#posessive miles

[l0v3morales]

𝗛𝘆𝗽𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱

❁𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: (𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲?), 𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰, 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀.

❁𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗘𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝟰𝟮 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗠. 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿.

After trying to defeat the prowler, there were injuries all over your body. You quietly try to sneak back in your room, finding it harder to be quiet because of your injuries. Just as you let out a sigh of relief, your eyes scan the room only to find your boyfriend Miles, in your room waiting for you.

"𝗬/𝗡, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻?"

"Miles, I.. Why are you here?"

"Well you weren't answering my texts so I came to find you, but you were 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦."

"Miles, I'm sorry, but I really can't tell you."

"Why you cheat-... ma, what the hell happened to you? 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂?"

His eyes widen and his voice is shaky after he notices your injuries. He steps towards you, scanning your injuries. You could tell he was pissed, now that he saw your injuries you knew there was no getting out of this. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

"Miles, you promise not to get mad?"

"Can't promise that, ma. But I can promise, 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁."

"𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿-𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻."

His eyes go wide, he knew this wasn't good. As the prowler, he knew what Kingpin would do to you if he found out you were Spider-woman.

"Miles... Please don't be mad." Your voice was shaky, tears threatened to spill. Was he mad at you for hiding this from him for so long?

"I- No, this is great, princesa. 𝘔𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺, just be safe, alright?" His heart drops, he wraps his arms around you, a sincere look of guilt of his face.

You decide to just go to sleep and Miles sleeps with you, arms wrapped around you. 𝗛𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼.

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀. You suddenly freeze up, you start to panic as you realize your tied up. Your eyes scan the room, you quickly recognize where you are. Miles' Uncle's place, but why? You suddenly see a purple flash. The prowler. Why was the prowler here, had he done something with Miles?

"I'm sorry, princesa. I really had no choice. If Kingpin found out your identity, 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶!" Suddenly, the mask reveals the person behind the mask. 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀. The boy you loved, trusted, and gave your everything to.

You can't speak because your mouth is tied up, you wanted to scream at him, wanted him to tell him he loves you and that this is all a joke. It all hurts so much, the person you loved most 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 you.

You don't fight back because you know there's nothing you can do, you simply just accept it. Miles notices this, the look in his face is hurt and guilt. You only make this harder for him, after all he still loved you.

He pauses a moment, before slowly inching towards you. Just as he opens his mouth to say something, you break free. You didn't have any plans to kill him, let alone hurt him. You knew it was the best idea but you didn't have it in you, 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲.

"Wait, mi vida! Please don't leave me, Kingpin would kill spider-woman, you! I just can't loose you- mi amor, i'm sorry I had to.." You just freeze in place, speechless. Everything was happening so fast, for the both of you. You knew Miles only wanted to protect you, but what he did was still wrong.

Miles looks at you, his gaze softens. "Mi amor, I promise i'd never hurt you, I'm only trying to keep you safe! You just can't... Please don't leave me, mi amor."

"Miles, I.. I'm not gonna hurt you but, we can't be together anymore. I'm spider-woman and your the prowler. Don't forget Miles, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲."

"No, no, no. Amor, I'm truly sorry! I was scared.. I just panicked and tied you up, I'm only trying to keep you safe!"

"Miles, I don't know if I can ever trust you again. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘳?"

"I did it for my dad.. Mi vida I'm sorry, I know it's not the right way. But they 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 him! I couldn't let them get away with it, ma. Please tell me you understand, muñeca."

"I understand what you're thinking Miles, but it's still wrong! Miles, we really can't be together.. This is wrong."

"You can't leave me, I'm sorry, mi amor. But I can't have that, you're 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝗡𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂." He steps closer to you, cupping your cheek and the other hand around your waist as he closes the gap, kissing you.

"𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝗺𝘂𝗻̃𝗲𝗰𝗮." You can't bring yourself to pull away, you feel like your in a trance. His hands slip under your shirt, before unclipping your bra. He picks you up, and places you gently on the couch.

"𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝗺𝗶 𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗿."

#miles morales #miles morales earth 42 #miles x reader #miles x y/n #miles x you #the avengers #aesthetic #ao3 #writers #angst #posessive #posessive miles #yandere miles morales #toxic miles morales #spider woman #miles x spider-woman reader

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

Spider in custody: thinks about Jake for 0.0001 sec

Quaritch asf:

(Fanfic by @ao3gobi17 )

#had to make a meme after that last chapter #like DAMN #That man is POSESSIVE #Like clam tf down your son was just trying to be a good person to that man #STOP TRYING TO PLOT HIS MURDER #avatar spider #spider socorro #avatar 2 #avatar way of water #avatar #avatar quaritch #atwow #atwow spider #spider atwow #spider soccoro #avatar headcanons #spider avatar #miles quaritch #recom quaritch

[strawcherrysorbet]

H..........mmmng.....

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#miles mumbles #sorry i am getting posessed

[luvjunie]

— matching nails

pairing: e-42!miles x fem!reader

summary: you ask miles if the two of you can paint your nails a matching color. wc: 476

contains: fluff, slightly posessive!miles

word bank: “princesa” - princess

you’re seated sideways in your boyfriend’s lap with your legs hung over his, trying— and failing to convince him to participate in a cute couple’s idea you found on tiktok.

“hell no.” the rejection comes even faster than you’d expected, a glum frown turning the corners of your lips downwards. you pout up at miles disappointedly, who is somehow still unmoved by your used-to-be undefeated persuasion tactic.

“but-“ you start.

“nah, no way princesa.” he interjected firmly, his fingers warm where they rested, curled over the skin of your exposed waist just beneath the hem of your crop top. “trippin’.” his chuckle lacked a single shred of humor.

you huffed, arms crossing and eyes rolling. “it’s just nail polish, miles, it’s not that big of a deal. you don’t wanna match with me?”

“shit, we can match some jordan’s. just lemme know what pair you want.” he snorted, finding your little tantrum adorable.

he obviously wasn’t taking you or your idea seriously, so you simply shrugged your shoulders and sighed dramatically. “fine, i’ll just ask someone else to do it with me then.” you mumbled, moving to stand up as you reached towards the desk for your phone.

“who?” his brow quirked, the vagueness of your statement piquing his interest almost instantly.

“chris.” you stated casually, his hand dragging down your hip as you moved out of reach.

“chris?” he parroted, the sound of the name drawn out in disbelief as it expelled from his mouth. the drastic change in his expression paired with the incredulous tone of his voice was comical, and you had to restrain yourself from laughing at his reaction to the mention of your made-up-guy-friend. “who the hell is chris?” his two braids draped over his shoulders when he sat up, forearms perched on his basketball short-clad thighs as he suspiciously watched you unlock your phone without answering him.

he kissed his teeth and impatiently leaned forward, his pointer finger hooking onto the belt loop of your jean shorts to swiftly yank you back over to him. with a squeal you stumbled back into his lap, your phone snatched from you at the speed of light and tossed over onto your bed a few feet away, your mouth slightly agape and hands still in the shape of what they were previously holding.

“you play too damn much.” his voice was low, brooding as he stared daggers into your eyes. “so who’s your lil’ friend? chris, right? he go to your school? you never mentioned him to me before.” once the questions started coming and his head tilted to the side with that familiar glint in his eye, you knew better than to keep the gag going, even if it was fun to see him squirm.

you shifted in his lap as your legs swung back and forth, an attempt to distract him from the playful smirk that threatened to expose itself on your expression, but he saw it anyway as you quickly shook your head. “no, baby, i was just kidding.”

“aw yeah, that’s what i thought.” he huffed out what was meant to be a laugh, sizing you up with a brief warning glance. you could tell he was thinking it over, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek when he glanced away, and a smile slowly grew on your face as he exhaled a heavy sigh. you always got what you wanted.

“show me the color you want us to do, mama.”

— extra scene

a/n: nah cause just imagine miles leaving with his uncle for a job, and as he goes to slide his mechanical gauntlet on, Aaron catches a glimpse of his nails and is like ??? 😭 imagine getting your ass handed to you by the prowler and bro has hearts painted on his nails

“hold on, lemme see your hand.”

it’s not like he had a choice, seeing as his uncle was already reaching for his wrist. miles wanted to stop him, but he knew it was no use, his hand limp in his uncle’s hold as it was pulled forward and brought closer for inspection.

“the hell you got your nails painted for, man?your girl made you do this or sum?” with an eyebrow raised he studied his nephew’s camouflaged expression, laughter tumbling from his lips when the boy grumbled a quiet ‘chill’, snatched his arm back and let his mask close over his face to hide the subtle tint of embarrassment blossoming on his cheeks.

- please do not copy, plagiarize, or repost my works to other platforms.

likes, comments, and reblogs are very appreciated!

#across the spiderverse #prowler miles fanfic #42 miles morales #prowler miles #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles fluff #miles morales fanfiction #miles x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles g morales #spiderman astv

[sunaluv]

EARTH-42!MILES RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS

EARTH-42!MILES has a polaroid of the two of you in the back of his phone case. becasue of safety stuff, your face is hidden in his neck.

EARTH-42!MILES who is thankful you let him be emotional around him. before he met you, he didn't know how to express himself properly, which led him to bottling up his emotions a lot. the first time he got emotional around you he felt a little embarassed, but when you encouraged him to tell you how he felt, it was like you broke the dam and everything that was piling up in his mind finally broke loose.

EARTH-42!MILES whose love language is gift giving and quality time. his schedule in unpredictable so he really values the time yall spend together. its often spent wandering around town, buying whatever you want, getting your nails done, all that.

EARTH-42!MILES who sneaks in through your window when your parents are sleeping or out of the house just to lay with you. you felt a weight drop on you before the familiar arms of your boyfriend circle around your waist. you gently scratched his back with your new nails he paid for until his breathing was rhythmic.

EARTH-42!MILES who pulls you back into his chest by the loops of your jeans when you try to leave him. he mostly does this when your all sulky at him. you try to put distance between you two but got less than 4 steps in before you're being tugged back by your belt loop, crashing into his chest.

EARTH-42!MILES is very posessive over you. you're a looker and you both know that so its expected for people to gain the confidence to talk to you. though, confidence can only do so much when your boyfriend is stood behind you, hands interlocked on your lower stomach watching with deadpan eyes as the guy before you flirts with you.

EARTH-42!MILES is very observant. he knows when your happy, when your upset and when your hurting. sometimes he knows you dont want to talk, and he respects that, wordlessly bringing you into his warm embrace and rubbing small circles into your back, whispering gentle words of affirmation.

EARTH-42!MILES thinks you're the best thing that has happened to him and plans to keep you around forever.

#miles x reader #miles morales x reader #atsv x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #atsv miles

[fbfh]

Jacob Black x mate/imprint!reader first rut hcs

wc: 1.9k

genre: smut, tooth rotting fluff, werewolf heat/monsterfucking ig

pairing: Jacob x imprint!reader (afab, no pronouns)

warnings: general werewolfy stuff, awkward heat/rut talks, BIGASS breeding king, Jake can smell when you're ovulating, Jake is posessive and clingy and adorable and hot, knots, oral (reader recieving), face down ass up position, biting and hickeys, scenting, a ton of creampies, cum plugging, growling/primal kink??, aftercare

summary: Jacob is the best boyfriend you've ever had, so when he tells you there's a little problem he's going to need help with soon, you're more than happy to help him out with it

a/n: starting to write my first actual original book today and I am so stoaked!!!!!! wish me luck uwu I think yall are really really gonna like it and I'm super excited ksflkjslkjs

also I'm adding people who asked to be tagged for a/b/o and omegaverse content bc it's in the same ballpark imo

tags @yesv01 @magcon7280 @yelenabel0vaswife @lizziebitch33  @sunshineangel-reads @inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 @demirunner @almostjollypizza @fictionalcomfortss @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @urmum-xoxo @raajali3 @Ronnasey @lubsana @demirunner @legramilis  @girlfriendwhoseawitch

As with all nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+

That being said, let’s get into it 

Bc oh BOY is this one a doozy

You and Jake fell in love at first sight

You met by chance

He helped you when you had car trouble and the chemistry was instant and the rest was history

What actually happened is that Jake could smell you from like a full mile away

He was so drawn to you

Then he could smell you starting to panic, and he knew he had to make sure you were okay

So he appeared out of nowhere in his human form right when you needed him most

You were so relieved that someone was there to help you, especially someone so good with cars

And especially especially someone so hot and friendly and charismatic and attentive

From jump street, Jake obviously liked you a lot

So you couldn’t turn down his offers to get coffee and lunch and show you around town

He was relieved you didn’t turn him down either, because what you saw as Jake flirting with you was actually him imprinting on you

You’re not a wolf

You’re not aware of the supernatural world at all, as far as he knows

So he’s basically just been spending as much time as he possibly can with you

Imprint bonds are strong as fuck 

So for both physiological and psychological AND emotional reasons

He needs to spend as much time with you as possible 

And you want to spend time with him too

Not to the wolf extent

But still

There’s only one problem

You’ve been together for three amazing whirlwind weeks

And you already feel like you’ve known each other for your whole lives

He can tell that even though you’re not a wolf, you can feel the bond between you too

You might not know what it is, but you know that it’s there

Everything is happening so fast, but it doesn’t give you a bad gut feeling

Or any red flags

Like anywhere

You’re starting to wonder if maybe this is the true love fairytale romance you had always hoped for

That maybe soulmates are real

And you found yours

And Jacob feels  the exact same way

He’s given it a lot of thought, and he really believes that even if he hadn’t imprinted he would still like you more than he’s liked anyone before

He could go on for days about how amazing you are, and he’s determined not to let anything come between you

Not to let anything sabotage this beautiful love, this bond between you

But the only problem is that the full moon is getting closer and closer

And it’s the first full moon since he imprinted on you

Not all imprints are romantic in nature, but this one definitely is

Which means now since he has a mate, he’s going to start getting his rut

And he has to spend it with you, which means he has to explain it to you

Which means it’s finally time for the most awkward conversation of his life

He’s not scared to tell you he’s a werewolf

But he is scared to tell you that you’re starting to smell so good he gets hard when you’re not even in the room

That his feral wolf brain is taking over, and all he’s been able to think about for the last 48 hours is filling you up

Stuffing you full of his seed and knotting you nice and tight to keep it all in place while he gets you irrefutably pregnant, all nice and full and round with a big litter of pups

And it’s getting worse 

His thoughts are straying more and he knows he’s running out of time to explain that he’s either going to need to be chained to a tree or inside of you for anywhere from 24 to 96 hours

And since it’s his first rut since finding you, it’s almost definitely going to be longer, closer to four days than not

He’s over at your place like he has been for the last week or so, and he decides to talk to you about it when 

He thinks he can handle this

He totally thinks he can handle this

Then you step out of the shower, and you smell all sweet and fresh and extra you 

He sighs wistfully, realizing how much harder this is going to be 

“C’mere for a sec, I want to talk to you…” 

He trails off, pulling you onto his lap

He can sense that you’re worried, that you want to make sure he’s okay

And it makes him blush

He giggles, burying his face in your neck for a moment

You’re worried about him

Eventually he bites the bullet and confesses everything

You actually take it surprisingly well

He can tell you don’t fully believe him yet, but you don’t seem freaked out

“There is… one other thing…” 

He manages to get through the mates and heats and ruts talk without dying of embarrassment 

But he does start to get distracted part of the way through

Like really distracted

He snaps out of it for a few moments when he trails off after part of an explanation, and you chuckle, resting your hand on his cheek

“Even if you weren’t a werewolf, I would still be down to spend all weekend together.” 

His stomach flips as he realizes what you’re saying

“So-”

“I’d be happy to help you through your heat or rut or whatever it’s called.” 

His stomach flips when you say that

He genuinely didn't think he could get more attracted to you, then you say that

And then, something else happens

“I’m so glad!” he smiles, beginning to ramble again, “and if you want to stop, or if I’m too rough, or if it’s too much, just tell me to, uh…” 

You’re already agreeing, and promise you will as he tries to regain his train of thought

His eyes get kind of distracted, and he leans closer to you, sniffing

He buries his face in your neck and takes a few big, deep breaths

It makes you giggle until he pulls away and looks at you more intensely than he ever has 

His pupils are dilated and he’s laser focused on you

“Are you ovulating?” 

You check your cycle tracking app and yeah

Yeah you’re supposed to be ovulating today

He sniffs you again, shoving his face into your neck

His grip on your waist gets tighter and you can feel him getting hard below you

Your eyes widen when it just keeps growing and growing

He pants against your neck, breathing in your scent and starting to grind against you, moving your hips against his

You lose yourself for a moment before remembering what he asked you a moment ago

“Wait- how did you know that?” 

“Could smell it,” he mutters into your skin, rocking your hips harder against his and growling into your ear

“I… I think it’s starting, I need- I need to… I need to get you out of these clothes.” 

He picks you up and tears your pajamas off in a blur

He carries you into your bedroom, laying you face down on your soft duvet

His breath is heavy he manhandles you into a more comfortable position, and you can hear him tearing his clothes off behind you just as quick

His big hands grab your hips, finally pulling down your panties

They stick to your soaked cunt, and send a fresh wave of your pheromones swirling intoxicatingly through the air around him

You hear him let out a shuddering sigh, then suddenly feel warm breath against your soft folds

You let out a noise as he licks you, nuzzling into your cunt, before pulling back and spitting on it

He pokes and prods you with his tongue, working it further inside you as his fingers come up to play with your clit

Werewolf saliva has healing properties and can increase elasticity during heats and ruts, so it’s a pretty common practice

His hands and mouth feel so good, you’re not complaining

He makes you cum twice on his tongue before deciding you’re stretched out enough to take him

You feel him move behind you and grab your hips, pulling them back to meet his

This energy (it’s the horny wojak thinking about getting railed meme)

His breathing is heavy as he pushes in slowly

“Tell me if it’s too much. Promise you’ll tell me angel, okay?” 

You nod and manage to choke out that you will

Once you do that, it’s game over

The last amounts of self restraint Jacob possessed fade away as he completely loses himself in you

He starts thrusting into you at a brutal pace

He manhandles you, moving your body and positioning you closer to him

The next two or three days are going to be a hazy blur of cum and love bites and feeling the bulge of his knot and cock in your stomach

That’s all you’ll really be able to remember in your fucked out state

When he goes into heat, he’s already gonna be really fucking feral and primal

But when he goes into heat with you for the first time????

Oh my fucking god

It really is a good think werewolf spit can stretch you out, bc there’s no way you’d be able to take his cock, much less his knot otherwise

He grabs onto you so tight and possessive, completely pinning you down with his body weight

You could not wiggle out of his grip if you tried

He makes you cum two or three times in the first few minutes, so you know this is going to be a long, overstimulating night

But GOD everything he does feels so overwhelmingly good

He bites your neck, licking and rubbing against you to scent you even more aggressively

So expect to be covered in hickeys and love bites too

Oh my god the noises this man makes?????? 

Jesus fucking christ

Moaning, panting, growling right in your ear

You can’t get enough

Because you’re extra stretchy from his prep, the stretch of his knot filling you up more than you could imagine feels so incredible

He’s probably going to knot you at least twice before you’re both ready to pass out

Once you’re a quivering fucked out mess that’s literally dripping cum out of you, he’ll pull out very reluctantly 

Then you hear a drawer open, and he grabs something

He pushes a toy inside you to keep as much of his cum in there as possible while he goes to get you guys water and snacks

Once he’s back he’ll absolutely feed you

He’s overwhelmed with instincts to take care of you, so of course he’s going to feed you

One thing about Jacob is he will keep you fed and bred 

And you really can’t complain

He’s so loving and attentive and speaks to you so sweetly, peppering kisses across your face and telling you how good you’re doing

After that he’ll take the toy out and slide himself back in 

Then pull you into his warm chest for the coziest heaviest most sticky restful nap you’ve ever taken in your entire life

Once you’re both up later, expect to do the whole thing over again

And again, and again

Cause that’s pretty much all you’ll be doing for the next three days

And you can promise this is not the last rut you’ll help him out with

#jacob black #jacob black x reader #jacob black smut #jacob black headcanons #twilight #twilight x reader #twilight smut #twilight headcanons

[rosewould]

pit stop; cyj

🖊️⇝ pairing; afab, blk!reader x yeonjun

🖊️⇝ word count; 8.3k

🖊️⇝ genre; friends 2 lovers, smut, fluff, & light angst

🖊️⇝synopsis; you should probably buy a lottery ticket with how luck you are when it comes to running into celebrities... despite just moving to a new country

🖊️⇝ warnings; very cliche "forbidden love w/ an idol" trope, end is unedited, mc thirsting heavily for mingi, heat of the moment sex, PIV, unprotected sex (mc is on bc), creampie, squirting, cum eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, slight posessiveness, mc has faux locs at one point

📜⇝ HAPPY BHM!!!!! Would you believe me if I said I started this last BHM? :D Anyways if you're not a black woman you should still read this because it slaps. It would've been even better if I managed to post during valentine's day too.

There are many things that can go wrong in a foreign country all on your own, but for your own health, you push them to the wayside. Maybe you pushed them too far because now you’re stranded with a flat tire miles away from where you’ll be staying. It’s only your first day and you already managed to fuck it up. You have to commend your ability to surprise yourself even after all these years.

You don’t have a local SIM card and your phone is completely off. You should’ve listened to the internet when they gave you a long list of how to prepare your phone when moving abroad. Now it’s useless. You laugh humorlessly as the odds continue to stack against you. Do people stop for hitchhikers in Korea?

You try anyway, you know enough Korean to give them an idea of how to help you. Many cars slow down but zero cars stop. Some even roll down their windows to stare into your eyes as they leave you stranded. You don’t have proof, but you swear one of them took a picture. You can’t be appalled by their actions, it’s not like you came from the most friendly country anyway.

“Come on, people. Just a little slack. Cut me just a little.” You murmur desperately, forcing a strained smile as you wave down another car. It’s another window roller that leaves you behind. You suppose it must be a strange sight. And maybe they’re worried you don’t speak Korean. There you go again, waving any worrying conclusions away. Don’t wanna prove your family right.

Then comes yet another car slowing down. Except, this one is slowing to a stop. It’s a flashy car, much flashier than anything you’ve seen thus far. You don’t know much about cars, but you know the person you see once the window rolls down must be well off. He peeks at you with intrigue and a bit of amusement, his sly vibe fitting for his fox-like features.

“Need help?”

You nearly collapse to your knees in relief. Not only is he stopping to help you but he can speak English so you don’t have to embarrass yourself. “Yes! My car has a flat. My phone doesn’t work, I just need car… service… people.” God, can you speak English? You’re already huffing, looking really weird to this handsome rich man and the other handsome rich man in the passenger seat. 

“Are you a MOA?” Yet another man pokes his head out from the backseat to peek at you. His eyes are critical despite their roundness. He raises his eyebrows in a way that makes you think there’s a wrong answer. Your brain is already overworked for the day so you answer honestly. “I’m sorry, I have no clue what that is.”

Assuming you can’t understand, he mumbles “leave her” in Korean and slinks back into the backseat. 

“I’ll call the car service people for you.” The driver smirks and you can tell he’s making fun of you. You just force a smile and thank the man before retreating back into your car. Shut inside the one space familiar to you feels like finally getting a moment to breathe and reflect. This is just a little hiccup. Soon you’ll be at your new home and next week you’ll be working again. 

You were consumed in a book whenever help arrives, and lifting your head, you notice that flashy car is still there.

Luckily enough, the maintenance truck had an inflated spare available and you were on your way, but not before thanking the driver. As you approach he rolls the window down again before leaning his arm on the door.

“Thank you so much, I’m not sure how long I would’ve been out here if you didn’t help me.” You sigh. You weren’t sure what you could offer him to express your gratitude, you were pretty useless as of now. 

“It’s no problem. The least I can ask for is that you don’t tell anyone you saw us here.”

You have trouble keeping a smile on your face as a hint of dread sets in. Why wouldn’t they be allowed in the countryside? Were they criminals? Is this a common location for crime?

“I know you don’t know us yet, but in case you find out from the internet, just keep this between us.”

You did not find out from the internet. You found out eight days later when you saw a cardboard cut out of the driver in the mall. Holding up a makeup product he didn’t need with a smile that almost hides the eternal mischief hidden in his expression both times you’ve seen him. This whole time you thought they were notorious criminals and you were going to get booked before you even stepped foot at home. But no, the nice car was from them being idols, not criminals.

Maybe you were a bit in the dark about k-pop idols, but why weren’t they allowed to drive around? You hold that thought, possibly forever because you had just experienced a pretty rare occurrence so early into your move.  

-🖊️⇝

Tonight was your first office party since your move. Your boss saved up to rent out a hotel venue and even scored you and your coworkers rooms for the night. Less risky without the threat of drunk driving or getting kidnapped you guess.

“I could only book the ballroom today, so I’m sorry but you can’t wander around. You can only go in this room and the floor where your rooms are located. There’s a celebrity staying here and the hotel is pretty much on lockdown.”

Your coworkers immediately get to gossiping about who’s here and all you can do is marvel at the odds. There was no way you’d be meeting another celebrity. The odds are even more unfathomable than you previously thought. You break the rules on accident, drunkenly tapping the wrong floor number. Your eyes are closed when you stumble out and run into someone tall. 

“Um, this floor is… off limits.” The man grabs you by your shoulders and holds you at arm's length. Your head lolls back and you get a good look at the guy and he, in turn, gets a glimpse of you. His jaw drops open and he looks over to the other men behind him. Your brain had been too debilitated to translate Korean. 

“Hey! Are you that girl? Flat tire?” A familiar voice rings out and snaps you from your daze and you attempt to hold your head up straight. “Yeah! Car service people!” The driver whose name you’re sure starts with a Y says excitedly. Again with the mischief, sticking its pesky little head out more confidently with the teasing nickname.

“No way it’s you guys again.” You chuckle drowsily.

“Yes way!” The blond man lets go of your shoulders.

“Are you a MOA yet?” It was the one from the backseat asking the same question yet again. It completely slipped your mind to figure out what that meant.

“I still have no idea what that is.” You flash a tight smile as he narrows his eyes at you. One of the two you haven’t spoken to yet says something frantically to the others in Korean before they all turn to look at you. 

“Hey… do you want some water?” Y approaches you, speaking almost like he’s about to sell you something. Your eyes roll back, your urge to rest almost winning the fight.

“I want to go to sleep.”

“Let’s get you some water!” The blond one says enthusiastically before ushering you into a door down the hall. They talk to each other as you gulp down a cold bottle of water, slumped in the living chair they frantically cleared for you. This would help with your hangover tomorrow anyway. After they deliberate with themselves Y turns to you.

“Is your party still happening?” He kneels before you, talking to you like a lost child.

“Yeah, I left early.”

“Great! We were gonna sneak down there ourselves, but you going back would be easier.”

“You want me to go back?” You barely swallow your water before you ask. “Yeah. All we were given was fruit. We can’t survive on fruit and the food smells so good.” He pleads with his eyes before the blond chips in. 

“Please? We’re hungry.”

Downing your second bottle, you look at them warily as your mind sobers up. “You guys are famous. Can’t you just get room service?”

“No, we’re banned from it. They told the hotel not to serve us.” The black-haired one who looks to be the tallest or close to it pipes in. Much too massive for his youthful vibe.

You look at each pair of puppy eyes incredulously. “So they’re starving you?”

Yeonjun is quick to clear the air, starting to explain again that they had fruit before Mr. MOA interrupts him. “Yes!! We’re starving!” His whining is cut off by the blond scolding him.

“What are your names?” You ask once you realize you have no idea. 

You learn each of their names and each of the food items they want brought to them. You have five styrofoam containers filled to the brim in both arms as you board the elevator. You’re aware they’re exaggerating, but concern for them still flares up. They were pretty thin, and you’ve heard whispers of their insane diets. But you do what you do best. They seem fine, and they wouldn’t have the energy they’re exhibiting currently if something was wrong.

Thankfully, no one was on there with you. That is, until you see that someone had pressed the button from your floor. You stand there awkwardly as your coworker looks at you like you have five heads. Then he sees that you’ve pressed the button for a forbidden floor.

“K-pop fan?”

You sigh, shifting the containers in your hands. “No. I’m acting as a food delivery service.”

“Ah.” He doesn’t press you, nor will he say anything. None of your coworkers are the type. The idols are waiting impatiently by the elevator when the door opens, hurriedly unloading each container.

How you ended up with five grown men in your hotel room was really a blur. Apparently their manager might walk in and bust them if they stay in their room. “We’ll be quick!” They promised.

Now Beomgyu and Kai are napping on your bed while you lean against the wall. Yeonjun’s eating whatever is left over in the living chair in the corner, smiling happily at you. 

“I love you. I could kiss you.” He manages with his cheeks full of food. 

You give him a tight smile, familiar with his habitual attempts to fluster you by now. “That’s not necessary. Your manager is probably looking for you guys.”

“Nah. We’re allowed to wander around as long as we’re in our room before 1 am. Today was our last day.” You chew on his words as he chews on the remnants of his food. He swallows hard, forcing what seems to be a painfully large chunk of food down his throat. Food seems to placate his teasing disposition, a thought that makes you cover your mouth to conceal your smirk. It takes a moment for him to recuperate before he speaks again.

"What do you wanna do right now?" He narrows his eyes, pointing his plastic cutlery at you.

You’re not sure what he means exactly, even after taking a moment to let your eyes flit around the room. So you do what you usually do, shrug and be honest. "Around this time I'd be playing some game until my eyes are painfully dry."

He halts mid container disposal to peer at you excitedly. "You play video games? Which ones?"

Finally, something you were a natural at talking about. "I like games like Minecraft or Rust, but I dabble in FPS games too-" You get caught up in one of your favorite conversation topics, surprised when Yeonjun dumps his trash quickly before marching over to you and taking your hands.

"Oh please tell me you play Valorant."

"Yeah, like I said, I dabble-"

"Okay, I'm really gonna kiss you."

“Don’t you dare-” Your words are cut off by a chaotic mixture of a gasp and laugh when he pokes his lips out, leaning in slowly. He unpuckers his lips and they settle into a smirk. The realization of how close you are to each other sets in and brings about a strong flow of energy between you two. You shake his hands off yours and shove him away, forcibly resuming your playful aura. He laughs, widening his eyes once it dies down.

“Oh, I cannot wait to kick your ass.” He points, eyes posing as a warning. You huff as you pick up a towel. You sling it over your shoulder before raising your eyebrows at him. “Is that a bet or a promise?” 

And to think if your office party was planned even a day later, you would’ve probably never seen them again. Yeonjun nabs your phone while you were in the bathroom, sticking his number in there. The first important milestone of your relationship with the boys was being added to their group chat. Then you visited their dorms and them, your apartment. You weren’t aware of the transition, you just looked up and it felt natural to be around each other.

“___’s on!” Yeonjun cheers through your headset. He pauses once you turn on your webcam. “You found a hairstylist?”

“Yeah. Turns out there are black ones here. I never knew.” You reply, half paying attention as you adjust your camera.

“I know there’s a Korean name for that style but I feel like it’s… not correct. What’s it called in English?”

“Locs! Do you like ‘em?” You comb your fingers through each loc, careful not to tug at your tender scalp. “They fit you so well I forgot how you looked before.” He says as if he’s shocked by his own accuracy.

“You’re so right. I should’ve popped out the womb with locs.” You chuckle to yourself, unable to stop playing with your hair. Yeonjun has that look on his face like he’s about to smart-mouth you. “Locs and not wounding your own teammates would’ve been really handy.” He tries to quip quickly in an attempt to fly under your radar.

Your smile is immediately wiped off your face. “It was an off day for me, how many times do we have to go over this?”

“Next time your favorite character dies don’t come online.”

“I knew I should’ve hung out with Taehyun today.” You transition from excitement to insults like it's nothing. These boys definitely make it easy.

“Yeah, whatever. Are you coming to Mingi’s party next week or do you have work.” He says as if the word itself affronted him. New names were constantly thrown at you. You took a break from researching and watching videos because it was just too much. 

“Why are you always so offended by my job? And I’ll see if I can make it.”

It makes it even harder to consume content about these idols when you think of what they go through. From these five alone, you can tell how hungry these idols are to be in this position. They put up with so much and you can’t help thinking their companies take advantage of that.

“You know, you never told me why you weren’t allowed to drive around the day we met.”

An effortless transition is made again as Yeonjun sets aside his teasing. “We have a lot of rules. Like, a lot. It’s no problem, we all knew what we were signing up for pretty much. It feels kinda pointless to go through all that work just to get in trouble, so we hold each other accountable.”

“I’m guessing that’s not counting the hotel food heist?” You bring up with a snort. It feels a little silly to make an exception for food.

“That was a small rule, and we just finished the final concert of a very tiring tour. The day we met I rented a car after a full month of grueling practice hours with little to no sleep. We were hysterical. So we took a ride.”

The boys seem alright. They’re full of life most days and with no context, you would have no idea what they’re going through. He informs you that this party is another one of those exceptions. There are secret parties thrown constantly but it was reckless to go without thorough planning. You like the thought of them getting a proper break and they really want you to come, so you do what you never do: call in fake sick to work.

But not before attempting a little research. Perhaps a different approach would help. You’re picking at scraps since you only have one internet friend who likes kpop. What if they never heard of him?

___: Y’all who is Mingi

You sent out the tweet before you went to sleep. You had just gotten your ass handed to you on Valorant so you didn’t feel like being let down that same night. You woke up to more notifications you’ve seen on all your social media accounts combined.

mingitzsong: you mean our lightskin king Malik???

That was not the tweet you expected from your friend, not by a long shot. Nor were you expecting the “my moot has a hit tweet!” DM.

Your notifications were flooded with fancams, edits, pictures– is that a video of him grabbing his…?

It was too early and you had gone too long without being satisfied by another person so this was all going to your head. You couldn’t tell if you were a stan now or just horny. You wanted him on your wall… or inside you. 

So maybe that was the real reason you were okay with lying to your boss, but it was much more touching to say it was to please your friends. 

-🖊️⇝

You enter the function excited to see the guys. Mingi too, but you were trying to seem less eager about that. You find the two youngest members first talking to a group of unfamiliar people. You try to sneak past, intending to say hi when there weren’t people to be introduced to. But alas, they saw you and you met a few idols their age. Then you run into Soobin coming out of the bathroom. “You made it!” His excited smile was ten times cuter when he was tipsy. He pulls you into a big tight hug and it’s so unlike him. He seemed to have an aversion to touching anyone when it wasn’t necessary. Drunk Soobin was unbearably adorable and it took everything in you to not stay with him and pinch his cheeks. But you needed to find the other members.

The club Mingi rented out is not ideal for finding friends. There are two floors and this is your third time walking down the stairs. You haven’t even seen the host himself yet. With his height, it shouldn’t be easy to miss him. As you walk past the large dance floor you become privy to the reason you haven’t found them. Your head naturally lowers, your eyes automatically avoiding the dancing bodies. It wasn’t your fault, your tendency to avoid large groups of people is written deep inside your DNA. It was time to stop beating around the bush, so you enter the group of dancing bodies. 

It felt like miles of grazing people despite trying your best to shrink into yourself. In the heart of the group were the three you were looking for. They were lost in the music and possibly a bit drunk. Yeonjun casts a glance to see who was approaching before wordlessly holding out his hand. You accept with exaggerated confidence, fake it ‘til you make it. It was easier than you thought to dance smack dab in the middle of the dance floor. Your focus had been locked on the tall man before you, your body on autopilot as it sways to the music. He guides you closer by your hand with undoubtedly genuine confidence sewn into his smirk. You find yourself naturally smiling, unable to shake the shyness that overcomes you. He was doing it again, but this time you took the bait and let yourself be reeled up to shore. Forced out of your comfort zone, but you couldn’t find it in you to complain.

“Who is that?” You hear a deep masculine voice say to your left. Your eyes stay glued to Yeonjun like you’re physically unable to look away, and you swear he’s having the same problem. But you eventually do. Mingi is still looking at Beomgyu until he answers, only then does he grace you with eye contact. The wind is pulled from your lungs as you gasp. You were too distracted by Yeonjun to fully bask in his glory.

“Well. Here he is in person.” Yeonjun fails to pull your attention away even when he rests his hand on your shoulder. “This is ___.”

Mingi makes a sound of understanding, nodding as he not so subtly rakes his eyes up and down your body. It takes everything in you not to shiver. He repeats your name with a small smile that makes your heart skip rope. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” He bows slightly before rising with his cheeks squinting his eyes. “I’m a rapper, my group is called ATEEZ.” 

I know, you’re tempted to say. “It’s nice to meet you, too.” You bow back, restraining the locs that fall over your eyes. 

“You’re… very beautiful.” His eyes fall again, taking their time coming back to your face before flashing a seductive smirk. You bite your lip, acute amounts of shame stirring with the arousal in your belly as the tension thickens in such a public space.

The members of TXT are long forgotten as you’re sat at the bar with the handsome Mingi. You talk for hours, though it’s mostly flirting and subtle invitations. As much as you can communicate with your limited Korean. You’re glad it’s gotten good enough that you can understand what he tells you next. According to Mingi, there are no restrictions in his company when it comes to doing… it. If they’re of age, they can do whoever they want to their heart’s content. As long as they’re not reckless. TXT has to plan in advance for your visits and they have three emergency escape or hide strategies just in case. That’s just for being seen with you.

There’s heat brewing between your legs. You’d be a huge liar if you said being around handsome men that you couldn’t think about touching wasn’t slightly torturous. Not even a little tipsy quicky you could pretend didn’t happen. No kissing. Hugging was even a stretch. Even if there’s a fuckload of chemistry, gotta ignore it. But this man, the same one you’ve been fantasizing about, can touch you in ways that has heat traveling throughout your entire body.

“What do you think?” He asks with a raise of his eyebrows. You agree in a way you hope doesn’t seem desperate, but in the end who cares? Not you when he leans closer, taking a moment to take in a quick breath before closing the distance. Butterflies swirl and thrash in your stomach as excitement takes over. It’s your fault the kiss escalates but you still can’t care about shame when your dreams are coming true. 

His tongue feels like heaven against yours, sinfully wet to the point where you can’t help thinking of it somewhere else. He inhales deeply through his nose and you can feel the ensuing groan in your spine.

A frantic voice pulls the two of you apart, someone talking about an emergency. He and Mingi share an exchange before Mingi looks back at you. He sighs disappointedly. “Ah, I’m sorry. Maybe next time.” He winks before being whisked away, vanishing like he did every morning when your sweet dreams slip between your fingers.

You and Yeonjun don’t see each other for the rest of the party, you stay at the bar to sulk. Yeonjun was buzzing after the brief dance you shared. Your hand was so soft, and the way you looked at him… he’d never seen that from you before. If no one had taken your attention he doesn’t know what might’ve happened. He shakes the thought away as if it were a physical intrusion. 

When you kept asking about Mingi before the party, Yeonjun thought nothing of it. You were basically clueless about the industry and he was happy to fill you in. But the way you looked at him, sure it wasn’t as loaded or intimate (or unprovocative) but you looked starstruck. It would sting a little if you didn’t become a fan from their music but from someone else’s.

Yeonjun’s body had become entirely tense, unable to dance in a carefree way after you took over his mind. There was a whole lot of conflict going on in his brain but not a lot of solutions. What does it matter? It’s not like you’re gonna stop being friends with them. You’ve given their home life a level of excitement and joy that it hasn’t reached before, and they didn’t have to train for months to receive it. All Yeonjun had to do was kick back, look over with a smile to see that you’re smiling back. 

The next time you see each other is outside the club next to their van. “Hey, you disappeared.” Yeonjun shoves his hands in his pockets before nudging you with his elbow. You glance up at him, but it’s like your neck’s made of rubber. Drunk like him, but way worse at concealing it. Soobin explains that he found you by the bar and decided to help get you home. 

In the backseat between Yeonjun and Taehyun, you’re restless. You keep whining and fidgeting until Taehyun asks you what’s wrong. “I’m just frustrated.”

Confused by this progression, Yeonjun turns toward you with a curious frown. “Did something happen with Mingi?”

“He had to leave.” You whimper before letting your head fall on Yeonjun’s shoulder. When you lift your face to look at him you’re way too close for it not to be a problem. He’s hesitant, but Yeonjun allows his face to linger in this dangerous proximity. “I’m still a little worked up.” Your eyes flit down to his lips and he gasps lightly. He casts a quick glance at his members. Taehyun was looking down into his lap, brows tight. The other members seem to be minding their own business. Getting the idea before he even looks back at you, Yeonjun’s heart flips.

When he turns his head again you scoot closer. The lights of the city whiz past, shadows obscuring your features before painting them in vibrant hues. Each aspect of your face that he tried not to think about lay before him in a way so breathtaking he can’t think straight. He usually stops himself by now out of fear that he’ll become obsessed with you. Then he feels the tip of your nose brush against his, signaling how close he is to breaching an important rule. Just then, the van passes through a tunnel, cloaking the entire vehicle in a dimmer light. His heart stills, time stills as the drowsy look wipes off your face. You pull back a bit to flash him a genuine look. As if you’re also considering this.

Yeonjun is closing in just as the van leaves the tunnel, moving fast but not fast enough.

“Hey, break it up!” A bright light is flashed in both your faces. Yeonjun squints and blocks the light, unable to pull away from you because it feels like snuffing out this flame will leave him stranded in the tundra. But Soobin sounded frantic, and he’d hate to stress out his friend and leader. So he pulls away and he’s right. It’s frigid and cold.

“What happened?” Kai sits up from his chair and glances at Soobin before peering at the back seat.

Soobin sighs, clearly hesitant to report this. “He almost kissed her.”

Their reactions vary from shocked to worried to a little frustrated. “That’s like… the biggest thing, hyung.” Soobin pleads for Yeonjun’s understanding with his eyes. Yeonjun nips at his top lip, unable to curb his embarrassment and disappointment. “I know, I know.” He sends a hand through his hair frustratedly.

You sit stiffly between the two men as Taehyun gears up to say something. All this for a kiss? One you were admittedly excited for. Still, you don’t have it in you to get angry at them. Like Yeonjun said. They worked hard for this. It’s silly to risk it all over a kiss. Even if that label makes your heart sink.

“You guys know I won’t say anything. I’m already risking getting fired over driving you here.” The driver pipes up as he casts a quick glance at the rearview mirror. 

“It’s not about that, we can’t slip up.” Taehyun finally speaks, eyes cutting at Yeonjun. “At all.”

“I said I know.” Yeonjun speaks with more conviction that raises the tension considerably. Everyone else in the car can feel it. You send nervous glances to the other three who seem to be doing the same. “It’s fine! We’ve all been drinking, so.” Kai tries, his nervous smile flickering out when he looks back. Taehyun has his jaw clenched as he stares out the window and Yeonjun is clearly pissed off.

“Exactly, let’s just drop it. Nothing happened anyway.” Soobin adds authoritatively, looking back at the two who don’t return his glance.

Everyone does as much, leaving the car unbearably quiet. When you arrive at your apartment you say quiet goodbyes to everyone including Jun who gives you a cautious and almost apologetic look. “I’ll come with you.” Soobin grunts as he stands from his seat. 

Yeonjun watches helplessly as you both exit the car and Soobin walks you to the door. He would’ve offered before the car even stopped. But this isn’t only about him. A scandal could harm the entire group.

-🖊️⇝

Five months. You haven’t been laid in five months. Then here comes this 6ft-something man with puppy dog tendencies who turns on the sex appeal like it’s nothing, stirring up your emotions to this degree. 

You tie half of your locs up before tugging two down to frame your face. You bite your lip as you take in your appearance, a little shocked at how good everything came out. “What do you think? Should I add anything else?”

Things have been a little stiffer between you and Yeonjun. You still hang out but you both can feel it looming. The chemistry. The tension. The threat of jumping each other’s bones at a moment’s notice. Yeonjun doesn’t want to drag his members down because of a rash decision. He’s not sure what’s going through your mind but he can see the conflict in your eyes.

Yeonjun considers helping you. Immediately he’d recommend a choker. It’s hard for him to quell the thoughts about how good your neck looks with a piece of fabric wrapped tightly around it. Then he would suggest going for gloss instead of lipstick, but perhaps he should stop thinking about your neck and lips while he’s ahead. Also, this is all to help Mingi. Valentine’s day has passed, but it’s a miracle if an idol is free then anyway. This is essentially their valentine’s day plans, it’s a thought that presents a lingering bitter taste in his mouth. But he knows better, so he keeps those thoughts to himself.

“Yeah, it looks good like that.” He says as plainly as he can. Like a friend should.

You turn in your chair and rest your arm on the back. He looks really tired today. You can tell it’s one of those weeks that are really beating down on him. This is the most severe you’ve seen it get with your own eyes.

“You’re usually good at helping me with my looks.” It’s true that you’re cautious as well, but if he could have one moment to not be worried about one hundred things at once, you really want it to be with you. 

“You did pretty well on your own.” His shrug does nothing to shield how disingenuous he’s being. You give him a knowing look, deciding to probe just a little. 

“You know you can take a nap on my bed while I’m gone.”

“I’m good.” He assures with a smile meant to be soft but ends up strained. “Text me if you need anything or if something goes wrong.”

No, no. That’s the last thing you need. Him needing to have his guard up around you and still being so courteous. “I have other friends that I can text. You go play video games or relax or something.”

“Oh yeah? Name someone that isn’t an idol, quickly.” His tense demeanor melts just for a second, just to poke back. You give a short, dry laugh. Knowing very well you didn’t have an answer. Non-idol friends would do you some good. You think for a moment before replying half-jokingly.

“How about I call your leader instead and tell him to come take you home.”

Yeonjun stands from the bed, walking over with a look that you recognize by now. He’s thinking about it again. Kissing you or touching you. “I wanna be here when you get back.” He’s not sure why. You’re not gonna be drinking and Mingi is a gentleman, he’ll make sure you get home safe. 

You’re acutely aware you must be looking at him the same way, which means you’re both in danger of breaking the biggest rule. He’s tired and probably unbelievably frustrated. And he wants it so bad. You can practically smell the arousal when you two get like this. Hell, you want it too. Sleeping with someone who’s been stifled for years and is finally able to let loose? The sex would be unforgettable. The thought permeates in your mind, strong enough to overshadow your habit of pushing all this to the wayside. You stand from the chair.

“Why? I’ll be alright.” You blink, unaware of how cute you look peering through your lashes. Despite his notes, you did do a great job. Fuck a choker or lip gloss, if you showed up to a date looking like this, he’d lose all ability to function.

“You look so beautiful.” He breathes out, but how genuine he is shines through. This was more intimate than the dance or the almost kiss. HIs eyes have a slight sheen as they gaze down at you earnestly.

“That means a lot, Jun. Thank you.”

Yeonjun, instead of responding, takes your shirt strap that had fallen down your shoulder in between his fingers. He slowly moves it back up, hand brushing lightly against your soft skin. You’re cold to the touch, your body being chilled by your air conditioner. How long would it be until you were properly warmed up? Too long.

“I don’t think I can handle you looking like this for someone else.” The words roll off his tongue, feeling as though someone else had said them. He looks over at your eyes from your strap, the touched shock on your face confirming that it was real. It happens quickly, the rationalization. You shut up the part of your brain urging you to run away from the conflict and tug Yeonjun closer by his shirt. His hands move to your face and the two of you linger there, either giving this a second thought or wondering if this was really happening. You lean in, feeling his breath fanning only to jerk back suddenly. Your lips brush against each other first before they finally meld, finally connecting in the way you both truly craved.

He’s so expressive, you can feel the longing, hear the pent up frustration leaving him with every heavy sigh. You chase each other’s lips instantly after each disconnect as if the kiss is providing oxygen rather than inhibiting it. There was that heat again, warming his frigid body as you wrap your arms around him and urge him closer. 

He pulls away, the impish fox you know well looking so unfamiliar. His eyes pleading and blown out, his pretty lips pink and swollen. You impatiently pull him back in and you feel the same warmth he is. Except it’s burning you up. Both of you feel like you’re being swallowed by a large flame as your tongues circle each other. He lets out a wanton moan that has your core clenching. “Taste so good.” His voice is nearly inaudible, murmured between kisses.

Pushing your straps down your arms, he undoes his recent action. He pushes your dress over your breasts but he’s too consumed by the kiss to look down. His hands envelope the flesh held by your bra as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. Things are escalating quickly but you grow frustrated that he isn’t inside you already. You’ve both waited long enough.

“Fuck me, please.” You beg, eyebrows slanting as you let your pride go for just a moment. You reach down and tug at the waistband of his sweats, feeling a little justified as he returns your desperation with his eyes. With his hands kneading your breasts and your fingers clenching his pants you stare into each other’s eyes. No words exchanged but you each understand loud and clear that you need each other. Bad. As his face draws closer you try again. “Fuck me.” You whisper as he nuzzles your nose. 

You’re begging for it but Yeonjun can’t decide how he wants you first. He shuts his eyes and imagines your body bent in half, your as lifted into the air. Presented just for him. His cock throb and he squeezes your breast. Your ensuing moan almost pushes him to throw you onto the bed. But then he imagines the moonlight bleeding through the curtains and painting your body. The lights of the cars that speed past illuminating your umber tinted nipples that perk up nice and hardened for him.

The fantasy draws more and more saliva onto his tongue that rolls off onto yours. Your tongues tangle in a horny mess. If anyone saw what the two of you were doing they’d probably be confused, but both of your faces are scorching and the spaces between your legs are throbbing. Yeonjun is on his tenth fantasy on how he wants to pose you when he starts whimpering. You grab his crotch and return the squeeze he’s been giving your breasts. He finally unlatches from your lips to toss his head back, letting out the loudest moan of the evening. You kiss down his throat, feeling the vibrations of his pretty sounds. It’s taking every atom inside your body to not bite and suck, instead you ghost your teeth over his supple skin. 

As his moans transition to groans and growls his actions become more rough. He grabs your wrist to keep your hand steady as he grinds into it. His nails pierce your breast and it’s your turn to whimper. He yanks your hand off of him and moves his own to your waist, finally guiding you over to the bed. In every fleeting fantasy he had there was one thing either missing or integral. The very look on your face you have now as he’s moving over you. Your dark eyes are so doe-like yet so sinful. They yearn for him, yet dare him. 

The taking off of your clothes is agonizingly slow. It doesn’t matter that you’re both rushing to the point that you almost rip each other’s shirts. It’s still torturous. His long cock bobs as he repositions himself, a drop of precum dribbling from his tip and shining in the light. His nails dig into you yet again as your legs are hoisted on either side of your head. Every time he grips so forcefully you wish he’d do it harder, squeeze you until you fuse together.

You get as close as you can to that wish when his tip cards between your lips. You jolt, surprised by your own sensitivity. Yes, it’s been a long time, but it’s not that. Your clit and lips are so swollen that they ache. You feel like your molten juice will pour out of you at any moment. You hold your legs in place as Yeonjun lowers onto his forearms, bringing his face closer to yours. You’ve already stuck your tongue down his throat and gripped his cock, but there’s something strangely intimate about his bangs brushing against your forehead. He watches you intently as he slowly pushes in. You gasp, as if the heat radiating off his cock is actually singing you as he slides in. 

Yeonjun releases his lip from his teeth as a deep groan forces its way out from the depths of his core. Your pussy swallows him whole, so devastatingly wet that it coats your outer lips and coaxes him in with ease. The urge to crack a window, shove the comforter and sheets off the bed, anything to quell the overwhelming heat is a fleeting thought for the both of you. It’s quickly replaced by the gnawing need to feel every part of each other. To get deep. Yeonjun arches his back and pushes his hips in until you’re yelping and your hips buck uncontrollably.

Then something snaps and a rhythm takes over Yeonjun’s body. His hips snap toward yours at the perfect pace that has you clawing down his back. You feel his skin under your fingernails. 

Your hips desperately chase after him, fingers fumbling over your achy clit. It’s a blurred frenzy that neither of you can completely process as real. Your brains are turned off anyway, blindly chasing pleasure and that orgasm so sweet your teeth go numb at the thought.

The height of the pleasure makes each pump of his cock maddening. It’s so good you both almost want it to stop. The pleasure spikes higher, making your moans peak in pitch. Your grip falters on your thighs as your legs start to quake. 

“I can’t– I can’t!” Your mumbles are nearly incoherent between your shrieky whimpers. A knot squeezes so tight in your lower belly it feels like a large, heavy ball. Yeonjun grits out moans as his eyebrows furrow. The pleading look is so sexy, the desperation in his voice. His fucking cock is inside you. It’s so deep inside you.

“C-cumming!” Your thighs slip from your hands as a violent tremor sweeps through your body. The knot snaps and you feel hot liquid spewing from your cunt. Yeonjun fucks through the pressure, sharp profanities shoot off his tongue. He claws at your thighs and his thrusts transition to slow and punishing. The myriad of noises flooding from your lips don’t lower in intensity. The pleasure barely plateaus and you’re right back in the trenches. 

“Fuck! Yeonjun, fuck!” You squeal. His hand crawls up from between your breasts to your throat. “You’re taking it so well, you’re perfect.” His voice cracks, the sincerity in his voice sending shivers down your spine. 

“You’re so, so perfect.” His body drops closer to yours, his voice tickling against your ear. His thrusts pick up with his fractured moans. You can tell just how much is being released as he fucks you. It’s just as magical as you imagined, watching him let loose like this. But the twitch in his brow bothers you. His muscles are tight, his shoulders tense. You let out a serene sigh.

“Let it all out, Junnie.” You run your hands over his shoulders, feeling his muscles loosen under your fingers. His eyes flutter shut, mimicking your serene sigh. He doesn’t get to rest for long. The conflict wracking his body this time is different. His cock is twitching inside you.

Your clumsy hands travel all over his shoulders, neck, and land on his face. His hips start to fracture from their rhythm and his face occasionally pinches. You caress him, wanting to bottle up the version of him that’s close to cumming. 

You press a tender, wet kiss to his lips. “Cum inside me.”

It doesn’t occur to you that he has no clue you’re on birth control. So when the most guttural moan erupts from his chest it catches you off guard. His hips grind down against yours, his cock throbbing as it pumps you even fuller. Your sweaty bodies stay like that for a moment, not long enough for your sensitivity to wane. He pulls out, unplugging your hole for all the fluids to flow out.

His cock is heavy against your clit, so heavy that it triggers your sensitivity. You close your legs around him and turn your head into your pillow. He flows you, planting a long kiss on your lips as he grinds his cock into your mound. 

“Jun,” you tap at the mattress, the excruciating pleasure taking you to another planet. 

“I love your pussy.” He finally pulls away and the rigidity of your body eases. You let out a shaky breath, eyeing him as moves down your body. He glances up at you with his mouth hovering over your tired pussy. “It’s mine.” His eyes flutter shut as he kisses your mound wetly. A sharp moan rockets out of you. Your head shoots backward and your thighs threaten to close around him. That was just the teaser.

His tongue delves in to scoop out his and your essence. You’re in awe of the dirtiness of his actions and the lengths he’s willing to push you. All while staring you right in the eyes. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull as you push at his head.

He hums before lifting away. “You want me to stop?”

“N-no!” You reply instantly, a laugh bubbling out of both of you. It was ridiculous at this point. Yeonjun curls his tongue inside of you until he’s satisfied with how clean he got you. He lifts up, giving only a glimpse of his sullied face before he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. 

He crawls back up and you groan. 

“No, we’re both gross, don't lay back down.”

He grumbles ‘give me an hour’, making you both laugh. It’s comforting, a crackling fire lulling you both to sleep.

You gasp loudly, shooting upright.

“Mingi!”

-🖊️⇝

If only you hadn’t done that. The vibes after the sex were immaculate. Now things are tense again as Yeonjun gets you ready to meet with Mingi. His hands run over your sudsy body, making sure you’re squeaky clean. He helps you with your bra, even helps you pick out a new outfit. When all is said and done, you’re back to looking at each other through the mirror. He sighs.

“Go ahead and text him you’re ready.”

You pull your phone out, finding you’re just flipping it over in your hands instead of unlocking it. You chew on your lip, your heart beating so intensely it’s debilitating. 

“I’m ready.” You rush out, thinking for a moment before turning to actually look at him. Yeonjun breathes a laugh with a smirk.

“I said tell him, not me.”

“Why? You’re my date.” Your smile beams brighter than you mean it to. It’s all fine because he returns its luminosity. 

“I’m down for that. I’m too fatigued to go anywhere, though.”

“I know, I really tuckered you out didn’t I?” You cock an eyebrow at him, doing your best impression of a sly fox you know.

“Okay, but who made who squirt?”

You shove him, making him chuckle as he catches himself. You quickly leave the bedroom, turning to shout back at him. 

“I’m watching the movie without you.”

He chases after you and you just barely evade him to sit on the cough first. He dives next to you, snuggling up close and nuzzling his forehead into yours. It’s something he used to do to annoy you, and though you’re tonguing your cheek, your heart is fluttering. 

You watch the rest of the movie hugging his arm with your head on his shoulder. As the credits roll, is the first to talk in thirty minutes.

“It was always gonna be us.” Yeonjun chuckles. “We both knew it from the moment in your hotel room. Fuck it, I might’ve thought about it when I first saw you.”

You crane your head to look at him, his sharp eyes already on you. There’s a softness to them.

Multiple fists thundering against your door makes you both jump. 

“Open up! Yeonjun has been here for way too long!” Identifying Soobin’s voice dulls the alarm bells blaring in both your heads.

Yeonjun trudges over to let them in, sulking back to the couch as the four younger book it past him. Beomgyu launches himself on the couch and asks what “we’re” watching. Kai is close behind, snatching the remote before Beomgyu could even think to grab it. They argue over that as Soobin sits down, rubbing his temples. He sinks into the couch as you sit beside him. You can feel Yeonjun’s warmth on your left and you bite your lip trying to ignore it. 

“And just what were you doing here all alone?” Soobin’s eyes slowly pan over to the two people sitting suspiciously close to each other. You both shrug, mumbling something about movies and ice cream.

Taehyun sighs, squeezing his ass in between the both of you until you’re forced to part. You just roll your eyes, ignoring it for now. The movie watching experience with these five was always chaotic. Chaotic enough that you and Yeonjun could sneak glances at each other with no one noticing. The noise dissipates as you get lost in each other’s eyes. You both smile.

#poor mingi T___T #txt #yeonjun #smut #kpop #choi yeonjun #yeonjun smut #txt smut #kpop smut #choi yeonjun smut #txt yeonjun smut

[yandere-kokeshi]

— Yandere Miles Morales-Earth-42 Masterlist

Gn darling is deaf

Gn darling calls him bro

Gn darling escapes

Female darling transports to his universe and gets stuck. But, his darling in his universe is dead.

Affection he'd give to his darling

How would he react if his girlfriend is posessive and often gets into fights due to him being asked out

What would he do if his darling gets kidnapped by another villian

#yandere miles morales #yandere earth 42 miles #yandere x reader #kokeshi!! #yandere masterlist #yandere male #male yandere #yandere #yandere spiderverse #yandere prowler #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere prowler x reader #prowler miles #miles morales prowler

[k-k-armadillo]

was posessed by @miles-sorbet ‘s post im sorry

#pokemon #submas #nimbasa trio #kkartmadillo #dawn/akari gets trolled

[i-like-cats-and-stars36]

I made a shellshocked bad future fanchild!

Meet Rio Dai Hamato-Morales! Or Rio Dai Morales.

Why are you seeing two version of her on this post? Well, the one with the Prowler jacket is the version of her if she was raised by shellcrime instead of shellshocked.

Soooo, some general lore about her:

-Rio was born through a mystic accident while Miles and Mikey were practicing mystics together.

-They were very overwhelmed by a eighteen-months-old baby suddenly appearing in their arms, but quickly accepted her as their daughter.

-Being born through mystics, she is not entirely human and posesses a plethora of mystic abilities that used to go haywire when she was small a lot.

Think of Baby Rio suddenly going invisible and everyone freaking out because they can't see her anymore.

Or it getting too cold in the apocalypse and Rio straight up using those turtle DNA parts to hibernate.

-So as soon as she was old enough, Mikey started giving her mystic training, so she can learn to control her mystics better.

-Taking an example in Splinter, Mikey always tries to make the lessons fun for her and it quickly becomes their main bonding time since Mikey can be quite busy through being one of the resistance's strongest fighters.

-Through that training, Rio herself quickly becomes a powerhouse in the resistance.

-Her main attack are flaming mystic webs.

-Some of her other abilities include: invisibility, a strong spidey-sense (she also gets a lot of visions) and mystic healing.

-Personality-wise: She is sweet, fiercely optimistic and quite expressive and emotional, but also tends to be reckless and impulsive. (It's the ADHD.)

-She feels very strongly her emotions and wants to help the resistance and protect her loved ones with all her might.

-Still, it's the apocalypse and Rio knows that every mission could be the last of someone, so that gives her plenty of anxiety as well as the thought of not being strong enough to save them if she could.

-The death of Miles hits her hard and is the final push for her to go on the frontlines and fight the Krang head-on. It's why you see a lot of Miles imagery in her costume.

-On a lighter note, Casey Jr. is her favorite cousin.

-Her favorite uncle/aunt is Raph (It's April, but we can't tell Raph that, he would cry).

-She would like sour candy if that were a thing in the apocalypse.

-She is pretty close with her abuelita Rio.

-If Rio could choose a job other than resistance fighter, she would become a nurse like her grandmother she was named after.

Now, about some differences in shellshocked! Rio and shellcrime! Rio!

-Shellshocked!Rio's full name is Rio Dai Hamato-Morales while shellcrime!Rio's full name is Rio Dai Morales because I headcanon that 42! Mikey was raised by Draxum and therefore doesn't have a sttong connection with the Hamato name.

-Shellcrime! Rio hung out a lot in Donnie's lab when she was younger because Miles G helped Donnie run resistance tech (pushing Miles G & Donnie friendship here) and she learned a lot about tech there. Don't get me wrong, she's still a badass mystic warrior but she can also program a computer.

-Shellcrime! Rio was a lot more sheltered and trained as a child because Miles G was very anxious about her getting hurt in actual fight. It lead to a bit tension when she got older, but Miles G died before they could ever find a solution and Rio got to fight at the frontlines.

-Shellcrime!Rio doesn't posess Spidey-sense, mystic webs or invisibility and instead she fights with mystic lightning.

So that's all I have for now! I probably forgot some stuff, but we can talk about that another time!

I hope you like Rio and feel free to add your own headcanons here, I'd love hearing about them!

#rottmnt #tmnt #across the spiderverse #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise mikey #Spiderverse #atsv #into the spider verse #itsv #teenage mutant ninja turtles mutant mayhem #rise oc #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt fandom #shellshocked #Shellcrime #shellslinger #Miles×Mikey #miles morales #prowler miles #miles 42 #Mikey×Miles #spiderverse oc #spiderverse fandom

[dumbass-fangirl]

I love the posts that say their Tav/Durge and Astarion are making each other worse and being an evil power couple, but I say go the extra mile. Make it even more toxic. Make Durge be Astarion’s new abuser.

Astarion not recognizing it as abuse because Durge never hurts him, not noticing how he is being singled out and isolated from the rest of the party. Durge promising Astarion that they will protect him, keep him safe. Astarion seeing Durge slaughter the grove and doing everything to please Durge so Durge won’t turn their bloodlust on him. Durge treating Astarion with kindness, but punishing and berating anyone else for their mistakes and shortcomings, which makes Astarion afraid to disobey or speak against Durge.

Astarion watching as Durge destroys Last light inn and knowing they are his only chance of surviving in the shadow curse. Durge standing up for Astarion against Araj because they refuse to share him with anyone else. Durge using Astarion’s confession and the vulnerability he feels so they can present themself as the only person who cares about him.

Durge stopping Astarion from ascending, not because they care about Astarion losing his soul or the 7000 spawn, but because they want to keep Astarion weak and easy to control. Durge becoming the slayer and telling Astarion they will spare him as long as he obeys. Durge never hurting Astarion, but making it clear disobeying or leaving them is not an option. Astarion staying with Durge because they have been the only source of safety he’s had for so long, he doesn’t even consider leaving them.

Durge not letting Astarion leave their side, saying it’s to keep him safe. Astarion thinking that it’s fine, that he’s happy like this. Durge doesn’t hurt him. Durge isn’t like Cazador.

Astarion thinking that for once he is actually loved. Durge having a twisted love for Astarion, being posessive because he is the one thing that is completely theirs, that their father can’t take from them.

#being ascended Astarion’s consort isn’t toxic enough #slayer Durge is an awful person with no redeemable qualities #baldur’s gate #durgestarion #baldur’s gate 3 #the dark urge #bg3 durge #is this a bad post? will I get hate for this? #I feel like no one else has considered this dynamic and I wanted to share my take on it #think of it as ascended Astarion and Tav but the roles are switched

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

What if Spider got caught by the RDA together with one of the Sully siblings? (Headcannons)

General headcannons:

Although the three oldest Sully kids posess ikrans, they cannot fly with them as they wish since the recom squad had special chips attached to one of their wings that will explode on command if the kids try to bolt. They’re completely trapped even when in the air.

Spider and the sibling end up cuddling for warmth and emotional support every night. He used to be excluded from the cuddle piles back at high camp but now that he is the only comfort his siblings have, he tries his best to provide it.

The caught one of the three oldest Sullys is forced to wear recom squad’s donated clothing when traveling back to Bridgehead for regular reports. The clothes are way too big for them as they’re meant to be worn by bulky avatars but they make it work.

The caught one of the three oldest Sullys is forced to endure the brain scanner with Spider when they’re first brought to base, but as their will is not as iron as Spider’s they end up spilling clues. None of them actually picture high camp but they give recoms hints as to where they could search for traces of the Omatekaya.

Whoever Spider ends up caught with, he will develop a strong, perhaps a life-long bond. A captivity that lasts for months is quite a traumatising event and having a sibling to be there with you through it will make their relationship ten times stronger.

Tuktirey headcannons:

The recoms are holding themsevles back big time for her. They try to tone down the cursing, handle her gently and try to stay on her good side. Overall, being captured with Tuk is more than bearable. She is mischievous but in a fun way.

Spider goes full big brother mode and Tuk is sucking up the attention like a sponge. Lo’ak is currently in that stage of puberty where he finds kids extremely annoying and Neteyam is never around since he’s busy with being handed adult responsibilities so the girl doesn’t get to experience much attention from her siblings, which changes with Spider.

Spider is rarely more than a foot away from her, always there to calm her when the big soldiers with their guns and ammunition get too overbearing. They end up holding hands almost all the time as the motion reassures her, so she turns quite clingy during their captivity.

Spider is like Teyam, but more fun, Tuk thinks as Spider runs around the forest with her on his back and despite being nearly the same height as him she’s quite light. He entertains her, plays pranks with her on the recoms and responds to all her silly, childish questions. The avatar squad silently thanks him for it.

When Tuk grows comfortable with the recom squad, she begins making cute jewellery for them. Soon, the mercs end up covered in flowers, pins, armbands and necklaces which Miles allows as it goes hand in hand with their plans of going "Na’vi". (it doesn’t he just likes taking a piss at his subjects walking around in colourful jewellery)

First night of their captivity, Tuk couldn’t fall asleep as usually, at this hour, she’d be listening to her mother sing lullabies and receive a forehead kiss from Neteyam. When she tells that to Spider he takes it upon himself to sing the little sister lullabies or tell stories every night. Her favorite part is when he takes a breath, lifts his mask and gives her a kiss on the temple. She falls asleep almost instantly afterwards, curling into the blonde’s chest.

The colonel will never admit it aloud, but the sight of Spider doing that is extremely adorable. He picks up a habit to wait until his son falls asleep and does the same to him so as he doesn’t forget that despite the role he was forced to take, he is still a kid.

Lo’ak headcannons:

The recoms squad had no idea what kind of hell they were in for when they caught the two. Separately, the boys are manageable, but together they turn into actual demons. Harsh pranks, jokes repeated to the point they’re no longer funny and other stupid, borderline punishable behaviour becomes a daily routine and the mercs are forced to adopt a no nonsense attitude to keep the gremlins in line.

Lo’ak is treated as Spider but with less rights. He is a hostage just like the blonde of course, but doesn’t have the privilege of being a human or the son of the colonel so the soldiers feel little need to play nice with him. If he fucks up, they will tell on him immediately and Quaritch is less inclined to hold back with his punishments, often grounding Lo’ak from climbing or flying and on occasion, if he really messes up (like patching up an escape plan) — eating.

Lo’ak is also often used as leverage when Spider becomes too rowdy. If he cursed out the colonel too many times, tried to get away or physically fought back with the squad, all Miles needs to do is throw one dark, sadistic look towards the younger Na’vi and Spider will find himself backtracking almost immediately, aware that Lo’ak isn’t as valuable to the group as the blonde himself.

For that reason Spider develops a bit of a protectiveness towards his friend. Sure the blue boy is taller and stronger, but he’s also viewed as less than him and the two of them are travelling with a pack of bloodthirsty avatars who are out to get their family, so when they or more specifically Quaritch gets agitated or agressive or hostile towards the kid, he’ll find Spider standing between them, shielding Lo’ak from his father’s fury and diffusing the situation.

Lo’ak feels guilty that he puts so much pressure in Spider to protect him, so he’d try to guard his sleep. He’ll hold his brother close and eye the recoms with a death glare, but always ends up going out like a light.

Miles makes it a habit it to cover up the kid with his jacket. He is, again, tall but also quite thin and was caught shivering on more than one occasion. The colonel keeps telling himself that he only does that so the blue brat doesn’t catch a cold and slow them down.

Kiri headcannons:

Most of the recoms had their big sibling/parent instincts activated when she got caught together with Spider for reasons they don’t understand, so overall she is treated just as well as her human brother. They don’t talk to her much, but she is well-behaved and it’s all that matters.

Kiri and Spider have that rare, one in a million sibling relationship that expresses itself in constant verbal/physical affection and support. The two of them get along so well the recoms assumed they were dating at first, but it turns out the reason to their bond is ✨trauma of orphanhood✨

Quaritch doesn’t know if he wants to laugh or cry at the cruel irony he sees in front of himself. Never in a thousand years would he had imagined the daughter of a woman he despised being the closest person Spider has. Their bond is sickeningly sweet and genuine.

The squad finds themselves getting attacked by local fauna almost every day, often several times but the animals are suspiciously avoidant of Kiri and Spider.

She tries to teach spirituality to the recoms, hoping that if she gets them to connect to Eywa they’ll enlighten and drop their mission. Her lectures are almost as annoying as Grace’s, but nothing could top her preachy, almost derogatory tone of voice so they bear with it.

Surprisingly, out of all the siblings in this situation, Kiri is having the best time in captivity thanks to being held with Spider. He is her absolute favorite brother and she always wore that fact proudly on her sleeve but back at high camp the human would often disappear with Lo’ak so on many days, they didn’t get to spend much time together.

“But now I have you all to myself!” She chirped, hugging Spider by the neck in an over the top, crushing embrace as Spider dramatically pretended to choke. In difference to Lo’ak, her dynamic with Spider while filled with teasing and jokes, is much more gentle and they often find themselves sarcastically (but not really) complementing each-other. The recoms think they’re about to get diabetes but secretly love looking at it. It boosts their morale.

Quaritch actually picks up on some things Kiri tries to teach. He plays it cool but the girl can see the way his ear leans towards her when she speaks, unable to hold back a smirk at the cute display. Her mother couldn’t get through to him, but perhaps she’ll succeed?

Neteyam headcannons:

The recoms are wary of the oldest Sully. While he is still quite playful and chidlish, there is a heavy air of menace around him. He is scheming an escape plan, they know he does, it’s in his every lingering glance, every fake smile and every motion. He is very well behaved but observes the squad like some guinea pigs in a cage and in return, they keep a constant watch on him, always alerted.

It doesn’t help that Neteyam looks like his mother as well, especially to the colonel. Spider vouched for him, said the kid had never murdered anyone before, but his unrelenting stare is the one of a killer and Quaritch refuses to let the boy out of his vision. He always watches him, even with the peripherals.

Out of all the siblings, Spider and Teyam have the worst relationship. It was fine when they were little but as the oldest Sully got burdened with the responsibility of being an heir, their friendship slowly faded into the oblivion and on most days they barely saw each-other. It’s awkward, so awkward in fact that even the squad of highly-trained mercs feel uncomfortable looking at the two teens as they silently try to rebuild that long-lost bond through physical gestures.

The two boys don’t know what to do. They desperately want to be protective of one another, but how do they go about it? Neteyam is the oldest of the Sullys and has experience of taking care of his siblings but Spider on the other hand had always possessed caretaker instincts and, as the older of the two, is morally inclined to ease Neteyam’s mental burden of being trapped with the people who are out to kill his family.

It starts out slow: Neteyam begins putting his hand on Spider’s back or holding his hand when he gets tired and starts lagging behind, and Spider stands between him and the soldiers when they get too agitated by his unnaturally silent, observatory behaviour. They barely talk to one another, but spend a lot of time next to each another and awkwardness slowly changes to comfortable silence as the two reconnect.

At night, Neteyam cradles his smaller sibling when he is deep asleep while guarding him, and in difference from Lo’ak, he doesn’t fall asleep unless he decides to. At all. Quaritch nearly catches a heart attack when he wakes up one night and sees Teyam’s glowing eyes piercing his soul like an animal ready to pounce.

Miles tried to cut the boy some slack, but he looks way too much like Neytiri, and the man can often barely look at him. He knows Neteyam can feel his fear and it’s perhaps the most annoying part about being forced to traverse the wilderness of Pandora next to him.

Author’s notes: PHEW! Finally, my first ever neatly organised headcannon list. Hope you enjoyed! I rarely write for the Sullys but I’d love to explore them more in my works so if you got any prompts or ideas or feedback — feel free to drop them in my ask box! ❤️

#avatar #avatar way of water #avatar headcanons #avatar spider #spider avatar #avatar 2 #spider socorro #miles quaritch #avatar quaritch #miles spider soccoro #recom quaritch #avatar neytiri #kiri avatar #avatar kiri #kiri sully #avatar lo’ak #lo’ak sully #avatar neteyam #neteyam avatar #neteyam sully #avatar tuk #tuk sully #plz don’t let this flop😭✨

[shiningfremi]

freminet using his cryo vision to give you a winter show!

[ basically an elsa freminet x fem!reader ]

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twilight was settling in, and you and your adorable boyfriend were both at the city’s plaza together, which had a huge tree in the center with stunning twinkling lights that could be seen for miles. finding yourselves a seat on one of the wooden benches, you talk for awhile, enjoying eachother’s company.

“it’s so beautiful!” you couldn’t stop gazing at the tree.

“i-it sure is… but it can’t compete with yours,” freminet complimented you, his gloved hand finding your own.

“ahh, stop that~” you playfully poked him, and this got a laugh out of both of you. though he can be shy, don’t be mistaken! he will make sure to show his affection when he can. settling down, you rest your head on his shoulder. he tensed for a second before he relaxed his body, sneaking a good look at your pretty face once in awhile.

the tree in front of you was simply just… mesmermizing. the beauty of this time of the year was seriously unmatched. and, even better, you were able to enjoy it with freminet. fluffy snowflakes gradually began to flutter down from the darkened sky, and you excitedly popped your head up when you felt one of them land on your nose.

he turned upon feeling you move, then looked up. “snow, huh?” freminet softly smiled as he noticed your expression light up.

“i can’t believe that they say every snowflake is unique! i wish i could see them up close for myself before they melt,” you leaned forward to catch some with your tongue, looking silly. though, this quickly gave freminet an idea!

“i can show you, y/n..” he shyly put a hand on your back to get your attention.

“really?” you wondered what he was going to do, and so you sat up straight, eagerly waiting.

“look close, now…” he slipped the glove off of his right hand, before extending it upwards in the air. a couple of snowflakes landed on his palm, you could see that the familiar pendant attached to his waist was glowing an azure blue; he then turned to show you.

“see?” the flurries were crystalized, their delicate shape maintained. it reminded you of a miniature glass sculpture.

“woah!” you glanced down at them, pupils dilated. you were gently holding onto him by the wrist to get a closer look, tracing the details of each one. “your vision lets you do that?”

freminet nodded, a bit flustered. “y-yeah and, um..!”

“i wanna see more!” you say to him. 

“..you do?” freminet seemed surprised. maybe for him, this wasn’t out of the ordinary, but as somebody who did not posess a vision, you thought it was the coolest thing in the world whenever he utilized it.

“yes!” clasping your hands together, you sincerely wanted to witness what else he could do that you never knew of before. he had always been the type to be humble about his abilities, especially since you didn’t share them. 

“please~?” your eyelashes fluttered, and that really had freminet unable to resist your request.

his cheeks had a blush to them as you got closer. “okay! i’ll try… just for you, y/n.”

you flashed a cheerful grin as he held out his hand once more. this time, he gathered the snowflakes up from the air, before swirling them and creating bigger crystals this time with a simple touch. they were like fractals.

you gasped in awe. “it’s like magic!” 

the way that he could crystallize the snow like that baffled you. freminet then rubbed his hands together, and clapped, turning it all back to fluff, and you swore that it sparkled.

“i-i wouldn’t say that,” he awkwardly chuckled. “it’s just something that i found out i could do-”

“either way, i think it’s amazing.” you gushed, standing right up from the bench. the snow was getting heavier, and it was a sight to behold. 

you then noticed that the skirt you were wearing was riding up a bit, but before you could pull it down, freminet was already helping you out, smoothing it out and making sure you looked your best.

“thank you,” you hum, glad to have such a gentleman by your side.

he dilligently nodded, before turning his head to notice that the plaza was emptying out. “anywho, are you ready to go home now, love?” freminet quietly suggested to you, he had an eye out for the path you two took to get there in the first place. “i wouldn’t want you getting cold..”

“wait!” you reach out as he began to walk in the opposite direction. “..give me a show.”

there was hardly anyone around now. you two were left standing right by each other, the spotlight of a street lamp gleaming down on both of you.

“eh? a show?” freminet was stopped in place. “i don’t know, i mean..” he scratched the back of his head, worried that it wouldn’t be all that impressive.

though, you had those puppy dog eyes again, and so freminet sighed, trying to hide his smile as he shook his head, the tips of his ears going red. to tell the truth, he wouldn’t mind showing you a couple more things he could do with the snow if it meant he could see the way your loving gaze doted on him. 

“okay,” he declared. “i couldn’t say no to that face..”

he let out a breath, the warmth from his mouth contrasting with the chilled atmosphere.

the next move he took… wow, it was wonderful.

the blond boy reached out into the cloud of flurries, swirling them around you. you giggled as you spun around, feeling as if you were a princess. freminet then gathered the snow and creating the crystals with his finger, before bringing the transculent gems higher into the sky and creating a beautiful burst. the bright cyro that he infused in it could be reflected in your now huge eyes. the scene reminded you of a firework, except that it was made of snow, gently cascading down to your shoulders.

your boyfriend then motioned for you to look towards him; he bent down to take the snow from the ground to swirl it into a compact shape. you then came to the realization that it resembled a penguin in his palms, and that penguin was…

pers!

“aww!” you exclaim.

freminet had created pers out of snow, and he had held it out for you to see, joined with the biggest smile ever on his face, dimples forming on the edges of his mouth, before he let go of the creation, and the pers made out of ice and snow had waddled over to an area covered in a thick powdery drift, jumping in and making a snow angel with his small fins.

finally, he took the snow from the drift and raised it upwards, before he began to spell something out. you watched as the particles took their places, his vision continuing to glow brighter than ever before.

“I…” you followed the letters in the air with your pointer finger. “L…” 

freminet kept on constructing them, now carefully focused in. he finished off the last letter, and it had formed an unmistakable sentence.

I L-O-V-E Y-O-U

he held the letters in the air, and you were speechless. the buffeting of wind nipped at your frosted nose, but all you could pay attention to were the glimmering letters formed from what was solely just snow; that were floating in mid-air. 

“i love you too..!” you kept your hands together near your chest, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, the freezing temperature unable to get to you.

as freminet took in your reaction, he then gently let the message fade, the snow elegantly bursting into a heart shape, before he allowed for the flurries to meet the ground below.

the boy had a profound expression on his face, and after what seemed to be a couple of moments, he softly began to speak.

“..there you go, y/n.” he made shaky jazz hands, his wholesome appearance was awaiting your approval.

a hearty applaud could be heard from you, claps filling the silence.

“freminet!” you sniffed, you had never felt so touched. breathing in, you continued, “that was so beautiful.. i.. wow!”

“did i make the ‘show’ worthwhile?” he hoped that he did.

“worthwhile? you are like a real life snow king!” you went up to him, and placed a long, exaggerated kiss on his cold, freckled cheek. “thank you!”

his beautiful oceanic eyes brightened, looking off to where the stunning tree was. “y-you’re very welcome,” he said, rubbing the side of his face where you kissed it as he was now blushing uncontrollably.

your boyfriend could not stop smiling for the rest of the night~ (˶◜ᴗ◝˶)

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#genshin fluff #genshin impact #genshin x reader #fremi #fontaine #fem!reader #freminet x y/n #y/n #freminet fluff #freminet headcanons #genshin headcanons #freminet #freminet genshin #freminet x gn!reader #shiningfremi

[fernsnailz]

oh my god your sonic pokemon team is so good it’s so knowledgable of both sonic as a character and pokemon with all their different dex entries and personalities and stuff

I need more, what would tails and knuckles’ pokemon teams be?

OOUGH YES MORE POKEMON!! for tails' team i wanted to make a team of guys who could help around his workshop and/or have their own funny little tail gimmicks :] i also avoided adding vulpix because that's just too obvious

rotom was easy because of his ability to posses electronics, i think it could be interesting if it possessed the miles electric! it would also be really great if rotom could posess various badniks to cause chaos lmao

swablu and hoppip could be little guys that hang around the workshop, i think tails would really like hoppip because they're both like little helicopters :D also swablu's dex entry talks about how it likes to clean things and be a little hat which are two essentials for the workshop

smeargle and ampharos also have their own little tail gimmicks, smeargle could help paint various projects and ampharos' light could be used at night!

magnemite is interesting because it's attracted to the electricity it feeds on, and it has a dex entry about following people that use electronics. i think magnemite would just keep showing up at the workshop and trying to feed off of the batteries and shit so tails just takes it in so it stops bothering him lol

knuckles' team was hard to build because there's so many pokemon that could work really well with him, so i tried to choose a bunch of guys that i think would be native to angel island! i think these dudes would help guard the altar of emerald and/or be sparring partners with him

excadrill and breloom both share abilities that knuckles has, excadrill is known to dig crazy mazes underground and breloom can punch real good :]

zangoose is one i really wanted to add because it's literally the rivalry pokemon. that's its whole gimmick. rouge can have seviper

trapinch is here mostly because i am very biased and i love trapinch, but i think they would be common in the sandopolis zone and knuckles thinks they're funney

sigilyph's dex entry is really interesting because it's thought to be a remnant of an ancient civilization - kinda sad tbh i'll let you read it

and durant is here because. uh

#there are zero good images of archimedes online lmao #anyway. bokemon #fernasks #long post

[paper-gold-theories]

Just imagine Miss Heed's reaction to Goldheart and Flug having a child clone together, she would be freaking out especially when they are dating.

The Undecided AU

So GoldHeart just bought the baby into the Golden Rule Tower without prior warning and just drops onto the members that he has a son with Flug and shows all them the DNA test he got from Flug and the one GoldHeart got P.E.A.C.E. to do. And says he and Flug are going to move in together raise the child together.

This caused Miss Heed to let out a hysterical, ear piercing scream that can be heard for miles, making birds fly away and the other Golden Rule Member to cover their ears.

Then started hyterically bombard GoldHeart with questions like: How it happened?! Are they dating?! And Miss Heed has some pretty scary and ugly faces when she's angry so Conner's first reaction to seeing Miss Heed's face up close was to cry.

GoldHeart told her "GET OUT! YOUR UGLY MUG IS SCARING MY CHILD!" Miss Heed rushed out the living room feeling utterly hurt and mortified that GoldHeart, her crush, just called her ugly. (Though years later when GoldHeart told Conner the story he found it hilarious. (Conner: Haha! Holy shit I cried?! That's hilarious)

Then went to her room to have her own meltdown by screaming and breaking her posessions because her two crushes getting together instead of being obsessed and fighting over her with her like how she imagined it should be.

The other Golden Rule Members of also had the same question as Miss Heed and valid concerns but they put it in a nicer, less hysterical way...like:

How did this happen? What's the baby's name? Wouldn't there be a security issue if Flug and his son lives here? Did the other P.E.A.C.E. higher ups agree to this? How is GoldHeart going to explain this to the public? Does that mean that he and Flug are officially together?

GoldHeart explains that Flug accidentally created a clone son with both of their DNAs. He and Flug haven't decided on a name yet. He says not to worry about the security issue as Flug and the baby won't be living here as he discuss with Flug and they both agree to buy a house in Marín City to raise their child. He says he will handle how to break it to P.E.A.C.E. and hold a press conference to break it to the public. He and says no he and Flug are not dating but he has plans...

Then they asked since the its a clone of GoldHeart does he also have GoldHeart's superpowers and will he be a threat if he grows up to be a villain if he is raised by Flug as well?

GoldHeart says yes the child has shown signs of super strength (he lifted him up one time by the finger much to his shock) and glowing eyes. How much of his superpowers the child has inherited he is not sure. He will raise the child to be a hero to make sure that won't be a villain and get Flug to be redeemed as well. (GoldHeart appears confident, but secretly, he wasn't sure about the the last two)

#villainous #villanos #dr flug #dr kenning flugslys #goldheart #gold heart #herbert leth #flug #villainous au #the undecided au #villainous oc #villainous ocs #villainous missheed #villainous miss heed #cecilia amanda kelly #villainous headcanons #villainous golden rule

[scribeoffate]

Truedemon and “you’re the criminal mastermind here, not me.” ?

Thank you!!! You know I loved this prompt. :D

"You're the criminal mastermind here, not me."

Scott jerks his head up, distracted from trying to break the chains binding his wrists behind his back. "What?"

"I'm simply saying," Deucalion answers, all smug and primness, despite *also being chained to the wall*, "between the two of us, you have executed more... escapes, necessary due to criminal activity."

Scott scoffs. "Are you admitting I'm smarter than you?"

"Perhaps in some areas, you posess more expertise than I."

Scott yanks at the chains again, the wolfsbane coating making it harder, causing more pain as his wrists rub against the powder. It burns, but it's better than listening to Deucalion.

"Between the two of us," Scott gasps, jerking again, "I'm not the one with a trail of bodies two miles long."

"You're younger. Give it time."

"Oh my god," Scott says, jerking one more time at the chains and letting out a breath of relief as they break and clatter to the ground. "Shut. UP."

Scott takes a minute to catch his breath, a minute during which Deucalion is quiet, staring at him like he's a prize, like something he can and desperately wants to possess. It's a familiar and uncomfortable feeling.

He walks behind Deucalion and slices his chains away with his claws, hissing in pain as more powder hits his skin. "Not all of us have to kill everyone, ever."

Deucalion grasps his wrist. Purple veins are crawling up his arm, the poison having entered his bloodstream through nicks in his skin. "We need to attend to this. Quickly."

Scott shrugs. "Then get us the rest of the way out of here," his speech is slurred, and his vision is blurry. "This criminal mastermind may be past his limits."

"I hadn't any idea you had those," Deucalion says. It's soft and sounds like awe. Scott still isn't sure he can trust Deucalion, but as he slumps to the ground, gasping, he knows he doesn't have choice.

Request a Scott Rarepair fic

#teen wolf #scott mccall #deucalion #truedemon #twrp character of the month #i love themmmmmmm #forever