#tbh this idea came while doing lab work

[nee-biter]

I need more stuff about Miguel x Peter x MJ x Reader😭😭 (fills my need for a polyamorous relationship :') )

Poly relationship Headcanons | Miguel x Peter B x MJ x Reader

a/n: Me when I accidentally became a polyamorous relationship promoter/advocate 🫣 Thanks for the requestttt <33

SFW

MIGUEL IS IN LOVE WITH YOU

He always has been, ever since you first mumbled an 'I love you' while half-asleep and cradled in his arms that one morning. He woke you up just to tell you he loves you too.

Marrying you was only natural, since you complete him and he was the only one to understand you, too. When Miguel looks at your eyes, the only thing he wants is to get lost in them forever. You being his wife is something he'd always boast and mention in the PA system in Spider Society tbh (not because he was a lonely oldie before u 💔) but because he's happy you're with him in everything he does. Your presence as he works, as he hyperfixates about the multiverse, as he eats, as he sleeps, has made his life ultimately better.

MJ HAS A CRUSH ON YOU

She started having butterflies in her stomach for you at such an inconvenient time—before getting married (for a second time) with Peter B. You were there beside her, helping her breathe in and out when she doubted Peter B would even be at the end of the aisle.

She could've sworn that your eyes sparkled in that blue dress you wore as her maid of honor. She almost made the stupid move of kissing you as you were comforting her, but that must've been the wedding jitters, right? Right? (She realized she was wrong when she returned from her honeymoon and palpitated when she saw you in a dazzling outfit).

PETER B THINKS YOU'RE COOL

Not as cool as his wife (obviously), but he absolutely enjoys your company. When you visit his and MJ's house to babysit Mayday or to have a chat with his wife (or him, though not as often), your good vibes spread throughout the house. Peter considers you a reliable confidant.

When him and MJ were running out of ideas on how to feed Mayday vegetables, you came up with a solution to hide them under a heap of rice. When Peter was having trouble thinking of what to give MJ after an argument, you suggested he just apologized clearly and authentically, and everything would work out. Peter starts getting suspicious of you, though, and why you know so much about his wife.

How did you four decide you wanted to be in a relationship with each other?

Honestly, you have Peter to thank for that. He realized that his wife's feelings for you were getting stronger by the day and that your feelings for her were getting harder to ignore every double date night. He didn't think it was bad—on the contrary, he just wanted you two to confess, so you could talk negotiations.

At one point, Peter just asked outright, "Do you guys have a thing for each other?" And you two laughed like crazy while him and Miguel were like ??😫??

The answer was yes.

For Miguel and you, it didn't affect your relationship in its entirety. But he was a bit pouty. "Am I not enough for you? Is there something I'm lacking?" was his mantra at the start of it, but you had to reassure him that this wasn't true. You're always open and transparent with him, which made him trust your judgement. Also, you give him more kisses to stop him from sulking a lot 🫶

For Miguel and Peter, it made them a bit awkward at first, before Miguel realized that no other spider-person checks up on him or dotes on him as much as Peter B does. Peter B always left small offerings for Miguel when he worked late at night in the 2099 lab. "I brought you a blanket me and Mayday crocheted. Don't forget to rest, big guy! Sleep on the floor if you have to. Better than not sleeping at all." Miguel keeps all the notes Peter leaves him.

For MJ and Peter, it was more of a 'how-to-explain-this-to-Mayday-thing,' Especially, if Mayday was at that stage where she would be able to tell what kissing, what romance, and the like could look like. Neither of them were that worried though. "I mean, honey, Mayday sees a lot of insane stuff in Spider Society all the time~!!" Peter B would argue.

For MJ and Miguel, it brought them a bit closer, considering they had more in common now. MJ hoped that it wouldn't be so weird for Miguel, but every now and then, she says something like this: "So, your wife tastes good— I mean, your wife's cooking tastes good! Her pork carnitas are amazing. Yes, that's what I meant. Sorry." "Be honest, that's not what you meant."

For you and Peter, it definitely opened up more bonding opportunities. Despite you four dating, you and him always think of each other as besties; which is why you both peer pressure your two lovely, more reserved spouses to stuff like kayaking, boat rides, halloween trick-or-treating. "Hey, do you think MJ and Miguel would be cool with going to an adult playground for brunch?" "IDK, Will there be brunch?"

For you and MJ, it was basically extending your already-intimate friendship to even more intimacies. She cuddles!! A lot!! And you kiss her on the forehead, just as many times as she needs it!! Your relationship with her was an understanding one; she always initiates touch with you. "Baby, stay here for longer, please." "MJ, you're so cute, but Peter's like... right there"

RANDOM STUFF

In terms of cooking skills: You > Miguel = MJ > Peter B

MJ would bake for you! Cookies and bread for you to take home so you can munch on them when you and Miguel would watch movies and cuddle at the sofa at night.

Peter B would invite you and Miguel to picnics or beach outings with him and MJ!! He would always bring Mayday to play frisbee with him and Miguel, if ever it was a 👁family-safe👁 occasion

Miguel would ask MJ for help when it comes to surprising you for your birthdays. He understands that you're BIG on birthdays, so he needs all the help he can gets to make sure the day is extra-special for you!!! He'll dress up as a bunny just to make you smile 😞

SUPER MARIO PARTY and Peter B always chooses Bowser Jr.!!!! Miguel likes Donkey Kong "just because" and MJ picks Yoshi because he's silly-looking.

The first one in Spider Society to find out that the four of you were dating was Gwen. Because she was about to drop off the hair-dryer that she borrowed at your doorstep, only to see that Miguel and Peter kissed as he and MJ were leaving your house.

Gwen tried keeping the secret, buuuuuut she told Miles, who told Pav, who told Hobie, who told Margo, who told Noir, and at some point, Lyla just had to inform Miguel that the secret was out 🤓

In terms of who gives the best back massages: Miguel > Peter B = MJ > You

For everyone's sake, do not give a back rub.

The four of you love each other 🫶 and it's so evident in the way all four of you stay supportive in everything you guys do and in the way that you're all tender with each other's presence

Thank you for reading ✨ I'll upload an nsfw version if it's in demand (feel free to request)!!

#spiderparents #across the spider verse #spiderman atsv #miguel o'hara #mj parker #mary jane parker #peter b parker #peter benjamin parker #sfw fic #miguel o'hara x reader #i love them

[stillalittlelostngl]

Academic Rivals to Lovers(ish) - Gojo/Reader HCs

Inspired by the below tweet - didn't mention reader crying here but ya that probably ended up happening at some point lol. Are these HCs or just the outline of a story? Is there really a difference?

Also - I only had one lab in college that I always skipped so idk how those things go down and i only have the stories my friends would tell me to go off of. so there's that disclaimer. Also gojo is kinda classist

Being a first gen college student meant that you probably took your just a tad more seriously than your peers. You had your family counting on you to do well after all - for as long as you could remember your family had stressed the importance of academic success. They had been obsessed with the idea of you being the first in the family of blue collar working class folk to get into university and become a doctor or a lawyer or some paper pusher in an office. Hell they didn’t even complain when you said you might be interested in majoring in studio art or theater. They didn’t particularly care what you decided to study when you got there - they were just concerned with you getting in and doing well in whatever you studied. You didn’t entirely understand their insistence but it meant a lot to them and so it meant a lot to you by extension and you’d do your best to make them proud. 

You first noticed Gojo at orientation. You hadn’t learned much about him outside of him being some spoiled legacy student who had been raised with a silver spoon in his mouth and a family who had sent him to the best boarding schools money could buy. The jealousy had stung ngl - how was it fair that everything in life was handed to him while you and your parents were working double shifts to pay your tuition because the scholarships would never cover as much as the university was asking for

You didn’t think much of him. He came off as a loud and haughty air head and you just didn’t have time to entertain that sorta thing. 

Truthfully Gojo probably doesn’t even remember this first meeting - your face blended in with the rest of the incoming freshman class so easily and he’d never seen or heard your name before in his circle so you must not have been all that important 

Ultimately you decided to major in a pretty competitive field. The upperclassmen had told you horror stories about students fighting over internships and jobs in the labs, trying to sabotage each other's grades, cheating, etc. etc. It was a dog eat dog world you were entering but you had faith you could survive 4 years. They’d be over and done before you noticed.

Boy had you been wrong. The upperclassmen had been very tame with their description of what the next few years of your life would look like tbh. Countless sleepless nights filled with study sessions, researching and writing essays along with the cattiness of the student body that was constantly at each other’s throats and kissing professors’ asses to try and get ahead. You had put a target on your back after the first test was handed back - your peers had been pissed because by getting a perfect score on the test the teacher decided to not curve it. The one who seemed the most annoyed by this had been Gojo and he never let you forget it.

Honestly Gojo was pissed that someone was better than him at something - even if it was just one test during his first semester of uni. He was used to being on top and to be bested by someone like you left a sour taste in his mouth.

He couldn’t understand how you did it. Half the stuff on that test hadn’t even been discussed in class - this teacher was notorious for being difficult and not that good of a teacher so the class always relied on there being a curve. When he got his piss poor grade back he had been furious. It wasn’t as bad as some of his other classmates but it wasn’t the best. When he learned it was your fault he had that grade he became a man obsessed.

He had begun asking others about you that day and learned everything he could. Your background, your schedule, your study habits, what dorm you stayed in - he wanted to know all of it in hopes of cracking the code of how you bested him.

When he still couldn’t figure it out he tried approaching you - maybe you had an older student give you answers to all the tests for that class and perhaps you’d be generous enough to share.

“Oh well something the professor said during the lecture got me thinking so I kinda fell down a google rabbit hole to see what I could find. Just got lucky that it was on the test i guess”

And Gojo was pissed. Of course it had just been luck that allowed you to get the better of him. He wanted to laugh at himself for ever thinking differently. When you grades continued to go head to head with his each time assignments and tests came back he had to accept that maybe it wasn’t just luck 

The two of you became a source of entertainment to your classmates. They would make bets on which one of you would score higher. Gojo would do nothing but encourage it. Anytime he managed to get the top score he’d make sure to shoot you an irritating smirk and offer some faux condolences with a “maybe next time”. It never failed to get under your skin.

It was like everything he did was to try and annoy you. Hell even his appearance was enough to piss you off. Of course he's the type to wear sunglasses indoors - what a pretentious asshole. You usually didn’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing he bothered you but your friends would sure hear an earful of whatever it did that got you wound up on any given day. 

When the both of you had been paired as lab partners you were convinced you must've pissed off some deity in a past life or something. You couldn't imagine a worse fate than having to sit next to him for at least an hour every week. The lab required cooperation and while initially you had tried to spearhead the whole operation Gojo wasn’t about to take that sitting down.

It all came to a head one day when he was trying to tell you what you were doing wrong for an experiment (you weren’t doing anything wrong tbh he just wanted to see you get worked up)

“Look, if you have such an issue with me I can just ask the professor to assign us different partners. I’m not going to keep going back and forth with you like this.”

“I don’t have an issue with you - who said I had an issue with you?” 

“Please, since day one you judged me and have been acting like I’m too stupid to be here - you think I don’t hear what you and your little friends have been saying?”

Gojo wanted to deny it but knew you were right on the money. After that first test came back he had been so wrapped up in his anger that he said some…less than savory things about you to his friends and a few others who had been hanging around them. He knew folks talked but hadn’t expected it to get back to you. He isn’t sure why it felt like his stomach dropped when he found out you knew though. 

“Despite all your efforts to look down on me from your little pedestal I’m still doing just as good as you are. You being an asshole isn’t going to change that.” 

You left shortly after - uncaring if it meant you’d do poorly on the graded lab but you couldn’t stand to be there around him anymore. He could have this win if it meant you wouldn’t have to be stuck in his presence for a moment longer. 

Gojo’s a pretty out of touch guy so you confronting him kinda sparked some introspection on his end (or about as much introspection as he’s capable of). The following days had him acting differently - a bit quieter than normal and he would discourage classmates from making bets or egging you on with the little competition the two of you had going. You almost felt bad - maybe calling him an asshole was taking it too far? It’s not like you hadn’t spoken shit about him to your friends either after all. 

You were dreading the next lab. In all your other classes you could avoid him and sit on opposite sides of the lecture hall. The lab would have you forced to interact for at least 60 minutes and you could only imagine how awful that was going to go. 

You were surprised when he started the lab off with an apology - in the few years you had somewhat known him you’d never known him to be one to apologize to anyone and you’d never dream he’d be apologizing to you of all people. 

He doesn’t go into heavy detail any you don’t ask him to but you learn that he’s also under a lot of pressure from his family. Everyone in his immediate and extended family have gone on to do great things and his family is constantly pressing him to do even better than they did - he got caught up and ended up taking his frustration out on you. 

You find yourself apologizing too. You had been judgemental of him from the start too and played into the competition more than you’d like to admit. 

The lab had gone on pretty smoothly after that - you two were one of the first groups done since you weren’t bickering between each other. As you were packing up to leave Gojo asked if you’d like to study with him sometime for an upcoming final. You were a bit nervous about it but accepted anyways, excited that the two of you were turning over a new leaf and wondering where exactly this would go 

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in thee nsfw version y'all fucked in the study room like the depraved folks y'all are idk

#gojo hc #gojo headcanons #gojo x you #gojo saturo #jjk gojo #jujustu kaisen #jjk #jjk hcs #jjk x y/n #jjk fanfic #jjk headcanons #gojo saturo/you #gojo saturo x you #gojo saturo/reader #gojo saturo x reader #gojo/reader #gojo x reader #gojo/you #saturo/reader #saturo x reader #saturo/you #saturo x you #saturo gojo/you #saturo gojo/reader #saturo gojo x reader #saturo gojo x you #gojo satoru/reader #gojo satoru/you #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader

[bokatan]

4, 7, 14, and 18 for all

@fuzzydreamin [ edgy/misc OC ask meme ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ]

4: When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

Reed: it depends on the scenario, but typically fight- unless fighting is a very bad idea, which is where he’d be getting out of there.

Mercy: answered here!

Delta: There’s a 50/50 chance they’re either going to fight or freeze. They’re more likely to fight if it’s a person and more likely to freeze if it’s some sort of animal.

7: What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Reed: answered here!

Mercy: Well for starters- she's a ghoul and my fnv courier now rather than a quick name drop + vague figure in Reed's backstory lmao. I was initially going to just have her be a prewar character and I was going to have Reed unintentionally dig up some of her work in a few of the labs in Boston, but her RDR2 version is too well suited for FNV to pass up- so she got a little revamp and now she's like this. I did tweak her initial backstory a bit though- I was going to have her prewar work be involved with the robobrain facility in the Automatron DLC, but I opted to go with FEV instead because that just vibes with her a bit better. Her whole post-Enclave to FNV timeline is a newer addition too, I've been throwing those ideas around for a bit but that was a lot of time that I needed to work through lmao.

Delta: They actually haven't changed much! I still need to actually dig into their intro story and everything, but tbh they had a pretty solid personality + backstory from the start and a lot of what has changed has just been little things here and there- like their interest in power armor and their cats. I do eventually want to play around with them and some of the more horror-ish aspects of the Institute and with how the Railroad handles synths(specifically memory wipes), but that's something way down the line since I've got so much else to work through first.

14: How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

Reed: answered here!

Mercy: She either doesn't want to be perceived at all, or she wants to be seen as a potential threat. She's built up a bit of an aura that she happily wears like armor- she wants others to know that she's dangerous and that they need to respect her.

Delta: They want to be seen as a potential ally or friend; at the bare minimum they just don't want to be seen as a threat so they can avoid dealing with all of the synth hysteria and the harassment that typically goes along with it.

18: Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal?

I’m assuming this one means while fighting? That’s what I’m going with here.

Reed: He’s typically cold and detached; he’s good at emotionally removing himself from combat situations and he tends to keep that up, even when there’s a personal motive involved. There’s a lot going on mentally with this that I don’t feel like going really in-depth with, but it’s basically his way of justifying fights(especially while with the BOS) that he knows are wrong but he participates anyways

Mercy: It varies a ton by who she's fighting with, but in general she's either somewhere in-between the two or she's up close & personal. In regular combat she's typically more detatched, but the ones where it's personal and she's getting into her weird little justice complex? She's more than happy to switch to a bladed weapon and she's probably going to play around with them a bit if there's an opportunity.

Delta: I wouldn't necessarily say cold, but definitely detatched. Delta's not an inherently violent person, they just aren't the type to have any personal motive or desire to harm someone else. They'd rather not, but of course that's not always an option so they'd rather just get it over with as fast as possible.

#ask games #thank you!<3 #mercy tag #reed tag #delta tag

[fecto-forgo]

i need your know your thoughts on fecto elfilis in general bc i lovelovelove your interpretation from what ive seen and i wanna see More So So Bad

AKSYSKJSKS YOU!!! YOURE GONNA MAKE ME BLUSHHH ok ok elfilis thoughts lets seeee

-ive already said this before but i very much go w the interpretation their mind worked like the fermi paradox dark forest theory:theyre extremely paranoid of any other life forms and they see them as nothing but threats to their survival, so they exterminate whole planets therefore conquering them, the good in them was essentially overshadowed by their severe self preservation urges, their failed attack on the forgotten planet and resulting consequences also served as cementing their paranoia that other species are inherently dangerous

-their origins are completely unclear to them and theyve never met another of their own species, they simply came to be one day, tbh growing up as a planet warping alien without anyone to give you an idea of what a moral compass is and whos dangerous and whos not is probably the root cause of them growing terrified of everything and seeing everyone as threats and deciding that means everyone has to die before they can even think of hurting them

-elfilis personality is weird in my view? theyre on a weird line between conscious and having no self awareness, specially when attacking, if actually given a standard healthy environment to fully form it in theyd probably be a bit similar to a (tad mean) child mindset for a while, that did however not happen so their mind ended up splitting in two because it couldnt handle it together anymore after the lab experiments (ayy i found a way to work more plural metaphors into the split), ig in a way you could see forgo and elfilin as the two ways elfilis could have resulted, one grew up in the lab surrounded by people who saw them as a test subject and entertainment source w elfilis memories and the other actually got to bond with others and be treated well

-they did however when lucid (for lack of a better term) (i mean i already headcanon forgo as psychotic so lizzie probably was too) have a bit of an ego issue with being overly confident in how many successful invasions they had done, those were very much power and safety fantasies to them at times

-they can communicate normally w full sentences! thats a forgo exclusive issue having to do w its brain mal forming from the eternity capsule screwing with its reformation and growth from the elfilis goop

-their "species" (its just them theyre the species) are immortal and fully asexual and aromantic, i think their thoughts on gender and pronouns would range from the "we use he/him for him but he doesnt really care" meme to "stop perceiving me i am going to kill you."

-the accident with them was kinda like if you put a hamster in the microwave but instead of exploding it melts into goo.and the result was also their whole ass identity split into two new ones.

-this isnt rly a lis headcanon but i just wanted to bring it up to explain the previous point:the way i see the entire "oops we split in half" accident is their body melted and split, elfilin spent most of that time after escaping as unconscious goop that very slowly throughout the years after the planets population ascended into the stars formed into the the child version of elfilis again, forgo is a deformed overgrown fetus because they tried rushing their body stability with the tube fluids, which instead trapped them as immediately conscious in stasis while their body was stuck expanding the fetus form and not becoming solid at all (i actually see that the reason its right ear is losing shape is because theyve begun straight up deteriorating from being in the tube fluids for over a century by that point)

-a consequence of going w the interpretation forgo and elfilis are separate is theres not much to say abt them bc theyre essentially a character exclusive to the games backstory since their identity died after splitting into two.i miss them </3

#i hope this is sufficient n you dont mind i take them as being separate and therefore long deceased akshslsjal #ask #obligatory credit to my best friend from discord bc we tend to expand on ideas together so some of these were originally hers lol #tysm for asking mwah mwah mwah!!/p

[a-spell-a-rebel-yell]

December

hello everyone, i know it's already day 23 of January 2024, literal almost a month after the month ends and is already on another year, but at least i'm here yaaay (i really need to start writing the monthly post a week before said month ends 😭)

December was actually, just as thrilling cliff-hanging as November! thing is my countdown to my other coldplay show was finally down to under 50 days and it was also the end of the very first semester.

just in the true fashion of my life, my adventure this time is: going back and forth between Jakarta and Tasik in under 24 hours (22 hours to be exact!) on a back-to-back journey just for school and seeing my hometown again 😂

so, as you can tell, i have so many assignments and one of them is a practical skill's lab project where i have a typodont (a phantom model of human teeth embedded in wax) and i pretend to apply orthodontic treatment on it to correct the malocclusion. it was not easy at all. it's quite literally a simulation of what will happen and what should i do when i treat an actual patient. the project lasted for almost five months and even the class didn't stop once the semester break came around, that is why i had to go back and forth between Jakarta and Tasik: i don't want to lose my holidays while still having to attend the weekly class 😂

some will say i'm insane because it's so tiring to do so and indeed it was super exhausting. but if you know me, i'm the type to do just about anything for my loved ones (my parents were staying at Tasik to take care of things and it's been a while i visited my grandparents' last resting place) so it was no big deal at all to endure 7 hours of bus trip each and then 1 hour commute to the station/home. a total 16 hours in 48 hours timeframe spent on the road. and it's worth it, every second of it, because i got to relax and work in the middle of lush green and rice fields... it was the very definition of healing time. i was still under the pressure of stress and deadline to finish that last project, but at least i did it while being surrounded by serene nature and with my mum and dad 😂😂😂 it's such a nice drastic change to do wire bending with all my pliers and stainless steel wires and orthodontic brackets with herd of ducks quacking loudly near me and farmers ploughing soil to plant rice seeds... best part? zero pollution! no light/sound/air pollution whatsoever and i get to see amazing sceneries right out of my windows every day! rain every evening to help me and my mum water the plants (which are thriving!) Mt Galunggung in its majestic full view... woah. it's my best treasure tbh nothing else compares

the most unexpected thing was that our class for that subject/project is usually scheduled on Thursday (so for the first back-and-forth journey i made sure to go back to Jakarta on Wednesday and get back to Tasik on Thursday right after the class ended) and for the second week, my prof suddenly requested us to come to the campus on Tuesday, and guess when did he sent the message to inform us? 6 AM on said Tuesday!!!!! oh you couldn't imagine my panic, how am i supposed to be in Jakarta in less than 4 hours!? thankfully my prof is a lenient one and he let me and kak Mandy (who was in Bandung at the time) to join the class from zoom. another good news is that class is to be our closing session for the project, and that i can just send my typodont instead of coming in person to submit the assignment. yet again Allah's plan is always better than my most carefully thought of one 🥺

the rest of the break i get to spend every day at my hometown just recharging my energy and soaking every positive molecule there is, and my mum have this brilliant idea to buy a table tennis equipment!

at first, not fully knowing the impact of my mum's seemingly random decision, i opposed the buying of said table tennis because it's quite expensive. but after it arrived and i got to play against my mum and dad (who happen to be great players!) i finally understand that my mum knew fully well i don't like outdoor sports (solely because i hate the sun getting my face so red lol) so table tennis is the best option! it's so fun to play and i still get to exert my whole body to get that exercising regime my nutritionist has told me years to do so 😂

for new year's eve, the end of 2023 is the quietest one yet. with just my parents, deep in the greens, miles from the city, and just watching Pengabdi Setan 2/Satan's Slaves 2 (exactly my style hahaha getting my dad to watch it!) i moved over to 2024. just saying and sending out my prayers to welcome the new year and hope i can go through whatever i must face in the future. and again, just how i like it, not many fireworks were blasted so it wasn't that rowdy. it almost didn't feel like NYE celebration, all is calm and cool.

i love slow living, far away from the crowded areas, i could quite literally stay in my hometown at my house and just. be there 😂 it's so easy for me because as long as i have my loved ones with me and a roof above my head, enough to live and get by... that is all. to reach that tranquility and peace of mind is one of the highest priority/goal for me. hope one day after i've accomplished my dreams i get to reside and rest where my heart has always been dwelling.

here's to another journey in 2024, i hope we can together make it through. see you in the January post, that as i said in my Nov one, i'm counting down 3 days to my trip to Singapore and 4 days until i see coldplay again, historic moment as i'll be back to the stadium where i first saw the band 7 years ago!!! see you all soon 💙

#speedrunning thru life #while relaxing in the most novel times #my life my adventure type of thing #alhamdulillah #life is still as good and fun and worth living #:)

[larcenywrites]

to the anon that mentioned being into exhibitionism, I hear you 😩😈 if I know Stane's got cameras around the house, I'm definitely putting on a show for him! and I'm putting on a show for Tony on a daily basis already, sooo 😌 I'm obsessed with the idea of walking around the house naked, going to the lab naked just to sit on Tony's lap while he works, touch mysef to (Tony's and Stane's) cameras so they can watch me, fuck anywhere in the house... and I'd love to be fucked in front of Stane and have him watch and praise me. maybe even touch me a little bit if Tony allows 😏👉👈

and if Tony's okay with it, when Stane came over I'd definitely be strolling around the house naked and sitting on their laps while they talk business 😌 just tease them so when they're finally done talking business they can fuck me senseless and use me however they please 😌🥵

God okay but that last part about sitting on their laps 🥵 or just kissing all over Tony and grinding on him 🥴 because Tony would get distracted and Stane likes to watch soo win win 🥴

Idk why Justin and Tony would be sitting around talking business tbh, but I’d love to do that with them too, and purposely get Justin all flustered a😈😈😈😈😈😈

#anon #anonymous #answered #larstalks

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

How closely related do snakes have to be to have similar venoms/be able to use the same antivenin?

Since venom makeup can change with diet, do there have to be different antivenins for a certain species of snakes from different localities?

Is there a broad range/general antivenin for snakes or a certain type of snake? Otherwise do venom labs have to have a specific antivenin for each type of snake? And what does a venom lab do if someone gets bit by a snake that does not have an antivenin (say, one they were studying for whom to develop an antivenin)?

Also how much venom does a single snake produce, how long can that venom be stored, how does venom production vary among individuals and species, how are antivenins tested, how do we know what venom does, do you test venom/antivenins on live animals such as mice? If a venomous snake is injected with/ingested antivenin, what would happen? What if it was an antivenin for a different species? Does being bitten with venom affect snakes and humans and other animals the same way? If theoretically a mouse was injected with the venom of a snake, would it be okay to feed that mouse to the same snake from whom that venom came? What about a different snake from the same species? What about another species altogether?

Also once in a YouTube video showing how snake venom affects blood, is that how snake venom is studied and also where did they get the blood from?

I am so sorry for all the questions. TBH I’m just asking for an explanation all about snake venom and antivenins which I know is a very tall order.

This is all just SO FASCINATING!!

It's not necessarily about how closely related the snakes are, it's about how similar their venoms are! Snake venoms that are made up of a similar cocktail of proteins are going to be affected (at least partially) by the same antivenin, and it doesn't matter if the snake species the antivenins are made for are in the same genus or in different families. That said, though, most snake venoms are far enough removed from each other that antivenins for a different species will never be completely effective.

Usually not. If a species locality's venom is different enough to require a different antivenin, that's actually something that will make herpetologists strongly consider re-classifying that locality as a separate subspecies or even separate species because it indicates a very different diet, and diet changes usually come with other factors (size, camouflage, etc.).

It depends. There are a few species with very similar venoms - North American pit vipers are a great example. CroFab is a polyvalent antivenin that includes antivenins for only four species of pit vipers, but it's effective for bites from every North American pit viper. That's the exception and not the rule, though - generally, polyvalent antivenins are just a cocktail of antivenins, and if the exact species that bit you isn't included in that cocktail, there's no guarantee it'll work. If there's no antivenin for the specific species that bit you, treatment usually involves the antivenin of a species with similar venom (which might help with symptoms but usually won't work great) and caring for symptoms while the antivenin works through your system. This is honestly a case-by-case thing, and sometimes it'll go well and sometimes it won't.

It can depend on the species, but usually you'll get just a few drops per snake per venom extraction - less than 500mg is standard. No idea how long it can be stored, I'm afraid - that's never been my job. Both antivenins and venom toxicity are usually tested on live mice of a standard size, but we know what venom does mostly based on case reports from bites on people. To my knowledge, no venomous snakes have ever been injected with an antivenin, so I've no idea how it would affect them. Generally, venom affects all animals the same regardless of species - the severity just varies based on size. Mice and other prey items that have been envenomated can always be safely eaten by snakes - that's how venomous snakes hunt, after all! Other species eating envenomated mice would probably be just fine - venom is only effective when it's ingested.

I know it's generally not, but I can't really go into specifics, venom toxicology isn't my field. I just know from my colleagues in that field it involves a lot of staring into microscopes! No idea where the blood came from but it was probably pig blood, I think that's pretty standard with this kind of thing.

Great questions! :)

#not a rating #snake venom

[dawnleaf37]

hiiiiiiii this is my objectsona thing their name is crumblefeather. they/them. crumble for short

little fucked up shadow thing. was made in a lab when people tried to give life to a shadow (it worked🎉). they broke out and then were recaptured and sold to a different lab that infused them with this really weird element called Ineum which definitely was not a bad idea at all no way. the stuff is liquid at a bit higher than room temperature but doesn’t retain heat easily so can be cooled and crystallized. liquid Ineum is very acidic. when crystallized if it gets into the bloodstream it can cause total body numbness and paralysis. a bit like Giza Glass in the way that if you cut a part of someone off with it then that part is still sorta alive. description doesnt really work if you haven’t seen the video on it from mi ster manticore but essentially all you need to know is that you cant kill someone with Ineum but you sure can cause the worst suffering for a conscious mind ever. there’s a part of crumble’s lore where they devastate an entire part of the second lab, but the people involved don’t die. they just become piles of melted sludge who can still perceive things like what’s going on around them. I know this sounds very complicated and stupid I don’t know what I’m doing either

anyways since crumble can manipulate their shadowy figure with the darkness around it or whatever sometimes it looks like the above (silly) or the below (im going to fucking kill you)

because of Ineum stupidity it focuses that stuff to venom in the teeth, those wrist spike things, and also a scorpion tail because those are really cool I promise

ALSO. because they’re a thing of pure darkness they’re hurt the most by light which is why I always joke about if you shine a flashlight at them they evaporate. theyve actually learned to slightly tolerate the sunlight for like 5-10 minutes and then they need shade. but shining a flashlight at them while they’re in the corner can make ‘em sizzle. extra damage if the thing is hot, like fire and lava. I say this because canonical thing that has occurred:

one time while a few peoples’ ocs were congregated together they fell down a cave. and crumble loves caves becaus It Is Dark There. they didn’t want to leave even when it exploded with lava and the other guys got out. the guys came back later and by the guys I mean my mutual blocky’s oc Pocket Watched (who is very awesome btw). I rhink there was another but I don’t remember who but anyways pocket watched found crumble with half their face burned off and got attacked and nearly fucking died before shoving them into the lava and recovering them later. crumble and pocket watched are best friends and they constantly try to kill each other (you know. like besties do /silly)

tbh…….. there is a bit more lore with them. however I cannot share it since itd be spoilers for a thing so /silly.

#crumble one of my many feather ocs who is just so fucking silly #crumblefeather #sure tag w that #anyways. thing ever

[randombubblegum]

I find it,,,,, interesting in a disappointing way but entirely predictable that hes branding this new album as a "classic parx album!!!1!!1!" When this honestly sounds nothing like parx at all imo. Like even new, crappier parx has a specific sound/vibe to it where i can immediately recognize that its parx but this new clip honestly sounds like it could have been cooked up in a windowless board room for mgk (🤮) or new avril or m*d sun or one of the tiktok boybot "musicians"........ Like if it came on w/o me knowing who it was id probably recognize his voice after a while hut there would be quite a but of hesitation.

And im wondering, does he really get that virality (especially of the tiktok variety) just,,, doesn't last?? For the vast majority of people at least. Like even if you go viral in a huge way (not something thats going to happen for parx tbh) you're the hot new thing for a few weeks at most and then the internet moves on, thats just how it works. And the ones who really DO get their "careers launched!!!" or otherwise boosted off of internet fame are always the ones w large expensive support systems already in place. im talking like olivia rodrigo whos a disney child star, mgk or willow who have been established artists for a while, jaden w an x or whoever who was already rich and viral before he started "making music" and immediately got picked up by travis barker. Like sure there are regular ppl musicians that got big from tiktok like penelope scott or mxmtoon but they're not nearly as big as the other ones.

So like,,,, even if that somehow did happen for parx it really wouldn't be a huge win!!! You get dedicated fans who show up to concerts by actually WRITING GOOD MUSIC, not sound bites. Sorry for the essay, ik its all been saud before im just long winded and frustrated lol

YEAHHHH YEP you make a lot of great points here and i agree w you LOL. i dont hate the music for this song or anything but it definitely also reads to me as that same “made in a lab” pop punk theyre churning our now for radio. its interesting because that new pop punk and the pop punk of the 00s (and pre-2018 10s) actually sounds super different. this new stuff is way more polished and synthy and electronic and THATS what this parx song sounds like. again i dont hate it and it could be catchy and ill wait to judge it when its fully out but thats the vibe i get

and thats the thing: he DOESNT seem to get that!!!!! hes staking HIS WHOLE CAREER his fate and the fates of his friends and bandmates on landing a viral tiktok hit WHICH MIGHT I REMIND THE AUDIENCE HE ALREADY FAILED TO DO WITH ONE ALBUM and not only is it not guaranteed its gonna get him nowhere near what he thinks. he thinks hes gonna get a viral tiktok audio and be lil nas x. no dude. songs on tiktok go viral all the time and only last a couple weeks. they go viral and their creators/artists dont get lasting recognition AT ALL. sure itll drive your streaming numbers up for a while!!! but those ppl are not sticking around after the hype wears off. ESPECIALLY if all your recent catalogue is bland empty cardboard lyrics you clearly designed for tiktok virality. why the hell would they want to stick around for that???? being lucky enough to score a viral tiktok song is not about to make you the next doja cat. and you literally have not even managed to go viral yet. stop basing your ENTIRE artistry and direction around this idea!!!!!!!!!!

#youre in for a world of hurt #and your art is suffering for it terribly. your lyrics suck ass #mail time! #neg #long post

[sapphicsoie]

i wish you would

tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: a tipsy game of 21 questions between you and peter turns heated after you make a snarky remark

based on a fic idea by @spidervee on this post (idea #2)

warnings: nsfw, this is literally porn with no plot, dom/sub, overstimulation, swearing, oral (fem receiving), dirty talking, penetrative sex, maybe a wee bit of degradation and praise kink, tbh never done warnings before so oop

author's notes: this is the first smut i've ever written that wasn't a blurb, i hope it's ok! accidentally turned it into a college au but i picture them in grad school. wrote the majority of it on an airplane. also- shoutout to my irl besties who beta'ed this for me, and to vee for the fic idea!

minors: do not interact. i know you're gonna read this shit regardless of what writers tell you, all i ask is that you don't interact with this post or my account. thanks 🫶🏻

word count: 2.1k

You, Gwen, Peter, and Harry were sitting on the floor of Peter and Harry’s apartment on a Friday night drinking the alcohol Harry had bought for tonight. The only reason the alcohol was any good was that Harry bought it. If you, Gwen, or Peter had bought it, you would have been drinking glorified rubbing alcohol, so once again, Harry and his wallet came to the rescue. You had all had a tough week. Peter and Gwen had to work long hours in the lab on top of classes and homework, Peter also had to do recon on an underground trafficking ring, and you had a midterm every single day that week. Harry was the only one that had a decent week, it seemed, but he was always looking for an excuse to drink with the three of you, so when he heard that you all had had a week from hell, he was more than happy to buy the alcohol and pizzas.

It was two in the morning, and the pizza had gone cold. Somehow you ended up playing 21 questions, and it started relatively innocent but quickly divulged into something much dirtier. Poor Peter was the victim of ruthless teasing between Harry and you, Gwen being too nice to partake.

Peter was getting asked questions like, “What’s the weirdest porn video you’ve gotten off to?”

“Peter, who did you lose your virginity to?” you ask, smiling, and you take a sip of your hard cider.

“Hah! I know the answer to that one,” Harry says, smirking.

Peter was the colour of a tomato.

“Harry, I swear to God if you say anything, I will murder you in your sleep,” Peter responds angrily.

“Oh, Peter! It’s okay if you’re a virgin. You can be honest. You’re amongst friends.” you say in mock sympathy. Harry doubles over laughing while Gwen sits there, unsure how to react.

“I have so many ways to make you shut up right now y/n,” Peter replies, staring you down.

“Yeah, well, I wish you would,” you challenge, rolling your eyes before looking him in the eye with a smirk as you take a sip of your drink.

Peter nods before standing up and announcing, “That’s it. Gwen, Harry, get the fuck out,” he starts to pick up the empty drink bottles and motions for Harry and Gwen to get up.

“Parker, what the hell this is my house?!” Harry yells.

“It’s two in the freaking morning! Where are we supposed to go?” Gwen adds.

“As your roommate, I’m asking you to get the fuck out” Peter pushes him towards the door.

Harry rolls his eyes and stands up, Gwen following suit.

“I need my shoes if you want me to leave! Have you seen them?” Gwen looks around the room frantically while grabbing her coat and bag while Harry slips on his shoes and takes a chug of beer before putting on his jacket and grabbing a half-empty six-pack from the coffee table. Peter opens the door and ushers them out quickly. You hear someone yell, “USE A CONDOM!” before Peter shuts the door and locks it.

You’re still sitting crossed-legged on the floor, shocked at the scene that just played out.

“Stand up. Now.” Peter says, warm brown eyes almost black, stalking toward you like your prey he’s about to catch.

You don’t move, giggling. You didn’t know Peter had it in him. He was the sweetest, most gentle person you knew. You couldn’t picture this side of him at all. You knew he was Spiderman and fought criminals regularly, but he’s never shown any anger or even passion aside from when he rants about scientific discoveries.

“Pretty sure I asked you to do something, Bunny,” he says, standing over you, looking down on you. That comment goes right to your core, feeling yourself growing wet at the look and tone of voice he’s giving you.

“And if I don’t? Get up, I mean.” You reply, looking up at him with a mischievous smile.

He scoffs, nodding while looking away for a second. “You have three seconds.”

Three seconds pass. Peter grabs you and throws you over his shoulder with the ease of picking up a bag of flour. You let out a surprised yelp, squirming a bit, putting up a fight to see how far you can take it as he carries you to his bedroom.

“You can act like a brat all you want, but you’re going to regret it just so you know,” he tells you, sounding carefree and unaffected by the situation the two of you were in, which is more than you can say for yourself. At this point, you were squeezing your legs together in an attempt to hide how turned on you were when you were interrupted by Peter telling you he could smell how turned on you were. Well shit, there goes the last of your dignity.

He tosses you onto the bed, and you let out an “oomph” as your back hits the mattress. You go to sit up, only to be stopped by Peter pushing you back down. He grabs your wrists, moving them above your head. You hear a “thwip” and feel something sticky on your skin. You look up to see your wrists webbed to the bed and your core pulses at the new kink you just discovered.

“What are you going to do?” You ask, your heart beating fast at the prospect of what’s about to happen.

“Making you shut up.” He replies, sliding your jeans and underwear off your legs, kissing you down your stomach, sucking a love mark onto your hip before opening your legs and moving to your inner thighs, leaving a bruise there too.

“I thought you were a vir-” you say, only to be cut off by sucking in a deep breath as Peter likes a stripe up your slit. He starts rubbing slow circles on your clit as he looks up at you to say, “Oh I’m sorry baby, were you saying something?” raising an eyebrow in question, feigning innocence.

You can’t think of a single comprehensible thought, let alone a witty comeback to say because you’re too lost in how fucking amazing you feel and how much you want Peter to put his mouth back on you, to make you come so hard you see stars.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirks at you before going back to pleasing you. He starts licking gently at your clit as he slides one finger down your slit to your entrance, slipping one finger in and curling it, making you jolt.

“Fuck, P-Peter oh my god,” you say breathlessly as he starts sucking on your clit in earnest, slipping a second finger in your cunt, slowly scissoring in and out, stretching you.

He switches his fingers for his tongue, first lapping up your slick then moving to lick into your cunt as he circles your clit with the pad of his index finger. You genuinely think you just might see God because your whole body is tingling, and you can feel your thighs shake as you get closer and closer to your climax.

“Oh fuck, fuck! I’m gonna c-cum Peter please!” You whine, toes curling and tilting your hips up to rock into his tongue.

“Go ahead baby, you can cum,” he says while pressing harder into your clit and adding his fingers into your pussy, feeling you clench around them as you come.

You’re riding the high of your orgasm when you realise Peter isn’t stopping. The sharp feeling of overstimulation makes you try and close your legs, but Peter stops you, holding them open, licking up the slick from your orgasm.

“Peter, it hurts,” you mewl, squirming as he swirls his tongue around your clit.

“I’m sure it does, but this is what happens to brats who don’t listen, bunny. You’re going to come one more time on my tongue and fingers, then twice on my cock.” He responds.

You nod dumbly, too absorbed in the feeling of him licking into you to process what he says entirely. You let out quiet moans, rocking your hips to meet his fingers and tongue, feeling yourself get closer to coming again. You tug at the webs holding you to the headboard, but they don’t budge. As Peter makes figure-eights against your clit, you feel yourself push over the edge again, tensing your whole body as you come. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire in the best way possible.

Peter gives you a brief respite, slipping his shirt, sweatpants, and boxers off, revealing his dick which is honestly much bigger than you anticipated, and your mouth goes a little dry. Peter notices your nervousness.

“Hey, you okay? We can stop now if you want,” He asks gently, rubbing circles into your hip bone.

“No, I’m good. It just took me by surprise. I want you,” you respond, giving a small smile and opening your legs so they’re in a butterfly position. He grabs a condom from his bedside table drawer and slides it on. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. He lines up with your entrance, sliding in slowly until he bottoms out.

“You feel so good in me Peter,” you moan, closing your eyes and tilting your head back, feeling how full you are. He starts thrusting slowly, rocking his hips into yours, leaning down to kiss you. You stay like that for a while, slow thrusts with soft, tender kisses.

“I’m not made of glass. You can go harder,” you say, looking him in the eye, impatient now that you had grown used to his cock inside of you.

“Suit yourself,” he replies, grabbing your hips as he starts drilling into you hard and fast, leaving bruising touches on your hips. He then brings one of his hands down to circle your clit. You gasp as you feel sparks in your core from the attention to your clit. Your pussy throbs, and you’re overwhelmed by all the sensations so close to coming. You let out soft whines, clenching down on his dick, pushing yourself closer and closer to oblivion.

“Such a good girl for me y/n, all it took for you to shut up was a few orgasms and my dick,” Peter says, enunciating as he thrusts into you particularly hard. That’s what sends you over the edge, pushing your hips up to meet his as you ride your high.

Peter slows his thrusts for a bit, giving you a chance to breathe before starting to pound into you to chase his orgasm. Your limbs feel like they’re made of jelly as Peter fucks you, pleasure melding with pain until you can’t tell which is which. You can barely hear the sounds of skin slapping together, of you and Peter’s moans, over the sound of the roaring in your ears.

“Three down, one more to go baby,” he grunts, pistoning his hips at a new angle that feels like it’s practically touching your cervix.

“Holy f-fucking shit, P-Peter,” the words tumble out of your mouth, pulling at the webs in an attempt to grab onto Peter. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he thrusts into you at the new angle, cock scraping against your sensitive spot every time. You can practically feel his cock pulsing inside of you, feeling so stuffed full.

“I’m gonna cum, I wanna feel you cum too, Bunny,” he says, circling your clit as he thrusts into you. You feel yourself come for the fourth and final time, and as your cunt clenches down on Peter’s cock, you feel him come too, slowing his hips as he rides out his orgasm.

He pulls out, sitting on the side of the bed and disposing of the condom, before kissing you on the lips briefly and walking to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth and grab the stuff to dissolve the webs.

“Such a good girl, did so good y/n,” He says, dissolving the webs before wiping you down, leaving kisses along the way.

You bring your hands up to his face, kissing him on the lips. You break away after a few seconds of gentle kisses, and he rolls over to lay side by side with you on the bed, the two of you looking up at the ceiling.

You turn your head to look at his face, and he turns his head to look at yours. “Guess you aren’t a virgin, after all, Parker!” you say, laughing as Peter rolls his eyes, giving you a light shove.

“You are literally the worst y/n.” He groans before joining in with your laughter.

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[primofate]

im feeling kinda akward since its my first time requesting,i really really really like your writings and im wondering if you could do some angst for albedo, anything you feel like tbh, but if may i be a little selfish i was thinking on something like he hurt you, so you break up with him or maybe he break up with you and regret later, im in love with the genius and your writings so why not lol, hope you are doing well, xoxoxooxox

Thanks for the request anon. <3 Sorry it took so long, but I’m feeling angst today so here goes. Let me know what you think <3

QUEUED POST

Scenario: Breaking up

Characters: gn! reader x Albedo

Warnings: angst, break ups, regrets, did I say angst?

Categories: angst in Part 1, comfort in Part 2 (It was getting too long so split it into two parts)

Read: (Part 2) (Part 3 - Final)

Albedo

Alone.

These days you found yourself alone in your shared home. It had been nearly a year since the two of you decided to live together. Maybe that was a bad idea.

You were smitten. He was such an intelligent man, and truth be told you loved how his mind worked. He was silent and mostly kept to himself at first, but with you, there were subtle touches, fleeting kisses. Oh and his eyes, the way his eyes brightened or the way his lips turned up at the sight of you. The way he held you close at nights, up until the morning.

Gone were those days. 

He was hardly home. The intelligent man you had fallen in love with, was also a workaholic. Perhaps you should’ve seen it coming. There were so many signs.

Maybe he changed. Maybe you changed. But the little things weren’t enough anymore. He came home just to sleep and wake up, and he was off again. 

“Bedo, have you got some time off on the weekend? We haven’t been up to Starsnatch Cliff in a while,” you had prodded him a few days ago, wondering if the problem would be solved if you made the first move. 

“Sorry, Y/N, we’re just about to discover more about the properties of electro crystals... It’ll be useful if we want to sustain higher energy concentrations on...” and just like that he had gone off a tangent explaining the whole thing. You smiled a little, it was still endearing how excited he got discussing those things. 

But you couldn’t help but be lonely at how he seemed to love his research more than you. 

‘Maybe I just need to be more proactive. That’s it! I’ll go and visit him at the lab today!’ Surprising him was one of the things that you had always wanted to do. But not a lot of things got past Albedo. He was observant like that. You made a quick run to the bakery, getting him some croissants and welcomed yourself into the Favonius Headquarters. 

You looked up at the sign on his laboratory door. That sign was always there though, Klee had told you about it, and Sucrose had also talked about it once or twice before, telling you that it wouldn’t be a good idea to go in if the sign was up. But when was it ever down? So, you shrugged, and pushed the door open with a wide smile.

“What are you doing here?!” There’s a wild look in Albedo’s eyes the moment you step in. He didn’t appreciate being disturbed. You tilted your head a little at his reaction, you weren’t expecting that.

“Oh, since you’ve been so busy these days I just thought I’d drop by and give you something to--”

“Y/N, did you not see the sign on the door? No disturbances, even from you,”

“I’ll just be quick, I’m just dropping this off,” you lift the paper bag from the bakery and lay it down on the nearest table. Albedo closes his eyes with a sigh. 

“...We’re working on something dangerous right now, I don’t have time to eat. Please take it back,”

Surprisingly, you obey quite quickly, and take the paper bag back into your hands. Annoyance start to pulse in your veins. “Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

Sucrose had been standing there the whole time, and you can see the slight wince on her face at your cold statement... But Albedo had returned it ten fold, snapping an answer back. “Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

You didn’t expect how much it would sting. Your shoulders slump downwards at the realization that this... had gone too far. You couldn’t take it anymore. Sucrose opens her mouth, but doesn’t know what to say looking back and forth between you and Albedo. 

The Kreideprinz had continued with his task as if nothing had happened at all, but he knew what he said. He didn’t want any interferences nor accidents happening in the lab and that was the only thing he cared about at the moment. 

Your foot moves to step back, but your eyes are glued to Albedo. You can only see his back. His hair tied up neatly, the shoulders that you loved to wrap your arms around and his hands that were always gentle. You took a good look, drinking the whole scene in like you hadn’t had a drop of water in days. 

This was the last time you would lay eyes on him and it broke you into so many pieces. You turned away without another word, Sucrose staring at the door, before she decided that she needed to follow you. “I-I’ll be back, Master Albedo,” she rarely ever abandoned an experiment, but she knew that you needed a friend right now. 

Ironic, because it should have been Albedo running after you, but instead the green-haired girl caught up to you just as you reached the fountain in the middle of Mondstadt. “Y/N!” she jogs, and stops when you do as you hear your name.

Tears prickled your cheeks, but they were more of frustration than sadness. You stand there for a moment, drying your tears and turning around towards Sucrose, gaze on the pavement. “Y/N...” Sucrose approaches carefully, hand resting on your shoulder.

“...I don’t know anything other than Albedo, Sucrose,” you start, a curtain of memories flashing through your mind. “...Without him, there isn’t much reason for me to stay in Mondstadt,” Sucrose shakes her head rather hastily. “H-He’s just... a little occupied right now, Y/N, I’m sure he doesn’t mean what he said,” You close your eyes, the scene repeating in your head.

“Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

“Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

A hard lump forms on your throat at how hard you try not to sob. How hard you try to keep yourself together and Sucrose sees it from the way your lips tremble. “Sucrose, please watch over him,” and that is also the last that Sucrose sees of you. 

That night, Albedo arrives home exhausted, just as he always does. But now that he was home, he could at least expect a warm meal and a warm hug. A soft smile tugs on his lips at the thought.

When he turned the lights on, he was met with a strange stillness instead. His hand stays on the switch as his eyes scan the living room. It was...quiet. There were no plates on the table, and there were no sounds from the kitchen.

Deep in the pits of his stomach there’s an anxiety that starts bubbling up. He brushes it off, opting instead to check the kitchen. “Y/N?”

Empty. 

His footsteps hasten as he opens the bedroom door, expecting you to be curled up there, asleep. 

Empty.

Albedo takes in a shaky breath. You were probably just out in town, doing some late night shopping. Yeah, that’s it, perhaps you just didn’t have enough ingredients for dinner today and--his eyes land on the bedside table.

The photo frame is gone. The photo of the two of you standing side by side together with comfortable smiles on your faces, his hand on your waist, and the house on the background. 

He throws open the closet doors. Your clothes are gone. Your shoes are gone. Even your scent seemed to have disappeared. The anxiety that was once a small bubble in his stomach had started to claw it’s way out, wrenching his heart in places that he didn’t know could hurt. The tears pooling in his eyes were so foreign that he didn’t even know what was happening until he hears himself gasp back a sob.

You’re gone. 

Suddenly it was so hard to breathe, but he pulls himself up and out the door. There’s no way. Where would you go? Perhaps you were just around Mondstadt, trying to get a breath of fresh air to calm your nerves. He searches everywhere. The church, the tavern, the Good Hunter and even atop the rooftop of the Favonius Headquarters. There was a decent view of the city there, and his eyes roam the streets, just to get a glimpse of you.

“...Please...” There’s another lump in his throat, his eyes dart around looking for any small sign of you. 

“Albedo? Tired?” you ask as he returns home one day. He merely lets out a small “Mm,” and pulls a chair out from the dining table to sit on. You walk into the kitchen to fetch him a cup of tea, and he snatches your hand to press a soft kiss on the back of it. “Thank you, love,” 

“...Please!” his grip on the stone walls of the rooftop tighten. His vision blurs.

“Al! Don’t do that!” you try to swat his hand away from the pot, a short laugh coming off of your lips at how mischievous he could be sometimes, trying to dip his finger into the sauce. He has a grin on his face as he successfully tastes the sauce off his finger, making a sound of approval as he draws you in for a light kiss on your forehead, “It’s good, as always,” 

His legs buckle, and he finds himself on his knees, hands fisted upon the cold stone wall. “At least tell me where you've gone! I can’t--” he doesn’t know when the last time he cried was, but whenever it was, he doesn’t remember it to be this bad. The pain was unlike any injury he had, it grasped so tightly at his heart.

“Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

“Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

He furiously shakes his head because he knows that it was his fault. “I didn’t mean it, please give them back,” as if there was someone else who took you away. As if there was a God listening to him right now. 

He realizes that the worst of it was not that you had left, but that you had left no traces of you behind. No photo. Not a piece of clothing. Not a trace of your existence.

Nothing for him to hold on to.

That night, he dragged himself back home. Face flushed and hot from the tears he had shed and the ones he was attempting to hold back.

That night, he painfully got into bed.

Alone.

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[ppersonna]

keep me warm - jhs | m

cause you keep me and nice and you keep me warm. wanna feel you on me, can't wait to get back there again - texas sun,  khruangbin

✹ summary- camping is always a great time when you’re with your friends, but even better with your boyfriend, hoseok.

✹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

✹ pairing- jung hoseok x reader

✹ word count- 3.9k - she’s a short lil quick dip ;)

✹ genre- smut. lol thats it. cant say there is much plot here besties!!! but there is big brother namjoon, brothers best friend hoseok, established relationship!!!

✹ warnings- explicit smut, cockwarming, dirty talk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (be smart pls!), sex in a tent, a little exhibitionism???, fingering, finger sucking, creampie, lil bit of cum play but not really, hoseok is a dirty dirty boy and i love that about him tbh

✹ a/n- helloooo. i’ve been sitting on this and finally finished it!! thank you to @kimtaehyunq​ for the sexy banner and beta reading and general support. i was inspired to write this fic when i went camping but pls be warned that sex in a tent is not as sexy as this fic makes it seem 🤕 ILY BESTIES!!! lemme know your thots!!!

The annual Kim Family camp out is an event you haven’t missed since your seventh birthday when you had chicken pox. It’s an outing that has gained notoriety among your friends, a monumental yearly occasion that takes months of prep in advance. What started as a simple camp out with your parents and your older brother Namjoon has become an event with extended friends and family members and significant others involved. Your parents handed down the event to you and your brother, claiming their older age keeps them from being able to keep up with “the youth” for an entire weekend, instead preferring to join for a big cookout dinner, then head back to the comfort of their tempurpedic mattress and functional plumbing back at home.

Not that you minded.

This year was different. Your cousins, Taehyung and Seokjin, would join with Tae’s girlfriend Maggie. Your childhood best friend Jimin would attend as well, bringing along his lover of the month, a tall and leggy brunette. Namjoon invited his best friend Yoongi, who brought along your mutual friend Jungkook. 

And most importantly, 

Jung Hoseok would be there. Your boyfriend.

Hoseok is no stranger to the Kim Family camp out. He’s been attending since he was sixteen after meeting Namjoon in high school jazz band and instantly becoming friends. You can vividly remember the older high school boy making sure you never felt left out in a group of gangly teenagers—bringing you along on hikes, and fishing, and general mischief.

It’s where you first fell for him.

Every year after that, you pined for Hoseok from afar at every outing. You’d lie awake at night in your shared tent with Jimin, desperately wishing the body next to you was Hoseok, wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm in the forest's chill.

Your relationship with Hoseok flourished after high school, when he was unknowingly in your chemistry class in college. Hours were spent pouring over textbooks together, cramming for exams and practice labs with a familiar friend.

Then came the coffee dates, the movie nights, the dinners. Hoseok went from an occasional study buddy to someone you talked to hourly.

The day he kissed you is a day you’ll never forget. 

Soft lips pressing onto yours over a bubbling beaker of magnesium, his hands cupping your cheeks as he drew you in so close, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

“Be mine,” he whispered. “Please, be mine.”

And you’ve been his ever since.

“Aish! Don’t burn my marshmallow, ___!” Namjoon scolds you, jerking your long stick away from the fire as he sits next to you. “I hate burned marshmallows.”

Annoyance bubbles up in your throat as you roll your eyes at your brother.

“I wouldn’t have to do this for you if you knew how to roast a marshmallow without starting a wildfire.”

Namjoon, ever the strong-headed big brother, glares at you. “That was an accident and you know it.”

Hoseok chuckles beside you, resting a hand on your leg as you murmur expletives about Namjoon and a certain stick under your breath.

“I’ll eat your burned one, babe,” he says with a smile. “I love your burned mallows.”

Hoseok’s charm is a balm to all your wounds. He easily melts the ice around your heart and soothes your frayed nerves with a simple look.

“Thanks, Hobi,” you reply. 

“Please, no talk of my sister’s mallows,” Namjoon winces. “It’s bad enough you’re dating in front of me. In front of my salad.”

Namjoon doesn’t mean it. He knows how deeply you love him, and he trusts Hoseok not to hurt his one and only sibling. But it doesn’t mean he’s not above rubbing it in your face that he was Hoseok’s friend first.

Jungkook laughs from where he’s sitting, roasting a hotdog over the crackling flame on Jimin’s lap (“There weren’t any seats left!”). 

“At least he’s not tossing her salad in front of you.”

Yoongi slaps the younger man’s hotdog out of his hand and into the fire, making Jungkook whine and pout petulantly.

“Don’t be gross,” Yoongi scolds and Namjoon nods at his friend in solidarity.

Hoseok smirks and licks his fingers clean of the sticky marshmallow. “Besides, we didn’t bring nearly enough lube for any anal play tonight.”

“Hoseok!” Namjoon screeches and you bashfully bury yourself into your sweater. The rest of the group explodes in laughter while your brother holds his head in his hands, lamenting the day you two met.

Hoseok pulls you into his lap, grinning as he kisses at your ear while maintaining firm eye contact with your brother, eager to make him as uncomfortable as possible.

While you’re relaxing into the warmth of your boyfriend’s body and enjoying the laughter of all your closest friends, Hoseok nips at your ear and whispers gently.

“I love you.”

“I’m so cold.” A shiver wracks through you as you burrow down deeper into your sleeping bag. The night air becomes increasingly frosty and you can easily see your breath in the dim light from the moon. “It wasn’t supposed to be this cold.”

Hoseok scoots his bag closer to yours, rubbing over the meshy material in an attempt to warm you.

“I thought about bringing another blanket before we left…,” he sighs. “But Namjoon told me I was being ‘a boy scout’.”

You bark out a frigid laugh, teeth chattering as you try to snuggle into the warmth of Hoseok’s hand.

Pleadingly, you ask. “Can we share? Maybe if we zip the sleeping bags together we can make one big extra-large sleeping bag?”

Hoseok nods. “Good idea.”

He quickly gets to work as soon as you unzip your sleeping bag and move off of it, allowing him to take it and zip the two bags together. He spreads it back out over the soft padded bed once it’s completed and he slips into his end before beckoning you over.

“Come to me, my little popsicle.”

The fabric swishes and slides as you move into the combined bag, wrapping your cold limbs around the warmth of your boyfriend’s body.

“Holy shit, you really are cold,” he exclaims with a grunt when your ice-cold hands seek the toasty expanse of his toned belly. “Fuck.”

“Sorry.” Your apology is anything but apologetic as the high temperature of Hoseok’s body quickly oozes into you. “You feel so good.”

A moan slips out of your lips, pleased at the warmth that your boyfriend radiates as you seek every spot on his body that radiates heat. 

“Hold on,” he whispers. 

Quickly, he rids himself of his shirt and tugs at the hem of your own.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You gasp as the icy air billows under your shirt. “Why would I get naked right now?”

He huffs. “Trust me?”

He kisses the pout on your lips, then pulls away with your shirt in his hands.

“Skin-to-skin contact is the easiest way to warm someone up. Body heat, you know. Textbook boy scout stuff.”

He twists your body around to spoon into him, back pressed against his ultra-warm chest, making you gasp once you feel the radiating heat spreading across you.

“Oh…” you sigh as you sink into his embrace. “You were right.”

Hoseok smirks as he wraps his arms around you and buries his face in the nape of your neck—lips pressing gentle, warm kisses to the column below your ear.

“Told you so.”

Your body instinctively presses further into his body, desperate for the warmth that the human-heater seems to emit. His breath hitches as he feels your ass press hard against his lap, cock stirring at the proximity.

Hoseok’s hands run up and down your arms, warming each inch of your skin with his palms. He spreads heat wherever he touches, and your eyes flutter closed as he works his gentle, warming massage into your frozen skin. He is the epitome of sunshine, both in body and demeanor, always able to brighten the coldest chills with one look, one touch. 

When he’s satisfied that you’re thoroughly warmed where he’s worked, his hands move from your arms and shoulders around to your belly and up to your chest. You feel like mush under his grazing touch, gasping and biting your lip as he tugs gently at your perky nipple. It’s a live wire to his cock. 

“Fuck,” he groans as he feels himself harden. He kisses at your shoulder as he continues to palm at your chest, taking the fullness of your breasts into his whole hand and massaging it gently.

“Hobi…” you warn, feeling the desire between your thighs build. “Don’t start what you can’t finish.”

He chuckles against your skin, breathing hot air over your neck and shoulder, tightening his grip on your nipple for a quick pinch that makes you squeak.

“Who says we can’t finish?”

His voice is low—that deep, sensual tone that sets your tummy aflame with desire. His dick is pressed against your ass, twitching with need as it thickens in his pants.

His hand moves from your chest, rubbing soft, sweet circles on your stomach as he warms the cool flesh around your belly button, before traveling down to where your sleeping pants sit low on your hips.

“We c-can’t,” you meekly attempt to fight back, remain strong, but the warmth of his body and the need growing within you is quickly winning your internal battle of morality. “My cousin is next to us.”

Hoseok smirks as he slips underneath your pants, hand diving in between your thighs to rub at your soft mound. He’s close, so close to slipping inside of you, and you squeeze your eyes tight at the overwhelming urgency you’re feeling for his fingers inside you.

“You think Tae and Maggie are fast asleep right now?” He asks. 

As if on cue, you hear soft giggles coming from the next tent over, giggles that sound suspiciously like Taehyung’s girlfriend.

“Tae is really not that funny,” Hoseok says as he nibbles at your ear. “Let me warm you, baby.”

He seeks your consent, desperate to make you feel good but not willing to further his actions. 

“Mmm, maybe just a little more.”

His fingers seek purchase further, finally diving into your folds. He gasps into your ear as he feels how wet you’ve become from his ministrations, stroking gently up and down your slick slit and circling over your clit.

“Fuck, look at you,” he nearly whines into your ear. “So wet for me.”

“Please, Hobi,” you whimper. You’re not sure what you’re begging for, what you need, but all you want is for him to not stop, never stop. 

“You want me to keep going, don’t you?” He asks, teasingly circling the pad of his finger on your swollen clit. 

Unable to use your words, you nod. The light pressure on your clit has your thighs trembling and Hoseok thrills at the palpable desperation you’re feeling.

“Are you going to be quiet for me?” He asks, slowly moving his finger down before breaching into your channel. “Can’t be waking up the entire camp.”

Using your hand, you clamp over your mouth as your boyfriend's finger fucks into your hole, slowly and achingly gentle but with purpose. A shiver runs down his spine as he watches you try to hold yourself back. You’re not normally quiet—he makes it his mission to get you to whine and cry and yell his name as loud as he can when you’re at home. But the thrill of keeping you quiet while he sinks himself into you makes his body hum with want.

“Good girl,” he cooes as he introduces another finger inside you, scissoring you open with his lengthy digits. “Better stay quiet for me or I won’t let you cum.”

He quickly removes his fingers from your channel, making you whine behind your hand, which he silences with a soft tut.

“No complaining. Be good.”

He continues his journey to disrobe you, sliding off your pants and panties. He throws them to the other side of the tent where your luggage lies, no care about you wearing them the rest of the night. He follows suit with his own pants, swiftly pulling the material off his legs and allowing his throbbing cock to spring free. You desperately want to touch it, feel it in your hands and in your mouth, but he keeps you facing away from him, cock fully out of your reach.

“Such a perfect little ass,” he murmurs to himself as he admires your backside before sliding back into the big spoon position. The feeling of his hot, hard length against your bare ass makes you mewl with desire, teasingly rubbing against it.

“Fuck, Hobi,” you gasp as he slips his hands back to the apex of your thighs, scissoring into you again and warming his icy fingers in the heat of your cunt. 

“Shhh,” he reminds. “Let me give your mouth something to do, yeah?”

He pulls his dripping fingers from within your walls and brings them to your mouth. You eagerly open wide, obedient and desperate for something to take your mind off the growing neediness your body is throbbing with.

Watching you suck your own wet slick off his fingers makes Hoseok’s cock ache with need. The tip is weeping with pre-cum, as if crying out to bury itself within your walls and never retreat. It twitches as your tongue swirls over his digits, teasing him and reminding him how well you can suck his cock.

“Shit, baby,” he gasps. “I’m going to bust right now if you’re not careful.”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and uses the spit-slick hand to lift your leg enough for him to line his cock up at your hole.

“You want to warm my cock for me, baby?” He nips at your shoulder as he rubs the bulbous head along your slit. “God, I want to be in this pretty little cunt all night. Can you keep me warm tonight?”

“P-please, baby,” you gasp as the tip prods at your entrance, threatening to breach. He preemptively moves his free hand back to your mouth, covering it gently to help keep your noisy mouth muffled. 

“Such a polite girl.” Hoseok’s lips skim over your neck and ear, nibbling at your lobe as he finally, blessedly, spears himself into you. 

“Fuuuck,” he whines as he drops his forehead against your soft hair, shuddering as he buries himself to the hilt. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Nothing compares to the feeling of Hoseok sinking himself into you. It’s like the first time, every time. He clings to you desperately, as if he wants to bury his entire self in between your thighs and never retreat. Being connected to your boyfriend like this, not knowing where he ends and you begin, is the most dazzling aspect of sex. Your heart beats in overtime, breath short and heavy, as he holds you like you’re his only worthy possession in life.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t withdraw his cock and plunge back into you like his body is begging him to. He wants nothing more than to roll you onto your stomach and fuck you until you’re screaming his name for the entire national forest to hear, but he doesn’t. 

“Mmm, Hobi, please,” you whine against his palm, kitten licking the flesh there to encourage him to move. It almost works, almost spurs him into action, but he remains flush against you and unmoving.

“Just trying to keep you warm, baby,” he teases. “Skin-to-skin contact.”

He can feel your body tense and shake around him, core tightening as you’re desperate to feel the friction you desire. It makes Hoseok nearly growl into your ear, clutching you tighter in his grasp.

“Now you want to fuck me?” He teases into your ear. “I thought you were tired?”

A pathetic whimper is the only response you can muster. You’re desperate for more, aching for his thick cock to thrust in and out of you. His hand slips down your body, caressing each inch of your skin before landing on your clit, circling the nub teasingly.

“I bet you could cum like this,” he breathes as he slowly swirls his finger. “With my cock stuffed inside you.”

He’s right—your body is already reacting to the stimulation and you can feel your body clenching around his unmoving length deep inside you. It’s prodding you in just the right spot that makes you keen, core desperate for some movement. His added touch makes you whine into his palm still covering your mouth.

“That’s right, baby,” he praises as he bites at your earlobe. “Such a needy little pussy, so desperate for me you could cum just from feeling me inside you.”

The pressure rises, stomach tightening as you feel your body near the edge of bliss. You can feel your thighs trembling as Hoseok whispers and nibbles at your ear, fingers working your clit with just the right rhythm to make you see stars.

His finger swirls with delicate speed, playing you like the nimble musician he is.

“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already about to cum for me.”

Holding back your desperate moans, your eyes nearly roll back in their sockets as you feel your body build closer and closer to the blissful end that it craves. Having him buried deep inside you with none of the delicious friction is driving you crazy, and the speed of his fingers on your clit makes you keen for anything he can give you. You’re so close, so *fucking close* to your climax that your vision blurs.

Suddenly, the telltale sound of another tent zipper opening rips through the relative silence of the campground and Hoseok stills his finger on you.

“Shhh,” he warns, lifting his head to listen carefully. 

The sound comes from your left, Jungkook’s tent, and you squeeze your eyes tight and whimper into Hoseok’s palm at the ache in your belly. Jungkook stumbles around the campground before he makes his way out, and Hoseok smirks as the footsteps get quieter.

“That was close, baby,” he says as his finger teases over your throbbing clit. “We don’t want Jungkookie to find his friend like this, don’t we?”

You shake your head, body trembling as his finger provides not-enough stimulation on your tortured clit.

He keeps quiet and continues his feather-light touch, pleased at the unexpected orgasm denial and the way it makes your cunt clench around his cock as if coaxing it to give you what you need most.

“You better not be loud,” he warns. “You don’t want to ruin our fun, right?”

Agonizing moments later, Jungkook’s footsteps return and he zips himself back into his tent and quickly heads back to sleep. He remains stilled inside you, listening intently for any sounds of the others awakening.

After minutes of desperate silence and your needy cunt aching for your boyfriend to move, he rolls you onto your stomach with him on top, cock still buried deep within you.

“You’ve done so well,” he praises as he leans down and licks a fat stripe on the back of your neck, making you shiver. “Take your reward like a good girl.”

Without warning, Hoseok grips at your hips and starts a brutal pace, fucking you fast and hard while staying quiet. It feels so good, better than the feeling of him being still inside you. Nothing can compare to his thickness spearing into you, stretching you wide. The ridges of his cock feel like heaven from the position he has you in, and you can feel the stimulation building upon your ruined, curtailed orgasm from earlier.

He quickly rams a piece of the sleeping bag into your mouth, forcing you to be quiet as he nearly impales you open, burying himself as deep into your womb as he can before retreating and thrusting in for more. You can tell he’s close by the way his movements lose finesse, the way his hands grip your thick hips as if he’s grasping a lifeline. 

“Gonna fill you up,” Hoseok whispers harshly, his voice taking on the rough edge that makes your body react. “You want my cum, baby?”

Your mouth is full, but your head nods quickly and you arch your back to let him reach even deeper inside of you, desperate to get yourself and him off simultaneously.

“Shit,” he groans as he feels your body accept him even further at this new angle, your ass high in the air. He grips it, enjoys the way the flesh jiggles in his grip and with each thrust. “Cum on my cock, baby, please.”

Hoseok doesn’t beg, hardly ever, so when he’s desperate for your release, you’re equally desperate to give it to him. As he pounds into you, taking full advantage of your prone body and lifted hips, the dam holding back your climax finally erupts, making your walls quiver and squeeze around his cock and forcing you to bury your face as far as you can into your sleeping bag to muffle your whines.

He wishes he could hear your screams, wants to hear the way you cry his name out as your cunt milks him, begs him for his own end. Another round of thrusts and he feels it all snap, cock pulsing out hot spurts of cum into your eager and waiting channel.

He pulls out of you, loving the way his cum follows him out, dribbling out of your spent pussy weakly. He lifts a finger and scoops it up, pushing it back into your juicy walls and nearly whining as he feels it wet and sopping with his release. You’re pulling the sleeping bag from your mouth, panting hard from your own release and turning around to look at your boyfriend, hips wiggling.

Hoseok smiles fondly at you, removing his finger from your walls and rubbing the smooth skin of your ass.

“Are you warm?” He asks with a smirk, knowing by the sheen of sweat on both of your bodies that you’ve successfully warmed up in the bite of the chilly night.

He flops down beside you and pulls you in close, snuggling into the sleeping bag while kissing your face gently.

Hoseok’s cock is still hard, still aching even after a release and you’re quick to grasp it in your hands, finally getting a grip on it for the first time tonight.

“Better keep you warm all night like I promised, huh?” You smile sleepily as you lift your leg to allow him entrance to your center yet again. “Keep me full all night please, baby?”

He is loath to deny you, and the wet heat of your used pussy feels like heaven. He holds you closer, pulls you in tight as he buries his cock as far as he can go, before kissing you sweetly once more.

He knows he’ll wake up in a few hours, dick throbbing with a need to take you for yet another round, but for now, he revels in the warmth and love and safety he feels when he’s connected to you in nearly every way.

“By the way, I love you too, Hoseok,” you whisper to him after a few moments of silence, recalling to the sweet whispered words around the campfire.

Hoseok smiles as he closes his eyes, body and soul in pure bliss.

And when Namjoon complains in the morning that he could hear the sounds of his little sister getting railed, Hoseok will let him know he ensured you didn’t suffer from hypothermia—that it’s his job as boyfriend to ensure you’re kept safe,

and always kept warm.

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[guiltycorp]

~Arcane!Viktor’s vaguely-queer-moments~ with commentary about how it might just be straight after all to keep myself in check.  Alright, so I might miss something, feel free to add (although this is more for myself tbh, sort of a journal entry). Personally, I didn’t notice like half of this when I was watching for the first time and didn’t really think much about the possibility, however the second time I was quite surprised to notice that there was... eh, quite a bit.  Also, this isn’t meant to cover anything from LoL lore, but it’s nice to remember that as a character he was originally a soviet-coded robotic mad scientist. Idk it’s not a very gay archetype by itself but it IS rather sensual.  Anyway!  1) Saying 'it’s Viktor’ and then continuing to soulfully gaze into Jayce’s eyes for another couple of seconds as his theme swells (’It’s Viktor’, fittingly). 

might just be fanservice for league players who remember old champs, gasp, oh it IS viktor, the machine herald, plus letting the theme’s violin notes hit just right, plus this is the finishing scene before the story gets back to vi... kinda awkward tho??   2) ‘Wait a minute, this isn’t my bedroom’ as the excuse he came up with when Mel came across him and Jayce breaking into Heimerdinger’s lab, clear implication (although Jayce talks at the same time so it might be harder to hear for some viewers).  ...might be a generic excuse for trying to open the wrong door and also too subtle, flew right over most ppl’s heads, however this is probably the most overt viktor line in the show 3) Right after that he throws a sour look at Jayce who’s busy mooning over Mel. 

uhh concern that his new partner would be more interested in a gorgeous corrupt politician rather than in scientific progress? doubtful:) however also subtle, didn’t notice this on 1st watch 4) Doesn’t return Sky’s interest, in fact the first time we see them together he kept on looking at Jayce (who was about to give a speech yeah but also had his back turned to Viktor atm). 

well, this could be for a variety of non-queer reasons... more like an additional detail and in later scenes when he’s busy with hexcore he’s practically ignoring jayce almost the same way he does her, so im not putting it here  5) Viktor bleeding onto Hexcore and passing out while Mel&Jayce have sex (with Viktor’s theme worked into Romance track), in this case i actually prefer a metaphor for the rich and powerful of the world finding both cooperation and pleasure together while the less privileged inevitably suffer and have to turn to less ethical means to survive, but well... The fact that Jayce is having sex with his political partner while his scientific partner is dying is still a bit? Suggestive? These readings aren’t mutually exclusive.  6) “Singed: If you take this path, they will despise you. Love and legacy are the sacrifices we make for progress. It’s why I parted ways with Heimerdinger. Viktor: Jayce will understand.”  idk this seems like a logical answer after the mention of singed’s previous lab partner but still, love.. more a weird choice of words on singed’s part tbh, could be just a generic type of love in a ~friendly colleagues~ way lol 7) no visible nipples under a really high support brace 

might be just stylistic design choices ig, low pectoral muscles.. due to muscle atrophy maybe?   So, like, all of this can be viewed in a different light, I guess? And most overt hints are in Act I.  This is naturally a familiar path for anyone who has experience with fandom and reading into things, impossible to say for sure whether it’s all in our heads or not... Earlier I’d say that it doesn’t even matter! We do have one rly cool queer couple in the show and also perhaps this ambiguity suits that particular storyline, AND more importantly Viktor’s sexuality or gender wouldn’t really add that much to the themes of the show, in my opinion. It’s just really nice for fanart and fic ideas, various additional materials and rediscovering the homoeroticism of cold war metaphors in League lore.  But after that whole thing on Amanda Overton’s twitter (one of the writers for Arcane) with first an implication that any queer-seeming moments are just the results of ‘no stigma against affection between men, friends or family’ followed by a bewildering ‘I’ve faced what felt like identity erasure myself many times. I’ve not given a real-world label to any one of our characters because I sincerely believe it will be more satisfying to learn this as their story unfolds.’ Which um. Reads as ‘wait and see’, essentially, also backed up by a different artist (Evan, although he isn’t working on s2) on the show seemingly for this particular issue (’I super do need people to stop asking us about things that aren't explicitly shown in s1. I get that people want assurances, but it'd be such a massive disservice to spoil any of the moments being cooked up’).  And after that I’ve began to feel a familiar frustration...  Like, this isn’t that big of a question in the story? Like I said, Viktor’s sexuality or gender isn’t super relevant to his character since he already has lots of other narrative-defining traits (risk-taking scientist focused on improvement of life quality & leaving a legacy, comes from zaun, disabled, close to dying), plus if Amanda is to be believed there’s no stigma towards sexuality or gender expression in Runeterra so it wouldn’t be seen as an alienating trait, just a sort of sad one if he had an unexplored (and potentially unrequited) crush on Jayce. Which again, isn’t really needed to drive home the idea that their relationship is slowly falling apart because of a divide in ideologies and personal circumstances. Or rather, it just wouldn’t be a good twist for s2, but it would have been a potentially cool detail to add or imply in s1.  My point is that if the queercoding was intentional why not say so? And if it’s not what’s the big deal in saying ‘nope! it wasn’t intentional! however we can see how it could be viewed that way, best of wishes to the fandom, you’ll get your riot mlm and or trans rep someday, xxx’.  Or, yknow, ignoring the question. Instead homophobic and/or sexist fans took the first part of the answer as an opportunity to gloat that the idea of a queer Viktor is entirely delusional while us losers received familiar bait of ‘maybe it’ll happen in s2!! be on the lookout for bi Jayce trying to seduce robo-Viktor (Even-Bigger-Dick-Now) who fell out of love with Jayce because of hexcore or an undercity flood or whatever’. Argh idk, I’d easily expect such an answer from a riot marketing team! But it’s really kinda sad to see the same sort of vague placation of both sides from a queer writer who pushed forward Vi/Caitlyn whose relationship truly kept me on the edge of my seat the whole show. sigh

#arcane spoilers #viktor #jayvik #i guess? #does fandom tend to disproportionally focus on mlm couples even when wlw are there and canon? #sure #but i actually like the more toxic and dysfunctional fictional relationships #so sue me #oil and water scene didn't even make that much sense #i would LOVE if they have an actual argument in s2 which leads somewhere #preferably not into enforcer Vi land #did i write this only bc i saw ppl say slurs on twitter? #yeah #yeah i did #text #i think there's a possibility they'll make ekko bi by giving him a background boyfriend which would also like #yeah sure #but where's the drama #arcane

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haikyuu!! boys dating you for a bet then falling hcs 💘

characters: oikawa, kuroo & osamu 

tw// angst to fluff, swearing, sexual references - minor dni!

OIKAWA’S AND KUROO’S ARE AGED UP !

thank you anon for this request 😚

Tōru Oikawa

everyone on the team was teasing him for getting broken up with bc he was ‘too obsessed with volleyball’

he had finally had enough and made a bet with iwaizumi, matsukawa and hanamaki that he could get a s/o quicker than any of them

they accepted ofc but that’s when oikawa learned that hanamaki was already talking to a girl he liked which meant that it was a race against time for oikawa to find someone to date

in reality, he had no interest in dating atm but he had to do this for the sake of his pride

he settled on asking you out bc you were his lab partner for chemistry and even before the bet, he was making playful flirtatious banter with you but it’s not like he had any real feelings for you which meant that breaking up with you afterwards would be simple..right?

also, asking you out would be an easy win

and it was 🤠

oikawa won the bet and regained some confidence which meant he was now free to break up with you

buuuut y’all had only just started dating so he didn’t want to break up with you before the first date so he postponed the break up until after y’all went to the movies together

then the night came - he had just came back home for your first date at the movies, he took you to see an alien invasion movie and you said you loved it

he stared at his phone which was open on IMessage, on your contact; his fingers hovered over the keypad but the words didn’t come to him the way he expected 

the more he thought about, he realised that you guys hadn’t even had your first kiss yet and he wanted to give you a sweet memory to leave you with before he inevitably dumped you so he decided to postpone the break-up again, until you guys had your first kiss 

and since his messenger was open, he invited you on a second date to the park where you had your first kiss over a shared cone of vanilla ice-cream

honestly, he had such a great time on the date that in the moment, he completely forgot about the fact he had to break-up with you so here he was again, sitting on his bed and looking down at his phone glumly as he searched his brain for the right words to say 

but when he allows his mind to wonder for too long, it always comes back to one thing

so figured that he’d hold off breaking-up with you until your first time and from there — depending on how good you are — he’ll decide whether he wants to dump you or keep you around just as a side fling

the day eventually came three months later, not that he was complaining though as he’s developed a lot more patience since he’s started dating you 

you had just came back from a date at the bowling alley and something about seeing Oikawa in bowling shoes and a partially unbuttoned shirt was enough to make you go feral so as soon as you arrived at his house, y’all went for it

in all honesty, sex with you just hit different for oikawa

it was nothing like he’s ever experienced before

like it was kind, sensual and filled with mutual praise and he truthfully never wanted it to end but once it did and he was sprawled out on the bed next you, breathing heavily with your fingers intertwined, he realised that he didn’t want to break up with anymore

the last 4 months that you guys have been dating, truthfully was the best time of his life, like he feels so happy and genuine when he’s around you, there’s no way he’d leave you now

‘I love you, (y/n).’ he hummed, turning his head to the side to look at your peaceful figure laying next him - god, you’re beautiful

‘I love you too, Tōru.’

Tetsurō Kuroo

him and bokuto had a bet to see who could fuck more ppl in a month 

the third year gym squad gc was confused but not too confused i mean this is kuroo and bokuto we’re talking about

akaashi, kenma and tsukishima were all disapproving of this idea for their own reasons

akaashi thought it was immoral while kenma and tsukishima thought it was just a ‘who can get an std first competition’

as for hinata and lev, shōyō had his bet on bokuto while lev was rooting for kuroo

kuroo was going to start his hunt for sex partners at the club tonight but he had already agreed that he’d do the business assignment with you tonight and since it was a partnered thing, he’d feel guilty if he opted out last minute 

he sat on his bed while you took a seat at his desk, working away at the project while kuroo ‘supervised’

kuroo was bummed that bokuto was probably getting laid rn while he was stuck in his room doing an assignment- WAIT

you were here with him ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ and he was like..90% sure you had the thing for him soooo

he immediately sprung up from his bed and shuffled towards you, grabbing your hips to momentarily lift you up so he could pull you away from the project and onto his lap as he sat on his bed, tracing your jaw with his finger

‘time for a break~’ he cooed in your ear, massaging your thigh with spare hand, ‘only if want though, doll.’

xdfghj OFC YOU DID

consent = given ✨

kuroo = hard

your sex = destroyed

ass = red

you = overstimulated as hell 💅

if you started during the day, expect the sun to have gone down by the time y’all were finished

he offered to take you on a date so you both could do this again sometime and you said yes

but he reassured himself that you were only a hook up- definitely nothing serious- no feelings whatsoever

so a week later, he took you on a sweet, wholesome date to a carnival and you got railed afterwards 🥰

your next few dates went in a similar way until one fateful day where you were just..tired

neither of you really wanted to smash tbh, you were just happy laying in each other’s arms 

and as time went on, you guys went on more dates where there was absolutely no sexual activities, just sweet intimacy 

and he...... liked it 

why did he like it???

you were nothing more than a sexual relief to him, right??

so why did he enjoy cuddling with you so much? shouldn’t he be fuckin you rn? but he didn’t want to...like he was lowkey vibin with you in his arm while watching modern family 

then he looked down at you in his arms, the light of the screen highlighting your features beautifully

‘i think i might actually want to marry you one day.’ he blurted out, lightly tracing the bridge of your nose with his finger

this caught you off-guard so you looked up at him, an adorable pink blush dusting your cheeks, ‘really?’ was all you could think to reply 

‘yeah.’

Osamu Miya

ofc it was a bet with atsumu ofc it was a bet with atsumu 

‘who could get the hotter s/o competition?’ and suna would decide who wins

the twins had a month to get a s/o who was hot asf

so osamu asked you out in maths bc you were the most attractive person he kinda already talks too

you said yes as you sorta kinda maybe had a lil’ thing for him

however, he didn’t even ask you out on a date

in fact, he barely even talked to you after he asked you out until the day came where suna judged which miya twin won the bet

osamu did ofc 

then he kinda forgot y’all were dating until one day you snapped him with the caption ‘???’

he was like ‘hey’

sorry i firmly believe he is the driest texter

anyway he felt bad for neglecting you for over a month so he said he’d make it up to you by taking you out to dinner

but he promised himself that dinner was only an apology and right afterwards, he’d cut you off

he was scrolling through his phone, looking for places to take you and although he wanted to just get take-out, even he knew that fast-food probably wasn’t a very romantic date idea

wait- he didn’t care about it being romantic- did he??

eventually he settled on an expensive restaurant bc getting you a take-away probably wasn’t a very good apology 

so anyway he took you out and he actually had a pretty good time ^^ 

i mean, when you coincidentally ordered the same thing off the menu as him- he kinda caught feelings

osamu would definitely realise that he fell for you faster than oikawa and kuroo

just the way his hand just feels a pull towards yours when you’re walking side-by-side is a dead giveaway

so once the date is over and he dropped you off at your house, instead of breaking up with you as he planned, he simply placed a tender kiss on your forehead and smiled, ‘we should do this again soon.’

when he saw the way your face lit up and you squealed slightly, he knew he made the right decision

#oikawa angst #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #osamu hcs #oikawa imagine #kuroo tetsuro x you #oikawa x y/n #oikawa smut #kuroo smut #haikyuu x gn!reader #osamu headcanons #osamu x self insert #osamu x y/n #oikawa fluff #osamu fluff #osamu angst #kuroo x reader #kuroo angst #kuroo fluff #kuroo x you #osamu x you

[professormembranexreader]

Membrane x Step-Parent! Reader (Headcanons)

- You met him in the local drugstore.

- You both reached for the last bottle of cold medicine 😳😳😳

- After a flurry of apologies from both parties, you let him have the bottle, much to his displeasure

- "You were here first, take it."

- He had the kind of voice you couldn't say no to.

- Sniffling from the obvious cold, you gratefully take it from him.

- You mumbled another "sorry" and headed to the counter.

- You went up to the counter, him following behind you.

- The medicine was rung up and you sighed. "There is no way I'm going to be able to pay for rent tomorrow..."

- This caught his attention.

- "Hey," He said, "do you want a drink?"

- Confused but not about to turn down a free drink, you said yes.

- You didn't have to worry about your own car because you didn't have one.

- You paid for the medicine and hopped into his Jeep.

- The drive to the bar was filled with slow Mexican music. From the Spanish you knew, it seemed like they were love songs.

- The kind stranger didn't seem to fully understand either so you assumed he just thought it sounded nice.

- "Hey, um," I started. "What's your name?"

- "Oh, I'm Miguel. Miguel Membrane. And you?" You barely registered the last half of what he said.

- This was THE Professor Membrane. You know, the one responsible for saving the entire planet in Peace Day?

- Your mouth ran dry and you struggled to say your name.

- Membrane chuckled. And it was at that moment you fell for him.

- You ended up getting drunk at the bar and kissing him. You didn't really remember that night to well, but he did.

- After that you went on several dates.

- You received a lot of unwanted attention after the first date. Word spread fast in little old Caliente, Nevada.

- But you felt a deep connection with him. And you'd withstand any amount of attention if you were able to make this work.

- And, against all odds, you did. You got married—which was the talk of the town for days—and moved in with him.

- At this point, you had already met his kids, but they still didn't trust you.

- They were used to being alone. They didn't want some weirdo barging in on them.

- You tried to be a good parent, but they really didn't like you. Well, Gaz thought you were trying to entertain Dib's paranormal fantasy a bit too much (she thought you were faking it tbh).

- But she eventually came around after you showed your favorite games to play. She lost it when you brought up the MLP pony creator.

- It is now a tradition to go "ghost hunting" and play COD with the two of them respectively.

- You may have accidentally taught Gaz to swear in English. She already knew a few things in Spanish but now she can say fuck :)

- While Miguel thinks you're a bit odd for indulging his children, he wouldn't have it any other way.

- He loves that you three are getting along.

- How many times do I say that Membrane can't cook?! You're the one doing the cooking. No ifs, ands, or buts. Doesn't matter if you are a bad cook, you can't be worse than him. The kids, who are sick of takeout and food that tastes fake, love your cooking no matter how bad it may be.

- You totally have family movie nights on Saturdays.

- The overwhelming favorites are horror movies. Y'all have watched The Thing so many times.

- Each time Miguel says how unscientific it is. You can't help but laugh at him. Whenever it gets to the lab scenes, he criticizes each detail. It even goes down to how cluttered a real lab should be.

- A real lab shouldn't be cluttered but Membrane has no fucking idea of how that works.

- Let's be honest, everyone knows that he doesn't know how a lab should look. Hell, when he first showed it to you, he was PROUD of the mess.

- He is a mess.

- The whole family is in fact.

- But you are one too.

#writing #membrane #professor membrane #professor membrane x reader

[cow-smells]

You send them an anonymous love letter [Cobra Kai Headcanons]

Request: Hey! I’m a little new at this whole thing, sorry in advance! I really like your work and writings! It’s super awesome to read! You do a great job! I was wondering if you could do something like an imagine or head canon for Miguel, Robby, Demetri, and Hawk about each of them individually finding an anonymous love letter and trying to figure out who it is + their reaction to finding out it’s (y/n). That would be lovely and I would appreciate it a lot! You’re the best! ( @i-am-lost-and-need-a-map )

A/N: tysm!!! this warmed my heart!! i loved this request!!

 + to all those who’ve sent in requests, I do intend to get to those! tbh i’ve kind of been uninspired to write something lengthy (despite getting some requests i really love) and this headcanon request came just in time.

Words: 1119

Warnings: None

Miguel / Robby / Demetri / Hawk under the cut:

Miguel

His heart would simply implode

this boy is a massive romantic at heart; such a romantic gesture would be sure to captivate him

he'd spend literally his entire day thinking about the letter, about who you might be

he'd scan the girls (and even guys) at school wondering who's behind the letter

trying to see if he catches anyone looking at him other than the usual

he now puts in wayyy too much effort in to how he looks knowing someone has a crush on him

he gets a little discouraged when he doesn't find out who wrote the letter quickly enough

he fears you may have moved on from him, making former insecurities come to life

when you see him looking down you leave him an anonymous note cheering him up, and he does cheer up instantly knowing you're still there and care for him

one day he comes in early to school and sees you slipping a note in to his locker

that's when he knows

he doesn't hesitate to go right up to you to talk about it, even though he's stunned

he never knew he was even on your radar

so he was very happy to find out that he certainly was

he asks you out to golf n stuff right then and there for your first date

Robby

he would legit think it was a prank at first

to the point he'd crumple up your letter and throw it away right after reading it

its not that he didn't like it – it was just so hard for him to believe anyone cared for him that his first instinct would be to write it off as a joke

he'd confront his friends about it

when he noticed they really didn't seem to write it – or know what he was talking about - he was even more confused

they'd make fun of him for receiving a love letter

but he wouldn't care. He'd go find the crumpled up letter and take it home with him, re-examining it

he really didn't want to get his hopes up, but his heart would race at the thought that it might be from you

the next time you two would hang out he'd try to bring up the idea of a love letter to see your reaction

the knowing smile you wore said everything

he decided to take the plunge and kiss you

you (unintentionally) quoted something loving you wrote to him and he swooped on you again, hardly believing this fairy tale is his life

Demetri

oh boy, was he unprepared for this

Demetri struggles with the thought of literally anyone finding him attractive, so for someone to go as far as to write him something so full of affection and want the way you did? Astounding

Once the reality of the situation would sink in, his ego would inflate to dangerous extents

he would be constantly smirking

he wouldn't talk to Sam too much at school so that whoever his admirer is won't think there's anything going on between them

makes sure to find times in between classes and at lunch where he's alone so maybe you'll be able to gather up the courage to walk up to him and expose yourself

when that doesn't immediately happen his pessimistic tenancies come back full swing, thinking you'll never reveal yourself

despite that, he has your letter hung up in his bedroom

behind his door, so he sees it every morning when he wakes up (and so his parents don't)

when he kinda winds down from the whole love letter ordeal he goes to lab where you're partnered up with him

“So how's your week been?”

Thinking back to the letter, he can't hide his proud grin

“Pretty good. Actually, really good”

“Should I assume that's because of my letter?”

he's floored

he liked you, but never thought you could have been harboring such deep feelings for him

you were so out of his league

he wants to reply but he gets stuck in his stuttering, then the teacher walks in and class starts

which is lucky for him, because that gives him 45 minutes to get his shit together and collect the courage to ask you out, to which you happily agree

Hawk

he finds your letter when he opens his locker

coincidentally, his friends are with him and see it

he plays it off cool, like he's so unbothered/unsurprised because he has so many admirers

but, he doesn't show them the contents of the letter, putting it back in his locker to retrieve later when he's alone

his mind races all day, thinking about that letter and he hasn't even opened it yet

he wants to rip it open once he gets home but rather he takes gentle care opening the envelope, making sure not to rip anything

he reads the letter over three times, savoring every word

by the time he goes to bed he's unintentionally memorized half of it

Hawk just so happened to be nursing a massive crush on you

he didn't want to get his hopes up too high, hoping it was from you, because if it wasn't he would be devastated

he didn't even consider it being written by anyone else, he was so set on you

so despite his nerves he urged himself to go and find out who's behind the love letter

the next time he sees you is at a beach party

you're friends, so you talk for a while before he drops it on you:

you offer to go get drinks

“Nah, let me. I owe you at least that much after what you left in my locker, don't I?”

he makes sure not to be too specific in his wording in case it wasn't you

but you can't help but turn red

“How did you know it was me?”

“I didn't”

your jaw falls at his manipulation

so you start to ramble on what you were thinking when you wrote him that letter, trying to reason it-

he shuts you up with a kiss

you don't mind one bit

it's longggg in to your relationship when he admits he keeps that letter in a box under his bed

#cobra kai imagine #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanon #miguel diaz #miguel diaz imagine #cobra kai hawk #eli moskowitz imagine #cobra kai demetri #robby keene #robby keene imagine