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moonlitkissing · 2 months
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I want to ruin a boy with a mean domme friend soo badd
Poor thing being stuck between my praise and her degradation, not knowing who to listen to - maybe my friend gets really pushy, throws him around a bit, fucks him from behind until his head lands in my lap and she drags his face right to my center, telling him that good whores know their place without being shoved there first, and that he better hurry up
Meanwhile, I'm cradling his face and asking him if he wants to be my good boy, and wipe the tears from his cheeks - tell him how pretty he looks all fucked out like this and how good those cute whimpers would sound smothered between my thighs, don't you think, pretty boy?
Just - torturing a sweet boy for a bit
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cecelovell · 26 days
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𝝑𝝔 rafe drunk texts reader!
warnings: one mention of sex? rafe is drunk, i think that’s all
totally inspired by @/forevergirlposts. i love u! go follow her
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stardusted-bookworm · 2 months
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"Hob?"
Hob Gadling smiles, eyes tired. He loves that voice so much.
"Hullo, Dream." Even to his own ears, his voice sounds slurred, tight with exhaustion.
"It has been many a night since I've seen you in my kingdom last. Are you well?"
Hob chuckles. How far they've come. "Yeah, I'm all right, love. It's just been difficult for me to sleep recently."
Dream hums, seemingly upset on his behalf. "Your new neighbor."
It wasn't a question and yet he answers it like one.
"Yeah." He sighs. He doesn't know if he has the strength to continue.
The bed dips gently as Dream settles beside him. Hob hopes this liberty will go unpunished as his head rests upon his friend's shoulder. Dream briefly stiffens before relaxing, accommodating the new touch with relative ease.
"She's young," Hob continues. "My neighbor, I mean. But these walls are thin, and after a couple nights, it becomes difficult to stay asleep when all you can hear is the clicking of a keyboard and shouting at a video game."
Silence reigns over the apartment for but a moment. Then, the noise Hob had talked about begins to fill the space.
He smiles. So tired, he's so tired.
A hand threads through his hair, gentle, soothing.
"Sleep, my friend. I have you. None will disturb you as long as I am here."
And what could Hob do but listen? Dream guides him down until he was resting on his lap. Lithe fingers continue to brush through Hob's hair, lulling him to sleep.
The best and most continuous night of sleep he's had in such a long time.
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gwiyeounsonyeon · 14 days
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Steve Harrington can sing.
You've never really noticed it before because he never sings, sure he hums along to the ratio but he never sings along. you've never really given it much thought, maybe he was shy, or maybe he was embarrassed? or perhaps he just didn't like to sing... there were so many possibilities you never really cared to think about, it wasn't a pressing issue, there was much worse going on in Hawkins than Steve not singing so it never crossed your mind.
until you spent the night at his place, it was your first time coming over, Steve always seemed so embarrassed of his home but you assured him that you weren't with him for the decor in his home and you sure as hell weren't going to leave him for something silly like that, he was still reluctant but you'd bribed him with the idea of sex in an empty house.
he probably thought you were sleeping and honestly, who the hell gets up before nine on a Sunday anyway? Steve does apparently, you awoke Sunday morning to an empty bed with your boyfriend nowhere to be found, you hobble out of his bed still a little sore from that night only to pause with your hand on his doorknob. it was soft barely heard over the hiss of the shower, it sounded like he was talking to himself at first and you found yourself grinning as you opened his bedroom door wanting to hear what he was talking about but as you got closer his voice got clearer, it wasn't some awe-inspiring skill, it was soft like he could only remember part of the lyrics and had to make up for most of it by mumbling the melody, his words mixing in with the unintelligible humming. your mischievous grin faded into a soft smile, he sounded so pretty...
A/N I've been listening to Djo on repeat, i was completely astonished when I found out that he sang End of Beginning, i love him sm <333.
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electr1c-ethan · 1 month
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whining n bothering him while hes working l, begging for attention n just overall bugging him.
"you want attention so bad? hm?" he asks me
"mhm please" i stare up at him with my sweetest puppy dog eyes.
"hm, guess youll have to wait then. im working, and i know you can wait. just an hour yeah?" he pats my head and returns back to his work.
"no no- please i cant wait" i whimper out, grabbing at his leg, laying my head on his thigh
"is that so? hm? then get up here, be a good mutt and hump my thigh. understood?" he stares down at me with a condescending look, before grabbing me under my armpits and placing me so im straddling his thigh.
"mhm mhm- yes ill be such a good boy please-" i huff and whine, settling my head on his shoulder
"then get to it" he pats my butt, looking back and continuing his work again.
i whimper out again, beginning to grind myself down on his thigh, humping my brains away as i whine and pant into his ear, wrapping my arms around his neck. biting his shoulder.
"thats it.. such a good boy for me.." he pets my head softly.
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sxtvrns · 1 year
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publicly romantic
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🎶 now playing: in my heart (demo) - grentperez
P: Lee Felix x Fem!Reader
S: He fell first, and he fell hard. When you were on the big screen behind him, he knew he fell for you even more.
W: fluff, drabble because im in my kpop era now, no knowledge of skz at all, short
N: if im being honest guys the only reason i decided to write this was because i got inspired by those fan dance things during their world tour ive only ever listened to case 143 and i apologize if this makes me an outsider but i thought this was cute okay enjoy the content
please interact if you enjoy!
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When your boyfriend said he was going on a world tour, you did not think it was going to last for nearly an entire year. JYP better give them a break after this.
Dating Felix was a handful. He was always busy and his schedule was packed, you both were travelling constantly, having a home in Sydney and in Seoul. With the tour on his hands as well, it didn’t make it any easier. You saw all the edits of him flooding the internet, all of them reminding you of how much you missed your boyfriend.
So when you were told he was going to Australia, and you were conveniently going to be there at the same time as his concert, you had your fingers crossed you could get tickets. You didn’t care if you were in the pit or in the nosebleeds; you were happy to even be in the same room as him for a little while, even if you had to admire him from afar.
You texted him and called him as much as you could. Whenever your phone rang, you always assumed he was on a break or had free time, knowing that it probably meant the rest of the day was full of work. The amount of people that love him reminds you of how lucky you are to have such a handsome guy who seems so out of reach be your boyfriend.
Things weren’t kept secret for long. When you visited Felix one time, he forgot he was live, saying your name and three forbidden words out loud and straight to the camera: I love you. You never showed your face that live, your hand merely waving hello. It wasn’t until you left the room that both of you had realized what he’d done.
You came into his room after he finished his live, putting his phone away. “What the fuck did you do.” You say, more of a statement rather than a question. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to– it just slipped out!”
“If I knew you were going live, I wouldn’t have come. You slip up easily whenever I’m around.”
“That’s because I love you. And that’s also exactly why I didn’t tell you because I wanted to see you.”
You pace around the room, panicking. “JYP’s gonna kill us. He’s gonna kill you. Your fans are gonna come and kill me!”
“He already knows.”
“What do you mean, ‘he knows’?”
“Chan accidentally ran his mouth. If anything, you wouldn’t be in my room right now if JYP forced me to break up with you. He just told me to be careful… and I do. Ever since we started dating, I’ve been careful.” He sighs, setting his phone down and walking up to you. “I’m sorry. I… you can stay here for a few days if you’re too scared to go outside.”
He knew that people could find what you look like and all your other information with a mere search of your name. This wasn’t the same as other people knowing who his sisters were. Him getting into a dating scandal would jeopardize your safety and his group. He didn’t care about his group at the moment, he was scared for you.
“I… I’d like that, actually. I hope you don’t mind.”
“I assume that means you don’t mind sharing a bed? Unless you want me to sleep on the floor.”
“You really think I want you to sleep on the floor after the amount of time we’ve been apart?” Your response makes him smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead and pulling you in for a hug, his hand caressing the top of your head. “I’m really sorry. I know I messed up. And I’m sorry I can’t be there for you all the time.”
“I know. It’s okay. You’re doing your best, and that’s enough. I know you’re working hard and you’re busy. But… I’m hoping we can still try to enjoy ourselves for the time being.”
He pulls away to look at your face, being confused about your sudden switch up.
“Yes, I’m scared, yes, my life is probably going to be in danger at some point, but I did not come to see you just to worry about this and our relationship going public. It’s out there now, and there’s nothing we can do about it. I know I was panicking about it a few seconds ago, but I’ve come to terms that it happened already. I forgive you. And honestly, I’m glad that you’re that comfortable with me to say it in front of thousands of people.”
“I’m sorry–“
“You’ve apologized enough. It’s okay now.” You cut him off, going onto your tip toes to kiss his nose. “Can we order something? I’m hungry.”
“You didn’t think of doing that before my live ended?”
“I was gonna ask you, but I felt I intruded already.”
After that whole fiasco, people found your social media accounts, some of them even following you, flooding your comments with nothing but sentences that had the name Felix in it at least once. You got a few death threats even, but you tried to not let it get to you too much. It made you a bit paranoid, but the more you went out, the more you forgot about them.
Articles were written; Tiktoks and edits took over your feed about the ‘mystery girl’ or ‘Y/N’ behind the camera that gave Felix heart eyes whenever he looked at you. Eventually, they found out what you looked like, and though you were expecting insults, you were instead given compliments.
Pretty, adorable, beautiful… words that made you feel comfortable to be a part of Felix’s life publicly. He never brought it up during conversations or interviews unless another person did, which, he was very cautious with what he was saying.
You had your fair share of hate. It bothered you a little bit, but then remembered the only reason they hated you was that you had something they didn’t: Felix. His love and affection, his admiration and attention. It boosted your ego unhealthily, but you weren’t gonna get all full of yourself over it.
He wasn’t necessarily open about his relationship. He wouldn’t bring up the topic himself; usually someone else would have to. He would answer any questions, but there was always a limit to them. He was all nice about it though, always asking you after if what he said was okay to share with others.
“‘How’s Y/N?’ She’s good. She’s actually visiting, so I hope I’m not too loud.”
“‘How did you two meet?’ She does camerawork and paid us a visit, shadowing someone else. She always came along for a few shoots in a row, but I didn’t want to miss the opportunity so I just asked when no one was looking.”
“You wanna see her? She’s not too comfortable on camera, so I don’t think–“
“Felix, do you want this?”
You look at his tripod set up, then his surprised expression, as if he’d seen a ghost. “What’s wrong? Am I interrupting?”
“Nothing. What is that?”
“It’s a grilled cheese. I put the last of your gochujang in the butter.”
“Ah, thanks, we needed to get rid of it somehow.” You eye the camera. “Your face isn’t showing.” He clarifies, allowing you to walk into frame, letting him take a bite of the sandwich. His eyes light up, enthusiastically nodding. “It’s good!”
“Do you want it? I’ll make another one for myself.” He nods, taking the plate from you. “Thank you!” He says, mouth full as you walk out the door. “Look at this, guys. You guys summoned her, now I get good food.” He bites into it again, visibly enjoying the simple sandwich you made. “I love my girlfriend.”
The clip went viral. It’s now one of Felix’s iconic moments, and the first of your own.
You two were certainly romantic, private and in public. On the occasion you’d post photos of the two of you together, and you were also open about it if you were to do lives together. You weren’t in every live, but he invited you once and it was fun, so you were open to other opportunities.
You kept your hood on, which hid your face a bit well enough on camera.
“Y/N, what are we making?”
“Rose tteokbokki.”
“If you don’t know already, my girlfriend is an amazing cook and she gives me food sometimes during some of my other lives.”
“Then Felix makes brownies after and it’s a full meal.”
He notices your amount of clothing, greater than his. “Why are you wearing your hoodie? Is it not warm?”
“I’m hiding myself, I’m scared.”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of when you’re so pretty.”
“I cannot believe you’re flirting with me in front of over a hundred thousand people.”
“They deserve to know.”
His hand rests atop your head, his fingers gently gripping the hood. You let him take it off, fixing your hair right after. “Isn’t she pretty?” He shows you off to the camera before you hide your face in his chest.
You sat in an innocent little bubble tea shop, scrolling on your phone when you get a call from him unexpectedly. “Hello?” You greet, sipping on your drink. “Y/N, do you wanna come backstage after the concert? Feels like it’s been forever since I’ve last seen you.”
“Probably because it has. Can you really do that?”
“Chan’s parents and siblings are coming, and they’re going backstage, my sisters are coming too.”
“I mean, I’d like to, if it’s possible.”
He chuckles. “I’ll see you there.”
“Love you.”
There’s a brief pause, and you think about hanging up.
“Love you too.” He mutters, ending the call. It wasn’t very ‘professional’ of him to be calling his girlfriend when he should have been out there practicing, but he’s been kept from you long enough. He just couldn’t help himself.
And besides, he’d do anything for you.
As if it were a coincidence, it turned out you were sitting next to Hannah, who greeted you with a hug when she saw you sit down in the seat beside hers. Now you were sitting in your nosebleed seat, eagerly leaning forward to stare at the screen, the sudden random play dance coming on.
From your knowledge, a camera would focus on a certain fan in the audience, mostly in the further back, said fan having to follow one of the boy group’s dances. This would usually come on mid performance, meaning the members would be watching as well.
You’re so engaged staring at the screen, excited to see who’s on next that you don’t realize that it’s you. “Y/N!” Chan says, looking over at Felix. The choreography for God’s Menu begins to play as Hannah forces you up onto your feet, cheering you on.
You hand her your lightstick and place your bag down, forcing yourself to get over it and just do the dance for the few seconds you’re on screen. In your opinion, you did pretty well, judging from the screams that erupted from every inch of the room. You do the ending fairy, leaning against the railing again with a hand under your chin, sending a wink and a flying kiss across the arena. You immediately get shy, hiding your face in Hannah’s shoulder.
“Wow.” Felix starts, feeling Chan pat his back. “That’s my girlfriend, everyone.” He points in your direction, the arena flooded with screams as Felix’s ears and face slowly go red on the screen. You feel your own face heat up as you cover it, Hannah shaking you uncontrollably. “He’s blushing!” Han teases, pointing at your boyfriend’s crimson face. “C’mon, man, say something to her!” Chan says, ushering him closer to the edge of the stage.
“Y/N, I love you!” He holds a finger heart up, sending a flying kiss back to you. Your face goes warm at his bold move, yet you feel pride that he’s comfortable to do that openly in an arena full of his screaming fans. “Don’t cover your smile, you’re beautiful.” The screams somehow get even louder, and you feel as though a million eyes are on you as you wave your lightstick gleefully.
“Aww, so sweet!” Seungmin adds, poking at Felix’s open affection.
“Do you guys wanna know what Felix does? He scrolls through her photos sometimes before practice and he comes back all red. His excuse was that warm up was tough on him.” Chan exposes, though isn’t immediately stopped by his friend. You laugh at the thought, it being heartwarming at the same time.
You wait with Hannah, her parents, and Felix’s family after the concert, seeing Chan walk out first and greet his family, then you. “Felix ‘s coming, just grabbing something.” You nod, letting him reunite with his family for the time being. You smile at his feuding with his sister, feeling a tap on your shoulder.
Felix is standing right behind you with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen, and you practically jump into his arms. “Geez, I’m so sorry, I smell so bad.” His sweat makes your hands cling to him, yet when you look at his face, it made him all the more attractive. Still smelly, but somehow sexy at the same time. He had a towel on his shoulder, wiping his sweat off as best he could. He pulls away to greet his mom and his sisters, taking their pictures for them. You watched in awe how sweet their connection was and how close they were.
You overheard his mom talking to him before they left. “Treat her good, okay? You don’t want to lose her.” Your heart melts, now aware you’ve truly earned his mother’s approval. He walks over to you, stopping to simply admire you, his hand tucking your hair behind your ear.
“My god, you’re beautiful. I’ve missed you so much.” He mutters, the words making you blush and jump onto him for a long awaited kiss. One of those long, cheesy movie kisses was a way to describe it, but who cares if it was cheesy, you finally got to kiss him after months of being away from each other. “Loved your dance, by the way. When’d you get the time to learn that?”
“Circumstances. Figured it’d be best to be prepared.”
“You did fuckin’ amazing, then.” His hand covers his mouth, eyes widened in shock. “I didn’t mean to say that.”
“You aren’t live anymore, it’s fine.”
“Still felt wrong.”
“Do you guys want me to take a picture of you?” Hannah appears out of nowhere, startling you. You nod, handing her your phone, posing for a couple pictures, feeling Felix’s hand on your hip the entire time. “Alright, now kiss!” Hannah says jokingly, Chan shoving her shoulder.
“Seriously–“ You get cut off by Felix’s lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. Hannah eagerly takes photos, even when he pulls away, simply staring into your eyes as if he could see a whole world behind them. “Can you post that?” He asks, his lips curling into a smirk.
“Am I allowed to?”
“I’m the one that asked.”
That was a yes.
When Hannah hands your phone back to you after scrolling through the photos, she says, “You know I was joking, right?” You huff with a smile, staring at the photo of the two of you kissing. “If Felix was given a chance to kiss me, he would do it in a heartbeat, no questions asked.”
missed this goofball <3 love you always and forever, lixie (ps i love ur abs)
YALL R SO CUTE
AWWWW
i want this SO BAD you dont understand
that should be me
SHE IS SO PRETTY
tbh felix same id fold too
HAHAHA CAPTION IS SO REAL
“Have you been doing that for every show?” You ask, Felix running his fingers through your hair. “Doing what?” His eyes dart from your eyes to your lips and back. “Showing your abs. Lifting your shirt up and shit.”
He chuckles, his smile so pure talking about such a suggestive topic. “Yeah, why?”
“You’re telling me if I went to your Korea concert, I would have seen your abs there too?”
“You can see my abs anytime, Y/N.”
“I can?”
“You’re my girlfriend, of course you can.”
“Well, I don’t see you enough to see them that often but–“ When you turn back, his shirt is lifted up, showing them off in the middle of a Sydney sidewalk at an ungodly hour in the morning. You yank his shirt back down, Felix laughing almost too loud. “How indecent of you.”
“If indecent is what it takes to make your face like that, I’ll be it all the time.”
“Shut up.”
“You know you like it.”
“Maybe I do, so what?” You turn your face away from him, feeling his fingers rest under your chin to face you towards him again. “So… show me that you like it.”
“Felix, I am not having sex with you in the middle of the sidewalk at one in the morning.”
“So you’d have sex with me if we weren’t on the sidewalk?”
“I don’t think I can even have sex with you. At all.”
“Who’s stopping us?”
“Your fans. Your company.”
“They don’t have to know.”
“‘lix–“
“I know, I know. I’m just joking. Maybe when this whole idol thing is over.”
“It’ll be a while, then.”
“Hope you’re still in love with me by the time I’m 30.”
“I’ll always be in love with you, ‘lix.”
“Really?” He stops in front of you. “Really.”
“You promise?” He holds out his pinkie finger. You hook your own with his. “Promise.”
And he kisses you. Again, and again, and again.
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i wanna be where you are; feel so close though you’re so far, you’re my girl. 🎧
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bae04xx · 6 months
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Cam you write a yandere dream sans x reader please
im a little rusty with the undertale aus so sorry if this is out of character 😭 i tried my hardest xx
this is so shit man i’m sorryyyy
kinda yandere dream sans x reader
fluff ☁️
dream lay in between my legs, his head resting up against me as he read. some new book he had been raving about, i’d been struggling to focus, or even listen to anything for the last couple of days- it’s been getting on my nerves. after being cooped up in this.. space? i’m not really sure what it was called, you get a bit stuck in your own head. too conscious of your own thoughts, i get like that. it gets worse when dream is off doing god knows what for hours at a time- he doesn’t tell me much, never has, you just get used to be in the dark, doesn’t make it any more bearable but it makes you expect it.
“y/n? y/n?” dream calls out to me, breaking me from my mental rant.
“huh? yeah sorry,” i reply sheepishly as i hear a sigh from him, he places his book down.
“what are you thinking about?” he beams, i can feel him smiling despite not being able to see.
“nothing much, just wondering what you’re reading,” i lie, i know he can tell but he goes along with it anyway.
“you feel quite tense for just that,” he chuckles, “i’m going to have to meet blue and ink soon, we’ve got some things to figure out,” he massages my thigh as i lean back, exhaling softly before i decide what to say.
“..why don’t i come?” i speak, just above a whisper, my question makes him go slightly rigid.
“well, y/n, um. i’ll have to think about it,” he stammers, unsure of what to say. dream is one of the most positive people i know, i never usually see him looking for his words.
“it’s alright, i just thought it’d be nice to meet your friends, considering you spend so much time with them,”
“trust me i spent a lot more time with them before i met you, and they’re starting to have a few questions about that. maybe it’d be good if you met them,” he announced, jumping up and dusting himself off.
i quickly followed, letting him guide me to where we we’re going.
after a strange way of transportation, we arrived. there were 2 other skeletons like him, one with a paint brush and another with a blue bandana- they suited their names. who i presumed was blue jumped up when he saw me, cocking his head at dream, while ink stayed seated, his eyes narrowed at me.
“WHO’S THIS!?” blue demanded, attempting to rush over to me, only to be pulled back by ink. dream had spoken very little of them both beyond their names but i could guess ink was in charge by his demeanour.
“this is y/n, she’s been living with me for the past couple of months. i thought she should meet you two,” he smiled, his arm firmly around my waist.
“and you bought her to a meeting?” ink questioned, a slight bite in his voice.
“HELLO HUMAN Y/N, DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?” blue almost screamed, i didn’t really know what to say.
“it’s nice to meet you y/n,” ink said, a forced politeness to me, i could tell he didn’t mean to be rude but there was something beneath the surface. “can we speak to you alone dream?” he asked, tapping his bony fingers rhythmically against the table.
“of course you can, y/n would you mind going into the other room?” he asked, pointing to a wooden door to my left, i walked off, ignoring the goodbyes from the 3 skeletons.
there i tried to drown out their argument, i heard my name being thrown around like a game of piggy in the middle. dream drastically trying to defend not only me but myself, ink interrogating him about where i came from, who i was, if i was dangerous and how much of a risk i made them. and blue was just joining in, asking so many questions about me. i desperately tried to ignore it, wishing for some headphones, or at least to be put in a room far, far away from them.
after an hour of being on my own, dream burst into the room, a tired, forced smile on his face.
“y/n! come on, we’re going,” we sighed, trying his best to keep his normal bubbly energy up.
“what even happened?” i asked as he dragged my arm lightly.
“we’ll discuss this next time,” ink spoke calmly, clearly with ruffled feathers.
“there’s nothing more to discuss.” dream said sternly, ending the conversation- you could cut the atmosphere with a knife.
when we got home i was still very confused, as always.
“what was that all about?” i asked, while dream held me, he had told me before that my presence alone can calm him down, so i think that’s what he needed right now.
no response.
“dream?” i questioned again, waiting for an answer.
5 minutes of silence went by before he stated,
“they want to take you away from me.”
“what?” i didn’t know how to feel, or what to say, dream was trying his hardest to stay calm and remain in a happy place, yet the way he was acting was eerie.
“but i’m not going to let them do that, you’re never leaving me. i promise.”
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freminet-writings · 6 months
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I’d like to request please! And I don’t mind the quality! You can never get better if you never try! 🥰 What about something sweet maybe with an older young lady? I want to ask for smut but I’m really not sure :/ I know it called him “young man” so I’d like to think he’s at least 18. And feel free to come on my page and request if you’d like anything too! 💋 Good luck to you! 🍀 Have fun here and welcome!
in this freminet is 19 and reader is 23/24 you can imagine whichever, i hope that's not considered too weird?
set during 4.1 archon quest, i didn't write smut for it bc i felt like it didn't fit with the mood with the whole he almost died and it's a bit too public lol but i will write another part with some if you want
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after you and clorinde rescued freminet from the primordial water under the prison, you decided to stay back and watch him and the twins, even though he was alive and would be fine, you couldn't help but feel worried for him
you've met freminet a couple of times now, even though he was always shy and awkward and seemed to wanna run away at every opportunity, he slowly got used to you overtime, and even approached you on his own, even showing affection at times
you couldn't help but start gaining feelings for the boy, he was too adorable to resist, and his blush when he accidentally touched you or when he hugs you made you giddy
his siblings left the room to eat and hang out with the traveler and paimon, leaving you to tend after him, you didn't mind, you wanted some alone time with him anyway
but he seemed more awkward than usual, being unable to sleep for multiple reasons, you moved over to his bed and watched as he tensed up
"freminet? are you alright?" you spoke in a soft tone, placing a hand on his thigh comfortingly, but that only seemed to make him more nervous
he bit his lip and tried not to look at you "I'm fine" he mumbled "it's just... everything that happened today, it really...scared me" he looked almost embarrassed to admit it
you wrapped your arm around him, hoping to comfort him even just a bit "i understand, something like that is terrifying, I can't blame you for still feeling scared"
"it's..." freminet sighed and decided to come out with it "can i tell you something? and you promise not to hate me?
you nodded without hesitation, scooting closer to him as he took a deep breath "it's not just that, that scared me, do you want to know the last thing i thought about before i fainted?"
you nodded again, listening intently "i thought about lyney and lynette, father, master childe...and you, for some reason, i couldn't get you out of my head, i was thinking, would you be sad if i never came back? would you not care? and...do you feel the same way about me?"
your eyes widened slightly, your hand finding a gentle grip on his thigh as he continued "i couldn't stop thinking about how you'd feel, and what would happen if i got out of there, i thought to myself...if i get out of here, i should tell her, because... I'm scared that I'll be too cowardly like always and miss my chance, I'm just being stupid, right? there's no way a woman like you could love me anyway" he mumbled the last part
you couldn't help but laugh at that, was he really so oblivious? you brought him closer and engulfed him in a tight, warm hug, running your hand through his hair, you couldn't see it but you knew he was blushing and beginning to tear up
"y/n...?" he spoke so quietly you almost couldn't hear him, you moved back and held his face in his hands "you're not stupid, freminet, of course i love you, I'd be blind not to, you're so sweet to me, overall... you're just perfect for me" you didn't want to push him, but you can't help but move your focus to his lips
he seems to have the same idea, his eyes cast downward and he bit his lip "can i...can we, uh...kiss?" he said quietly and his face blushed, you giggled and leaned forward, kissing him softly
he couldn't even begin to describe how this made him feel, it felt like he was in celestia, like he was being kissed by a goddess, a beautiful, kind, and loving goddess
he wrapped his arms around your neck, letting his mouth open to let you slide your tongue in, making him feel even better, you pushed him down a little, and he moaned, his hand gripping onto your forearm
he couldn't help but press against you, loving how you felt on top of him, he thought that you wouldn't like him like that, feeling that he was young and inexperienced that you'd want somebody who had done more, but the way your tongue caressed every inch of his mouth made him know otherwise
you stopped after what felt like hours, his eyes were wide and he was left panting, you kept your hand through his hair, cuddling close to him as he finally felt good enough to sleep
and if lyney and lynette saw anything that night, they pretended as if nothing happened :)
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Hellooo! So I have been lurking on your page for a bit and finally worked up the courage to give a promot idea. Villain finding Hero delirious and in some alleyway and hero won't tell who hurt them, until sidekick shows up for hero and hero freaks. (I seriously don't see enough sidekick being the whumper-)
BLESS YOU ANON I LOVE YOU
They didn’t know what caught their attention about the alleyway at first. Villain was just walking past it when something snagged their eye, made them turn around. Still, it took a good thirty seconds of squinting and cursing both their instincts and their poor night vision before they spotted the thing that didn’t belong.
A small form, slumped against the wall and shifting slightly in a motion that seemed to be breathing.
Villain once again cursed their brain. This was an odd area, sure, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any homeless people pitching in the alleys for the night.
And yet a small sound carried in the still air, a faint, pained wheezing. Villain frowned and walked forward. If their darned conscience made them give Hero yet another anonymous tip of people in crisis they were going to scream.
As they walked into the alley, they tried to keep their footsteps as soft as possible while still letting the person know about their presence. Whoever it was flinched, wheezing breaths picking up slightly.
“Who are you?” Villain whispered, a menacing husk in their voice.
The person whined, mumbling something incoherent and shuffling vaguely from their collapsed position. Something in that voice was…familiar, though. Almost unsettling.
Villain mumbled a curse and flipped on their dimmest light they carried with them, fingering their weapon just in case.
They gasped at the same time as the figure flinched harshly, both of them moving back.
“…Hero?” Villain asked softly.
They almost didn’t believe it. Hero was entirely folded over on the ground, uniform ripped and splotchy with blood. Any exposed skin was covered in deep purple and still blooming red bruises and welts.
Their chin was tucked down to their chest, arms up and cradling their head protectively. It was like they expected whatever assault they had been through to continue at any moment.
Villain almost flicked the light off. Almost walked away. They had a conscience, sure, but not so far as to stay in the situation. At least, never before. They were a runner. That’s what they did. They fled and left the situation for someone else to deal with. So why were they moving to kneel beside Hero.
“Please…” Hero’s voice came out in a croaky whisper, like they had already spent it all.
Villain reached out to touch Hero’s shoulder, earning a flinch that drove them impossibly closer to the dirty brick wall of the alley.
“Who did this to you?” Villain asked, suddenly enraged. What monstrosity looked at Hero, who was good and kind and helped everyone, even to the point of self sacrifice, and thought that they deserved to be anywhere near this hurt?
Hero gasped in a shuddering breath, and Villain realized they were whispering something, and endless litany, almost prayerful in its desperation. “Please please don’t hurt me please I’ll—I, I’ll be good, I won’t tell, please leave me alone please don’t, please—”
Villain’s jaw set as an unprecedented fire cemented into their bones. Oh, no, they wouldn’t be walking away from this one.
They gently pried Hero’s arms off of their head, cupping the masked face in their palms and tilting it towards them.
Their face, too, was a cacophony of bruises, lips swollen and split from being hit over and over again. Mask ripped at the corner with blood weeping from the wound, intermingling with Hero’s own tears that drenched their cheeks. Their eyes were droopy, half closed.
“Hero. Hero, look at me,” Villain breathed, jostling their head slightly. Oh, heavens, did they need a hospital? Villain couldn’t go there with them. “Hero.”
Their lashes fluttered as their eyes flew open. Yet they stared past Villain, fixed on something that wasn’t there, at least not anymore, as tears rose to further cloud them.
“Please no…” Hero mouthed at the invisible horror they were seeing.
Villain glanced behind them to ensure there wasn’t someone there after all. Only shadows. They shivered nonetheless.
“Hero, who do you see?”
At this angle they could see even more wounds spattering Hero’s torso. A dent in their ribs where there shouldn’t be one (was that why their breaths where so raspy?), bruises etched deeply into the sensitive skin of their neck. Overlapping handprints, pressed down hard again and again. Villain swallowed drily.
“Who do you see?” They were practically begging now.
Hero’s brow ruffled, eyes focusing blearily for just a moment. “Villain…?”
“Yes,” was all they could manage.
Hero’s throat clicked when they tried to swallow. They winced in pain, blinking back the delirium creeping back into their eyes. Something was dripping blood into their forehead. “You, you need to go.”
“What?” Villain’s grip on their face tightened slightly, loosening again instantly at the flash of terror in Hero’s eyes. “No, Hero, you need to tell me who did this to you.”
Something tensed in Hero’s face, and they seemed almost venomous when they spat out a “no.”
Villain blinked, and when Hero jerked their face out of Villain’s hold, they let them. It seemed to pull on Hero’s wounds though, and they made a strangled yelp, falling back in on themselves and shuddering with sobs.
Villain muttered a curse, jumping when Hero jerked back.
“Plea—please, it, it, it hurts,” Hero hissed. Villain almost thought that Hero had forgotten they were there all of a sudden, overwhelmed by the pain, but their voice raised just a little then. “Villain—”
“I’m here,” they brushed their fingers over Hero’s forehead. “What can I do?”
“Get away from them,” a voice snarled from the front of the alley. Villain jumped back, spinning to face them, weapon jumping into their hand.
“Sidekick!” They didn’t get another word in before Sidekick was upon them, a flurry of motion.
Seconds later they had Sidekick at a stalemate, fuming and weaponless.
“Listen, it wasn’t me,” Villain gasped, moving to gesture towards Hero.
In that movement though, they saw the state that Hero was in, and it was very different than mere moments before. And very, very bad.
Hero was scrambling to shove themselves against the brick, even as they cried out against the aggravation to their wounds. Their eyes were wide, whites visible even in the dark, fixed solely on Sidekick. Their tears were starting anew. And then they started shrieking.
“No nononono please, please, Sideki—please I’m sorry I’m sorry please don’t hhh—” And their sobs turned their yelling incoherent.
Villain’s vision turned red. They shifted in between Hero and Sidekick, weapon poised. “Sidekick,” they said very carefully, dangerously, “why is Hero saying that?”
“They don’t even know what they’re saying.” Sidekick’s voice was shaking, thick with anger. Hero had gone still at the sound of it, just before their disjointed thrashing resumed in earnest.
Sidekick rushed a few steps forward, and Hero screamed and sobbed and begged, cowering behind Villain’s protection. And Villain seethed.
“Don’t come any closer,” they snarled. “You don’t deserve to be within a mile of them.”
Sidekick barked a laugh. “That coming from a villain! You’re clearly just trying to pin your crimes on me.”
Another heartbreaking sob came from Hero, a tearful please please please.
Villain’s jaw creaked from how hard they grit their teeth. “Get out of my sight. Or I’ll skewer you here and now.” Their powers flickered dangerously around them, so close to raging unleashed.
Sidekick stared at them, and Villain stared back, rage against rage, and for once, it wasn’t Villain who ran away.
When they did leave the alley, it was with Hero scooped up in their arms, limp and muttering, but safe. Safe from, horrifically, the one meant to have their back, to always be by their side. Safe from the one who hurt them to the point of begging delirium. And the next time Villain saw Sidekick, they swore with all the fire in their blood that only one of them would be walking away.
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the young prince slowly woke up in dhorks HQ "cant a kid relax?" he whimpers
there, in front of him, was agent 2. "well, well, well. what've we got here?" she said to him. "you should really keep an eye on yourself out here. capturing you was easy as pie." she scoffed.
((sorry that i took long to respond, i just couldn't do it just then. i saw it as soon as you sent it lol))
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PRETTY BOY'S.
Macaque x male reader! [heavily inspired off of decora fashion!!1! I wrote this out pure fluff and comfort because i wasn’t feeling the best. Sorry i got lazy towards the end i hope you still enjoy!!!]
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"why am I doing this again?" Macaque sighed under his breath, feeling you lightly dab the brush covered in eye shadow against his closed eyelids, his brow twitched as you do, not really expecting the feeling even though he knows what you're doing.
"Because you love me." a sly smile plastered your face hearing a soft grumble leave his throat as you dabbed a bit more shadow to the lower part of his eye, giving them some what of a curve.
"and because you agreed too, so basically you did this to yourself man." grabbing a smaller brush, you dipped it into a darker color than the one before, the idea to blend into the corner of his eyes to give it like a cartoonish like shadow."Im surprised you agreed to this."
"I don't know why I did, im starting to regret my decision..." Macaque confessed a bit of attitude laced his voice. feeling you move away from his face, he laid his head in his palm, massaging the new forming soreness in his temple.
"Awwww, why?" you pouted, adding a thin layer of blush to his cheeks, your intent was to joke, but from the corner of your eye, you saw his brows furrow together and watch him huff out an annoyed cloud of smoke from his nose, feeling the warm gust around your wrist , sending a slight shiver under your skin.  your smile turned into a frown quickly, worried you may have unintentionally made your friend upset.
you open your mouth to ask but macaque beat you to it first.
"I feel like you aren't taking this seriously. your not up to something are you?" the demon  monkey accused, pointing a finger at your direction, his brows furrow hard enough the skin on his head started to wrinkle.
you stare at his closed eyes for a second, a small awkward atmosphere formed between you and Macaque, you were a bit surprised he would accuse you of doing something bad as to do something so small as like putting makeup on, but shake you it off, maybe he thinks your going to prank him like Mei and MK do. You've seen what they been up too, and you would be worrisome as well.
"have you known me to be up to evil schemes? Im a bit offended you think of me so lowly." you place a hand over your chest taking your heartbreak before you quietly chuckling to yourself. Hoping to lighten up his paranoia mood with a bit of a dramatic jokers act, which fortunately in your favor, seemed to work a bit as you swatch him struggle to force his grin down.
you smile yourself, gathering up the few makeup palettes and products you used, feeling that you've put enough makeup on his face for now.
"you should know my relationships are not build on trust." Macaque mumbled into his hand, his golden eye's slowly open, his vision blurry at first  but quickly adjusting to his surrounding's. his eye's landed on you as he watched you gather your stuff not really expecting a response, so he was quite shocked when he heard your voice, nonetheless the word's that come out of your mouth.
"I mean, you must trust me a little bit. you let me do this." your own eye's met his widen ones as you gestured to your handful of makeup then to him, your smile never leaving, in fact it turned more mischievous, sticking your tongue out playfully at him.
"Now can you put your hair? fur? up please, I need to get something real quick." you asked handing him a purple hairband that had a star charm on it, that seemed to be conveniently in your pocket.
The monkey gave you a look of uncertainty before taking it gently from you hand, watching you as you walk out of the room to get what ever you were looking for.
Macaque put the band between his teeth as he started to grab locks of his hair deciding to put it up loosely, his mind on your words. He never really thought about it, usually he is scared to trust people, to let them into his life, but at some point he let you in without realizing it, what was it about you that he could trust?
"you can look at your makeup if you want! there's a mirror on my dresser! Don't go snooping!"
Shaking his head out of his own trance, Macaque looked the door way were you left, seeing you rummage threw the bathroom cabinet from across the hall, a pile full of something rested against the sink, He quirked a brow not realizing a small smile was curling onto his feature.
Tail flipping, the demon got up from his crossed position and headed to your dresser in the corner of the room, finding it strange you don't have a full length mirror in your room, but hey, everybody has their quirks y'know?
full heartedly expecting  some sort of purposeful train wreck, Macaque was surprised when he picked up the hand mirror, to see the makeup done well. light mixed with dark purple shadow curved his eye's in away that almost make's them look droopy, giving the golden color of his eye's a bright pop, and what he was assuming was probably the blush gave his cheeks more color to them.
He felt good.
He felt quite pretty.
Coming back into the room you find Macaque looking into your small hand mirror, his eye's seemed to sparkle but you weren't sure if it was from the reflection of the mirror or the physical serotonin you can see boosting off of him.
"Heh, okay hot shot come here for a moment then you can go back to making out with yourself."
He glanced at you for a moment before putting the mirror back down on the dresser.
"Bend down a bit, your a fucking big monkey."
Rolling his eyes Macaque doing as you asked, was startled a bit when you grabbed bits of his hair, going to protest on what were you doing, he notices the variety of pastel colored hair clips  you held, some having bow's, others having charms the others plain with different designs on them, one of them catching his eye was shaped as a strawberry.
Ah. that must've been the pile he saw on the edge of the sink.
"Their, done. what do you think?" you asked a smile stretched on your features as you back away from the demon's face once again.
Macaque standing back up, reached for the hand mirror behind him as you watch him with excitement, which soon turns into nervousness as quite moments pass, with him still looking into the mirror, a emotion on his face you cant read.
"d-do you like it?" you stuttered, scratching the back of your neck , your throat tightening with worrisome, thinking your friend doesn't like it, what if he HATES it, what if he hate's YOU now-
your eye's met Macaque's as he looked up from the mirror, the makeup and hair decora really fitting together with his features, the look in his eye's were soft, the color of them almost like a warm honey color now.
"I....I love it.." the demon said.
something clicked in his head, trust. he knows why he trusts you. He trusts you because you make him feel good, you make him feel happy with your annoyingly chipper attitude, he's not really sure why this has made him open up to you but it has, you have made him feel something special. your something special to him.
He watches as your body deflates as you let out a sigh of relief.
"Oi.... don't freak me out like that you shart!" you laughed, the lump in your throat disappearing as you let out another sigh.
"Im glad you like it, i wasn't sure if you would so this was just a random throw but it turned out well and im glad-"
"Can I try to do this on you..?" Macaque asked hesitantly[not caring he interrupted your nervous blabbing], pointing at his new makeup feature's.
you raised your brows in surprise for a moment, not expecting the question at all, but you beam softly at the monkey demon, giving him a warm feeling in his chest.
"of course!"
BONUS:
"Meeeeiiiii im telling you it really did happen!" MK whined at his best friend, who was currently giving all her attention to her phone, seeing what the latest news's has to offer about anything bad happening to the city.
"MK how do you expect me to believe Redson, DEMON BULL KING'S CHILD, saved you from the inner crack's that lead down to the earth's deathly lava pit core? Without any evidence?" Mei sighed lightly, not being able to believe his story, the earth cracking to it's blazing core? maybe. Redson helping the MK? Let alone saving him? That's less believable than Sun Wu Kong's excuses to... really anything.
"MEI, THEY LITERALLY HELPED US BEAT LADY BONE DEMON, THEY HELPED YOU CONTROL THE SAMADHI FIRE MEi pl e ase-" MK deflated defeatedly on his best friend
"She's right kid, it's a little hard to believe that the child of the Demon bull king would help out anyone." Pigsy said scratching the back of his neck, trying to hold back his mischievous grin, leaning his body leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, watching the the hero slowly get louder confused why his friend's weren't believing him.
any other time he would stop MK from getting worked up but today has been slow, and he want's some entertainment. he chuckles to himself before he see's  from the corner of his eye you standing at the entrance door, noticing your extra flare of hairclips, and makeup today, realizing it as, what he thinks is Decora kei, he's heard of it from Chang'e cooking channel, she has talked about how it is one of her favorite style's to explore.
What he wasn't expecting was the shadow demon himself to also be decorated in many hair clips and makeup,  standing in his entrance door, with you, holding your hand?!
Pigsy watched how Macaques face soften as you talked to him, how the edgy evil dark demon monkey was wearing pastel decora in his hair and seem genuinely happy to be talking with you.
Pigsy has one thing to say about that.
Good for him.
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I wrote this and then realised it sounds like Regulus wrote it for James so here you go!
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flowers-for-the-grave · 11 months
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Woes Of A Thieving Parent
The child just wouldn't sleep.
Scott had awoken from his slumber for the umpteenth time that night to the sound of a wailing goblin baby. He threw the covers back and his feet slipped onto the cold floor of his manor. Shuffling forwards, he reached for his trusty jacket hung up nearby and his signature fedora. Now he was dressed (well enough), Scott left the confines of his room.
He had given the kid its own room. The point of this was to have it be somewhere else so he wouldn't have to hear it screaming constantly. But that plan had flopped almost immediately. Now pretty much the entirety of Chromia could hear the small goblin child cry out in the midst of the night.
Scott was not parenting material.
Why couldn't fWhip deal with his own population burst? Scott found himself cursing Goblands under his breath as he gently nudged open the door to the child's room.
The goblin child had its arms and legs waving in the air, kicking and reaching out for hands that would never hold them. Its ears were tilted downwards as opposed to the usual upward point of most goblin ears.
He drowsily approached the child's crib and picked up the baby. How was he meant to hold a baby again? Scott had been to many places in the past and stayed with many people. At least one time he had lived temporarily with newly-made parents and a young baby. He barely recalled the way that both parents had cradled their baby and rocked it back and forth.
Maybe he could try that?
Scott gingerly shifted the baby's position in his arms to something reminiscent of what he had seen during his days of travelling. The baby's wails were still ear-splittingly loud, but slightly more bearable. He rocked the baby back and forth gently. What else had those parents done when he lived with them? Sing it a lullaby?
Oh. Oh they did do that.
Scott's dignity was going to die tonight, wasn't it?
Hesitant, Scott began to mumble a lullaby under his breath. It was one he somewhat remembered. One from his childhood. He couldn't recall who exactly it had been to sing it to him, but the voice sang alongside his own as he repeated it to this child.
At least the child's screaming was quieter. Now instead of screaming and crying at the top of their lungs, the goblin child babbled faintly. They made grabby hands and poked Scott's cheeks as he sang. Resisting the urge to pull away, he kept singing.
It took him a moment to realise the child had stopped screaming.
The child had nuzzled their head into Scott's chest and was babbling jovially. Eventually the young goblin's head dipped down further as slumber finally overtook them.
He did it. Scott got the child to sleep.
With a silent cheer, Scott placed the goblin child back in its crib. The child's breath hitched from the sudden loss of warmth. Its tiny green body shivered.
Scott sighed in defeat as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around the goblin child. Was the term swaddled?
If he had ever thought of handing the goblin child off to his people, he certainly wouldn't be able to go through with it. The child's hands gripped his jacket tightly and its ears were finally tilted up in the usual sign of contentment. Even more, the goblin child almost seemed similar to Scott, despite the difference in species. The goblin baby's eyes had taken on a mild teal hue, with one eye ever so slightly yellow around its pupils.
Damn it. This was his kid now, wasn't it?
Scott never thought he could be a parent. The option was never really available. Not when he was constantly on the move. Constantly running, whether it be from the consequences of his actions or even the law. Back then, he only ever wanted to travel and 'collect' things from everywhere.
Love never crossed his mind. Mainly because he knew he'd screw up. Betray them, cheat on them, steal from or scam them, run out on them in the dead of night. Or he would abandon them at the smallest hint of misfortune. There had been many instances from the past when Scott had left behind a multitude of lovers because of his desire for adventure and his cowardice.
Children were new to him. The prospect of now having a child to raise, on his own no less, was alien to him. He had always turned away at the prospect of kids. The best he could do was tell tales of his adventures to the children of whichever village or town he resided in.
The child's eyes fluttered open for a milisecond, and they smiled at him with a naivety and joyful innocence only a kid could have.
Scott hesitated. Then before he could second-guess himself, he pressed a small kiss to the goblin child's forehead.
He wanted to leave the room. To go back to bed.
But just in case the child woke up again, Scott wanted to be nearby.
So he slept on the floor. For the sake of his child. Not because he wanted to ensure it was safe throughout the night.
Scott got comfy on the cold floor and removed his fedora, clutching it tight against his chest.
He would figure out the whole parenting thing eventually.
He still hadn't given the child a name, had he?
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ihatebnha · 2 years
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who do you think is the most obsessive when it comes to their partners? i think the top of my list would be deku totes oblivious he’s doing it he has like tons of journals just based on u
Questions like this always make me laugh cuz *victoria justice voice* I think they're ALL obsessive. That being said, how exactly are we defining obsessive, though? For this, I'm just gonna go w/ "obsessed😍"
Anyway... Deku OBVIOUSLY, like you said, and not just w/ journals ("y/n made _ for dinner today") but like. drawings of you, too. Whenever he has a spare moment and a pencil, be it in meetings, or even on the phone, you're the first thing he sketches out. Or it's the outfit you were wearing when he last saw you. Or the activity you were doing, like a little doodle of your sunscreen bottle or... idk. Your morning drink.
He leaves that shit around the house, too. You're constantly stumbling across sticky notes with your face on them cuz he forgot to pack up his work stuff.
Bakugo is also obsessive... but more in the way of like... looking up your location. He doesn't even care where you are or what you're doing... he just wants to know. And it's funny cuz someone will walk in his office and the map will be up on his desktop... and even though he's hardly paying attention to it (except to refresh every 20 minutes) it's almost as if he's like. on a date with you except from far away LOL.
He'll also like... text you about it throughout the day or ask how your Starbucks was even if you didn't tell him you went. Also I feel like he always needs to drive you to + from everywhere.
And Todoroki is obsessive because he's the one who constantly wants to be on video call with you. Not even talking really but like. just being there and listening and/or watching whatever it is you're doing while he does his own thing.
It's funny in a way too, cuz Dabi is also kinda like that, actually. Not so much w/ speaking but... in how he always wants to texts. Even though he sucks at it.
"sup" + "hey whats up?" + "nothing wbu" + "oh i'm _" + "cool. wyd now?" + "the same thing?" + "oh ok nice. wb now?"
Like... lmao. And now that I think about it... Shiggy is worse because he's like Sho and Dabs COMBINED. His stupid little face peaking out of your pocket at the grocery store complaining about how he can't see what you're buying or who you're talking to. The cashier, you bung nut.
Lmao also Shinso. Obsessive in the "I need to participate in all your hobbies" way. Can't watch a TV show by yourself without him watching it the next day, too. Can't start an art project without him needing to sit there all sleepy next to you. Even go for a walk, or it's "let me put my socks on."
;jaosdfjasdjf idk. I think they all have something. Kirishima's is that he's always gotta be touching you in some way. Even if that means touching feet in a restaurant.
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Omega!Steve would be the biggest brat ever. The closer he gets to his heat the worse it would get. This is a big reason why Nancy and him split. For a long time he regards himself as a broken Omega because he can’t just be soft and pliant like everyone expects of him. Then he meets Eddie, who couldn’t give a shit less about the expectations of other people. Steve has to do a manual reboot when he says something snarky to Eddie and Eddie just grins and flips it back at him instead of being displeased.
ABO MY BELOVED
Before Steve was with Nancy, he never saw anything really wrong with himself. Yeah, he was a male Omega. Rare, he didn't pubically fit any of the stereotypes and he reveled in that.
Then, He got with Nancy. Steve hadn't really done an actual relationship before, a few drunk hookups yeah, but never dating. Despite that, he didn't think he'd do anything really wrong.
Steve liked to push, it was fun. He didn't want to just do whatever his Alpha said, at least without a fight. He likes the feeling of being forced into his place. He likes the Acting out knowing there would be a punishment or something.
Their relationships fine, then a few months pass, and instead of atleast humor in Nancys words when she responds to his actions, there's annoyance and actual scolding. When they have sex for the first time, he smirks and argues, teases her. Nancy almost made them completely stop.
His heats the big hitter, there's an increase in snarky remarks from Steve. Nancy uses his cords on him and he honestly doesn't remember much afterwards. It doesn't end well, it's a week before the Halloween party. Then, Nancy calls him bullshit and gets a better omega.
He sees how Byers is. Then he just knows that he's broken.
He isn't just some spitfire headstrong omega, he's a mistake. A toy to be discarded because it's malfunctioned. He thought the Alphas in highschool simply were to afraid to court him, now he wonders why they'd even think about that.
Eddie comes along, it's like a hurricane of confusing emotions for Steve. Eddie's an Alpha, something Steve already felt nervous about. When Steve made his first bratty remark to Eddie, he freezes. Expecting to immediately get shot down and scolded but-
Instead Eddie just looks at him with lidded eyes. Licking his lips as he leans into Steve's space and tells him that he really makes a beautiful brat.
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Vox Machina - Y/N Falls Unconscious During A Battle
Percy
Jumps into action in an immediate attempt to catch you
Calls your name repeatedly
Holds you in one arm and shoots with the other until the battle is over
Gently shakes you every now and then
“Come on now. This is no time to sleep.”
Continues the fight, keeping you close
Remains in a panic until you wake
Vex’halia
Sees you fall and does not realize the severity at first
Continues her attacks, looking for you to come back up
Asks for cover as she makes her way toward you
Panics when she sees your unmoving form
Sighs in relief at your breathing
Drags you into a covered spot and stays with you until the battle is over
“Don’t worry me like that…”
Takes an item off you for “compensation”
You WILL have to chase her for it later
Pike
Was toward the front lines when it happened and did not know you had fallen unconscious
When the majority of the battle is done, does a head count
Notices your weapon peeking out behind something and rushes over
Kneels beside you, checking you over for the injury that did this to you
Lays your head on her lap and awaits the end of the battle
Healing you slowly
“Your hair is softer than I thought.”
Vax’ildan
Was in the heat of the battle when you lost consciousness
Continues his attacks and remains unaware for a while
Wants to flex a big kill at you, but can’t seem to find you
Goes into a worried frenzy in trying to find you
Finds you unconscious and immediately checks if you’re breathing
Uses his daggers as long distance as he sticks close to you
“You were supposed to see that kill, Y/N. …Now come back.”
Keyleth
Saw you collapse and is extremely concerned
Rushes to you in a tiger form and slays whatever hurt you
Nudges you and defends you while the others take on the rest of the fight
Is muttering and talking to you the whole time
“Y/N?  Uh… Don’t worry.  I got you.”
Will be anxious until you awake
Will nearly knock you out again in a tackle hug
Grog
Is having way too much fun in the fight to notice much else
But always had a soft spot for you and Pike, so when fights are over, he inspects the both of you
Doesn’t see you, so he starts wandering, calling your name
Sees your unconscious form and picks you up
Has a puppy face as he takes you toward Pike
“I think they’re ok…can we fix them?”
Will carry you until you’re conscious
Scanlan
Is mid-song when out of the corner of his eye, he sees you fall
Calls out “Scanlan’s Hand” and makes his way toward you in a hurry, stumbling off the hand as he heads toward you
Uses the hand to shield you both from danger
“I can’t carry you, but I got you covered.”
Eventually clambers onto the hand to help out in the fight
Keeps you covered until the end of the fight
Definitely jokes that you said you loved him in your sleep afterward
Never tells you how much he worried about you in that moment
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