#riri's drabbles

[erinfern0]

lazy mornings; drabble.

simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader

warnings: sleepy morning sex, spit as lube, soft and fluffy lovemaking.

— gender natural anatomy, only pronouns used are you, etc.

He'll never truly admit how much he loves those days when the two of you can just wake up next to each other, slowly embracing yourself in each other's presence as soon as you open your eyes. You can feel his arms slowly wrap around your waist as he peppers tiny kisses all over your neck. He loves the way you throw one hand back to caress and play with his hair as he slowly grinds his hips against you, showing you exactly what he needs.

He also loves the way your sleepy voice gives him permission, almost begs, to take off your pajama shorts and throw them somewhere on the ground to be forgotten in just seconds. The way your voice shivers when he kisses the side of your neck, burying his face in your skin.

You grip his hair tighter and spread your legs, getting him to hold one of them in the air as he spits on his other hand to lube it up. No matter how badly he wants you – he'll always prepare you first. His nose traces over your shoulder as he makes you turn your head around just enough to kiss him. This is the only thing he does purely for himself, needing to kiss you as he slides inside with such ease, since your body remembers him so well. His fingers stretch you just enough for him to fit perfectly. You whimper and squirm as he looks for that spot, hidden a little deeper into your tightening hole, as he praises you for being so good for him.

His head feels heavy upon your shoulder as he tries to control his grunts. It's far too early to annoy your neighbors, but he won't stop you, he can't fight but craves to hear your soft gasps. Especially when you throw your head back against him and just breathe with your mouth agape, allowing his ears to hear how much pleasure he makes you feel with just those slow, calculated thrusts.

None of you really care if any of you come or not. You two just focus on feeling each other close for a little longer. To get that special bond between you a little stronger almost every day. Especially right after he comes back from deployment.

Later on, you either go back to bed if it's early enough, or you two take a shower together, where he makes sure you're fine and perfectly clean to move on with your day. Then, he makes you breakfast while you prepare a fresh cup of tea. Those parts are usually pretty silent, only interrupted by his quiet jokes or him, guiding you around the kitchen since he most definitely knows exactly where everything is placed.

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[roseamongroses]

a lil torn up

Shuri/Riri Williams [hurt/comfort] [unresolved feelings] [drabble] [post-mission][sleepy time gays series] riri takes care of shuri post-mission. - shuriri week - day three - "shuribble" - prompt: mission gone wrong, trust -- @shuririweek ao3

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“Don’ t you trust me?” Riri said, kneeling down. She rested her hand on Shuri’s thigh as she looked over the wounds. 

The suit was a goner. 

Shuri took a hit for her today. Some stupid, bird-freak of a villian tore up her sides with stolen, vibranium infused claws. 

Shuri glanced down before pointedly looking away, “With my life,” she said easily, “Not my stitches.”

“C’mon,” Riri huffed, “I’ve done mine since I was like twelve,”  

Shuri winced at that ,“No,” she said, “Absolutely not. It’ll heal on its own anyways,”

“You’ve performed spinal surgery and I don’t see your medical license,” Riri muttered, raising a warm, wet cloth, “Classism is a disease, y’know.” 

Shuri rolled her eyes. She wasn’t injured badly, mostly sore by now. She could’ve managed cleaning herself off with only some discomfort, but Riri insisted. 

The bed creaked as Shuri leaned back, better accommodating the other woman. 

Riri wiped down the grime, careful to avoid the skin knitting back together. 

Shuri watched fondly as Riri fussed. The exhaustion from today’s mission settled on her all at once. In the quiet of the dorm, beneath such careful hands, her mind lulled. 

Riri tossed the rags into the laundry bin once she was done. That out the way, she paused studying the tattered suit--eyes lingering on the lean muscle underneath. 

She shook her head, reaching to grab some spare clothes.“You should change,” she said, hoping her voice won’t betray her nerves, “It’s getting late.” 

Shuri yawned, eyes stuttering open before closing again. 

“You can’t sleep like that,” Riri sighed, watching as their weight sagged into the pillows. She sat down on the edge of the bed, prodding them carefully, “Take these off,”

Shuri managed to raise her head, “You’re so eager to undress me,” she said with half lidded eyes. Words slow, teasing, and thick with sleep. 

Riri schooled her expression, stomach fluttering as she watched that smug, pretty face relax all at once. 

Riri pulled the blanket over them.

“Fuck,” she cursed under her breath, dragging her hands down her face.

That little flutter grew. It gnawed at her chest only leaving aches behind. 

What were they doing?

[flyingwargle]

suna week day 1: sibling relationship

suna never expected his family to watch his games, a sentiment shared with many of his teammates. you don’t watch your kid take a test, so why should you watch them compete? not to mention, prefectural qualifiers aren’t anything out of the ordinary; for a powerhouse like them, it’s like any other match, a stepping stone toward nationals.

“nii-chan!”

he freezes at the address, recognizes the pitched intonation, the way it’s yelled across the corridor, followed by pattering footsteps. he turns around, watches his younger sister run toward him, their mom trailing a few steps behind. rikako crashes into him, as tall as his waist, arms wrapped around his lithe body. around him, his teammates stare. “riri.” suna instinctively hugs her back, hand splayed across the small of her back. “mom.” he nods at her when she approaches. “why are you here?”

“i want to watch you play! there’s no school today, and mom doesn’t have work, so she said we can come together!” rikako pulls away with a wide grin. “i’ll watch you win, right? not lose?”

a few of his teammates snicker behind him. he rolls his eyes. “obviously. we’re the best.”

“is it okay if i leave her with you for a minute?” mom asks. “i need to use the washroom.”

suna waves her off, and she walks toward the washrooms further down the hallway. he’s about to turn toward his sister when she grabs his wrist and yanks him toward the others. “introduce me! i wanna know who you keep complaining about whenever you call!”

“riri–“

ginjima coughs, failing to hide his amusement. “d’ya hate us that much? i thought ya loved us!”

aran nods in agreement, pretending to sniffle. “how can i sleep at night, knowin’ my kouhai complains ‘bout us ta his dear lil’ sister durin’ his nightly calls…”

“i do not call every night,” suna retorts. “just every other night. mostly for riri’s sake.”

“is that her name?” atsumu cuts in. “riri-chan?”

“rikako, actually,” rikako chirps. “but you can call me riri like nii-chan does!”

the boys trip over one another to introduce themselves, but they stop when kita steps forward. the jacket over his shoulders flutters when he crouches down to her eye level. “hello, rikako-san. it’s very nice o’ ya ta show yer support fer yer brother.”

she blinks at him, bows slightly. “hello, sir. i really care about nii-chan and want him to do his best.”

sir? suna exchanges looks with his fellow second-years, while the third-years muffle their guffaws. kita remains unruffled. “that’s good. we can use more family like ya. d'ya wanna learn his teammates' names?"

“yes, please! who are you, mister?”

“i’m kita, the team captain. this is ojiro, a wing spiker, an’ akagi, our libero, an’ omimi, our other middle blocker. d’ya know ‘bout volleyball positions?”

she nods. “nii-chan told me about them before.”

“very good. that’ll make introductions easier.” he straightens to gesture at the second-years. “ginjima is a wing spiker, an’ so is osamu. atsumu is our setter.”

“ooh.” rikako turns her attention toward them. “you’re the cool one.” she points at osamu. “and you’re the annoying one.” she points at atsumu. the others try to hide their laughs.

“is that so?” atsumu saunters forward to crouch at her eye level. “why am i the annoyin’ one, riri-chan?”

“nii-chan said so! i don’t know why he said it.”

suna shrugs, unfairly implicated. “i don’t know why, either. stop telling lies.”

“nii-chan is a liar!”

“no, i think she’s right,” osamu says between laughs. “ya really are the annoyin’ one, idiot.”

“if ya say one more word, ‘samu, i’ll–“

kita interrupts them with a harsh cough. he turns back to rikako. “our school has a section in the stands if ya wanna sit with ‘em. just tell ‘em who ya are, an’ they’ll make room fer ya.”

“okay! i’ll tell mom since she didn’t know where we could sit.”

that’s when she makes her reappearance. “sorry i took so long; there was a line. are we ready to go?”

she takes rikako’s hand, walking toward the entrance for the stands. his little sister twists around to wave and suna waves back, waiting until the crowd swallows them. once they’re safely out of earshot, he slumps again. “ugh.”

“what, ya don’t like havin’ yer family ‘round?” ginjima asks. “i’d kill fer my parents ta watch!”

“maybe if we were in elementary school. now, it’s just embarrassing.”

kita shakes his head. “there’s never shame in havin’ family support, ‘specially fer somethin’ that ya love. wouldn’t ya wanna show ‘em what ya can do?”

inarizaki takes the court to resounding cheers. the marching band only accompanies them for national tournaments, so only the reserve players cheer them on. mom and rikako are among them, holding black and red rubber cheer sticks. their shouts are lost in the commotion.

he likes to think that their appearance doesn’t affect him, but it does. his senses are sharper, which means his blocks are faster. his serves are deadly, and he receives most spikes that slip through the blocks when he’s in the back. he manages to score a good portion of points, only after to aran’s raw firepower and atsumu’s jump floaters.

at the end of the day, he leaves with his mom and sister. he holds rikako’s hands, who swings their arms back and forth. “that was so cool! volleyball is so much better in person.”

“yeah? you should see us at the national level. we have a marching band to cheer for us, and our opponents are tougher. we’re still better, though.”

“i want to watch! can we watch, mom?”

she smiles. “we’ll see. rintarou’s team needs to win this tournament first. we can talk after that.”

inarizaki does make it to nationals, but unfortunately, rikako doesn’t, stuck at school because of exams. instead, she watches the broadcast, texts her reactions in real-time. suna always reads them at night, and although she offers no context aside from exclamation marks and surprised emojis, he has a good idea of what awed her.

even as he goes on to become a pro, she watches as many of his games as possible, either live or after the fact. whenever he returns to hyogo for a game, he always slips her a ticket, never fails to see her among the other friends and family who watch.

he’d never admit it, but he’s grateful to have her as his number one supporter.

[generallysapphic]

another short and sweet +18 (riri williams x reader)

more and more ik

“riri, eyes on the fucking road, girl,” you joke as you feel your girlfriend’s hand start rubbing your thigh once more. you hear her smack her lips, squeezing your flesh under your dress, “it’s a stop light baby, damn,” and you know she being agitated because of how long it’s been since you two have had sex.

after spending the bulk of winter semester apart, you were finally together again for break but you hadn’t slept together yet at all. your period starts first, then riri inevitably comes on hers the next week. today was really the first day you two could actually do something.

you feel her play with the fabric of your dress, your eyes still on your phone, “riri! we’re literally down the street, don’t tell me you wanna fuck me that bad?” you tease and finally look up and catch her eyes; she’s looking at you like she’s mentally undressing you with her eyes and it makes you hot and she nods to your question, “yeah, i do,”

the light thankfully changes, and she pays attention to the road, smirking at your face and turning up the music and driving, moving her hand from your thigh and back in the wheel. you huff, looking around for an empty parking lot because now you’re anxious and excited to have sex too.

riri see you, “i already found one,” she admits, obviously reading your mind. you laugh, “great minds think alike, huh?” and she laughs too, making a sharp turn and, as she said, it’s an empty parking lot, one other car to the far left of you and riri parks fast. you’re already unbuckling your seat belt and so is she and you meet in the middle, right over the emergency brake and your lips crash into each other like you haven’t had her in months.

and she tastes good, just as always, you’ve kissed in her in your time together but you haven’t tasted her, felt her pulse and cum around your fingers, and the thought that you finally can, albeit in her car, still has you excited. you flick your tongue against her lips and riri opens up nice and easy, sucking right back on yours.

her hands fondle your braless chest and she’s able to maneuver your tits out if your dress, squeezing your nipples in her hand. you moan, happy to take any friction but you really need more, and riri could feel that. she pull away first, small salvia trails still connecting your mouths, and huffs, “backseat?” and you nod like she even needs to ask.

you climb back, settling with a small giggle as riri does the same and you both laugh, before finally, finally kissing properly, the music in the background fading out quickly under your hot mouths.

riri finds your thighs in her hands again and you gladly open your legs and invite her in. she fondles your clit through your underwear before pushing the fabric aside with two fingers, moving your click around your lips. you sigh against her lips, grabbing onto her wrist with your hand. you pull away once she adds more pressure to your clit, “oh, ri, baby—” and she smiles, kissing your neck and staying there, moving her own body to get a better angle of your clit. “yeah, feel good mama?” and you nod, her voice right in your ear.

she moans with you as your volume increases. you buck your hips to get more but it’s not enough. you whine, “ri, ri need more baby, more,” you sigh out and she nods leaning you both all the way back in the seat, your legs and body out stretched and it does help; once her hand finds your clit again, it’s a different and more exact pressure, one that was just right. you toss your head back, and moan loudly, “yeah, yeah, right there! uhhaaa, so good,” and riri uses her other hand to fondle your breasts, nipping dark hickies into your neck.

your thighs start shaking after a song passes, your clit beginning to pulse under her fingers and she feels it too, sighing. you use one hand to pull riri’s face closer to yours, moaning and sighing, “baby, baby, i’m gonna cum, gonna cum for you, oh fuck—!” and she nods, rubbing your clit in harder circles, adding more pressure and squeezing your nipple harder and harder until you finally cum, pussy opening up and cum leaning out on her backseat, and you sigh once it’s over.

your head is spinning as you turn around and kiss her, fumbling around to reach her cargo pants open them, kissing down her neck as she giggles. you lean all the way down, your open pussy definitely right against the window, and slide her pants down.

riri’s pussy is so gorgeous, her clit jumps under your eyes and her slick is stuck to her thighs. you moan, “all for me, ri?” and she nods, bottom lip stuck between her teeth, “all for you, mama, please..”

so sweet, your riri. you nod and lean forward, butterfly kisses are applied to her clit, your fingers slide between her lips to open her up and she groans once your two fingers enter her, thrusting slowly as your lips engulf her clit and suck.

her head tosses back, “yeah, fuck y/n just like that, baby,” and she’s so honest, her one hand coming to your curls and holding you there. you moan and suck harder, using your free hand to keep her thighs open and she allows you to do so, opening her legs more herself as her hot moans fogging up the windows.

it suddenly occurs to you that you’re out in public; anyone could walk by and see you, see riri, see how desperate and hot she is and easily she opens up for you. the thought makes you moan and the vibrations cause riri to shoot up, “fuck! hmmm, fuck fuck i’m cumming, fuck i’m cumming, shit—ahhnnnn—”

and you open up for her, widening your mouth and slowing your fingers as her pussy squeezes and opens up and she cums everywhere. riri’s always been the one to make a mess, her thick, milky cum leaks everywhere and ruins all your sheets but it’s so fucking sweet that you never mind. her juices flow down your fingers and all over your chin, all the while riri moans loud and unashamed, thighs shaking once she’s done.

you release her sensitive clit once she’s whining in the back of her throat, obviously overstimulated. you moan and take your own fingers out, bringing all the cum you can with you as her pussy pulses and squeezes. you look up at her after a moment and notice the fogged up window behind her and smile, “we should go home, yeah?” and she opens her fucked out eyes and nods, drawing you up for a kiss that you happily accept.

riri my love you will be destroyed in this upcoming story i’m so excited 🤭🤭

hope y’all enjoyed heheh

[im-not-thinking-confetti-cannons]

bitey tim biting!

Raylan’s got a spot, right where his neck meets his shoulder, that’s sensitive. If Tim brushes his lips over it, grazes it with his fingertips, that’s enough to make Raylan’s eyes flutter shut. That’s enough to make him moan.

Tim likes to bite that spot. Never hard enough to draw blood, but just hard enough to feel. Because when he nips at Raylan’s neck, sucks a mark right there where he’s sensitive, Raylan jerks underneath him, his breath hitching and his knees shaking – and if Tim’s lucky, if he bites hard enough to bruise, Raylan will whimper, pretty and perfect.

[xisanamii]

last time i participated in yumetober was like 2021 and i somehow drew for the entire month. this year i am weak. however i wanted to do something small for the current brainrots (both old and new)

don't mind my short drabbles under the cut lol they're based off of many yumetober prompts floating around. some prompts are dialogues while others are just ideas so yeethaw

himueri - "you've been staring for a while."

"have i now?" himuro couldn't help himself. after all, when it came to that focused, determined crease of her brows, he needed to just take an extra moment to admire her features. and then decide if he wanted to tease her or compliment her. although, he supposed doing the latter would be interpreted as teasing her nonetheless. so, a win-win for him? as he made his decision, he opened his mouth. though before words could escape him, erika had turned her head, peering up at him with narrowed eyes. he decided to pause whatever it was he was going to say, anticipating a snarky remark from her, or a snappy 'stop staring and go do something productive' scolding. neither of those happened, evidently, as she raised her left finger and hooked it neatly under his chin, bringing him closer to her. "himuro tatsuya-san, it's rude to stare," she grinned. "i didn't start dating an impolite person, did i?" certainly, not one of her bolder moves, but the suddenness of the gesture quite unlike her caused his cheeks to heat up immediately. clearing his throat, he shifted his head, curling his chin into the palm of her hand. "well... that depends. do you like impolite people?" he smiled, hoping to hide the acceleration of his heartbeat. "because i'll gladly be whatever you want." her nose crinkled. "that's too much pressure on me, i think. then i have to shape who you are." standing on her tiptoes, she jumped up to land a small peck on his cheek. "just stay the way you are, i guess. if i really have to choose a kind of tatsuya-senpai that has to be cheeky." he hummed, leaning his head toward her as she retreated. and then promptly pouted when she didn't follow up with another kiss. "how much longer are you going to give that game your attention?" "i just have one more chapter to--" himuro plopped his chin on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to his chest. "fine, but you have to sit on my lap while you finish then." "are you gonna help me make choices?" she grinned, complying with his demand request easily. "after all, otome-senpai is bad at otome games, isn't he?" without responding to her taunt, he simply pinched the side of her body, causing her to squeak and jump in his arms. and then prompted a glare from her. to which, he could only look away and whistle innocently. well, certainly, the two of them made quite a pair of children.

huito - "did you know that moles are where your lover in your past life kissed you the most?"

linhui paused in her writing, immediately eyeing the man who spoke with suspicious eyes. "and where are you going with this conversation?" ayato's head was propped up on his palm, fingers lightly tapping the side of his face. it drew linhui's eyes to the beauty mark at the corner of his mouth, which appeared to be the topic of interest for the evening. quite unfortunately, the location of that beauty mark was too close to an area of interest she preferred. and that smirk on his face told her that he knew what she was interested in. but would he allow her to indulge? absolutely not. "i was thinking, in our previous lives..." he hummed. "you must have really loved kissing me. because look." one of his gloved fingers moved to tap his beauty mark. "this location is so devious of you." "why are you assuming i was your lover in a previous life?" she huffed. two could play at this game, she thought to herself, forcing her eyes to return to the paper. this infuriating man wanted to see how her calligraphy work was like and he was distracting her from the task at hand. it was like his sole purpose for their rendezvous was to make her explode after weeks of not seeing each other, it seemed. "maybe you had a different lover, and they hated kissing you. that mole isn't on your lips." "oh? an interesting theory." ayato rubbed his chin in thought. "and where is the proof for that theory?" "where's the proof for your theory?" "i asked first, huihui." linhui forcefully put the brush down. ayato watched with veiled interest as she reached over and grabbed the collar of his kimono, pulling him closer. her cerise hues seemed to glow in defiance, with ayato's observant gaze falling on her lips, which were curled in a cute little pout. "my proof, yashiro commissioner," she murmured, their faces now mere millimeters from each other, "is this." he never grew old of this feeling -- ah, the feeling of her lips effortlessly gliding over his, as if the archons themselves decided that there was no other way for them to exist. his happiness was short-lived though as she pulled away after a second. he chased her fruitlessly, for she shoved a hand between their mouths with a flushed smirk. "on the other hand, i happen to enjoy kissing you very much." with her other hand, she grasped his chin and squeezed it playfully, forcing him to make a duck face and making his beauty mark stand out. even despite the smug look in his eyes, she could see it, the hints of his cheeks dusted in pink. "whoever your past lover was? they missed out on this part of your body." he hummed again. thoughtfully this time, as one of his hands wrapped around her waist. "i don't know about that, huihui. i'm not convinced." she frowned. "that was irrefutable proof." "you're quite the messy kisser. if you hadn't noticed, you touched my mole many times." he chuckled. "in fact, it's impossible to kiss me without touching this part, you know?" linhui froze. shit, he was right. and he knew she was right. "ah, but i'm glad to hear you say that you enjoy kissing me so much. so my lover in this life has the same tastes as my lover in my past life~ i'm pleased to hear that." linhui grabbed the calligraphy brush and swept it upwards - of course, he deftly dodged it and clicked his tongue at her. "huihui, that's mean." "you are a--" she yelped as the hand on her waist quietly slipped into the opening on her back. "admittedly, i grow tired of this task. why don't we do something more fun?" "you were the one who asked me to do it," she scowled. "am i hearing a no?" "i didn't say that."

sunrou - piercings

sunday's eyes were shut closed, shoulders stiff as a board. roucao tilted her head, frowning in uncertainty. "are you sure you're okay with this?" "... yes." "you don't look okay." "it is temporary. i am not accustomed to being touched." he forced one eye open, attempting at giving her a reassuring look. admittedly, he was failing, but roucao didn't want to knock his efforts out where they were. thus, with a bemused smile she moved behind him. "if it'll help, i won't look at your face." sunday nodded slowly. "it's up to you." he extended his pierced wing toward her, indicative of the permission he was giving her. her fingers reached out gently. even if he had expected he touch, he couldn't help the flinch in his wing. he crossed his arms over his chest. why... i gave her permission, but why am i... he felt his cheeks getting a little too warm for his liking. scolding himself for how juvenile his reaction was, he willed himself to restrain the shudder that ran through his body as her fingers brushed over his piercings. "did it hurt?" she asked. an expected query. he wondered if the memory of her long-life self had ever experienced pain, if she were to ask a simple question such as that. "it did." "why do it if it hurts?" he paused. "i liked how it looked." she perked up, a grin curling on her face. "then i want one too. can you do one for me?" "why?" "because i want you to like how i look." sunday choked on his breath. once again, her boldness never failed to take him by surprise. "that's--" "... no good?" she tilted her head. he closed his eyes and frowned. "you..." "hm?" his wing involuntarily (or voluntarily) pulled itself from her curious hands and moved to cover his face. now he knew his cheeks were definitely red, and he was glad that he wasn't facing her for once. "i... like how you look already. so..." "sunday!" she swept him into a tight hug, nuzzling her nose into his neck. "i like how you look too! hehehe~" out of the two of them, perhaps she was the master manipulator.

[chaoticcatbunny]

Talokanda Ball

Shuri’s dress is the dark purple one. Okoye’s dress is the wine red one. Namora’s dress is the light green one. Riri’s dress is the dark blue one with sparkles. Namor’s suit is the dark green one. Attuma’s suit is the gold one. Nakia’s dress is the dark blue one with the spaghetti straps. Toussaint is finally introduced to wakanda at this ball and of course his little suit has to match his mama 🥹.

It’s been nearly a year since the battle between Wakanda and Talokan ended. Things are still tense between the two nations so Black Panther Shuri, King M’Baku and the council decide to extend an invitation to Talokan. They are invited to a ball that will host both nations so that their peoples can interact together. The citizens of both nations are practically vibrating with excitement as they prepare for the ball.

Once everyone arrives at the citadel for the ball it’s seen that Namor can’t keep his eyes off of Shuri. Attuma had immediately left Namor’s side as soon as they stepped into the ballroom in search of Okoye. Namora remains seemingly glued to her older cousin’s side until he disappears to talk with Shuri. Riri finds the young general by herself and invites her to dance. Namora is hesitant but accepts.

Shuri is trying to shake Namor from her tail with Toussaint’s hand clutched tightly in her own. Attuma is seen swaying off the side of the room with Okoye wrapped in his big arms. Namor and Shuri pause in their game of cat and mouse when they hear gasps and whispers from the crowd. They share a look with each other before gently pushing their way closer to the dance floor. They see Namora leading Riri across the dance floor in a traditional Talokan dance. They stare in awe as the two young women move gracefully together around the dance floor.

Shuri sighs and realizes that she can’t run from Namor forever and that they need to further discuss the alliance between their nations.

[pandagirl45]

"I'm sorry..."

Ultron heard the voice of captain America speak to their father. He watched how riri held back miles from racing to the man in the armor.

Their father had wet stains in his eyes, soot and caked on blood decorated his face. Ultron wanted to run to their father and get him away from him. That steve.

A Steve that returned to break his father heart again. It's bad enough his real father was sent on mission, after years of them rekindling. Steve... came back.

Ultron wanted to scream his father was married. He wanted to shout, when he felt his gaze focus as miles whispered, "Steve doesn't have a metal arm..."

"What the hell Bucky..."

Dad?

[marvelwritingmadness]

I feel like I want to start up

SMALL THINGS DRABBLE COLLECTION

again….idk I miss writing drabbles.

And I have so many new ideas

They would all be x reader of course

Unless they’re paired with someone else specifically

Idk I might not…I’ll sleep on it

[erinfern0]

NSFW alphabet with: König

warnings: somno, cnc, anal play, könig being a switch disaster (mostly sub tho), mention of injuries/blood

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

most of the time he just let's you rest, because let's be honest - you'll be exhausted every time. if you dom him, he's just going to kiss all over your body, thanking you for taking care of him, leaving dark hickeys over your skin if the ones he previously made faded away. if he doms you, he'll make sure you're okay, bring you some water and clean you off. usually just caresses your body, making sure you're not too sore. sometimes he pulls you closer and cages you better his arms, his head resting on top of yours as he praises you until you fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he truly likes his hands and back. He takes pride in watching his fingers travel over your skin or just interlocking with yours or deep into your tight hole. he never really cared for his back until he met you. He started liking it when you started digging and dragging your nails over his skin when he made you loose your mind beneath him. he loves the way it looks, covered with red strokes, sometimes blood staining the sheets after you two are done.

he's obsessed with your thighs and stomach. He squeezes on them a lot, sometimes in public just to tease you. he adores your little squeaks when he stands behind you and wraps his arms over your belly, tracing over your curves with his fingers as his face is buried in your neck. as of your thighs, he loves to see you wear shorts that end mid-thigh to see how tight the material squeezes them. he loves to grab on them, dig his digits until he bruises you if you let him. Sometimes he's just right there, between your legs, kissing your inner thighs unlit his lips are sore. Not only in the sexual way, sometimes he'll just cover you with butterfly kisses and whisper how much he loves them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

his loads are huge and he loves to see them over you or leaking out of you. a few first times he was worried it was too much for you, so he would pull out and just cover your stomach, back or chest, making sure to clean you afterwards. the first time he came inside of you was when you two were too carried away while you rode him, you assured him you're okay and he finally relaxed, giving in. he was truly obsessed with the view and begged you to keep going just to see how his cum that leaked out of you made a beautiful, slick ring over his cock. Now he just wants you to milk him any time you desire.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he has a full folder of your private pictures/videos, he looks through them every time you're away. when you're away he'll call you if he truly needs you, asking you to just talk about your day while he looks through it, getting himself all worked up, hearing your voice and watching your body on the photos while just bucking his hips into nothing, imagining himself thrusting into you. most of the time you have no idea that he does this.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

before meeting you he didn't really have any experience and was happy to discover everything beside you. he didn't really watch porn or anything like that, he was mostly too busy or just not interested. but then you appreared in his life and helped him to gain his experience. he spent hours just touching you, getting to know your body, most sensitive spots and limits and was happy to hear you want to do the same with him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

cowgirl. he just loves to see you bounce off his cock, especially when you just make him lie down, your hands on the bed on both sides of his head as you struggle to keep your body up, whimpering above him as you speed up. he just melts under you and pulls your body even closer. he also loves when you just lean back, rolling your hips over him while just throwing your head back, your hands either supporting you by holding his knees bent behind you or focused on teasing your nipples just to add to the pleasure.

he also loves missionary, just watching your face as he takes care of you, his hands focused on caressing your body as he makes you arch your back with pleasure. he just loves the faces you're making.

bonus: anything against mirrors as he loves to see you so much.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he takes your intimate time very serious, especially when he's supposed to dom you. he likes to be prepared and organized, that's why it's always so perfect. the only time he laughs during sex is when you fuck him dumb, especially when you overstimulate him, he'll just cry and chuckle, chocking on his own saliva as you keep going.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.

he used not to care about grooming that much before he got more intimate with you. after you left hickeys on him, he wanted them everywhere. Especially on his v-line and inner thighs, right beside his cock. That's when he decided to give it a try and he loved it. He can't imagine covering that area ever again.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's very sweet, always asking if you're okay, if you need a break and stuff like that. he can praise you for hours, worshipping your body. he cares about your enjoyment more than his and it shows. he also loves to be as close as possible to you, hates to move away at any point.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he only masturbates when you're there with him either by his side or talking to him through the phone, he can't do that by himself, he just can't cum without you. he loves when you guide him, tell him how to do it, when to speed up and when to slow down. bonus points If you call him your good boy for listening to your instructions so well.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

somno - he was very scared to tell your he didn't want you to think he's some sort of a freak. he never thought you'd like it as much as he did, so he was shocked when you said you want to try it. he always asks for consent before you two fall asleep, you also have a safe word just in case. it started off very slow and careful, he would just fuck your thighs as your asleep, gently sliding his cock between your legs right over your pyjamas. then he would just give you head while stroking himself. the more you did it, the more he would try and over time he finally allowed himself to do more, eventually just stretching your hole, lubed with his spit and slowly fucking you while you're unconscious, trying so hard to keep quiet not to wake you up. never goes too fast before you wake up, he needs your full consent to try going any rougher so you can't be unconscious.

breeding kink all the way 🫡

being called your good boy or your puppy, this makes him squirm like a whore. he turns into your obedient toy in just that moment. he doms you for two hours already? call him a good boy and he'll cry and beg you to finish him off however you please.

and obviously - size kink. he loves to remind you how small you are in comparison to him. he's not mean about it tho. he doesn't like degrading you, feels wrong to do so. he's just a fucking tease.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

your couch is his favorite place in the world. so many options to go for, so many positions you two can pick. You spend a lot of time on it, just cuddled up to each other while watching movies together. sometimes you eat in front of the tv. It's obvious that after some time you start doing naughtier things on it. He loves the way you two reflect in the tv, he adores to watch you like you're his favorite tv show.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you turn him on. just you, in general. you can make him weak in the knees with just one specific look in your eyes. he loves to pleasure you so no matter what - just ask and you'll receive. your fantasies keep him inspired and motivated to try out new things.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he would never do anything before asking you, he also doesn't do things that he believes might hurt you in long terms. yeah, leaving marks and bruises, sometimes just his hand prints over your skin but never anything to leave scars. he also wouldn't do anything more than teasing in public, feels wrong and his anxiety makes him overthink it a lot every time you mention it. so he'll definitely leave a tiny kiss on your neck as you stand before a store isle or touch your sex through your clothes while having dinner at a restaurant/sitting in a bar with his team, just barely running his fingers over it to make sure you know what he wants.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

when it comes to oral, this man strongly prefers giving. he's a sucker for anything he can taste on you and watching you squirm and cry out in pleasure as he moves his tongue and lips over your sex. definitely grips on your hips to keep you still as he overstimulates you over and over. he's a fast learner, he didn't have much experience before but he watches your reactions and know exactly how to please you. his skill is only about you, he doesn't care about learning in general, just you.

overstimulation>>>>edging

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he's very slow at first, always makes sure you have everything you need and you're stretched enough for him. loves to take his time while thrusting into you. he wants to let go, be rough and fast, fucking you into your bed, making you scream out in pleasure under him but is very careful and patient. sometimes too much. you need to literally beg him to go deeper, harder or faster. he loves to hear you beg but always goes so slow at first that it drives you crazy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he prefers to take his time with you like I said. sometimes spends hours with you under or on top of him but will do it if you're just too desperate and will ask him nicely, he can't deny you for long. he'll take you right before you go to take a shower for work. press you against the sink of your bathroom, smile as he slowly slides inside of you, one hand on your clit/cock while the other grips your hip tightly. He'll grunt and whimper behind you, hoping you're quiet enough so your neighbors won't hear.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

he likes to try out new things, especially when you bring them up yourself. Will try any toy you give him, either on you or on himself. doesn't take the risk in public. you can do anything to him. Bite, scratch, god, you can even carve your name on him - he'll take it. Any position, no matter how difficult, he'll just smile and nod his head.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

as.long.as.you.want. no matter how tired he might be, no matter how overstimulated he is - he won't stop until you're fully satisfied. the safe word you picked will just rush through his thoughts but every time he's about to say it, he's realizing how much he enjoys it and just lets it disappear off his mind. another thing is that he always let's you cum first. no matter how much time he has to wait - he will. you want to edge him a little more? he'll cry and beg but not disobey.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

as you wanted to experience a lot together you two have an impressive collection already. his favorites are your bullet vibrator you always have on you and a small anal plug that you two got just to try it. allows you to wear it in public but will never touch it when you're outside and you have it in. again, too anxious for public play. if you ever want him to try it on himself, he'll get himself prepared before you come back from work and ask you to use it on him as he doesn't want to do it alone. surprisingly loves it and wants to experiment more with anal play.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he might be cruel but most of the time he's just too weak to say no to you. the only teasing you'll get is the one over your clothes while you two still lie in bed in the morning, he's just so desperate he has to touch you. he might rub his crotch against your butt while you two stand in the kitchen together but the moment you ask him to do something he'll just do as you please.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's very vocal, not only with his words by praising and begging, but also - he's a whimpering mess for you every time you two take some time together. stumbles over his words a lot, usually mixes german and english when overstimulated. his voice cracks a lot when he feels good.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he definitely loves to see the bulge your belly has every time he's deep inside of you. If you go missionary, he'll lean back just to press his thumbs over your stomach, pushing it down on the sides to see his tip hit you from the inside. maybe run his thumb over it just to feel more pressure over his cock.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he's a big guy in all ways possible. He takes lots of pride in it, despite being insecure about his body for most of his life. loves to see dark hickeys over his chest, neck and v-line. his nipples are way more sensitive than you could ever imagine and he adores to see your hands play with them as he looses his mind underneath you.

like I said - he's big. in all ways possible. you might already guess he's big down there too, thick also. you though he was big when you saw him over his pants? wait till he's hard, you'll gasp at the view. his tip is big, bright and sensitive, works for you like a plug if you want. he's also pretty veiny, patterns spread all over his length. the slit is very visible, especially when he gets all hot and swollen from arousal.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he's very pent up after all that time he lived without you so now he wants to be with you all the time. not always having full on sex, taking all of your clothes off. sometimes he'll just make you sit on his lap, your back against his chest, head over his shoulder as he touches you under your pyjama shorts. he loves when you grind over his thigh, he doesn't care you'll stain his pants, no way he's stopping you. he gets frustrated easily, he has to do something about that.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as soon as he makes sure you're okay he just passes out next to you, pulling you closer to him so he feels your heartbeat slow down after you both come down from your high.

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WOAHHHHH I LOVE YOUR MATTHEW FANART IT'S SO BEAUTIFULLLL

aw thanks!! ngl i tried to be more ambitious with the coloring this time and was worried it wouldn't turn out well 🥲 but i'm glad it's getting such a positive response!!! ilyyy 🫶💓

[weoris]

NOBODY’S HOME

이희승 drabble — silly idol boyfriend heeseung! 𐙚 𓈒 ݁ soft hours fem!reader silly bf hee , idol au requested by @isoobie >< four hundred thirty two cw. hugs kisses clickhere!

IT WAS ALMOST 3:00 AM when you heard three exact knocks on your front door. You grumbled as this mysterious person rang the doorbell four more times. What were these ding-door-ditching kids doing at three in the morning?

“God, you damn kids-” you muttered as you opened the door while tying your robe. But you were met with a dopey smile from your dear boyfriend. “Heeseung?? What the hell are you doing here?”

He immediately pouted and walked into your apartment. “I was expecting a ‘hi my sweet hee’ but I guess that’s fine..” he said as he immediately hugged you. Chuckling, you patted his back and closed the door. “Sorry, just the self-invite was a bit of a surprise..” you giggled and ruffled his hair.

As heeseung pulled away and smiled at you. “I missed you~” he spoke in a sweet tone, making you giggle again and plant a kiss on his plush lips. “Mm~ I missed you too.. c’mon, let’s go to bed..” you held his hand gently and pulled him to your room.

He pursed his lips, kissing your cheek again as he changed into the spare pyjamas you had for him in your room. His arms wrapped around your waist softly from the back as he hummed and kissed your neck, making you chuckle at how cute sleepy-hee was.

“I missed you a lot, y’know..” he muttered with that pout again, head resting against your chest as you laid against the headboard with the sheets over you two and your limbs wrapped around each other like a pretzel. “Mhm.. really?” You smiled back, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You have no idea..” he mumbled again, looking up to give you a peck.

Suddenly, your sweet moment was interrupted by your loud phone ringing. Was everyone awake at three in the morning?

Grumbling again, you roll your eyes and check your phone. “Hello?” You tiredly asked, with your boyfriend pressing light pecks on your jaw and cheek. “Is heeseung there???” You heard the panic tone of Jake on the line, and so did heeseung as he rolled his eyes. “No one’s home..” he mumbled, pressing his lips to your cheek again.

You giggled and played with his hair again. “Yes, he is.. why?”you immediately heard six sighs of relief. “We’ve been searching for him everywhere for an hour.” Heeseung rolled his eyes again, tiredly pressing more kisses to your cheek. “Quit bugging..” he furrowed his eyebrows and mumbled quietly, falling asleep on your chest.

“I’m- I’m sorry..” You chuckled in surprise to the guys.

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[riiwrites]

thinking about sigma falling in love w/ his waitress . . . ☁️

he watches you from a far distance, watching and practically staring as he sees the way your eyes light up when you rush over to your next customer. your bright smile adorning your most beautiful features he considered to just be oh so perfect.

he’d always wonder how you were always such a happy thing. you were almost delicate, sensitive, soft. he was afraid to even touch you because if he did he thought you’d just shatter. but he thought that was rather silly to think of such.

when you first came in to be interviewed, he stopped, just like his heart did as soon as he made eye contact with you. the same bright smile you wear now as you touch the hearts of many loyal and soon to be reoccurring customers of the sky casino.

if he had to describe you in one word, he just couldn’t. because there were just so many other words he could describe you in that would mean so much more than just one simple phrase.

he doesn’t know why he’s so scared to go up and talk to you. perhaps he was afraid of the rejection? or perhaps he was afraid of the way his palms would get sweaty and his heart beat was race faster than normal, or maybe it was the way he’d get the sick, nauseous feeling he gets whenever he becomes anxious god why was he anxious whenever he was near you? did your palms get sweaty too? did your heartbeat remain the same as it regularly does when you flash that signature beauty of a smile at him? he just wishes he could see right through you and crack you open and find out what it was that made you so…you.

but oh how he loves it. he relishes in it. it’s a shame he can’t be two feet near you without pivoting and backing out, running to the storage room to gag and throw up.

little did he know though, he wasn’t the only one who was piqued by a certain someone’s expressions and personality.

this was just the beginning.

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woooaa riri is back with a drabble?! yeah im definitely not writing anything for a few weeks after sorry everyone i have NO motivation!! 3:

butttt drumroll please im actually thinking of making this into a series! a sigma x reader series hehe..this being the prologue kind of idk it started off a drabble but I guess we’ll see. i tagged those who i thought might be interested and if you ARE interested please shoot me an ask or comment below.

thank you my beauties, until then <3

✿ riiwrites 2024 ; please refrain from copying, plagiarising or reposting my work anywhere else without crediting.

[chokchokk]

awww riri thank you so much sweetheart <33

it is indeed short LMAO !!!! im glad that you enjoyed each carefully chosen word !!!! xoxo and wordsmith ??? that's so sweet i cant </33

i appreciate you so much thank you my love xoxo !!!

𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 | park seonghwa x gn!reader

a summer romance!seonghwa drabble

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: Warmth painted by your lips, heat expelling from your eyes, tears drying on Seonghwa's skin. He'll get over it.

now playing: " yellow " ▸ pity party (girls club)

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𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: angst, hurt/comfort, suggestive themes

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1.2k

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): post break-up depression, one sided (?) attraction, sad kisses, hickeys, implied blowjob; seonghwa is trying to get over his ex, reader has a summer crush on him

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: wrote this in one sitting so there might be some errors but how i know myself i would added so many more things if i re-read it too often LMAO my first ever drabble!!!!! yuhyuh i hope the story makes sense? it’s just a collection of feels, but i tried my best to get the scene across!!! <33 hope you enjoy xoxo

(this doesn’t hurt as bad as it used to!)

You were smitten, but with some strange luck, Seonghwa might have been, too.

How had you gotten there with him, with the guy that had been crying about his ex?

He didn’t have to tell you he’d been sobbing into his pillow. His nose was still swollen red, eyes remaining puffy, and on your lips, you could taste the salinity on his skin, when he cupped your face and went in for the second kiss.

love is sick

You didn’t mean to barge into his room this way, didn’t meant to breathe as heavily as you did when you saw him lay in his bed peacefully, but if there was one thing that meant something to you, in between these dimly-lit walls, it was how loud your heart was beating inside your chest, reminding you that it was the last day of vacation, your paths to maybe never be crossed again once you returned home.

but we can try

“Now or never, Y/N.”

i really like,

Seonghwa hadn’t been asleep, had heard you walk through the door and had heard you gasp softly— had expected you to leave him sunken in his pillow, just like she did, but you stayed. Stayed until he swore that you must have evaporated into silent fog, which you did, but only once his glassy eyes met yours, his voice sounding raspy out of his throat.

“Wha- What do you mean, ‘now or never’?”

i really like the things you do to me

He thought you were cute. A bit gullible maybe, but definitely cute. The way you tottered to his side with careful steps, even if your eyes were opened wide from the surprise or embarrassment— he could see your cheeks blossom up— letting yourself be invited to his bed despite not having interacted a lot during the trip.

Did he find it unfortunate that you two were counting the first words you’d ever said to each other? Maybe he should have, but Seonghwa didn’t. He had caught enough of your haste gazes since the first day you had seen him to have gotten a good hunch of what was going through your mind, as he intertwined his fingers in yours the moment you were sat at the bed frame.

the things you do to me

You gulped.

Seonghwa’s face was glowing a warm orange, flushed by the tint of the sunset outside his window, and the candlelight he had put on his nightstand was flickering fiery in his dark irises.

What were you doing?

You were being nervous, being fearful, feeling Seonghwa’s thumb rub over the surface of your hand, his eyes not swaying away from your fluttered lashes.

What were you going to do?

love is sick

He was still heartbroken, you could feel it even on his lap. Seonghwa had pulled you with a force that came from pain, from hurt and grief, not with one that was birthed from serenity, though it wouldn’t have changed how gently he wrapped his arms around you.

Who could ever break up with a man that smiled as softly as he did, a man whose voice liquidised in your ear, when he whispered;

“Can you kiss me?”

i really mean,

The first kiss was thaw. Faint, silent, formlessly mellow. When you removed your lips, Seonghwa sniffled, his lips curving downwards to a sullen, shaky pout.

i want you close right next to me

“You’re so pretty,” is what you said to kiss away the sorrow, with a smile that meant best for the doleful male, your hand running across his cheek where the trail of a tear stuck to the skin.

love is dumb

His memories were simmering in his guts and Seonghwa felt sore from how sorry he was, when his hand found your chin, fingers slithering into your jaw, the words ‘you are pretty too’ unable to leave his mouth. He had said it too often, but his mind lacked in the will to find something new.

You were pretty, god, so heavenly pretty to him, looking like an angel coming to rescue him from his woes, and he hoped you understood what he was trying to say, once his body acted before he could get out a single sound.

but we can try

The second kiss was feverish. The sun had set on your bodies, the warmth from the rays smudging off your fingers, as you got them tangled into his hair, exhaling deeply.

You tried to prove to the pretty boy under you that his breaths were just as charming as his face, molding your lips into his until his hands were holding you by your hips, with you leaning more and more into his body.

i really like,

He had closed his eyes, while you observed how he reacted to you marking his neck with small pecks that you hoped would remind Seonghwa he was worth the efforts of being embellished by something at least similar to love; red petals of your adoration bedecked the surface around his Adam’s apple, which bopped as soon your fingertip found the waistband of his trousers.

i really like the way you stare at me

His body remembered the contact, but Seonghwa had to convince himself that the tingle he felt inside him wasn’t practiced memories from other summer nights he had spent twosomely.

Oh, how alone he had been, and oh, how he had missed this, but oh, how it was not the same.

Your glimpse was innocent, unaware of his faults, and Seonghwa feared for his decency, when the words he had spoken flashed through his head. He was repeating the movement as the images didn’t stop appearing, the sounds of female grace chiming in his ears, hand caressing your temple all the while you made your way down into where you needed to push away the blanket.

the way you stare at me

It was flattering. Your eyes sparkling, when you saw him sit outside smoking a cigarette by himself, fleeing the sight the moment he turned his head, only to return in the same second— more eager, yet shy and unpronounceable.

Seonghwa was a stranger to you, but he knew the looks too well; knew the feeling in his breast too well.

love is yellow

The whole night was selfish. The sun had long disappeared behind the horizon, and the candle-wax dripped onto the wooden table restlessly, as two people trying to make time worthwhile, enmeshed in the sheets, looked into each other’s eyes drawing different paintings of flowing waters, ciphered stories and the desperate need to be seen.

i really mean,

He was smitten.

Smitten, as sighs escaped through his mouth; Smitten, when your mouth wrapped around his heat, and he remained smitten, drenched in your adoring devotion, but drowning in intimate memories, once he spoke out the promise he'd think of you even when summer ended.

i want you close to die with me

Seonghwa came as fast as he rejoined to hug you with words of gratitude, your chuckle evanescing in his ears.

You felt like home, a home he couldn’t return to; a warm bed at night with the consoling thought he could find comfort in other colours, but as his eyes opened again and an unspoken name laid on his tongue, Seonghwa knew;

Love was a path he could never cross again.

[the-kr8tor]

Ahem, ahem. 🪦 anon, stop tearing bits of my heart out for a snack with your hcs🥲👊 Little HC/drabble incoming! I give you more loser! Hobie with lots of love💕💕💕

Hobie would love to say that he bagged you and charmed you like the cheeky bastard he can be, but that would be a lie. A terrible, obvious lie at that. He can still recall the day you'd "picked him up and put him on your shoulder", as he liked to tell the younger Spiders.

Heart thundering in his chest and ears ringing with the loud cheers of the crowd, Hobie sweeps his gaze over the sea of adoring fans. His fingers are a blur as he rocks out on his guitar, bobbing his head along to the melody as their singer belts out the lyrics to their song. It was the band's biggest stage yet, the underground club fitting up to over a hundred people. Despite being so caught up in the rush of performing for such a huge crowd, he still found himself searching the ocean of bodies. Searching for one person in particular.

Hobie's breath hitches, and he almost misses a note when he finally spots you, brown eyes locking onto your own. You, in all your glory, dressed like a straight-up Rockstar as you swayed to the music about three rows from the front. And when you give him a knowing smile, he has to tear his gaze away before he freezes up from sheer embarrassment. He'd only ever seen you from afar, but damn if you weren't the prettiest bird he'd ever seen.

Every show the band has ever performed, you've attended. Every pub, every underground club, and hovel, you were there without fail. And during each show, you'd always find a way to make eye contact with him. It never fails to make him weak in the knees. He didn't even know your name, never even said a word to you before. Yet, you've somehow managed to plague his every thought. It had gotten to a point where even his band mates had taken notice, teasing him about it to no end.

Strumming the last few chords on his guitar and Kamala bringing it home with her epic high note, the last song for the night officially ends. Cheers and applause erupt into an astounding roar as they all take a bow and thank the people for attending the show. Hobie can't help the way his grin stretches from ear to ear, so wide that his face starts to ache. Performing always left a lingering buzz beneath his skin, a good kind that took hours to go away, not like he wanted it to. The band makes their way backstage, Ned patting him on the back and Kamala linking arms with Riri.

"We killed it out there", his best friend exclaims while giving them all high fives. Hobie wipes the sweat dripping down his forehead and chuckles as Riri playfully punches his arm.

"Damn right we did! 'Specially Hobie. What with his bird watchin' and all..." She says teasingly, giggling at the glare Hobie throws her way. Rolling his eyes, he can't help the flush that settles over his ears as he thinks back to you.

"Not my bird... I don't even get birds", he grumbles, taking a swig from his water bottle. Which was true, of course. He'd always struggled with talking to people he fancied, always stumbling over his words and shaking like a leaf at even the slightest effort of flirtation. His awkwardness didn't attract most people, unfortunately, the idea of a punk like himself being so pathetic at chatting someone up almost laughable. Hobie had made his peace with that side of himself long ago, had accepted that he might never experience the feeling of warmth from holding someone dear. But then you had to come creeping into his sight, his life. Now, he can't help but think that maybe he'd actually, possibly, have a chance at love... Yeah right.

"Where'd Kamala go, Ri", Ned asks curiously as he stuffs a handful of chips in his mouth, rousing Hobie from his musings. Hobie raises an eyebrow as he sweeps his gaze around the dressing room, noting that their singer was indeed missing. Riri shrugs, turning her face back towards the mirror as she carefully fixes her eyeliner.

"Dunno. Think she said somethin' 'bout fetchin' somethin'..."

"Yeah. 'Cause that's helpful", Hobie snorts before getting up to go search for their runaway band mate. Only, once he closed the door behind him on the way out, he turned around to come face to face with you. You, who greeted him with such a pretty and sweet smile that he thought his heart shot up into his throat. He's frozen as he blinks down at you, sweat beading at his forehead and palms growing clammy. Because why on earth were you backstage, in front of him?? He was going to make a fool of himself, he just knew it.

"Hey, Hobes! Hope you don't mind, brought our fan back here 'cause she has a backstage pass. Said she was dyin' to meet ya", Kamala says with mirth gleaming in her eyes. She was a damn liar because they don't give out backstage passes, and Hobie couldn't move to shoot her a withering glare. Too lost in the glimmering depths of your eyes, the way they pulled him in like a calming tide. Kamala chuckles at his lack of response and pats his shoulder before slipping into the dressing room, leaving him all alone with you. Was it getting hot in here?

"Great show tonight. You guys rocked, as always", you say softly, voice calm and sure and oozing a certain amount of confidence that Hobie was quite sure he didn't have. Especially now, what with you looking up at him so prettily through your lashes. His lips tremble slightly as he slowly opens his mouth, before closing it with an awkward chuckle. He nervously rubs his hands on his pants, trying to rid himself of the growing shyness that threatened to have him immobile like a statue in your presence. It was definitely hot in here. Hobie clears his throat before opening his mouth again, lips wobbling.

"Th-Thank, uh‐ ahem! ...Thank you. M-Much appreciated..." God, did his voice really just crack right now? He prayed you didn't hear it, even though you probably, definitely, did. A small chuckle leaves your lips as you step a little closer towards him. Hobie's breath hitches and his eyes flutter at your close proximity. He can see himself in your sparkling gaze and he begs whatever is out there that he doesn't look like a sad fool in your eyes. Your pretty, beautiful, breathtakingly exquisite eyes. Oh, he was such a goner.

"Didn't think you were the shy type. How cute", you coo breathily as you bring up a hand to softly touch his arm. Hobie's jaw drops open and his heart beats so hard in his chest that it aches. Did you just say he was cute? Him? He's been called a lot of things by a lot of people, none of them pleasant. But cute...? And the way you just purred out the words, too... Was there an earthquake happening? Was he shaking? He felt like he was shaking, practically vibrating at your touch alone. You tell him your name then, a name that he's already seared inside of his brain the moment it left your lips. It takes several more heartbeats before you chuckle and start speaking again.

"Gonna tell me your name, handsome? Or are you just gonna stare at me all night? 'Cause I would very much like to know your name." Shit, had he really been staring? He couldn't help it, not when you were a glowing beacon even underneath the dim lights of the club.

"H-Hobart, uh Brown... But I normally just go b-by Hobie", he breathes out, almost like he's out of breath. Like you've stolen all the air in his lungs the moment you called him handsome. Hell, more like the moment you even graced him with your presence. Your hand on his arm trails down to tenderly hold his clammy hand in yours, fingers intertwining as you slip something in his palm. The action makes him shiver and visibly gulp as you lean in to whisper in his ear.

"Well, Hobie, I'm free on Saturday. Call me up if you'd like to go out sometime." Hobie feels like an arrow just hit him in the chest, eyes fluttering shut and jaw dropping open. When he blinks open his eyes again, you're gone. Just like that. The air rushes back in his lungs, disappointment coiling in his gut now that you've left him. Sure, he wasn't able to say much, but he really just wanted to gaze at your pretty face longer, hear more of your soothing voice that rattled his bones. And, did you really tell him to call you? Seriously? Him?? With shaky fingers, he lifts up whatever it is that you handed to him, breath hitching and eyes widening so large that they looked like they would pop out of his head. A phone number. Your phone number. Given to him. By you...

"O-Oh, shit..."

"OH SHIT IS RIGHT!!! HOW THE FLYIN' FUCK DID YOU STUTTER YOUR WAY INTO GETTIN' HER NUMBER, MATE?!"

"Oi! Shut the hell up, Ri! Clearly, the bird was just as obsessed about him as he is with her."

"Dunno, Neddy. She might have a thing for pathetic men."

"Kamala! You're supposed to be makin' him feel better, remember? Like he didn't almost fumble her just now!"

Eye twitching and hands balling into fists, he turns towards his band mates, irritation and fury shining in his eyes. Hobie was gonna murder them.

WISNSIXNJWXD BABES YOU ATE WITH THIS I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WROTE THIS IN MY ASK BOX JUST LIKE THAT

This was so fucking cute!!!!! Loser! Hobie my beloved ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Kamala is the greatest wingwoman ever!

They're right, R was just as obsessed with himas he is with her 🥰 R was so smooth with Hobie whew!

"dunno, Neddy. She might have a thing for pathetic men." BAHAHHAHAHHA THAT WAS SO MEAN BUT SO RIGHT

Get you a man who's afraid of fumbling you that his voice cracks just from your smile!

[cielles-random-vault]

brain empty just thoughts full of miguel having a soft spot for you and hobie's relationship

like if you were in different dimensions hobie would beg for miguel to let him visit you.

and if you were in the same dimension he would beg miguel to send him on missions with you

wait now i want to make it a lil fic

kind of a drabble? idk

ok afterthought this is way longer than a drabble lmao mb

word count : 561 😭

it was a peaceful day at the spidersociety's headquarters. all the anomalies you and hobie have caught while patrolling were imprisoned in their cages, you did your daily patrolling chores and now boredom seemed to have gotten the best of you.

sometimes when you're bored, you wonder what your boyfriend was doing. well, factually speaking he was not quite your boyfriend, because of his "i hate labels" stuff, but it was most likely the two of you had something

sadly you spent most of your time wondering how he was going. you couldn't communicate because your communicator broke and miguel decided hobie had to give his to you.

you know what? fuck that hierarchy thing, just because some vampire spider man didn't want you to multi dimensional travel doesn't mean you wouldn't.

you then left your small apartment and headed to the headquarters.

"don't even think of it." firmly said miguel.

"what? i didn't even say anything yet-" you say.

"your backpack. it's the one you always bring with you when i send you in missions with hobie. considering the disaster it made when i left gwen visit miles last time, i am not letting this happen a second time." he said firmly.

"please." you try to beg. "it has been weeks since you last sent us on a mission together. plus it's soon our birthday and we celebrate all of them together. please? i promise you won't hear anything from me next."

"fine" he sighed, "but only for three days."

"four days? please?" you try to negotiate.

(i don't know how to describe it but imagine him pinching his nose yknow the thing he did In the movie)

"if i let you go, will you stop harassing me ?" he asked, visibly annoyed.

"pinky promise!" you exclaim, "thank you so much!"

he then opened a portal which led you to your boyfriend's dimension. you walked a bit to the bar where he probably was, as usual.

once you arrived, riri, one of hobie's best friend, warmly greeted you.

"glad to see you around!" she says with a warm smile. "if you're here to see hobie, he's in the back!."

you then headed to the room in the back of the building. you did find him practicing with his band. taking care to not disturb them, you sat on a small table in the back of the room.

you couldn't help but admire him. despite everything he went through, he always kept going.

"hobes", said a member of the group."i think someone's waiting for you."

as soon as he noticed your face, you could see his instantly lit up.

once his practice went all smooth, the two of you headed outside. a fresh breeze greeted you as the two of you tried to catch up on the lost time.

"i can't believe miguel let you come there" he says in disbelief. "i ain't complaining though, i missed my sunshine a whole bunch" he continues before kissing you.

"i missed you too, hobie," you murmur with a soft smile.

the two of you kept wandering in the streets, talking about random things.

"you down for cuddles, sunshine?" he asked as you came back home.

the two of you sat on the floor, your head on his chest, feeling his soft heartbeat.

eventually you both drifted to sleep, his hand playing with your hair.

yoooo 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻 call me the ceo of ooc hobie atp x)

uhhh yea sorry the end is a bit rushed but 😭😭 also im in an agsty mood so i'll write smth when reader finds out hobie is cheating on them when they come to his dimension 😈😈

ALSO if you want some sleepy hobie hcs you can find them here ! :D