knowing fully well he would finally get a restful night with you in his arms.

[uplatterme]

love bites ♡

—cannibalism, s&m dynamics, bondage, blindfold, ball gag, double penetration, toys | dom!reader/sub!aether, s!reader/m!aether, reader is not gender-specified but does penetrate, aether's genitals are referred to with both cunt and cock (it is mentioned he has two holes + a cervix, but i didn't intend for him to be afab/intersex i just wrote ig?) —this is short. it's been in my drafts because i wanted to add more but i think this is fine tbh.

The ground below Aether is entirely soaked with his fluids. Both of his holes are filled, being controlled by the remote in your hand. It’s currently at a steady rhythm, but that doesn’t stop him from whining.

Aether’s head tilts back, a muffled groan erupting from his throat as another hit from your whip laid against his bare skin.

His steps staggered on the floor, only able to stand up with the tip of his toes as his wrists were tied too high to the ceiling, his short stature being barely even able to touch the ground with his feet.

It’s only been a couple of minutes or so, maybe an hour? He couldn’t tell accurately with the gag and blindfold numbing most of his senses so that he’d only focus on the pain you were giving to his rear.

The room was quiet except for the occasional screams and hitting, or the liquid that squirts onto the floor as Aether moans loudly onto the ball gag.

It was never easy whenever your jealousy took over you…but it was definitely fun. Especially for the immortal star whose skin was starting to bruise.

“They don’t deserve you.” Your voice rings in his ears.

“You don’t need to think of them, just focus on me.”

You take off the gag, dropping it mindlessly as it clatters on the ground. Next followed the blindfold, and though his eyes were stained, that didn’t take away from their shine.

With ease, you pull out the vibrator in his front. His wetness leaves a trail as you easily pull it out with how wet his insides are.

Aether flinches at the way he’s suddenly left feeling empty.

Although that doesn’t last long as that’s when he feels you stretching his hole, filling him tightly until he’s squirming onto nothing, unable to hold himself or even crawl away.

“If I can’t keep you in here, I suppose I’ll just leave enough marks so everyone knows who you belong to.” 

Aether whines at the prospect. He knows it’s a useless threat, especially with how he heals much faster than humans. Stil, he did appreciate the—Oh.

A loud scream leaves the outlander’s throat dry.

“Hnnghh—Aahh…Haah!”

His entire body shakes from the pain, his movements causing you to go deeper into him. A cry leaving him from feeling everything all at once.

He did not expect you to do that.

“S-So mean…” He breathes out, watching the blood from his shoulder drip down his body. Yet there’s a matching red blush on his face, as if what you did was something all normal couples do.

“You taste good.” You compliment, the torn flesh going down smoothly as you swallow.

Aether’s face leans towards you as if asking for you to share what his own body tastes like. Your lips close together, his tongue grasping the remains from you biting a part of his collar. He’s never tasted himself before, though that thought was always something he was curious about, the only problem was that he was too much of a coward to do it.

You two continue kissing, you pressing deep into his cervix, the pain coursing through him as he matches your rhythm.

“You’re so cheesy…” He states after he finally pulls back.

“What else am I supposed to do if you keep healing through all the marks I make? Hopefully, this one lasts more than a week.”

“It will…Maybe, you can just bite me again to be sure…” He suggests.

“This is supposed to be your punishment, you know?” You remind him, though it’s difficult to stay mad with the kind of faces that he pulls against you.

“It’s not my fault you get jealous easily.” He refutes.

“I don’t.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Aether says, smiling as he snickers a laugh which quickly gets cut off when you continue thrusting into him again.

“You speak when I tell you to.”

He doesn’t get to argue this time, his mind too focused on the way he’s getting penetrated so deeply. He’s forced to take each pounding, each inch that rubs against his walls sending him closer to another orgasm. His choked-up sounds continue to leak out with the thought of you being so possessive of him.

Your hands reach his cunt, his swollen cock begging to be touched. And so you fulfill that wish, earning another whimper when you slap his cock.

He’s so out of it. He loves how his body feels so much of a wreck, his sweat mixing with blood, and eventually with his cum.

He pants, his hands still tied up. His entire body trembles, the feeling of you pulling out is so agonizing itself. He wants to keep you in, he needs it. He has to take advantage of you as he doesn’t know how long until he can experience this high again.

So with a shaky voice, he asks.

“More?”

[tsuutarr]

So I may or may not be a little (aka a lot) charmed by all of your characters because, my dear, they are absolutely AMAZING and super charismatic!

and then I found myself wondering how they would react if their darlings got a little depressed about how miserable their social life has become... I mean, how do you manage to keep your mental health up with a total of ONE PERSON in your life?!

I was thinking about this because I'm Brazilian, and we are social creatures ya'know, we NEED other people to keep living and believe me, the pandemic situation DID NOT HELP IN THAT ASPECT OF US. Besides, we are touchy people, we greet each other with kisses on the cheek, long and deep hugs whenever we feel like it and I don't really think the oc's would appreciate our affection being distributed like this 😞 unless is with them, which is totally possible because if we are touchy with strangers, with the close ones we are SUPER lovey dovey.

If you could ease my curiosity about this aspect, I would be very, very happy 👉👈 and I don't mean it's just this specific scenario, just being depressed in general, begging for any kind of normal human interaction hahaha.

Anyway, sorry for this LONG text, this has been on my mind since I started reading your works (and they are AMAZING, really, I'm in love with your writing style!). As I said before, I'm Brazilian and English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes 🤗.

Wowow thank you so much for your kind words!! I am so happy you like my yandere OCs + my writing style!! Also, this is a very fun request/scenario, tysm for requesting it :3c Your English is great, please don't apologize!

Here's the answer to your request down below!!

So, Jiu's case is really interesting because he has the intellect, power, AND money to ensure that he's the closest person to you even if he DOESN'T lock you up. He's basically puppeteering your life from the background while giving you a sense of free will (e.g., you got into your specific college because of HIM, you got your specific job because of HIM, and so on). Getting him to isolate you from society would only really happen if you rejected him/began to distance yourself from him.

If you got too lonely because you could only interact with him, Jiu would cosplay and roleplay any person/character you wanted to in order to give some illusion of diverse human interaction. If you became depressed, he'd get you a therapist and anything else you might need, but... make no mistake, that therapist (while licensed properly) is NOT on your side.

On occasion, Jiu would allow you to interact with his paid workers while he's watching. Like, he'll hire a "friend" for you (who only visits at 11 AM on Fridays) and let you talk to the nanny and stuff, but that'd be it. Now, he'll be controlling your life from the frontlines rather than the backdrop and there's really nothing you can do about it, oops.

For Finley... he's actually a very clueless yandere + extremely pathetic. His emotions are very volatile so he's easy to upset/please. When he isolates you from society, it's because he thinks it's for the greater good. People are so corrupt, can't you see? He's only doing it to protect you. If you got depressed due to only being able to interact with him, he'd just cling even harder to you. After all, you're lonely because he hasn't been spending enough time with you, right (wrong)? For him, he'd understand that you seem sad, but he wouldn't understand why. He's just protecting you! Though, he may get you some pets -- he's VERY partial to animals and likes them quite a bit more than he likes humans.

Oh man, so Tynan has mind magic, so his solution is pretty messed up. He'll either hypnotize you to be okay with your situation OR give you dreams where you interact with people. His dream magic is scary because it's genuinely really hard to tell dreams from reality, so before long, you'll be tricked into thinking you spent time with the people you love when really, you were sleeping on Tynan's lap the whole time.

As for the abandoned water god... he does care about you, but not enough to let you interact with other people, even if you're feeling depressed. After you basically helped awaken him after he was forgotten for centuries, he's super obsessed with you. He doesn't need anyone else as long as he has you, so he thinks that you don't need anyone else since you have him. He'll take you to go see a bunch of sea animals, though! But those sea animals are the only other living beings you'll see. Not to mention that he's practically cursed with immortality, sooo... yeah, you're not escaping him.

Finally, for the farmer... he lives pretty isolated on his big farm anyway, so if you're his neighbor, you're already kind of isolated from everyone else. The farmer isolates you by making you dependent on him so you'll stay by his side willingly rather than locking you up. For the most part, he'll actually let some people (who are not romantically interested in you) visit you -- in fact, he actually doesn't mind it if your family visits because they all adore him (and it's so so so cute to see them tease you about how you must be dating him). But woo boy, you are very very very rarely going to be able to leave the farm. Issues crop up one way or another: blocked road, punctured tire, empty gas tank, etc... so, really, you can't leave. Unless, well, he escorts you. But it might just be better to stay on the farm since it's much more convenient, you know?

[band--psycho]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader - Panic Attack

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Warnings: Panic attacks, near death experience, torture, mentions of death/murder

Y/n wanted to sleep. 

She wanted nothing more than to be able to lie down in her head, rest her head against the pillows and allow her eyes to slowly drift shut. 

But she couldn’t. 

Every time she did, she was back there. 

Fighting. 

Killing. 

Dying…

She should’ve been dead, she knew that, the doctors told her that it was a miracle she survived. 

She knew that she should’ve been grateful. 

Grateful to still be breathing g, a luxury so many people in her line of work didn’t get the opportunity to have. 

But the memories of what happened on her last deployment. They haunted her and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t escape them. 

Every time she closed her eyes, she was back there, tied to a chair, being tortured, watching people she’d promised to protect go through the same…before a bullet was put through their heads. 

The screams and pleas echoed through her mind and the look of sheer terror in their eyes was something she would never be able to forget. 

It was burned into her brain. 

They were innocents…and no matter how much people told her it wasn’t her fault, Y/n knew deep down that those people were dead because of her. That’s why she was in the mess hall at 2am, making another cup of coffee with music blaring through her headphones at full volume, in the hopes that the combination of both would be able to keep her awake for the next few hours until her brain could be distracted by people again.

~~~~~

Simon knew that Y/n wasn’t okay.  No matter how many times she said it with a smile on her face. 

He knew that the smile was fake and that the words were nothing more than a lie. 

He knew why she was doing it, Y/n hated being coddled. 

Even when she was first rescued from that hell hole the enemy had put her in, she did t wasn’t to see anyone and according to the nurses, she barely said a word the entire time she was in the hospital 

But just because she didn’t want to see anyone, didn't mean that he and the rest of the team didn’t want to see her.

So they took turns sitting outside her room at the hospital, just to ensure that someone was there if she needed anything.

They all cared for her. 

She wasn’t just a medic, she was their friend, she’d saved them more than a few times. 

And it was safe to say that Simon had a soft spot for her, he tried to hide it, but his team knew how hard it was to make him smile, yet Y/n seemed to do it with complete ease. 

He knew she felt guilty for what happened to the people she was caring for 

He knew her guilt, because he felt the same.

The only reason Y/n was there in the first place was because the team had been deployed there. 

The team were on a mission when their camp got attacked.

Their enemy was smart, they’d been watching them, that’s why they kept her alive. 

They wanted information and they assumed that they could break Y/n and get what they wanted. 

 But she was strong and she didn’t give them a goddamn thing. 

When the team rescued her, she was barely breathing and for a while her condition just deteriorated, and that terrified Simon, 

They thought of losing her terrified him more than anything had in a long time. 

He knew she hadn't been sleeping, the dark circles under her eyes were proof enough of that. 

That’s why he was also awake at 2am. 

He wanted to talk to her, to tell her that he knew how she felt, that he was here for her whenever she needed him. 

But Simon had never been good with words, especially when it came to Y/n. 

So after a few minutes of watching her make herself a cup of coffee and sit back down on the chair, he walked up to her and lightly tapped her on her shoulder.

~~~~~

Y/n was so lost in her own world, desperately trying (and hoping) that the music blaring in her ears would drown out her thoughts that  she hadn’t noticed Simon enter the room, much less come up behind her.

Thats why when he tapped her on the shoulder, she almost jumped out of her skin before her reflexes kicked in. 

She grabbed her little dagger from her boot, quickly turned around to hold it up to the person behind her. 

For a split second she couldn’t make out who it was, her mind automatically presuming that this person was a threat. 

But then she saw those brown eyes and heard an all too familiar voice saying “easy, love,”

“Jesus Christ, Si,” Y/n whispered harshly, lowering her dagger, you scared the shit outta me,”

What the hell was he thinking sneaking up on her? 

She could’ve killed him. 

She could’ve killed him….

“Y/n…”

“I could’ve killed you,” she mumbled, feeling her mind replay the very memories she was trying so hard to forget and slowly returning to the seat she’d been in only moments ago. 

“I’m a lot harder to kill than that,” Simon stated, hoping to ease the tension that he’d noticed had seemed to take over Y/n.

Y/n,” Simon repeated, watching as her memories wreaked havoc on her mind. 

“I’m okay,” he tried to assure, hoping that somehow his words would be enough to snap her out of her thoughts.

But she remained silent and completely still, almost as though she was frozen to her seat. 

“I’m okay,” he repeated, kneeling down in front of her. 

But Y/n simply stared at him, she could see his lips moving but it was like she was too far away to hear him. 

He watched her, watched as her chest began to rise and fall quicker than usual, watched at the tears began to form in her eyes, watched as her hands started to shake, and it broke his heart knowing that in that moment there was nothing he could say or do to help her. 

The only thing he could do was stay with her and make sure she didn’t get any worse.

And that’s exactly what he did, he stayed, kneeling in front of her, with his hands placed lightly on top of her, waiting patiently for Y/n to come back to him, 

He knew that she probably couldn’t hear him, given the fact that she hadn’t reacted to anything he’d said thus far, but that didn’t stop him from uttering, “I’m here,” every so often. 

~~~~~~

Y/n wasn't sure how much time had passed from her first interaction with Simon, to now, she assumed it must’ve only been a few minutes but when she looked at the clock on the wall, the realisation dawned on her, 

It had actually been more like twenty minutes.

“Hey,” Simon softly spoke, watching as Y/n came out of her frozen state. 

“Hi,” she said back quietly, feeling completely and utterly exhausted. 

“I’m sorry,” she drowsily spoke after a few minutes, rubbing her eyes, fighting hard against her body's urges to just sleep.

“Don’t be,” Simon told her, lifting one of his hands to Y/n's cheeks, caressing it softly as he wiped away a stray tear that had fallen down her cheek. 

“When was the last time you slept, love?”  he asked, the concern in his voice evident, as was the worry in his eyes. 

“I can’t,” Y/n began, her voice quivering a the words left her lips; she let out a shaky breath before continuing, “ I can’t sleep,”

Simon knew this. 

But the fact that she had admitted it to him, meant that maybe now she was ready to be honest about how she was feeling. 

It was as though Y/n had read his mind because the next words out of her mouth were, “everytime I close my eyes, I’m back there,” 

“I know,” he soothed, kneeling up on his knees and moving both his arms so that he could pull her into a hug. 

He wanted to tell her that she was safe now, that nothing like that would ever happen again. 

But he couldn’t. 

For a start, Y/n wasn’t going to feel safe for a long while, she needed time to heal, mentally from the trauma she’d experienced. 

Just because she was back at base didn’t mean she’d suddenly feel safe, it was going to be a gradual process, one that he was going to be with her through, no matter what. 

But he couldn’t say it wouldn’t happen again, their job made that impossible. 

THere were always going to be risks, all he could do was try and keep her safe despite them. 

“C’mon,” he muttered in her ear, slowly pulling away from the hug. 

Y/n sent him a confused look, watching as Simon rose to his feet and extended his hand to her. 

“You need to sleep,” he said tenderly, keeping his hand out, waiting to feel Y/n's hand in his. 

She wanted to argue with him, to tell him that sleep would be pointless because those memories were always going to worm their way into her dreams and turn them into nightmares. 

But she was also exhausted. 

So with a simple nod she placed her hand in his and let him lead her back to bed.

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[turquoizxe]

𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

Hobie Brown x Black!Fem!Reader

content ― drabble; sweet, and straight to the point, black hair appreciation with a lot of fuckin’ , pain kink if you squint

wc ― 0.9k (got a little carried away)

There were no words that came close to how enamored your boyfriend was with your hair.

Hobie Brown, Spiderpunk himself ― not a day went by that he would get his hands on you, whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he fucked you as you wanted, hands tangled into whatever style you had on.There was almost nothing that he wouldn’t do for his girl, and boy, was he down for anything as long as you were involved.

He loved your versatility, the way you could rock any style you wanted so effortlessly, it made his cock hard in ways that even as bold as he is, was too scared to admit.

Hobie always let you mess with his hair, and that’s because it always remained the same, often letting you wash it, and sometimes you’d place hair accessories whenever he wasn’t paying too much attention. Your hands on him put him at ease.  

No, no wigs, absolutely not. He loves the wigs ― a little too much. One night on the couch, he tugged your hair too hard, that shit went flying and you found it behind your television after you pushed him off you. Ya’ll didn’t fuck for at least 2 weeks after that.

When you did the big chop, and went bald, you’ve never seen a nigga so feral over you, and not just sexually. Oiling your scalp, his fingers running over your soft coils. And when you dyed your hair, you just had to pray for your cervix.

You weren’t on board with him touching your hair at first, especially when it took hours for it to look the way it does. However, he was willing to start off slow and sweet. Whenever you got a style done, you always told him to wait at least a week before he touched your hair. He would always ask beforehand.

The first time he touched your hair, you had in knotless braids, nearly down to your supple ass that Hobie also loved very much. You were giving him head, the braids were on the floor, refusing to put them in a ponytail due to being tender headed, despite how heavy they were. The braids were getting in the way of your beautiful face, and Hobie wasn’t having it.

“You too pretty to be hidin’ from me, baby.”

Slowly, his hand moved your braids, one by one, out of your face so the pain wouldn’t be overbearing. He would still sneak in his fingers into your scalp, softly massaging it with the oil that was present, and keeping your braids out with way so they wouldn’t be stained along with your face when he came. He lifted them up, and he saw your eyes roll back from the sudden relief. You loved when he touched your hair, you just never cared to admit that. But he knew.

The second instance, it was soft locs, and as much as they cost in your area, not even your boyfriend would find a way to play in your hair. You wore your bonnet around him. While he couldn’t see your hair unless you were out together, he loved tugging on your slipless bonnet when he fucked you from behind. You moaned for him to stop, but he felt your walls clench everytime he pulled at your locs. You loved that shit, and he knew it. Or, when you ended up fucking in your car, pushing them out of the way so he could tell you how pretty you looked for him. His hand, wrapped around your neck, pulling you back to kiss your neck, making your body feel even hotter.

“Your cunt was made f’me, yeah? I know you like that shit.”

That was the first time he was actually able to see them, and you could tell he loved it, still fucking into you after he spilled his seed, his fingers toying with your clit, etching another orgasm from you.

The third interaction, your hair was in its natural state, because it was wash day, and you were sure that Hobie would have to wait a while until the water was hot again with how long you took. He would start taking it upon himself to join you, washing each others hair, him eating you out, and fucking you against the bathroom counter while your hair was conditioning in a hair mask. You often liked having your hair done for your boyfriend, but mostly for you. You didn’t wear your hair like this often, so you would wear a bonnet around him whenever your hair isn’t done, which is a rare occasion. For him, it’s a shame, he loves playing with your hair in its natural state, his loving hands offering to massage and oil your scalp, as your hands were also occupied, playing with his guitar. Because of him, wash days slowly became your favorite thing to do together.  

He had grown to be more affectionate with your hair, he loved it so much because it was apart of you, not physically, but spiritually. The way your hair accentuated your beauty, no matter what style it was in.

And no matter how expensive it was, he started paying for your hair, so he could play in it as much as he wanted. He paid for it anyway.

He still made sure to wait a week before rocking your shit tho.

Just a small break before I continue my series lmao, back to scheduled programming! If you haven’t checked out my series, it’s in the link below. Enjoy :)

-turquoizxe.

‘Just For You’ (Hobie x Spider!Fem!Reader) Masterlist

[ddejavvu]

hey!! i saw your post about step dad hotch… I AM RIGHT THERE WITH YOU. i wanted to share this idea i had in case you have the time and interest to write it: (somno + very light breeding in here too) reader is sleeping on her stomach in her room and aaron had a long day at the office (daddy works hard) and needs to relieve some stress, maybe reader’s mom is asleep or out of town, so he comes in her room, takes off his suit jacket off and neatly folds it on a dresser, ROLLS HIS SLEEVES UP, and then crawls on her bed and straddles the backs of her thighs, yada yada this is where you work your magic, then before he leaves he pushes his cum back into her where it was leaking out maybe murmurs something about it being “where it belongs”. idk if the reader would wake up or not but i would be super grateful if you have the chance to write this #WELOVEYOUSTEPDADHOTCH

this post is 18+ and dark, minors dni.

!!!!!!!! so this is consensual somno for those concerned, but still dark (consensual free use agreement), so don't like, don't read.

There's only one thing on Aaron's mind as he pulls into the garage, clicking the door sensor so that it lowers behind his car: you. Your mother is away for the week on business, though he's almost certain she's messing around with her secretary, so he'd proposed an arrangement with you.

Since you're not often able to be together whenever you want, typically hiding away or keeping quiet, Aaron suggested that you took up a free use agreement. You hadn't quite understood at first, but as he'd explained the concept to you, your thighs had clenched, and he knew he had you. Eagerly you'd accepted his offer, waiting with growing anticipation for when he'd need to use you.

Pity you wouldn't be awake to appreciate the first time.

Aaron doesn't even bother taking his jacket off, socked feet pounding against the carpeted stairs towards your room. Your door is left open only a few inches, and even though he knows your mother won't be home for days, he shuts and locks it after he steps in.

You're a vision, splayed out on your stomach, cheek pressed into your pillow. It means that the sleep shorts you have on are not only on display, but they're riding up to showcase the globes of your ass.

Peeling them off is easy, and Aaron sheds his own clothing, jacket draped neatly over your dresser. You don't wake at the sound of the button hitting the wood, and he rolls his sleeves up quietly.

He takes more time with your panties than your shorts, pressing one of his long, thick fingers against your slit. He makes sure to put the most pressure against your clit, the tip of his finger nudging it. It twitches under his touch, and he smiles to himself.

You don't stir as the mattress dips, Aaron's knees on either side of your thighs. You don't wake at the sound of his belt unbuckling either, or at the feeling of your panties being peeled away from your pussy.

His cock lays heavy and thick in his hand, hardening by the second as his eyes roam your figure. Your ass is bared, and the smallest glimpse of your pussy peeks out from beneath your curves.

Aaron slots his cock under your ass, pressing it just like he had his finger up to your slit. You shift at the warmth, brows furrowing ever so slightly. Then he slides a hand beneath your ass, prodding gently at the lips of your cunt and spreading them to allow for easy access. Normally, he'd watch, riveted, as your greedy cunt swallowed his cock. But because you're on your stomach, he can't, so he guides with his fingers instead. it means that, not only do you have his thick digits pressing at your core, but his cock, too, which slides in with surprising ease. Apparently you're even easier to work up when you're sleeping than when you're awake, which is saying something considering last night's makeout session had you dripping.

"Good," He breathes, voice no more than a whisper in the darkness of your room, "Good job, sweetheart."

What he's praising you for is, of course, nothing. You don't move, you don't whine, you don't delay his pleasure in the slightest. It's like you know you're meant for his cock, lying there and taking it without a hitch.

When he ruts into you, his hips give it steam he hadn't meant to. It means that you rock forwards slightly, head bumping the headboard. He dips down, still slowly getting a pace set, and kisses your cheek where it's facing him on your pillow.

"Sorry, angel." He murmurs, tilting his head to rest his forehead against your heated skin, "You're okay."

The more he dotes on you, kisses to your jaw, nose nuzzled into your cheek, a hand steadying your hips as they shake, the harder it gets to restrain himself. Until finally, he's jackhammering into you, concern for your sleep schedule be damned. He needs you, and he needs you now.

"Shhh," He rasps, watching your eyelids flutter momentarily, "S'okay, honey, 's just me."

He's not sure if you really register the situation, because you don't force yourself awake to enjoy it. The soothing sound of his voice must have had you drowsy again, because no sooner have your eyes drifted open than they shut again, a soft whine spilling from between your dewy lips.

He finishes with a deep, throaty groan, muffled through gritted teeth into the skin of your neck. He kisses up the side of your throat on the way back up, then catches your lips.

"Thank you, honey." He croons, nudging his nose against a flyaway hair and tucking it away from your face, "You make the perfect toy."

When he pulls out, his cum oozes from your cunt, threatening to spill over your sheets. He rushes to plug you with his fingers, reaching for your panties amidst your tossing and turning. Or, attempted tossing and turning.

"Hold still, baby," He coos, dark eyes meeting your drowsy ones as you peer blearily up at him in the dark, "Everything's okay. Just cashing in on our agreement. That okay?"

You nod, somewhat uncoordinatedly, "Thanks, Aaron."

"Thank you, sweetheart," He slips your panties over your legs, and you let him clothe you after he pulls his fingers out. He gives a soft pat to your mound, "There, right where it belongs. Now go back to sleep," He murmurs, leaning down to kiss you, and in doing so, pressing his cum-stained fingers against your jaw, "And tomorrow, you can be awake for everything I do to you."

[starsxblazing]

Pushing the Limits (Part 10)

Summary: Prepping for your mission takes an interesting turn

Azriel x Reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 11 - Part 12

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Cassian banging on your door before the sun was even up had you pulling your covers over your head with a huff. When you didn’t answer, he burst through the door and pulled the covers off of you. You frowned at him when cool air hit you and it was all that you could do to not knock that cocky smirk off of his face.

“Cassian!” you snapped. “I could’ve been naked.”

“I wouldn’t have minded,” he laughed. “Wake your ass up. Rhys wants to see us.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be training in that damn maze that you set up?” you asked as you hesitantly crawled out of bed, rubbing your eyes in the process.

“The girls’ will manage without the two of us for a few hours.”

“Yea but I like doing it with them. Even if it kicks our asses most of the time.”

“Well the sooner you get up, the sooner we can get back.”

You groaned again as you stood to force yourself awake. Knowing your struggle, the House placed a steaming hot cup of coffee on your desk and you had never been more thankful for a house that was essentially alive. Unsure of what to wear, you slipped on your usual loose t-shirt and leggings in hopes of being comfortable.

For all that you wanted to be with your friends, you also didn’t want to be. The three girls going through hell in those obstacles were a lifesaver and it gave you something to think about other than your broken heart. You ignored Azriel any time that you were in seeing distance from the other, refusing to look at him because you couldn’t forgive him. At least not yet. Maybe, just in hindsight, it wasn’t that big of a deal but it was to you.

You had lost your favorite dagger that had been a personalized gift from Rhys whenever you both were free of the underground prison. It was so close to your heart since it was something given from the heart and it really hurt to lose. Not only that, Azriel’s mistrust in you hurt as well. They all knew that you weren’t as good but it left you wondering if the shadowsinger’s harsh words about your training was something that he really thought was true.

Pushing your pain aside, you made your way to the balcony where Cassian was already waiting on you. He gave you a playful scoff paired with an equally playful glare. It eased your pain just a bit and you couldn't be any more thankful for him. Being in his presence was calming so you didn’t mind the close proximity that he moved towards you once you stepped into the fresh air. 

“Do you know any good blacksmiths?” you asked as you looked up at him.

“I know plenty,” he chuckled, the sound being off compared to usual.

“No. Not just any blacksmith,” you sighed. “I want the best of the best.”

“To replace the dagger you lost?” You nodded since you weren’t able to form the words. “I will go through all of my sources and find the absolute best.”

You barely caught Azirel’s presence as you grinned up at Cassian before he gently picked you up and moved into the sky at a slower pace than he usually did. Anger was shining in his eyes as he flew and you hated that you were the reason behind the rift between the three brothers. It was the absolute last thing that you would ever want but yet here they all were.

Cassian landed flawlessly as he always did and set you down just as gently had he had when he had picked you up. You had wondered if it was pity that made him do it but you quickly realized that it was his appreciation that you were still alive and with them.

Rhysand was waiting in the office with Amren and no sooner than they could sit down, Azriel was striding through the door behind them. You still refused to even so much as look at him even though you so desperately wanted to. A month after his confession still had your heart hurting and a part of you wanted to let it go just to see if things would work.

“Are you up for some work, Y/N?” Rhys asked, breaking through your thoughts.

“You know I always am,” you agreed as you felt Azriel’s eyes on you. “It’s only been a month and I’m so restless that I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“You just like to fight, girl.”

You grinned at Amren and you were always conflicted if you liked her or Cassian the most but always decided that was almost equal. Amren always encouraged your violence and you found it amusing every single time. Pushing your thoughts to the side, you listened as Rhysand explained the details to Cassian.

“It’s a rival camp of Windhaven,” the High Lord started. “They have snuck in too many times, mostly in the middle of the night, and have done what the worst of the Illyrians have to offer.”

“Actual and true danger then?” you asked and contemplated what exactly they were to do. “I’m guessing that it means sneaking and plotting.”

“Cassian knows what needs to be done and will give you all of the details tonight before you leave in the morning.”

You nodded but was surprised that the shadowsinger had nothing to say, even by the end of the meeting.

Azriel was beside himself with worry as he sat in his room, his shadow leaving him to go check on you in your room. Going to Windhaven to see how things were going was one thing but taking care of rogue Illyrians from a different camp was something different. He had full trust in his brother, who was still highly upset with him, to protect you but the mating bond only had his worry at an all time high.

It would take everything in him to use his senses and not be overbearing. Even though he knew that you didn’t know about the bond, he tried to tug on it anyway. He wanted nothing more than for the both of you to be fully connected so that he could send all of his love and regret in hopes that you would know just how sorry that he was. It was another sleepless night and he waited for a different shadow to tell him that you were getting ready to leave. The one that favored you the most never told him anything about you other than that it wanted to be with you.

He was unsure if he should do what he was planning but he felt that if he didn’t, he would wholeheartedly regret it. Cassian was finishing his breakfast while you were working with the many straps on your leathers so you would be able to place all of the steel on the table in front of you in them. For the first time in a month, you looked at him and all that he could see was sadness and pain before you quickly returned to your task.

Despite the fact that Cassian was still upset with him, he threw him an apologetic glance before watching you struggle with the many weapon holder straps. He took a deep breath and approached you, his heart clenching and aching when you stiffened as he got close. In hopes of appearing smaller and less intimidating, he knelt beside you which caused you to look at him with surprise. 

He did his best not to touch you no matter how much that he wanted to as he wrapped the strap around your thigh. You continued to stare down at him as he tightened it so that it fit correctly before adjusting the one around your waist and then the one that would hold the sword behind your back. 

Once he was satisfied that it was all correct, he pulled Truth-Teller from its strap on his own thigh and placed it in the strap on your right side so that it would be the first thing that you could grab. From his peripheral vision, he saw his brother completely frozen in shock as he knew he would be.

“I don’t need your weapons,” you muttered, the pain in your voice only breaking him further.

“I know,” he whispered as most of his shadows disappeared other than a few that wanted to stay with you. “But Truth-Teller has never let me down. Ever. And I know that it will help you too if it is needed.”

There were tears lining your eyes whenever he slowly stood and the sight of it had him wanting to pull you into him to comfort you from the pain that he had caused. Before he could say anything else, Rhys appeared on the balcony and his eyes went wide when he noticed the weapon strapped on your side. With a shake of his head, he stepped away so that the High Lord could winnow them to their destination and he prayed to the Mother that you would come back safe and unscathed.

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[saltymongoose]

ok i have a request: phobos with a shy player who hides behind him to avoid talking to people. extra bonus points if they also tend to get overstimulated and will just hang out in his office because they know nobody will disturb them

Of course! Here you go Anon, Happy New Year! <3

Phobos' Reaction to a Shy!Player

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Referenced Violence)

The moment you first show some signs of extreme shyness, Phobos’ concern is obvious. The sight of you ducking behind him when two of his agents passed by made him wonder if they'd committed the sin of scaring you in some way.

He’ll ask you about it in a soft manner, ever polite and gentlemanly. “Have my men done anything to make you wary, Your Grace? I assure you, I’ll punish them appropriately for their transgression, whatever it might be."

(Perhaps he was a little too convinced that they did something. But the Director couldn’t stand for anyone or anything making you too scared to be there at the Nexus’ headquarters, too scared to be near him. Plus, he couldn’t stand it if these nobodies made his organization look bad to you. Not when all of this was for your favor.)

You wave your hands and try to assuage his concern, explaining that you were just a bit overwhelmed by others’ attention and that his personnel weren’t at fault for anything. (Luckily for them.) The Director merely hummed in response, but you could tell he was put at ease by the way his hand fell from the pommel of the sword at his side.

After that, however, Phobos learns to appreciate your shyness each time it rears its head. The way it causes you to go to him for comfort is something he can’t help but adore, not only because it serves him with that attention from you he so craves, but also because it shows just how much you trust him.

Really, it’s enough to make him swoon. Witnessing his God showing so much faith in him and his capabilities, seeing how you go to him and him alone for comfort—it's far more than any simple vessel of yours could hope for.

Phobos will do his best to ensure that you never regret your choice, and he’ll be infinitely welcoming and understanding whenever you feel the need to escape from others’ attention.

He’ll place himself between you and anyone else who enters your vicinity, acting as a barrier should you not want to spend your time mingling with his lessers. (Besides, he really doesn’t think that they deserve an inkling of your attention anyway, even if they are his underlings.)

If you do decide to socialize, he’ll try to keep you close regardless. He figures it would be best to do so in case anyone tries to get too comfortable around you or dares to upset you.

Needless to say, the workers of the Nexus Core are never truly at ease whenever they’re around you; it’s impossible to be. Not when their Director is leering in their direction like he’s a second away from violently lunging at them. And they honestly believe Phobos enjoys the discomfort they feel around him. (And they’d be right.)

On the off chance that Phobos cannot accompany you, he’ll have one of his officers do it instead (likely a Tower Guard or another one of his more powerful units). They’ll be under strict orders concerning their treatment of you, of course.

Phobos absolutely loves it when you hide away in his office to get some proper peace and quiet. Just being able to look up from his work and see you lazing about on the seat closest to his or reading a book he’s gifted you makes him feel all the more warm in your presence. Perhaps it’s the joy of being in your sphere, or simply the gratefulness he has that you chose him and his place as your getaway, but the butterflies in his chest can’t seem to die down when you’re so close.

He’ll encourage you to stay more often and for longer each time you drop by. Phobos will also use a myriad of reasons to try to convince you if you hesitate; whether it be his need for your tactical knowledge or him “accidentally” ordering someone to bring your favorite snacks/drink to his office before you even entered. Either way, you’ll find yourself having some obligation to spend more time with him. Not like you mind it that much; Phobos is surprisingly good company (to you, at least), and it stops you from having to mingle with others when you don’t wish to.

Overall, Phobos is surprisingly soft and doting when faced with your shyness - even affectionate (and clingy) at times. However, that's to be expected; it's a side only you could ever bring out of him, after all. For the Director of the Nexus Core, treating you any different would be a crime worthy of the worst consequences imaginable.

[itadores]

tōdō as a romantic partner headcanons

note: just some thoughts on the topic

pairing: tōdō aoi x gn!reader

word count: 1k

tags: gender neutral reader, tōdō aoi-centric, very fluffy and domestic

first thing’s first, tōdō is a good partner. a great one even. i know this in my bones.

one of his greatest attributes as a partner is that he loves you so loudly. he will never shy away from singing your praises or complimenting you. he’ll brag about you to anyone who will listen, whether they’re willing to lend an ear or not. (as much as his peers enjoy your company, they’ve grown sick of hearing tōdō ramble on and on about you. they normally phone or text you when this happens, begging for you to reach out to tōdō, so they’ll be granted a moment of reprieve.)

tōdō loves being yours as much as you’re his. when the opportunity presents itself, he loves being able to proudly boast to others, especially individuals who may take too much of an interest in you or him for that matter, that he’s your partner. he experiences a bit too much joy when he gets to witness in real time how their face crumbles and they scramble away in defeat. even if you admonish tōdō for this behavior, he can’t bring himself to ever feel too sorry. after all, they should have known better.

tōdō is so so so loyal to you. of course, loyalty in a relationship is the bare minimum, but tōdō’s loyalty to you borders on reverence. he worships you, loving you so wholly. so completely. other people could never compare to you, could never hold as much space in his mind as much as you do.

tōdō is not always aware of his own strength and size, but the longer you’re in a relationship, the more he tries to be conscious of it. if you want to rough house, he’ll hold back, never using his full-strength. if you’re lying down together and cuddling, he’s careful to not crush you beneath his weight. sometimes, he does forget how strong he is, often caught up in his excitement of seeing you or showing you something and will manhandle you, but never to the extent that he would hurt you. he would never.

he really appreciates when you express interest in the things he likes. he’s incredibly passionate about JPOP, especially takada-chan. he could go on for hours and hours about the industry and his favorite idol, and sometimes he will, too caught up in his passion. he’s used to one-sided conversations when it comes to his rambling, but his excitement always increases whenever you ask him questions about what he’s talking about. he’s especially touched when you present him with little gifts related to his interests or recall snippets of your conversations together. most people brush off what he says, and for the most part, it doesn’t bother him, but to be seen and heard by you fills him with a joy he never thought he would experience.

being with tōdō means you get scary dog privileges. tōdō’s physique combined with his personality means that others tend to give you both a wide berth. but if on the off chance, somebody happens to get too close or makes you uncomfortable with tōdō around, they’ll wish they didn’t. tōdō goes from zero to one hundred so quickly, transforming right before your eyes. the only reason he doesn’t greviously harm the person bothering you is because you rein him in, holding the leash to his collar in your hands.

he’s so gentle with you in a way that his peers thought him incapable of. tōdō’s whole demeanor just softens when you’re around or you’re mentioned that his peers couldn’t believe their eyes when they witnessed the change in his behavior the first time you were introduced to them. of course, tōdō is still tōdō, but he becomes more at ease when you’re beside him.

tōdō is a very tactile person. he always wants to be touching you in some way, whether it’s an arm slung around your waist, his hand in your back pocket, or his side pressed against yours. he’s a very big fan of pda, shameless in the way he loves you, so if you’re not as big as a fan, you’ll have to let him know to tone it down a bit. he abides by your wishes, but sometimes, he can’t restrain himself and is compelled to act out on his desires when he thinks you look much too attractive for your own good, which is more often than not.

tōdō definitely carries your picture around with him, so he can have a reminder of you wherever he goes. he bought one of those accordion plastic wallet insert that has multiple sleeves, so he can have multiple pictures of you in his wallet since just one would not suffice for him. he also buys a locket, nicer than the one that holds a picture of itadori and takada-chan, and puts his favorite picture of you inside of it.

he is so into buying matching things. he wants y’all to get matching slippers, matching mugs, matching outfits, etc etc. it’s cute to a certain degree, but some of his suggestions are questionable at best. you’ve had to divert his attention away from some atrocious matching shirts he suggested you both get before.

tōdō is a great person to consult when it comes to hygiene products. since he takes such good care of himself, he knows what works and what doesn’t. he’s more than eager to offer any assistance you may need! if you ask him what are some good skincare products, he’s already drafting a list of products that he thinks would work for your skin type. if you ask him what shampoo and conditioner combination seems better, he provides you with information on what each one does and lets you decide which one would work out better for you. once you’ve refined your skincare routine and shower routine, tōdō buys all of the products you like to keep at his place for when you come over (if y’all don’t live together at that point.)

at the end of the day, people think tōdō is just a meathead, and while that may be true to a certain extent, he is also a thoughtful and loving partner that treats you wonderfully and loves you with all of his being <3

[pinknightsinmymind]

you did ellie's kinks, could you do abby's too? 😳

【 abby anderson nsfw hc's 】

NSFW MDNI BELOW CUT

a/n: anon you don't even gotta ask. here you go!! i've been planning to do one of these for a while now, so thank you for for requesting and giving me the space to write about this!! i really appreciate it! <33

cw: NSFW CONTENT DOWN BELOW MDNI

okay, let’s start with the most obvious one. STRENGTH KINK. i know it, you know it, we all know it. she loves using her strength on you, especially during sex. she loves being able to pick you up, move you however she wants, changing your positions with ease whenever she wants. it just makes her head spin being able to do that to you, and you love how it makes you feel so under her control.

that being said, i think abby is the type who LOVES giving her girlfriend the princess treatment.

“don’t worry about doing anything, baby. i’ll take care of it,” she’d whisper in your ear. she has you seated in her lap, strap already buried deep inside you. her hands are on your hips as she starts lifting them up and down for you. she kisses your cheek. “look so pretty letting me take care of you like this.”

she has a soft spot for pillow princesses. she has the strength and the stamina, so why not use that to her advantage to keep you cumming all night long? you don’t have to do any of the work. she’ll fuck into you, move you how she wants, do everything just how you like it, and give you what you need.

big service dom energy

i think abby is the type of person who would be big on punishments, though. if you’ve had a bratty attitude all day, talking back to her and not listening, she’ll definitely punish you later. she’ll make you do all the work yourself, making you ride her and not offering to help you. she’ll deny you orgasm after orgasm until you’re crying and begging her to let you cum.

“please, please, abby, please, let me cum. i’m so sorry. please. i’m sorry for how i was acting. please, i need you.”

“what’s the matter, princess?” she’d tease. “you didn’t seem to need me when you were acting like a brat all day. but you need me bad, huh?” you whined in response. “it’s okay. i think you’ve learned your lesson.” abby grabs onto your waist and maneuvers the two of you until she’s on top of you. it’s just the type of bliss you need when she finally starts moving the strap inside you, her thumb circling your clit.

while we’re on the subject of straps (bc i’m a whore) if her strap isn’t pink, it’s flesh-colored IDC IDC it's bc abby’s GROWN

abby’s strap will have you seeing god she’s good with it and she knows it

okay i’ve talked enough about strap usage now onto more important stuff; i know for a fact that abby’s a messy eater i just know it she is not the type to take it slow or be shy when it comes to eating pussy. she wants to make her partner feel good, and if that includes having her whole face drenched, then so be it. she’s a menace when she eats it, acting like she hasn’t eaten in days and like she’s starved. she’ll eat you out for hours, making you cum again and again, because just that alone is pleasurable for her.

her hands are so big, and her fingers are so thick, i just know it feels good to have them fill you up. their thickness and length just hit all the right spots. she takes her time when it comes to fingering you, wanting to relish in stretching you out, in the sounds that you make, the way your face changes with every new sensation.

she’s a bit voyeuristic. she’ll make you touch yourself in front of her as a form of punishment—or maybe just even foreplay—because she loves watching you get all worked up and begging to be touched by her.

mutual masturbation!!! she is all for it!! she gets off on hearing you get off and knowing you’re getting off.

i don’t think abby is a person who is big on PDA, so because of this i don’t think she’s an exhibitionist or a fan of public sex. i think she views sex with her partner as something special and private for the two of you to do alone, something for the two of you to savor and enjoy together. just for the two of you. HOWEVER, that doesn’t mean she won’t encourage you to be loud enough for everyone to hear. she may not be into the idea of possibly being caught or seen, but that doesn’t mean she’s not into the idea of you being heard. she wants everyone to hear how good she’s making you feel, and she wants them to know that it’s HER making you feel good.

will purposefully ask you to say her name while fucking you and knows you will loudly.

“say my name, baby, come on. say it,” she ordered.

you’re so fucked out, abby holding your legs against your chest as she eats you out. you don’t even think twice, her name leaving your lips like a prayer as your mind feels all fuzzy. you don’t even realize how loud you’re being, too lost in your head and the pleasure.

she may not be a fan of exhibitionism, but she’d fuck you in the woods outside the WLF stadium where no one’s around. she knows you’re not actually going to get caught, and there’s absolutely no chance of anyone seeing you two, but the rush she gets is the fact that you’re outside with no one around to see or hear you. she’s the only one that gets to hear your pretty moans and the sounds of what you’re doing to each other. it’s still private, and those moments still belong to the two of you.

so ig that's technically outdoor sex so for abby its outdoor sex >>>> public sex

hear me out, reverse cowgirl position… it’s probably one of her favs i just know it. on one of her days where she’s in the mood to make you work or punish you, you can be sure this is a position she’ll be glad to put you in.

if you’re into scissoring, she’s so excited to try it out with you. she’s gentle and slow at first, but as you keep going, she becomes more aggressive and quickens her pace. she gets so sensitive and desperate during it, too, trying to please you while also whining and losing herself in the pleasure.

her favorite positions are: missionary, doggy, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, and MATING PRESSES

if there’s any character in tlou who would have a breeding kink, IT’S HER. this is not up for debate. she knows it’s not biologically possible, but she loves the idea of filling you up with her cum, the idea of you having her children. she wants to raise them with you and protect not only you, but them as well. she just likes the idea of having a little family with you.

loves pulling on your hair when you’re eating her out or when she’s fucking you.

will grab your face roughly during sex or when you’re mouthing off to her

i feel like when it comes to her being on the receiving end of anything, she still wants to feel like she’s in control. she wants to be the one in charge at all times, but if you keep teasing her just the right amount, she becomes a big, whiny mess that’s just so desperate to be touched. it’s only then that she’ll enter any kind of submissive headspace. i also think that in the beginning of the relationship she wants to be the main one that dominates, but as your relationship continues and she becomes more comfortable, the more she’ll be open to being submissive. she just needs that time to get comfortable and give you her trust.

this had been the third time you had denied abby an orgasm, and it was really getting to her. she was whining and writhing beneath you, begging for you to let her finish.

“please, baby, i need it. i need you. please, let me cum, please, please, please.”

she just sounded so fucked out and desperate you had no choice but to give her what she needed, happy to make her feel so good, your mouth returning to her cunt.

likes it when you eat her out while you’re on your knees. she likes being able to look down at you, and, god, do you look so pretty looking up at her with those eyes. not to mention, you love having her tower over you.

loves it when your fingers fill her up while you kiss her. just the intimacy of it gets her going.

loves passionate kisses while you use the strap on her. the beautiful girl just wants to feel taken care of and loved. she needs lots of praise and sweet words.

i think that all it takes is for you to order her to do something ONCE and she’s like putty in your hands. she just melts, and she just feels herself compelled to do whatever you ask her, to behave just for you.

maybe on occasion she’ll choke you if you ask, but i feel like SHE’S the one who actually likes to be choked the most. she just loves the feeling of your hand wrapped around her neck, feeling you squeeze and release, loving the haziness that overtakes her mind from lack of blood flow.

she likes to leave hickies and bite marks when she’s inside you. like i’m talking outlines of teeth left on your shoulders, your breasts, bruises from where she held onto you too hard. she just loves to leave her mark and “coincidentally” a lot of them are in visible places.

i don’t feel like abby’s big on degradation because i feel she’s more focused on making you feel good and that includes talking to you with such soft, sweet words.

“look so beautiful, angel. god, taking me so good just like that. yeah, you’re doing such a good job for me, fuck.”

MORNING SEX. there’s nothing like waking up with you at her side, seeing you sleep so peacefully. to her there is no greater blessing than being able to wake up with you in her arms. waking up slowly with you is her favorite, and when you both feel that neediness, you’re all over each other, trying to make one another feel good. morning sex with her is slow, but it’s so sweet. her words are filled with even more praise than usual, an “i love you” leaving her lips nearly every minute. afterwards she’ll either take you out to breakfast or cook something for you.

aftercare legend. pulls you close, holds you just how you need, caresses the areas of your skin she left marks on. she’ll clean you up, help redress you if you want to put a t-shirt back on, or if not will cuddle you just as you are. she likes feeling your bare skin on hers, anyways. keeps water and snacks on her nightstand just for you, but if you want something like tea, best believe she will go to the kitchen just to make it for you. she’ll give you all the reassurance you need, tell you how much she loves you, make sure you know just how loved you are. she can’t allow her darling girl to feel neglected in any type of way—not under her watch.

vanilla sex with her is probably so romantic and sweet while also being sensual. it’s just the two of you taking care of each other’s needs, whispering how much you love each other, just the softest.

i think abby’s just a huge softie and a sap and she’s just so caring. she’d do anything to take care of you and please you and make you feel good. she’s just so nurturing and protective she can’t help it.

abby's so cute i'm love her🥺

[woojungz]

their love languages! 💭🎀

❝ xikers x gn!reader

𓂃𓈒 finally wrote something for all 10 members(⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^)

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( likes and reblogs appreciated!♡ )

✧𓂃𓈒MINJAE.

i'm a firm believer that minjae is so huge on words of affirmation. he's already written roadys long messages before, like i’m saying 'essay long' messages, thanking us for keeping up with them and having fun last tour. he loves pouring his all through heartfelt words he tells you at random times of the day, whether it be through text or if you're hanging out together. tells you he loves you everytime he can, the members even cringing whenever he does that in front of everyone else. they don't let him catch a break😭 the other way around, i think he also likes receiving words of affirmation. remember that one fancall where he asked a roady why they love him? as his s/o, let him know how well he's doing as a leader please. he also incredibly cherishes quality time with you because as the group leader, he doesn't get all the time in the world to be with you even if he wanna :(

✧𓂃𓈒JUNMIN.

i'm not sure if this counts as words of affirmation, but i'll just say it is. junmin really loves updating you throughout the day, like i'm saying tons of messages consisting of his selfies, food he's eaten, and places he's been too. dude is gonna blow up your phone at this point😭 but you don't really mind. even though you're not right there beside him, you feel like you are, because it's like he tells you updates of every single move he makes for the day. you literally have a collection of his photos he sent you, in your gallery. you're actually suprised it's a lot more than the pictures you've taken yourself?! he also really loves to do acts of service for you, he's actually one of the members that keeps their dorm mess free. so if there were times you're stressed or too occupied with work that you weren't able to pay attention to other things around you, junmin will do his best to help ease your workload!

✧𓂃𓈒SUMIN.

i like to think sumin is really into gift giving, and the things he gives you are really personal which makes it a lot more special. he really enjoys having you as his subject in his paintings of drawings, and would love to gift it to you once he's finished. also, you can't miss the sweet messages he leaves you behind the paper of the drawings! everyone knows sumin owns a lot of keychains right, literally his keychains weigh more than the bag it's attached to😭 he'd let you take anything from his collection, and would sometimes even buy you new ones! aside from that, even though we see him sometimes reject physical touch with the members, he'd initiate it himself with you. if you guys are living together, you'd maybe wanna marry him already because this guy knows how to maintain a home. this paragraph is gonna get longer if i explain, so i'll have it at just that.

✧𓂃𓈒JINSIK.

he's kinda on the same level of sumin when it comes to gift giving. our jinsik is an artist right? so he'd spent most of his time making drawings for you so you can turn it into your phone wallpaper! or even does short animations for you, like that stuff takes such a long time and jinsik would just spend his whole day making it for you. sometimes you'd catch him drawing something, but he suddenly hides it from you because he says he wants it to be a surprise!! also this guy is a real enjoyer of quality time too. whenever his family would be going somewhere, he'd want you to tag along with them. it makes him so happy to see all his favorite people in one place together :(

✧𓂃𓈒HYUNWOO.

i don't know if this is kinda unexpected but if you look closely, hyunwoo really likes physical touch. this boy always needs to hug you everytime you meet. and those times where you thought he was making kissy faces to you as a joke so you never reciprocate it, yeah... he was being fr that he wants a kiss. you just realize it when he suddenly sulks beside you as if there was a random rain cloud that manifested on top of his head, that suddenly his mood got sad. but once you do kiss him then he's already back to happy! also, he really likes to backhug you. at first he might be kind of cautious with physical touch if the other members could see, because he's often the center of their teasing. but as time went on, he actually didn't care anymore, he's gonna hug you whenever he wanna!!

✧𓂃𓈒JUNGHOON.

our hoonie really loves quality time with you! everytime he's free from schedule, all he really wants to do is spend the time to explore food spots with you (he really enjoys eating). he'd drag you along to places you've never been to before so you guys could try the randomest food ever. oftentimes he doesn't really show much expression right, so you also love it when you get to eat with him because he gets very extra while eating. especially when the food is good, you'll get to witness a bunch of reactions from him! just like hyunwoo, he's suprisingly into physical touch with you. no one of the members expected that at all! he'd like to have his hand somewhere on you, just making sure that there's no one else around to see this side of him. it's like he doesn't even expect himself to act like that, it's just because he's so in love with you he unconsciously wants to touch you all the time😭

✧𓂃𓈒SEEUN.

he's just some guy that has a lot of love to give😔 i like to think he enjoys giving all the love languages to his s/o, he's really sweet overall as a boyfriend. he would wanna devote himself to you. he's really heavily leaning on physical touch though, like randomly kisses you in moments you don't expect (i mean, this dude kisses his members randomly and even kisses the camera itself when it's on him😭). he can't sit still without having his hand on you all the time. also this guy doesn't like being locked up in their dorms whenever they don't have any schedules, so he's quickly ringing your phone up to ask you to spend time with him, hence another quality time enjoyer.

✧𓂃𓈒YUJUN.

physical touch on top when it comes to him!! sometimes the members have expressed that yujun gets so touchy, and he gives the best hugs. such a cute cuddler you know. everywhere you guys are spotted together, yujun always has a hand around your shoulder, waist, or his favorite: entangled with your hand too. if he's standing near you, he's not gonna let a gap between you too happen, your shoulders need to be touching😭 sometimes how question if he can even exist without being beside you all the time. goodluck dealing with him because it seems like yujun has a never ending amount of energy. also!! quality time with him in the form of playing video games together.

✧𓂃𓈒HUNTER.

he actually said it himself when another roady asked him!! hunter really enjoys quality time. even before then, this guy really loves to travel to different countries. he tells you he'd love to take you there some time, doesn't really care if he's been there for the hundredth time, as long as he sees the smile on your face that you're happy to spend time with him. even locally, he enjoys hanging out at parks and aquariums so expect a lot of your dates to be at those places. another is that hunter loves to give you gifts. it's not just ordinary gifts, he loves to give you ones that he could always see you using. mostly it'll be clothes or accessories, and it makes him really happy to see you show up for dates wearing his gifts :(

✧𓂃𓈒YECHAN.

he's kinda new to this relationship thing, very awkward at first. a stark contrast to how you met him, he's really extroverted right. it's honestly kinda cute to see him try his hardest in doing all the couple things he thought he has to do, so let him know that he can breath sometimes and just be himself!! he tries to ask for relationship advice from his hyungs, sometimes it backfires on him because he accidentally understands it a different way. so then he resorted to asking his older sisters instead. he may struggle a bit with words (in the relationship), even though he's normally so talkative. so he likes to express his love through actions. he remembers your favorite things, would love to buy you gifts even though there's no really occasion. and mostly tries to help you any way he could!! please notice how hard he tries to show acts of service!

[rumpykamon]

Hot take: The trial was Armand’s idea

Lemme explain (long thread):

1. There’s no way on Earth he didn’t hear the thoughts and discussions of the coven. Him being in love is just another reason why he’d listen to them 24/7.

1.b. No way he couldn’t hear Santiago’s thoughts while rehearsing the play. Honey doesn’t own a private channel for the everyone to hear but Armand.

2. Of course he could’ve stopped the trial anytime the same way he did at the restaurant, but he did not.

3. We never saw the « choice » that was given to him. Was it a Maitre swap with Santiago ? And in exchange -he- could’ve set up the trial so he…

4. Could get rid of Claudia once and for all and make sure she wouldn’t be a threat after Lestat’s attempted murder.

5. About Lestat’s: who’s been seen in episode 5 calling him telepathically through distances ? Right, I don’t think the members of the coven were powerful enough to cross an entire ocean.

6. Armand is the only one who knows EVERYTHING about what happened in New Orleans, I doubt the coven would have so many details about what happened, to the point of making an entire animated movie just from Lestat’s recalling, who’s constantly interrupting the trial to deny what’s being said, nor from Claudia’s gossiping in her diary (remember she wasn’t writing anything down, it was mutiny, she couldn’t keep any trace of what they were preparing. That’s why Antoinette was useful to Lestat).

7. Do you have any idea how BIG the lense of Meudon’s observatory is ? It’s HUGE. There’s no way they’d have stolen all that crap and Armand wouldn’t have noticed. Even if he lived with Louis by then.

8. How the fuck didn’t anybody notice Claudia’s diaries missing ? ‘Cause Armand knew about them and brought them back home to ease any suspicion.

9. Armand knew the coven was aware of Louis and Claudia’s situation at the very least when he caught Santiago lurking on them, so he knew they’d act upon it.

10. I don’t believe for a single second Armand wiped Louis’s memory of San Francisco but left him the entire clear HD memories of the day he lost his beloved sister. The trial is a lie.

11. No better way to make Louis hate Lestat than making him responsible for Claudia’s death. Louis wouldn’t have anyone else to go to but Armand.

11.b. To be fair Lestat didn’t seem to appreciate much what was going on either, so, might have been Armand’s revenge over Lestat as well.

12. Armand’s gonna save Louis from the coffin, couldn’t get there if the coven didn’t let him. Why would they let him roam free if they didn’t heave an agreement ? And if they didn’t, how would Armand be powerful enough to fight them then and not before the killing ? Why would he react only AFTER the killing if he was able to burn the coven whenever he wanted ?

Bonus point: they’re all stage actors AND vampires. So Santiago would never be such a bad actor as to genuinely stutter in front of the audience, nor agitate himself to cut the movie, he’d say so telepathically.

It’s all make believe so they -all- get what they want out of that trial.

[kairiscorner]

hi there!! :)) I saw that ur requests were open again and I wanted to ask if you could do a hc or short fic(?) for like a Hobie x Spiderperson! reader where they've got this vibe that they're dating???

Like whenever anyone asks about it they have no clue and reject the idea since Hobie doesn't believe in labels and the reader doesn't want to be tied down. But! they both get suuuper jealous whenever either of them gets too close/flirts with other people and drags them away or smth huehruehdids

Maybe they confess??? What if one time the jealousy gets too much or one of them got really hurt and the other realizes that they might never be able to tell the other their feelings? Maybe a big kiss at the end bc of the exploding feelings? That's all, thank you and have a great day!!! :DD

HI ANONNNN <33 omg i love so much WHAT i hope i do this justice <:))

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

"so... are you two a, y'know, a thing?"

questions like these never fail to keep you quick on your toes, especially since nothing could be farther from the truth. you and hobie were just good friends, really good friends. just a couple of buds that always had each other's back when battles go awry, or when the other gets in trouble for a few stunts here and there. you two were just... very close, is what you would call it, neither of you really used labels to express what you two were to each other.

hobie hated labels anyway to begin with, never believed in them and certainly doesn't want to use them to describe his relationship with you. he never felt the need to, all he was certain of was that if you were there for him, he'd obviously be there for you–even if you never asked for him to be, it was always a given.

you yourself were a free-spirited type of person, you refused to be weighed down by commitment when you already had yourself to worry about. and besides... you didn't feel anything for hobie, did you? nah, you didn't, you just thought that he was really, really cool. and awesome. and inspiring. and rebellious for the right reasons. and so... just, just a lot of amazing things.

you two wanted to make it clear: there was nothing going on between you two. and even though you convinced some of the folks at the spider society, a lot of others were still highly skeptical of you two, not that you guys cared, you two knew each other well. or so you both thought.

though hobie was always your first pick for a partner on a mission, you were being paired up with a lot of different spider people recently. and though it was no problem for hobie, you worried about leaving him alone. "hey, now, don't get all sentimental on me. i never believed in consistency, anyway. you're amazing, of course everyone wants you on their team. i'll catch you on the flipside," he'd tell you something along those lines and just... be gone for the rest of the day.

you tried not to worry so much, but guilt ate away at you sometimes and distracted you. but soon, this routine became more and more commonplace for you two, to the point that it distracted you seldom times when you heard that hobie was okay, he wasn't avoiding you, he was just... off somewhere else, and that much was enough to put you at ease.

you hung around the new people you met more and more often, even when hobie was around. you never meant to replace him, you could never do that; you just had your own life, and hobie... hobie knew. he understood that not every day can be for you two to share together, but honestly, he wished he didn't have to share your attention with these other guys, despite how well they mean, he wanted just you and him together for one more day; one more day, just like how it all was before this new change in routine.

little did hobie know that wish would come true sooner than he thought; for as you two were sent on a mission together, with just you two together, hobie had to admit how much he missed you--how much he wanted for things to be the way they once were. "i know i said i never believed in consistency, labels, and... i don't. but when it comes to you, i just have these thoughts, these thoughts of seeing you smile because of me, feeling your hand in mine after a long fight, getting together to make mischief and getting each other out of it--i really missed that... i missed you."

and you thought you were crazy for hearing that right then and there, because you yourself felt that exact same way. "i... i really missed you, too, hobie." you'd admit, and that was all the admission hobie needed to hear. "if you'll let me, may i... show you just how much i've missed you?" he ask as he brings his hand to your cheek and gazes into your eyes as you become more and more embarrassed about your feelings for him, but so was he when he realized you were, and are, all he ever loved.

you agreed, and in the blink of an eye, his lips were on yours. you felt his piercings, they were cold amidst both of your lips touching each other, but you two fit so well together; you two were each other's missing link, the only one who can right each other's wrongs and make them feel much more... alive.

though you two still refused to give other people any labels when asked about you two--because how was it their business, right?--you two knew just the other meant to you: it was ride or die with you, and only you; nobody else could replace or be the other, you're all he'll ever want, and he's all you could ever hope to love.

a/n: I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD AAAAAAAA, I REALLY LOVED WRITING THIS THOUGH <333

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