#weird ass formatting sorry-

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Lee HC’s! (In order of appearance bc the image-uploading is being weird- sorry for the shit formatting!)

Lee!Sun:

First of all, we shall list what kind of lee he is; Easily flustered.

Sunny obviously wheezes, but he wheezes the most if his rays are being targeted.

Sunny cannot say the t-word for the life of him when he’s in a lee!mood, but can easily say it when actual tkls aren’t involved. Worst spot is his wrists, lightly tracing his wrist will kill the poor guy- (but he will be very happy despite his whines of protest.)

Whenever Earth goes to play with his rays, the reason he always sounds so startled, is because he’s trying not to laugh.

Sun is less of a wriggler, and more of a bargainer, opting to try and talk his way out of being wrecked instead of actually trying to escape.

Lee!Moon:

Moon is the kind of lee who insists they’re not ticklish somewhere, only for it to be like- one of their worst spots.

Speaking of worst spots, His knees. His knees, are just death. He is rendered helpless the second you go for his knees.

Moon is more of a ler than a lee usually, but will very embarrassedly ask Sun, Earth, Or Solar for tkls when he’s in a lee!mood, he would go to Lunar only if he needs the kind of tkls that completely fry your brain, like if he’s overthinking about his past self or something similar.

Definitely more of a wriggler than Sun- he will fight for his LIFE (even if he’s the one who asked for tkls.)

Inspired by a certain fic, (You know who you are /pos) A good way to comfort or calm him is light tkls on the hand, typically Sun or Earth does this, but Solar has been allowed to do so a couple times.

Lee!Earth:

Probably the most open lee of the group- like, she can directly ask for tkls without using any code words or substitutes, even in a really bad Lee!mood- (the others envy her bravery)

Worst spot is her hips, but a close second is the back of her neck, under her mountain of hair.

Will go to anyone she trusts for tkls, but mainly opts to ask Monty, Sun, Moon, Lunar and Solar, as she’s closest with them.

Has thought about asking Moon or Solar to add a cropped turtleneck to her list of outfits, but is a little hesitant. (not too cropped, like- right where the ribs end.)

Very fond of tkls in general, as it’s a very good way to strengthen bonds with those you love. Lee!Lunar:

One of the worst wrigglers of the entire celestial family, no matter what-

Has difficulty saying the t-word when in a lee!mood, but it’s not impossible for him.

Has very likely been the Guinea pig for Gemini (Castor and Pollux) when they were curious about tkls, Pollux was probably the one to bring it up. (Before all uh. The recent happenings, of course.)

Worst spot is probably his tummy, (wow so creative/j) but a very close second is the joints of his arms.

Super feather-sensitive because I say so.

Cheer up tkls are his kryptonite, but they don’t Always work-

Has been tkld by Jack before, because he made the mistake of mentioning the word while Jack was nearby- (wasn’t as bad as he expected, kinda fun actually.) Lee!Blood-Twins:

More Ler’s than Lee’s, but The less crazy one, (I personally call this one HarvestMoon/Harvest) typically has more lee!moods than the more feral one (Normal ol BloodMoon)

Now these two, THEY are THE WORST wrigglers in the celestial family, with Lunar being a very, VERY close second.

They will bite and claw whoever is tklng them, no matter who it is- they will cause damage- it is inevitable- you’re signing your death certificate if you try to get them-

Like Sun, they CANNOT say the T-word, but like. Ever- it doesn’t matter what context the situation has, they’re going to substitute the word- the t-word hurts their pride and ego, and they refuse to let that happen. If they do actually say the t-word, it is very much an accident that they will recall whenever they try to sleep- and curl up into a flustered little ball of growls.

They pretend to hate tkls, but due to how rare it is that they get any kind of positive touch, they absolutely secretly adore it.

Obviously their worst spot is the left underarm, where that weak point is, (THAT CANONICALLY IS TKLISH‼️) but a close second is their tummy, because of how doglike they act sometimes.

Playing off the last one, yes. Yes they kick like a puppy when someone tkls their tummy. It is incredibly embarrassing for them, though, as they cannot control it, and will very likely growl the whole time-

They do indeed have a “sweet spot” like a dog, but I’m just gonna let y’all try and guess where it is <3 (I’m evil I know.). Lee!Eclipse:

OH MY FUCKING GOD. Literally the biggest goddamn lee of the celestial family it’s not even funny.

He is a walking death-spot, but his absolute worst spot is most definitely the middle of his back, he goes LIMP immediately.

Ridiculously touch-starved, so he’s very likely to just melt into any tkls he’s given. (Sometimes even if the intent is malicious-)

Like Sun, he wheezes, but (because I say so) he will occasionally let out a catlike giggle or squeak, which he’s very flustered by.

HE CANNOT EVEN USE SUBSTITUTES FOR THE T-WORD. He just has to hint around without mentioning anything even slightly similar to the dreaded t-word and pray that whoever he’s trying to get tkls from catches his drift.

He’s the most likely to get clingy if he’s been thoroughly wrecked, it doesn’t matter who did it, he’s gonna cling to them and refuse to let go- such a pathetic wet cat of a man. Lee!Solar:

Yeah, like Earth, he’s also a pretty calm lee (not open about it though-)

Solar can say the t-word, without substitutes, no matter what, and it’s VERY RARE for him to use a substitute.

Actually quite fond of “go the fuck to sleep/take a break” tkls. (Sometimes purposefully stays up too late working on something to provoke the others (Mainly Moon and Spaniard (the computer) into tklng him-)

Not much of a wriggler or a bargainer, but definitely a whiner- he will protest so damn much despite visibly enjoying the tkls.

Solar’s worst spot is like, right above his hips. He will definitely hiccup if you go for that.

Lee!KC:

Used to be more of a ler before he went all hippy mode (/pos) but now leans more towards being a lee.

Like Moon, his worst spot is his knees, but back when he had his mindscape form, it was definitely his paws- 100%. (Yes KC used to have paws, I’m still reeling myself in after nearly a year.)

more of a soft giggler, with very few loud noises like squeals or shrieks.

He can say the t-word sometimes, but usually has to use substitutes. Lee!ForkFace:

One of the more ler-learning members of the group, but definitely still has lee!moods.

whenever Forky decides to have their rays, that’s usually how you can tell they’re in a lee!mood, as their rays are quite tklish but not as much as Sun’s or any of the other ray-possessors.

Has the quietest giggles of the whole group, mainly because they rarely talk- but definitely has moments when they go from quiet, rapid breathing to simulate giggling, to a sudden screech-

Oddly enough, their worst spot is their lower-arm, a close second would be their neck.

a little more embarrassed about tkls than you’d think, especially because it’s more difficult to ask for them when they don’t feel like talking.

Earth and Foxy are the people they mainly go to for tkls, Earth is the one who taught them what it is, actually! Lee!JackOMoon:

Puppy brained little goober who barely understands the concept of tkls, had to research it one day because he mistook Solar wrecking Lunar (for calling him a twink) as violence, and tried to mutilate Solar-

Doesn’t understand why he suddenly feels an urge to be tkld, but usually goes to Solar, Lunar or surprisingly ForkFace to ask about it.

Can say the t-word in any context, as he doesn’t really understand anything that he feels when in a lee!mood.

Has tried to tkl himself, was very confused when it didn’t cause the same sensation as when someone else does.

Like BloodMoon (and Harvest,) Jack’s puppy brain causes him to kick when someone gets his tummy.

The second boldest lee of the group, right behind Earth, as he can’t feel embarrassment (not yet anyway- the day he gains embarrassment, he will be in the same boat as Eclipse in terms of asking for tkls-). Lee!Ruin:

3rd most open lee of the group, very capable of just asking for tkls without substitutes.

Despite being able to say the t-word, he will definitely Hesitate to ask for tkls- he’s very self conscious the poor lad.

Ruin is more of a “go limp and whine” kind of lee, but doesn’t deny that he likes tkls.

if he’s unable to bring himself to ask for tkls, he will pout and whine like a toddler until someone catches on.

Like Eclipse, he’s a walking deathspot- AND THIS IS BY CHOICE, HE BUILT HIS OWN BODY, HE WIRED HIS SENSORS THIS WAY. (The others love to tease him about that, and the friendly teasing always just makes him super happy and feel like he’s not a burden or out of place <3) (I’ll add ler HC’s later- rn I have writers block💀)

#Sun and Moon Show tickles #TSAMs tk HC’s #Lee!Sun #Lee!Moon #Lee!Earth #Lee!Lunar #Lee!BloodMoon #(Lee!HarvestMoon) #Lee!Eclipse #Lee!Solar #Lee!KC #(Lee!KillCode) #Lee!ForkFace #Lee!JackO #(Lee!JackOMoon) #Lee!Ruin #Tickle headcanons #weird ass formatting sorry-

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gorgeous

park sunghoon x gender neutral! reader

college student! au || 5.4k

this is literally over a year old and I’m only posting it now I’m the worst and I’m not going to proofread it either, whether or not it makes sense is in god’s hands, it’s also been like 5 and a half years since I played beer pong so hopefully I remember it correctly rip

there’s some underage drinking and y/n has some ~suggestive~ thoughts about sunghoon, there’s just kissing though - we’re also going to pretend y/n has a brother for the sake of this storyline, so sorry if you don’t

summary: you’ve been kind of crushing on this cute guy in your business class for a while now, but like, it’s not like he’d ever like you back anyway, he doesn’t even know you exist …. right?

You don’t believe in crushes. They’re a waste of time and energy, in your opinion. As a college student, dating someone is definitely not one of your priorities.

But of course, that hot guy in your business class exists.

You notice him on the first day of class. He’s absolutely stunning. He always looks so well put together, meanwhile there’s you, who woke up 20 minutes before class started and ran down the street in sweats. You’re sure if he was the one wearing sweats, he’d still look gorgeous.

He’s 110% your type, but you push it aside. There’s no point in trying to get with him. Even if there was, he’s out of your league. You don’t even know each other’s names. Every time you think about it, you come up with a list of reasons it wouldn’t work out. As long as you remember those, you’ll be fine.

That’s what you keep telling yourself, until you actually have to speak to him during your second class.

“Okay everyone, work with the person sitting behind you. Do practice questions 1-5, make sure you write down your answers, and then submit them to the dropbox online. When you’re done, you can leave.”

You look at your friend, rolling your eyes. In every other course, your professors just let you work with the person sitting next to you. You don’t know why this prof feels the need to make life harder for all of you.

The person in front of you is already working with someone else, so you turn around, hoping you get paired up with someone decent.

“Hey,” a voice says from behind you. “I’m Sunghoon.”

You want to throw yourself out a window. He looks even better up close, as cheesy as it is to say. You aren’t even sure you brushed your hair this morning.

“y/n.” He smiles, pulling his laptop closer.

“Last name?”

“What?” He smirks.

“For the assignment,” he clarifies. “It needs both our names on it.”

“Oh, right, duh.” You spell it for him and tell him your student number.

“Let’s get it, I guess.” You laugh, opening your textbook to the right page. As long as you can get through this without making a total fool of yourself, you’ll be fine.

“Okay,” you say, “question one.”

Thankfully, Sunghoon’s pretty talkative and he actually pays attention in class, so he has answers. You agree with them, for the most part, and add things on here and there.

“So for solvency ratios, you divide by net income, right?” Sunghoon asks, focused on his laptop.

“It’s net income divided by liabilities.” You’re pretty sure. But he makes you nervous. “Isn’t it?”

“Let me see that.” You hand over the textbook, letting him flip through to find the answer. You’re about to turn back to your laptop and scroll through your notes when Sunghoon groans. “You’re right, y/n. I’m just stupid.”

“Yes.” His head snaps up. It takes you a second to realize what you’ve said, but you can’t take it back now, so you just shrug.

“Damn, y/n. I thought we were friends.” You shake your head, not sure what to say. You’re scared you’ll just embarrass yourself at this point, so you try to focus on literally anything else.

It’s okay though, because Sunghoon is still smiling at you. You can’t ignore your heart beating a little bit faster. You hate that he has this effect on you. Especially since it’s your first time having a proper conversation with him.

He asks you for the next question, breaking your thoughts.

It doesn’t take you much longer to get through the work. When you’re done, Sunghoon turns his laptop around so you can double check everything. Once you give it the green light, he hands it in.

“I think he said we’re free to go now, right?” You ask, awkwardly. There’s still a lot of people in the room. You don’t want to be the first two to leavy.

“I believe so.” Sunghoon closes his laptop and pulls his jacket on. It looks expensive. You kind of wish you had one for yourself, but you know you probably can’t afford it. “Are you heading out? I’ll walk with you.”

You glance at your friend across the row, who’s still working. Part of you wants to say yes, and see what happens. Realistically, you know you’d be too nervous to say anything. You have no idea if he cares about you enough to continue speaking to you.

“That’s okay,” you tell him, gesturing towards your friend. “I’m gonna finish up some work and wait.”

“Sure,” he grabs his bag and gets up. “I’ll see you around then, y/n.” You nod awkwardly.

“Have a good weekend.” He smiles at you again, and it makes you just as nervous as the last time.

“You too.”

You watch as he heads down the aisle and out the door. As much as you try to focus on your other coursework, you can’t get him out of your head. You almost want to kill him for getting to you like this.

That night, while you’re practicing how to calculate solvency ratios, you’re still thinking of him.

You’ve probably seen him around campus before, but you don’t know anything about him. You have a feeling he’s older than you, but you’re not sure. You put your notebook away and grab your phone, opening Instagram.

It doesn’t take you long to find him. Thankfully, his profile is public.

You scroll through, looking at all the photos of him with his friends. There are some of him alone as well. You can’t help but notice how aesthetic his feed is. It suits him. Your profile is boring in comparison. The odds of him looking at it are slim anyway. You’re not too worried.

There’s a lot of photos of him with one girl as well. You click on her profile, trying to figure out if they’re together. There are pictures of her with some other guy. One of the captions mentions something about their third anniversary.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. You actually have a chance.

That thought makes you stop in your tracks. You don’t need a chance, you don’t have a crush on him. Do you?

You put your phone face down on your desk, opening your business textbook again.

Solvency ratios are a thousand times more interesting than Park Sunghoon. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway.

You have to get this stupid boy off your mind, as soon as possible.

===

You pretend he doesn’t exist until you see him in class on Friday.

When you walk into your lecture hall, you pass by him. When he notices you, he looks up and smiles. You try smile back like a normal person, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks.

You find your friends a few rows back, and get settled next to them. Usually when you get bored in lectures, you distract yourself on your laptop. Today, you find your eyes focusing on Sunghoon.

When you glance at him, he’s running his hand through his hair. You can’t help but wonder how soft it is. An image of the two of you making out pops into your head. The thought of your fingers tangled in his hair makes you blush. You hope none of your friends notice.

Your professor gives you some group work to do soon after that. You’re grateful for once, as it gives you something else to focus on.

Once you’ve completed it with your friends, you can’t help but glance at Sunghoon again. He’s talking to the person next to him, laughing at something they said. You can’t help but wish that was you making him laugh like that.

“Did you get what our prof said earlier?” Your friend says from beside you. You jump, trying to act normal.

“Sorry, what?”

“Our prof,” your friend says. “What pages did he say to study for our quiz?”

“Oh, right.” You scroll through the notes you took on your laptop, trying to find where you wrote it down.

For the rest of the lecture, you make sure to focus. You’ll be damned if your GPA drops because you were staring at some random boy in class instead of paying attention. That would be an absolute embarrassment.

When class is over, your friends ask if you want to get lunch with them. You say sure, packing up your things, getting ready to go.

As all of you head out of the room, trying to decide where to eat, you feel a hand on your arm.

“Wait, y/n,” you turn around. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Of course it’s Sunghoon.

“What’s going on?” One of your friends ask. You shake your head.

“Go,” you tell them. “Text me and I’ll meet you there after.” They nod, and you watch them disappear down the hallway.

“Sorry,” Sunghoon says when you turn to face him, “I wanted to catch you before I forget.”

“Sure,” you respond. You have literally no idea what he wants.

“I just wanted to say I know you.” You blink.

“I’m sorry, what?” Sunghoon looks down. He seems almost embarrassed.

“That probably sounded creepy, whoops.”

“A little bit.” The two of you smile at each other.

“I know your brother,” he clarifies.

“You do?” He nods, telling you they were friends in elementary school. When he mentions the classes they were in together, you recognize their teachers’ names. Your brother’s 2 years older than you, so Sunghoon must be as well.

“Last week I thought your name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t figure out where I’d heard it before.”

“Oh, wow,” you respond. “I feel bad, I don’t remember you at all.” As soon as it comes out of your mouth, you regret it. You probably sound so mean. Sunghoon doesn’t seem fazed.

“I didn’t think you would, we never really spoke before.”

“Wait,” you say, suddenly. A memory just popped into your head. “Didn’t my brother accidentally slam your finger in a door at his birthday party? Or am I thinking of someone else?”

“That was me.” Sunghoon laughs. “Of all things to remember, it had to be the most embarrassing one.”

“I’m sorry.” You can’t help but laugh too.

“I’m just glad I exist somewhere in your memory.” That makes you blush.

“Of course you do.” He smiles at you.

“Anyway,” he says. “Your friends are probably waiting for you, you should go.”

“Oh, right.” You had almost forgotten about them. “Good thinking.”

“We can catch up later,” he tells you. “I’ll see you around, y/n.”

“See you.”

Once he’s walked away, you pull out your phone, trying to figure out where your friends went. They’re right next door, so you speed walk over. You need advice. You can’t believe Sunghoon remembers you from over ten years ago. You can’t wrap your mind around it.

“He likes you!” is the immediate reaction when you tell your friends what Sunghoon said. You roll your eyes, but you’re pretty sure you’re blushing.

“Oh my god, do you like him too?” Your best friend asks. You shake your head right away.

“Of course not.”

“I wonder what he looked like as a kid, was he cute then?” You shrug.

“I genuinely do not remember him.”

“But he remembers you.”

“Maybe you have a point,” you admit.

“Exactly!” Your best friend says. “He was thinking of you outside of class, that means something y/n.”

“Oh my god.” You can’t argue with that logic. “And he said we could catch up later, what does that even mean?”

“He wants to talk to you again!” One of your other friends chimes in. “I ship it.”

You cover your face, so no one sees you blushing. “I don’t need this right now. It sounds like a fic or something.”

“y/n’s out here living my dream life. Your brother’s best friend, my god.” You roll your eyes. “Did he ask for your number?”

“No.” You sigh.

“Idiot.” That makes you laugh. “You have the rest of the semester to make him fall in love with you. That’s more than enough time.”

They all start talking about something else, which you’re grateful for. Although Sunghoon’s still in the back of your mind. They made some valid points.

He was thinking about you outside of class. And he did imply he wants to talk to you again.

Then again, that doesn’t mean anything. He was probably just being nice.

But when you get home that night, your phone lights up while you’re getting ready for bed. When you see it’s an Instagram notification, you pray it’s him.

It’s just your cousin. You hate that you’re disappointed.

As you lay there in the dark, contemplating whether you should add him as a friend, you can’t deny it.

You do have a crush on Park Sunghoon after all. Damn it.

===

For the next week, you try to act cool about it. You haven’t spoken to Sunghoon since he told you he knows you. You were hoping he would add you on some form of social media, but he hasn’t. You know you could make the first move yourself, but you’re too anxious to do that.

Your friends continue to tease you, but you just roll your eyes and tell them to stop being ridiculous.

You make more of an effort with your appearance for the next class. Sunghoon’s always showing up in blazers, looking flawless. You know you could never reach his level, but you should at least try.

The stupid boy’s got you waking up early just so you can pick a decent outfit and make sure you look alive. You hate him.

You get to class before he does on Friday. Thankfully, your friends don’t say anything about it when you sit with them in the back.

Towards the end of class, your professor reminds you of your midterm project.

“I know it’s early, but you should start preparing.” He says. “I’ve randomly assigned you partners, you can find them under the class list online.”

“What if you got paired up with your future boyfriend, y/n?” One of your friends whispers.

“Shut up.”

But you open a new tab in your browser and check anyway.

“Oh no.” Your friends all turn to look at you. You highlight where your name and Sunghoon’s are on the screen and turn your laptop to face them. “I’m screwed.”

“No, you’re not!”

“It’s a good opportunity to get closer to him.” You roll your eyes. “Literally or figuratively.”

“Stop it!” Although you have been thinking about getting closer to him physically these days. You would never admit it though. Those thoughts are for you, and you alone.

After class, you contemplate asking Sunghoon for his number, for academic purposes, of course, but you can’t find the courage to do it. You expect him to come over and ask for yours, but he doesn’t either. You’re slightly disappointed while you walk home from class.

Later that night, you get a Facebook message from him. You had completely forgotten you even have Facebook, considering you never use it anymore. You don’t know anyone your age who uses it. Then again, Sunghoon is older, so maybe that’s why.

Sunghoon [10:37pm]: hey y/n, I saw we’re partners for the midterm project

Sunghoon [10:37pm]: we should probably meet up and figure out what we’re gonna write about

y/n [10:40pm]: hey !!

As soon as you send the double exclamation mark, you want to kick yourself. You sound way too excited. It’s bad enough you’re responding less than 5 minutes after he messaged you.

y/n [10:41pm]: that’s probably a good idea, did you have something in mind already?

Sunghoon [10:41pm]: I haven’t looked at the instructions yet, I don’t even know what the paper is on

The fact that he responded so quickly makes you even more excited. Then again, he could’ve just had his phone in his hand anyway. It’s probably just convenient for him to respond to you now instead of waiting.

Sunghoon [10:43pm]: you live on campus, right?

Sunghoon [10:43pm]: we could meet in the student centre over the weekend and think it over

You’re about to respond and tell him yes, of course, when you get another message.

Sunghoon [10:44pm]: or we can wait, I know normal people go out on the weekend

That makes you pause for a second. What is he trying to say? You shake it off.

y/n [10:45pm]: are you not a normal person, park sunghoon? 👀

You don’t know what compels you to use his full name like that. Hopefully he doesn’t think it’s weird.

Sunghoon [10:45pm]: shut up y/n 😤

Sunghoon [10:45pm]: I just thought you might have like, a hot date or something, I didn’t want to ruin your plans

You want to scream. You wish you had the guts to send something back about going on a hot date with him, but you can’t bring yourself to do it.

y/n [10:47pm]: don’t worry

y/n [10:47pm]: you can have me all to yourself

Why are you so stupid? Sunghoon reads your message before you even have time to figure out if there’s a way to unsend it.

Sunghoon [10:47pm]: good

Sunghoon [10:48pm]: does tomorrow work for you?

y/n [10:48pm]: sure

You’re afraid to say too many words, in case you wind up saying something stupid again.

Sunghoon [10:49pm]: 2?

y/n [10:49pm]: yeah, that works!

Sunghoon [10:50pm]: okay cool

Sunghoon [10:50pm]: I’ll probably stop at starbucks before

Sunghoon [10:50pm]: what’s your order?

Okay, now you’re really going to scream. The fact that he’s willing to bring you a drink is so sweet. He could just be being nice, but you choose to believe this is something more.

You take a second to think about it. You can’t even remember your usual Starbucks order. Your mind’s gone completely blank. You open the app on your phone to look at their menu. Then you realize how stupid you seem. Sunghoon’s not good for your health.

y/n [10:53pm]: an iced chai latte would be great 🥺

y/n [10:53pm]: bless your soul

Sunghoon [10:54pm]: okay cool I’ll see you then

You don’t want to leave him on read, but you have no idea what else to say. You like his message instead. A heart seems a little excessive, but whatever.

The next day you get to the student centre earlier than you intended. Your anxiety convinced you it would be best to get there before Sunghoon. You find a spot in the corner and pull out your laptop, looking at the assignment requirements.

About five minutes later, you get a message from Sunghoon. You tell him you’re over by the vending machines.

It takes all your energy not to stare at the door and wait for him to come in. You force yourself to look at literally anything else. The last thing you want to do is make a fool of yourself. Again.

“y/n!” Sunghoon sits on the couch across from you, putting your drink down on the table in front of you. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” you respond, picking it up. He got you a venti. After you take a sip, you pull out your phone. “Here, I’ll pay you back right now.”

“No, it’s okay.” He shakes his head, smiling. “It’s my treat.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” He gets his laptop out of his bag. “You can get it next time.”

The fact that he thinks there’s going to be a next time makes you blush. You focus on the screen in front of you, you can’t bring yourself to look at him. He probably means another study session, but you can’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

“Shall we pick a topic?”

The two of you spend the next hour working. You both wanted to research a similar topic. Sunghoon says he’s okay going with your idea. He thinks it’s better than his. You can’t hide your smile.

You both go through your university’s online library, looking for resources. Once you’ve found the required amount of peer-reviewed articles, you decide to take a break.

Sunghoon watches as you chug about half of your drink.

“Thirsty, are we?” You almost choke. You know he didn’t mean it like that, but part of you wonders if he’s winding you up.

“Shut up.” He just smiles, taking a sip of his own drink.

You finish it, and suggest you get back to work right away. You aren’t sure how to make conversation with him like a normal person, so it’s probably best to just focus on your school work.

The two of you come up with an outline for your paper and decide to stop there for now. Sunghoon suggests you get together in a few days, to add some information and start writing the actual paper. You tell him sure, promising to buy him Starbucks then. He agrees.

As you leave the building together, part of you hopes he’ll offer to walk you home. He doesn’t.

“I’ll see you later, y/n.” You nod.

“Sure.”

“I’ll text you.”

That makes you smile.

“Sure,” you say again, sounding much happier this time.

You hope Sunghoon doesn’t notice, but he’s laughing as he walks away.

You completely forget about it when you get home, as your roommates bombard you the second you walk through the door.

“What’s going on?” You ask, taking off your shoes. “Did someone die?”

One of them shakes her head. “Jungwon invited us to his Halloween party.”

“Halloween party?” You frown. “We never go to parties.”

“Well no,” your other roommate responds. “But it’s Jungwon.”

That’s a solid point. All of you have known Jungwon for quite a while now.

A lot of the guys on your campus are big into drinking, throwing parties every weekend. You and your roommates aren’t into that sort of thing. Some of them don’t even drink. But Jungwon’s pretty tame, you know he wouldn’t throw a crazy party like that. This one will definitely be much calmer. You trust him.

“Do we have to dress up?” You ask, more concerned about that than anything else.

“Of course we do!”

“Let’s do matching costumes.”

“Please, no.”

“Come on, y/n! It’ll be fun.”

===

The second you step into the party, you regret going. You should’ve convinced your friends to stay home and watch scary movies instead. You feel so stupid with the cat ears on your head and the whiskers you drew on with eyeliner. You don’t even have a tail.

Now, you’re awkwardly sitting on the couch in Jungwon’s living room. There’s some Pitbull song about a hotel room playing from another room. They could have at least chosen better music.

Your friends are having fun, at least. One of them got you a drink. You aren’t sure what it is. Coke and something. Maybe vodka? It tastes good, that’s all that matters to you.

When your friends decide to play beer pong, you can’t help but laugh. One of them is quite tipsy, so her aim is way off. After missing a few shots, her partner gives up on her.

“We’re switching players,” your friend tells the other team. “y/n, come here.” You didn’t sign up for this, but at least it’ll give you something to do. You get up and walk over.

“Wait, wait,” one of the guys says. Jay, you think. You know he’s one of Jungwon’s friends. “If you’re allowed to change players halfway through the game, so are we.”

“Go on then,” you respond, grabbing a ping pong ball. Your team is losing. You’ve got 2 cups left on your side of the table. Jay’s side has 5. You know you’re probably screwed, but it’s worth a shot. Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s making you competitive.

“Get out of here, Jake.” Poor Jake looks slightly wasted too. You don’t blame Jay for wanting him out. “Sunghoon, you’re up.”

You freeze. Of course Park Sunghoon’s who you’re playing against. The universe seems obsessed with throwing the two of you together.

He’s dressed as a vampire, which suits him quite well. He pulls out his fake teeth and grabs a ping pong ball.

“Oh, hey kitty,” he says when he notices you. It takes you a second to realize he’s referring to your costume. “You look cute.” His smile almost makes you pass out. There’s no way you’re winning this. Your team would’ve been better off with your drunk friend instead.

“Shut up.” It’s the only thing you can think to say. Sunghoon raises an eyebrow at you before tossing the ball. It lands right into the cup in front of you.

“No, y/n,” he replies. “You shut up.”

You give him a dirty look, grabbing your drink. Thankfully, someone suggested you leave the cups empty and have your own drinks whenever you need to. Apparently one of Jungwon’s roommates said traditional beer pong is unsanitary. You agree.

While you take a few sips, your friend makes a quiet comment about how Sunghoon’s clearly flirting with you. You almost choke. This entire situation is ridiculous, you should just run away.

“Okay, let’s go.” You say once you’re finished. Thankfully, you manage to get a ball into one of their cups as well. Jay grabs his beer, quickly drinking some before taking his shot.

When he misses, you can’t help but cheer. You’re a little bit louder than you intended though. You spot Sunghoon smiling at you from across the room.

Your friend manages to get the next ball in as well. Sunghoon throws back his head while he chugs his drink and you can’t help but to notice what a pretty neck he has. All you want is to pull him into an empty room and mark him as yours.

Jay’s voice snaps you back to reality. Maybe you should have dressed up as the vampire instead.

Thankfully, you don’t totally suck at beer pong. You manage to get 2 balls in yourself, and your friend gets 2 as well.

The boys have only managed to get the one in. You’re down to one cup each. It’s your turn, so you let your friend take the shot.

Once the ball lands in the final cup, you cheer. All your friends crowd around the two of you, giving you a big group hug. You almost want to dance to the stupid Pitbull hotel room song. Maybe coming to this party wasn’t a total flop after all.

As you all let go of each other, you see Sunghoon across the table, finishing whatever’s left of his drink. When he puts the cup down, he makes eye contact with you. You’re surprised you manage to hold his gaze. It’s probably the alcohol.

You’re even more shocked when he appears right in front of you. It’s quite loud. He leans down so you can hear him.

“Let’s get out of here.” You can feel his breath on your ear.

“Okay.” His face breaks out into a smile, and he grabs your hand. You barely have time to process it before he’s leading you out of the room.

“Where are we going?” You ask, once both of you are in the hallway.

“My room.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Your eyes go wide.

“No, it’s okay,” he says quickly. “I live here. Didn’t you know?”

You follow him as he leads you up the stairs. “Nope.”

“I’ve lived with Jungwon since last year.” Sunghoon pushes his bedroom door open, letting you walk in first. It’s cleaner than you thought it would be. “I didn’t know you were friends.”

“We did a project together in psych once,” you tell him. You have no idea where you’re supposed to go. The only place to really sit is his bed but that doesn’t feel right.

“Come here.” Sunghoon takes your hand again, pulling you over to the window. You didn’t realize it opened out onto the roof. It’s flat so you’re not concerned about drunkenly falling off.

“Wait, this is so cool.” He opens the window, climbing through first. Then he helps you, holding onto your waist until you get your footing. “Thanks.”

He pulls off his vampire cape, laying it down so the two of you can sit on it. You make sure you’re facing him.

“The view isn’t that nice though.” The two of you glance towards the street. It’s the main road on your campus. There’s not much to look at, besides a lot of buildings.

“Don’t look at that,” you respond. “Look at me.” You’re surprised you have the guts to say it. If you're going to flirt with him, it may as well be now, while you’ve got liquid courage in your veins.

“Gladly.” When you make eye contact again, you feel less nervous. “You’re much prettier anyway.”

You can’t get a read on him. He must be somewhat interested in you if he’s ditched a party and brought you up to his room. It would only make sense.

“Don’t be silly."

“I’m not,” he replies.

You aren’t really sure what to say to him, so you two sit in silence for a little while. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable.

“I was going to ask you to come here,” Sunghoon says suddenly.

“To your room?” He shakes his head.

“To the party, I mean.”

“Oh, duh.” It must be the alcohol making your brain fuzzy. Or maybe it’s being in his presence. Or both.

“When I found out Jungwon told you about the party instead, I was kind of sad.”

“Oh?” You aren’t sure where he’s going with this.

“Yeah,” Sunghoon looks down. “I thought I missed my chance.”

“To do what?”

“Remember when you said I was stupid?” His voice is quiet. You can’t help but reach out and lift his head so he’s looking at you. Once you make eye contact, you drop your hand so it’s on his arm instead.

“Technically, you said it.” You remind him. “I just agreed.”

“Right,” he says, smiling. “Well, you had a point.”

“I know.” That makes him laugh.

“I should’ve asked for your number then.”

“What are you trying to say, Park Sunghoon?”

“I like you, y/n.” You take his hand in yours.

“I like you too, Sunghoon.” He shakes his head.

“No, like, I like you.” You smile.

“I know,” you tell him. “I’ve had a crush on you since the beginning of the semester.”

“You have?” He seems shocked.

“Of course,” you hit him with your other hand, but he grabs that one too. “Have you seen yourself?”

He looks down, smiling at himself. “You think I’m handsome?” He asks quietly.

“Why are you acting all shy?” Sunghoon looks up again. You’re pretty sure he’s blushing. “Obviously, I do.”

“Wait, wait,” he says, “I got distracted.”

“Distracted from what?”

“I meant to ask you a question.”

“Go on then.” You squeeze both his hands.

“Can I have your number?”

You can’t stop yourself from laughing. You didn’t know what he was going to say, but you didn’t expect that.

“Give me your phone.”

Once you’ve typed your info in, you hand it back. Right away, your own phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out, checking the message Sunghoon sent you.

Unknown [12:03am]: can I take you on a date tomorrow?

y/n [12:04am]: tomorrow as in today or tomorrow tomorrow

Sunghoon laughs from beside you. You can’t help but smile as well. While he responds, you save him as a contact.

Sunghoon [12:05am]: whenever you want

y/n [12:05am]: I’d love to :)

You wait for Sunghoon to text you back, but he doesn’t. When you glance over at him, he’s already looking at you.

“Good,” he whispers, before leaning into you.

You don’t hesitate, immediately doing the same. You can’t help but grin into the kiss. You’re pretty sure Sunghoon is as well.

When he pulls away, you’re laughing.

“Are you laughing because I’m a bad kisser or because you’re drunk?”

“I’m not sure,” you admit. “Kiss me again and I’ll let you know.”

Sunghoon smiles, pulling you into him again.

“Sure,” he places a kiss on your neck. “I’d be more than happy to.”

#sunghoon #fluff #enhypen #enha #sunghoon scenario #sunghoon imagine #enhypen scenario #enhypen imagine #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon imagines #enhypen scenarios #also sorry for the random ass taylor swift song title again I think it’s kind of fitting #also I was trying to format this and my mother comes into the room and starts talking to me about tea like kelly I'm trying to do something #anyway #emojis look so weird italicized damn I never noticed before

[karamazovanon]

katerina ivanovna verkhovtseva + mitski (the brothers karamazov, tr. mcduff - i bet on losing dogs)

#katerina ivanovna verkhovtseva #the brothers karamazov #im really really normal about this i swear. #katya ivanovna #my holy trinity of mitski tbk drafts rn is katya/i bet on losing dogs + grushenka/liquid smooth + lise/class of 2013 #making this physically hurt me btw #long ass post too but the formatting would look weird otherwise #anonpost #ive connected the dots #katya #sorry for posting so much today i have no self control

[deanmarywinchester]

sorry for new yorkposting. anyway please see this real actual the intercept interview with bill de blasio on the subject of him dropping a groundhog to its death.

[image description: a screenshot of an emailed interview. text reads: ‘On a lighter but more tragic note, do you have any regrets about dropping the groundhog in 2014?

Yeah. 100 percent. I'm like, "Don't make me hold a fucking groundhog." I mean, what the hell? Let me tell you exactly what happened.

Please.

I go there and it's seven in the morning, which means my motor skills are not at their best. I put on these gloves, and they're like, "Here's a groundhog," I'm like, "What the fuck?" I'm like, "Don't you have a little more coaching to go with this or whatever?" It was idiocy. Why would you want an elected official to hold a groundhog? I don't know anything about holding groundhogs. So the whole thing is just insane. There's an original sin here. Don't hand someone a groundhog, right?

That sounds like the name of a children's book.

Only trained groundhog holders. And do you squeeze it really tight? I mean, what do you do? So I'm like, talk about a lack of advance work.’ end image description]

#I’m like don’t make me hold a fucking groundhog #why is the word groundhog inherently comedic. bill murray comedy ass city #my posts #nyc tag #sorry for weird formatting the intercept is paywalled so I was emailed this interview #cw animal death #? like I guess idk if ppl need that tagged

[autumnalternating]

according to twitter user ruru_ryuyou, this was the concept art for dark keroros original team. hate to say it but zoruru being here is hilarious to me.

#keroro gunso #sgt frog #god zoruru is so funny. where WONT he be #wheres waldo ass. #dark keroro #shivava #doruru #zoruru #off brand kururu? idk #loveposts #they also mentioned tamama and fuyuki would have either joined the team or would become the team themselves #but im going through google translate and even the twitter user had said take that with a grain of salt #also sorry if the formatting is weird im on mobile

[sanjisboyfie]

one piece smau: misc. edition

— miscellaneous :P probably pt.1 bc this is so fun to dooooo

— no romantic pairings, just the strawhats being cutie friends, male reader!!!

ー idk if the formatting is weird on desktop bc i did this all on my mobile 😭😭😭

liked by freeluffy, roro.zoro, and 8.6k others

-> ._.[name]: luffy is recycling, recycling is good for the enviornment!!! be like luffy <3

tagged: freeluffy

dni_nami: who on earth would want to be like that idiot ???

-> roro.zoro: no bc shes right

-> ._.[name]: you guys r so mean 😭😭

dr.law: im surprised there arent more bottles, u guys had the whole block awake....

-> freeluffy: we had to make five trips :DDD

-> ttchopper: FIVE TRIPS?????

-> dr.law: and when your guys' livers fail ill b there to laugh

-> ._.[name]: actin like u werent sneakin in shots of vodka :/// alright buddyyyyy

-> uso_pp: LMFOAOAO

-> SUPERCOLA: u jus got exposed

liked by ._.[name], dni_nami, and 4.6k others

uso_pp: im beggin yall to stop getting into drinking contests w zoro and nami

tagged: ._.[name]

._.[name]: naw trust next time i got em

-> uso_pp: didnt u say ts last time???

-> dni_nami: the fact he keeps thinking hes gonna win is crazy

-> ._.[name]: imma win back all my money

-> uso_pp: AND YOU BET MONEY??? ur gonna b in eternal debt [name]

princesanji: my beautiful nami is always coming out on top 😻😻😻

-> ._.[name]: who r u ???

-> princesanji: i dont interact w losers

-> dni_nami: sanji, ur the reason my username is what it is please do not test me rn

[liked by ._.[name], robinkills, and 80 others]

liked by ._.[name] and 7.3k others

robinkills: nami and i showing sanji and [name] who exactly they gotta jump

tagged: dni_name, ._.[name], princesanji

dni_nami: skank ass bitches invading a party that our friend is throwing jus to talk shit is crazy

-> ._.[name]: glad we took em outside 😋

-> princesanji: ILL FIGHT TO PROTECT YOUR REPUTATION MY QUEENS NAMI AND ROBIN - NO ONE WILL EVER DEFAME YOUR NAME IN FRONT OF ME EVER AGAIN

-> ._.[name]: one time ill agree w sanji on smth

freeluffy: no fair i wanted to come :(((

-> dni_nami: the pouting at not being involved in a fight is crazy

-> boahancock: my beautiful boy luffy i have many people you can have the pleasure of taking care of 🥰🥰🥰

uso_pp: their stupid ass bfs thinkin they stood a chance against sanji AND [name] was hilarious nglll

-> robinkills: it was over before it even started

[liked by dni_nami, princesanji, ._.[name] and 40 others]

liked by freeluffy, portgasdace, and 4.1k others

princesanji: someone donate this brokeass some money so he can buy his own packs

tagged: ._.[name]

._.[name]: HOW MANY OF MY LIGHTERS HAVE YOU STOLEN??? this is compensation

-> princesanji: stop lying i didnt steal shit from u

-> ._.[name]: I SAW MY ZIPPO ON YOUR NIGHTSTAND U FUCKING LIARR

ttchopper: smoking isnt good for u [name] :((

-> ._.[name]: suddenly i no longer like cigarettes

-> ttchopper: :DDD

-> roro.zoro: walked like a dog.

-> ._.[name]: ur just mad cuz chopper actually likes me

-> roro.zoro: im gonna kill u

-> dni_nami: chopper doesnt like either of u pls stfu

liked by robinkills, roro.zoro, dr.law and 13k others

._.[name]: my hearts <333

tagged: portgasace, freeluffy

portgasace: YALL SEE THIS im [name]'s favorite u wish u were me

-> freeluffy: i think [name] likes me the most, sorry ace!!!

-> portgasace: im beggin u to shut the fuck up

-> freeluffy: ur jus mad cus im right :DD

uso_pp: i wanna see a fight between these two over [name]

[liked by dni_nami and 50 others]

-> ._.[name]: u jus wanna see a fight mf shut up 😭😭😭

liked by dr.law, freeluffy, and 7k others

._.[name]: DAMNN PAPI ZORO GIVE ME ONE SHOT PLSLSSS 🤤🤤

tagged: roro.zoro

roro.zoro: we r never going to the gym tgt ever again im sick of ur bullshit

-> ._.[name]: can u pls come home and meet my parents i told them all abt us 🥺🥺

-> roro.zoro: i hope u die in a fire

uso_pp: unexpected couple of 2023 😱😱😱

[liked by ._.[name], robinkills, and 70 others]

._.[name]: he looks soo fionneneee

-> dni_nami: pls stop thirsting for zoro on ur main at least take it to the finsta [name] i cant stand this any longer

-> roro.zoro: how abt he jus stops in general???

-> ._.[name]: ur ltr in love w me stop being so obsessed in replying to my comments zoro 🙄🙄

-> roro.zoro: unlock ur apartment door im outside

-> ._.[name]: i feel unsafe.

#≡;- ꒰ ° smau series ꒱ #one piece x male reader #one piece smau #one piece modern au #one piece #zoro x male reader #nami x male reader #ace x male reader #usopp x male reader #male reader #male reader smau #smau #one piece imagines #male reader imagines #x male reader

[tosuckmyweenis]

Just wanted to share a thought but infinite darkness older Leon is 100% the kind of man to buy his girl those vibrating panties as a “romantic” gift and also take full advantage of the fact that he has the remote for it and abuse his power

That is all

Anytime!! Anywhere!!! Absolutely!!

I tried to write a full fic, but I had a few ideas and couldn't decide; the worms aren't worming yet, so enjoy these bits and bobs for now Anon 💕

It's in a slightly weird formatting, but I hope it doesn't bother too much. I'm kind of on the fence about these because i read them over too much but fuck it we ball.

In public while doing mundane tasks?!

The only day Leon is home is, of course, the day you chose to get all your errands done; he only tags along once he convinces you that today would be the perfect day to test out that little gift he got you, wagging the remote in one hand and the black lace in the other. After all, he sounded so convincing, and with that smirk plastered on his perfect face, you weren't going to say no.

Starting off with just the lowest setting on the way to the first store with the reassurance that he'd be on his best behaviour.

Staying close behind you, staring shamelessly at your ass while you're pushing the cart in some grocery store, making your way through the isles trying to grab the box of cereal you needed off the top shelf, he refuses to help.

Waiting until you're on your tippy toes before cranking the power up to max. He loves how your body jerks in shock at the sudden intensity and clamping your hand over your mouth and the inside of your cheek to stop a moan from slipping out. Then, he takes the opportunity to press himself against you to grab the item before leaning down and whispering into your ear. 

"Careful, Sweetheart, You wouldn't want to cause a scene, would you?" Finally lowering it once he tosses the box in the cart, continuing to do the same thing for every item you reach for over and over, never letting you cum though

"Why should I risk letting other people see your pretty face? It's meant for my eyes alone. Although, you'd probably like that, wouldn't you?"

Finally, getting everything you need and checking out, loading everything into the back of the jeep. 

He'd just hand you a bag, and when you bend over to put it away, smack your ass, and when you turn to yell at him, he's just leaning on the side, holding the remote and turning it up with a shit-eating grin. 

"Leon, please," shamelessly begging him at this point, your legs finally giving out.

"Sorry, what was that? Please, what?" 

"Please let me cum, s'too much; I need to" 

"Since you asked so nicely, I'll give you what you want." 

Deciding to go early in the morning before rush hour was the smartest decision you made that day.

At home while you do chores?!

Doing chores was at the bottom of your list of things you wanted to do today, but things needed to get done, and you refused to ask Leon for help; the poor man works enough as it is and deserves to relax a little.

You were grumbling about it until he brought up a little positive reinforcement, which is how you ended up with a death grip on the edge of the kitchen sink.

You lost count of just how many times you came so far, panting like you just ran a mile, legs trembling, barely able to hold weight anymore.

Staring at the back of his head while watching a movie, his arm lazily tossed over the back of the couch, his thumb mindlessly moving the controls around in no particular rhythm, periodically stopping to give you a break before resuming.

"I don't hear any dishes being washed."

Rinse and repeat until you're just a crying, overstimulated mess.

#leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #slight mean leon #anon asks #TSMW #leon x y/n #leon x reader

[thankskenpenders]

And now for something new

So, here's something I was never planning on doing, but I just couldn't shake the idea... Thanks Ken Penders is gaining a sister blog featuring an entirely different comic franchise!

Introducing... Thanks Steve Ditko, a blog where I read the Earth-616 Spider-Man comics, starting all the way back in the '60s! It's gonna be much more casual and less thorough than how I run things here on TKP, though, which I'll explain in a sec.

If seeing me post weird bits from old Spider-Man comics sounds fun and you need no further info, then just head right on over to Thanks Steve Ditko. But for longtime TKP readers, I know you probably have questions...

Number one: Why?

Spider-Man's always been my favorite superhero, and with the Spider-Verse movies kicking ass and my excitement building for the new Insomniac game, I've been in a Spidey mood. Inevitably, a thought occurred to me: Maybe I should actually read the comics that everything else is built off of and see the wildly varying contributions of all the original creators, rather than filtering them through big budget adaptations. If I can power through One Piece and all these other manga with hundreds of chapters, it can't be that hard... right?

And, well, after a few issues I quickly realized that my options were to either clog up my other accounts with random Spider-Man panels for years, or to just make a side blog. And so the side blog was born.

Two: Will this blog replace Thanks Ken Penders?

NO!!!!!!!!!

Okay but prove it

To allow the two to exist side-by-side, Thanks Steve Ditko will have a different format than what Thanks Ken Penders developed. Rather than an in-depth guided tour that critically analyzes every story beat of every issue, TSD will just be a place for amusing panels and brief thoughts as I casually read the comics at my own pace.

If you've seen me make a few tweets about reading Spider-Man recently, I'm basically just moving that to a dedicated Tumblr. It's a place for me to dump these things so that it doesn't fill up my media tab on Twitter for the next decade. (You know, assuming Twitter is still around in a decade.) There will be many issues where I only post two panels that I thought were funny. There will be issues where I don't have anything to say at all. Maybe I'll reach a run that I just cannot get into, and I start skipping around more. Who knows!

This may sound similar to what I thought this blog would be before it blew up. Aside from the simple fact that there's already mountains of Spider-Man commentary out there and therefore less of a void for me to fill, one of the main steps I'll be taking to avoid repeating the past is not enabling an ask box on TSD. I do not need people to ask me to go into ten times more detail on everything. I do not need to write seven essay-length responses to questions about Spider-Man minutiae every day. I do not need a place for people to chide me for not covering certain scenes, issues, or ancillary series.

It also won't have any kind of update schedule. I'm trying to keep it very casual. I'm reading these comics at my own pace, and if I feel like sharing a moment or commenting on something while doing so? It goes there. That's it.

(On the subject of format changes, I'm also listing the issue, writer, and penciller in the body of every post. This is a thing I wish I'd done on TKP so that people didn't misattribute every weird Archie Sonic panel I post to Penders.)

Three: So when will TKP come back from hiatus? You said it'd come back after you finished SLARPG!

I don't know! Sorry. I have a couple things on the backburner right now for TKP, but I'm not sure when I'll get back to proper updates where I read more comics.

I wanted to bring TKP back this year, and that's still possible. The main hurdle is that I want to reread my own archive (again) as a refresher, which is, uh. A lot of posts. I've developed a high standard for myself on here, and I feel like I wouldn't be doing my job right if I forgot half the ongoing subplots and character arcs and didn't bring them up in my analysis. Especially when I'm discussing the work of an author as obsessed with continuity as Ian Flynn. Unfortunately, the nature of this blog means that every time I go on another long hiatus for Life Reasons I have even more comic continuity to catch up on than last time.

(This is a big part of why I'm making Thanks Steve Ditko an extremely casual blog instead of promising to become a Lore Expert on 60+ years of Marvel.)

Mostly I've just been very burnt out this year after having finally finished a video game that took almost eight years to make. I haven't really had the energy for any creative projects, including TKP. But I feel a little bit of a spark here with Spider-Man, so I'm chasing that feeling to try to get back into the swing of blogging about comics - no pun intended.

So, basically, bear with me on this as I start this low-energy side project. But hopefully folks will enjoy Thanks Steve Ditko as its own thing, too.

Look forward to goofy shit like this

#tkp post

[asratery]

Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Man!Male Reader

You were a member of the spider society, rising quickly to be part of the small circle of Miguel’s most valued members due to your agility and strength even with your strong, tall stature. You and Miguel had a complicated relationship. At least on his end. The man was curious about your quiet nature and selfless behavior. You were a man of few words, being both a Spider-Man as well as hosting a symbiote from your world. You had a dedication to the cause that could compare with Miguel, even placing it over your physical health. Today, Miguel’s carelessness as well as your lack of self care would hit you like a truck.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

cw: masturbation (male), hand obsession, size diff (mentioned), sexual tension (?), sexual implications, use of y/n

Please give criticism 🙏 this is my first time writing as a whole so I’m so sorry if the format is weird and/or if the summary is ass. ALSO THIS IS REALLY LONG (imo) SO I APOLOGIZE. 😭 And pls tell me if i should make a part two. (edit: okay, i calculated and its 5.2K words lmao... my bad)

You don’t remember the last time you visited HQ or even your own dimension. You’d been traveling to various earths and hunting down located anomalies per Miguel’s order.

Your physical conditions were never a worry to you while on your expeditions, simply stitching up whatever injuries you endured before carrying on. Miguel would protest to this behavior of yours, requesting that you return back to HQ for proper medical attention, but you’d quickly dismiss his precautions, having Venom keep your injuries wrapped under it’s tar-like material to avoid bursting any stitches when you were busy tackling your objectives.

You rarely fully involved Venom in your missions. It never objected to your request to remain tucked away while you worked, understanding that you preferred to rely on your own strength to take down opponents.

Miguel sent you on a new array of missions about two weeks ago. They were rather easy for someone of your skill, though it did get annoying when one enemy turned into two, then three, and so on in just one mission. These hiccups never stunted your performance, but they didn’t fail to stress Miguel out. You didn’t fully understand why the man was so anxious whenever you’d go on your missions. He never showed the same worry for the other members of the Spider Society, so what was so different about you?

Miguel had been spending most of his days in his office since you left, his earpiece being filled with the sounds of battle as you took down anomalies on the other end. You preferred not to speak, but with Miguel’s insistence, you were forced to make some noise for him every so often to ease his nerves, whether it be a grunt or a hum. Depending on your mood, some days you’d find it to be overbearing and on better ones, you’d find it to be almost comforting.

‘What is wrong with me.’ Miguel thought to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He’d been sitting in his office chair, clicking around on his keyboard as he watched your marker on the map traveling miles in minutes as you moved around a random Earth, searching for a rumored anomaly. Everything had been going well until he’d heard you breathing heavily on the other end as you stopped to rest for a moment, you raspy pants tickling his ear. He’d immediately dismissed Lyla as he felt his pants tighten at the noises you made, resting his hand over the forming tent in his suit. Fuck, he had to hear your voice. He needed to.

“Y/n? You alright?” Miguel spoke through the earpiece, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice. Y/n didn’t reply with words, opting to hum in acknowledgement. No, that wasn’t enough for Miguel. “Y/n?” Y/n groaned in annoyance at his insistence, but the noise was like heaven in Miguel’s ear. Much more than what he was requesting. “I’m fine.” Y/n replied curtly before continuing his search, his stationary marker starting to move on the map again.

Miguel’s mind was already wandering when he heard y/n groan, but hearing your voice after radio silence for days? He already had a fantasy forming in his head now. There were too many days where you’d hover over him as he briefed you on an upcoming mission, his mind muddled with ideas of you bending him over the table, ripping his suit open and just fucking him over the surface. “Y/n.” Miguel unintentionally groaned out as he pulled his pants down just enough to release his cock from its confines.

“Hm?” Y/n responded in an undertone, oblivious to the intentions behind Miguel’s voice. Miguel pressed a hand over his mouth. He didn’t mean to call your name aloud. “Y-You’re approaching the signal.” Miguel spoke quickly, his heart fluttering at his slip up. You hummed in acknowledgment, a bit confused on why he had to announce it since he equipped your wristwatch with a mini map, but you dismissed it. Miguel quickly muted his mic on the earpiece to avoid making the same mistake. He looked down at his semi, the cool air making it all the more sensitive.

He dipped one of his hands down, sliding his thumb over the slit of his cock as the other turned the volume up on his earpiece, listening to your heavy breathing as you swung through an abandoned city. “Fuck, please.” Miguel murmured under his breath, his eyes fluttering shut as he slid his hand down his length, imagining your larger, calloused hands in its place.

He had to lower the volume of his earpiece to near silence, the sound of the wind hitting your side of the mic disrupting his thoughts. Miguel lightly gripped his cock, sliding his hand back up to the tip, a bead of pre forming at the motion. Gods, he needed to just tell you, but he knew it wasn’t that simple. You were nearly ten years younger than him, being only 23 years old compared to his 30 years of age. You wouldn’t want someone as old as him, much less a man. You probably had women clinging to your arms in your world, and the thought evoked a flare of jealousy in his chest.

Fuck, what would you think of him if you saw him like this? Thrusting into his hand at just the sound of your voice and faraway fantasies.

You’d been making rounds around this damned city. The place was desolate but somehow a fellow spider managed to spot an anomaly when they accidentally entered in the wrong number in an attempt to portal to their own world. Your wristwatch was picking up on a thermal presence, yet you just couldn’t find it. ‘I swear, if it’s underground, I’m dragging Miguel here to take care of this, multiverse be damned.’ You thought to yourself as you swung between rusting skyscrapers.

Your thoughts were cut off by your watch beeping, detecting a thermal signal in close range. That’s weird. You’d already scoured this area. It must’ve moved in the time that you were on the other side of the city. Your eyes were focused on the watch too closely to notice another presence approaching your side. Another anomaly. Wonderful.

Your senses kicked off but it wasn’t as quick as this creature. You were already airborne before you were launched through the window of a skyscraper you were passing, a rib cracking under the pressure your left side endured. ‘Light work.’ You thought to yourself as you kicked up off the floor of the office level you landed in, planting your feet down before launching out the side you were thrown into. You swung your way up to the roof of the high rise, your eyes scanning the surrounding area for the anomaly.

A figure darted across the street below, prompting you to jump off. You never voiced it, but you always loved the adrenaline rush that came with hunting down anomalies. You were a bit surprised at the lack of noise on Miguel’s side of the earpiece, but the thought was quickly brushed aside as you broke your fall with your webs before running into the building the figure was seen entering, your watch leading the way. You ran down multiple sets of stairs, the rapping of the creatures claws along the tiled floor guiding you along.

You shot a web at the side of the creature from the top of the stairway before it could round a corner. You yanked it towards you, disregarding the fact that your feet lost contact with the floor as the two of you met in the middle, tumbling down the stairwell with your bulky arms wrapped around the damned thing. You were able to land a few punches against the hybrid’s feathered body before you were forced to focus on its talons sinking into the muscles of your thigh. You hissed in pain, forming claws on your own hands with Venom’s help before gripping its ankle with one hand and stabbing your claws into the scaled skin above it.

The fucking thing screeched and gods was it loud, nearly forcing Venom to recede back into you before it used its other clawed foot to hit your chest, slamming your back into the stairwell. You gritted your teeth in pain, a drip of blood dripping down your mask from the cut on your brow due to the previous fall. The creature rounded the corner immediately, disappearing from your sight. ‘Of course it’s smart.’ You thought to yourself begrudgingly, your muscles a bit tense from the mission you just pursued prior to entering this world. “Miguel.” You spoke into your mic. No response. No time to wait.

You quickly got to your feet before darting around the corner, suddenly realizing the setting. Of course it lured you to a fucking subway. You were quick on your feet, jumping down to the railway platform before darting down the tunnel, your sharp ears picking up on the sound of the creature’s claws scratching against the metal of the railing as it ran from you. You’d ran so far that you made it to another underground subway stop, spotting a new creature lingering in the area.

‘Here’s the second fucker.’ You thought to yourself as Venom reformed claws around your fingers. You jumped from the railway up to the tiled floor of the platform. The creature spotted you, quickly leaping at you as you returned the gesture. You noted the difference in strength in this one compared to the first anomaly you came across, easily overpowering this one. Just when you were about to sink your claws into its neck, you were launched off to the side, slamming into a solid wall behind you. Another rib cracked at the impact. Wonderful.

The first bastard was back. The two creatures stood side by side as you used the wall as support to rise to your feet. The two freaks of nature stalked around you before launching forward.

“Venom.” You growled out. It didn’t hesitate, enveloping your body in its black tar-like body. You immediately threw the stronger one back, sending it over the platform and onto the railway as you focused your attention on the weaker anomaly.

You were able to land a multitude of hits on this one, weakening it. Just when you were about to stab your claws into its chest, the stronger one recuperated, releasing a deafening scream that incapacitated you, forcing Venom to recede back inside you. The ground shook from the scream, the beams at the subway shaking as dust fell from the ceiling.

‘Fuck, I need to focus on that one or this rusty building is going down on all three of us.’

You were alone now, the scream forcing Venom to retreat. You made circles with the creature, the weaker of the two still recovering on the floor. You made the first move, webbing the feet of the anomaly to the floor before landing a kick straight in its chest.

The creature slammed against another beam. Fuck. Bad move. The ceiling shook again, an unsettling sound of creaking above them. The building was going to collapse at this rate. You needed to keep these two down here while getting back to ground level so you wouldn’t get stuck or worse, killed under the rubble.

“Miguel.” Silence. What the fuck was he doing right now? Just when you were about to approach the now weakened anomaly, you felt the muscle in your thigh tense. You dropped one knee, accidentally slamming it against the tiled floor. You gritted your teeth, the muscle cramping from overworking yourself. Miguel had warned you, and now you were experiencing the outcome. In the midst of Venom attempting to reform around you, you were tackled from behind. The second one was back up.

You swung your now clawed fingers back, moving to plunge your hand into the chest of this anomaly. You were cut short as the other let out another ear-piercing screech, forcing Venom to retreat yet again. The entire bottom level shook now. ‘This building’s going down.’ You thought to yourself. “Miguel,” you shouted into the earpiece, “I need backup, I’m under the apartment buildi—,” your words were cut short as the infrastructure gave out, sending you into darkness.

Miguel was in the midst of cleaning himself up when he heard the low sound of a rumble on the other side of his earpiece. He immediately raised the volume on his earpiece. ‘Shit, shit shit,’ he though to himself, ‘I wasn’t paying attention.’ “Y/n, what’s your status?” Miguel quickly spoke into the mic, turning Lyla back on. Lyla’s hologram reappeared, about to crack a joke before noticing Miguel’s panicked expression as he looked at his monitors, rapidly typing on the keyboard. “Shit—Lyla, call Jess and Hobie to HQ now,” he said quickly before shouting into the earpiece, “Y/n, give me a status update!” Silence. A deadly silence that was interrupted a few minutes later by the sound of a weak wheeze. Y/n.

“Fuck, y/n, what’s your status?” Miguel spoke quickly into his earpiece as he connected the audio to a walkie-talkie. Jessica entered Miguel’s office, Hobie following a few feet behind her. You couldn’t get a word out, a piece of rubble pressing against your torso, cutting your breaths short. Another weak wheeze, this time coming from the walkie. Jessica froze at the noise before quickly swinging up to Miguel’s platform. “Who is that? Is that—Don’t tell me that’s y/n.” She said quickly. Hobie was already analyzing the holographic map on Miguel’s desk, typing the coordinates for your marker into his wristwatch before creating a portal. “Let’s go.”

You let out another weak wheeze, groaning in pain when the rubble shifted. Your right ankle was stinging, likely sprained, and your knee cap fractured from it hitting the tiled floor prior to the collapse. Your side felt wet and the rebar poking out of a chunk of concrete next to you easily explained why. The screech from the anomaly must’ve ruptured an eardrum, since you could feel the ticklish trickle of blood leaking out of your ear. Your earpiece was knocked out, hidden somewhere in the rubble that pinned you down as you heard the distant sound of Miguel’s panicked voice coming from it. ‘Wonderful timing, boss.’ You thought to yourself as you let out a pained coughed, your throat coated in dust. Your vision started to fade in the midst of you trying to count how many fractures your ribs incurred.

The trio wasn't enough to get you out of the rubble, having to call over a dozen other spider people to aid in the search for you. The only thing keeping Miguel’s hopes up was the presence of a pulse that your wristwatch was picking up, Lyla closely monitoring it for any changes as per Miguel’s orders. He could feel his heart cracking at the edges at the sight of a few spider people gently pulling your unconscious body from under the rubble. They immediately applied pressure to your side due to a large gash from a piece of rebar as Miguel quickly opened a portal back to HQ, rushing you to the medical wing of the building.

Your eyes were hazy when you opened them, taking a few moments to adjust to the bright hospital lights, though the dizziness stayed. You reached a hand up to the nasal cannula, taking note of the tug from the IV in your arm. An IV. A cannula. Bright lights. You hated hospitals with a passion. You shot up in the bed, your body wracked with pain from both a terrible concussion as well as the broken ribs. Strong hands firmly gripped your shoulders, gently guiding you to lay back down on the bed as a soothing voice murmured to you, though you couldn't make out the words. You complied, reluctantly, though majorly because you didn't have the strength to protest.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you focused on a breathing technique to try and ease some of the pain from your array of broken and fractured ribs, though the pain was still agonizing even when you inhaled. Thank god for your pain tolerance, or this could be a lot more unbearable than it already is. You could faintly hear Miguel's unintelligible voice, but he kept a low tone to accomodate your ruptured eardrum. You felt soft fingers stroking the top of your left hand. Jess. She was on your left, Miguel on your right. You could feel a weight on your left leg. Pavitr. Gods, the boy looked up to you like you were an older brother to him. You couldn't imagine how stressed he must be to see you in this state.

You opened your eyes again after about ten minutes, slowly blinking as you let your eyes adjust to the harsh lighting above you. After you finally gained a good enough level of clarity, your sharp eyes began darting around the room, grabbing every little detail you could pick up without tilting your concussed head. You made eye contact with Jessica, who was tracing soft patterns into your forearm as she looked at you, a soft look in her eyes. She was like an older sister to you in a way, and even though you never acknowledged this, she knew.

Your eyes shifted over to Pavitr, who was sat in a chair closer to the end of the bed, practically hugging the lower half of your left leg. You had a brace around your right ankle and could feel the tight gauze wrapped around your thigh, hidden under the blankets. Your abdomen felt very snug, being tightly wrapped in gauze as well due to what you assumed was that wet feeling on your side from when you were under the rubble. The cut on your brow had a stitch and your lip was busted.

You could feel the tickle of Miguels breath against your upper arm, but you never looked over at him. His left hand was gripping your thick tricep like a lifeline while his right remained intertwined with yours. You refused to look at the man, and rightfully so. Had he been paying attention instead of getting distracted by god knows what, you wouldn't be in this uncomfortable situation. "Summary?" You asked Jessica in a raspy voice, your eyes were half-lidded as they focused on Pavitr's sleeping figure.

Miguel answered for Jessica. It ticked you off. You didn't want to hear his voice right now. "Sprained ankle, laceration in your right side, two fractured ribs, three broken, grade three concussion, gash in your right thigh, fractured knee cap, and a few cuts and bruises," Miguel replied quickly, "your lung collapsed, so you had a chest tube in but it was removed yesterday morning." You had a question on the tip of your tongue, but you knew Miguel would answer it before Jess could. "You've been out for six days." Miguel murmured, unknowingly answering said question. "We were worried sick." Bullshit. You had to resist the urge to say it aloud. This wouldn't have happened had he been paying attention and heard at least one of your three call outs.

Jess could see the anger flickering in your narrowed eyes as you focused on Pavitr again in an attempt to calm your nerves. She could feel your fingers twitching against her hand as you took quiet breaths. She was sure Miguel could feel the motions in your fingers too, since the man had his hand tightly threaded with yours. You didn’t have energy to be angry right now. You could feel a wave of exhaustion coming over you, making your eyelids heavier than they already were. You succumbed to the feeling, your eyes slowly shutting.

‘He didn’t even look at me.’ Was a repetitive thought in Miguel’s head over the next few weeks. He took notice in that behavior. How could he not? He didn’t blame you, but it didn’t stop him from feeling a flicker of jealousy when he saw you and your goddamn face on the cameras and how you looked at all the spider people who visited you with kindness. You even gave little smiles to a few with that pretty face of yours—Fuck, he needed to talk about that.

Miguel didn’t get too many chances to visit you throughout the weeks and when he did manage to, you were already asleep by the time he got there. He’d pull a chair next to your bed, staring at you in ways he didn’t could only dream of compared to when you were awake. He'd spend a few hours every other night just… analyzing you. Counting every vein that traveled up your forearm, staring at the thick lashes on your lower waterline, the broad chest that peeked out of your hospital shirt—Gods, how could you be equal parts pretty and handsome?

Tonight was the same routine, Miguel had snuck into the medical wing way past visiting hours, slinking into your hospital room. He stood in the doorway, listening to the quiet whistling sound your nose made when you inhaled as confirmation that you were asleep. He stepped in, sliding the door shut behind him before grabbing a chair at the entry, picking it up and gently setting it on the floor at your bedside.

He took a seat before pulling a small metal object from his pocket. A nail clipper. Miguel had noticed that your nails had gained a bit of length, not much, but enough for him to notice. Definitely not because he wanted a reason to touch your hands. He carefully sat himself on the edge of your hospital bed before gently lifting your hand that still had an IV in it.

The horny bastard nearly moaned at how heavy your hand felt in his. How were you so strong? You barely had free time to work out with how often you were hunting anomalies and there was no way chasing those guys alone would be enough, right? He carefully set your hand on his thigh, the warmth emitting from you causing a smile to spread across his face. Gods, this felt wrong.

The room was silent besides the occasional clicking noise of the nail clipper as he worked through your first hand, making sure to carefully round the edges of your nails. Your hands were so nice, saliva pooling in Miguel’s mouth that he had to swallow down as he ran the pads of his fingers over every vein that traveled up the top of your hand. His mind was wandering and god your fingers were thick. The thoughts came before he could stop them, imagining you sliding your heavy digits into his mouth, coating them in his saliva before sliding them inside him one by one—

Miguel leaned over you, gently lifting your untreated hand to rest in his before he began repeating the same ministrations he gave to the first. The closer proximity made the scent of you in his nose even stronger. Your musk was a bit of everything: comforting, arousing, warm, familiar. If he could have it as a cologne, he would. ‘Fuck, is something wrong with me?’ Miguel thought to himself as he leaned towards you, his nose inching closer to the pulse in your neck.

He couldn’t help himself, gently laying your hand back in its original position before dipping down, pressing his nose against the delicate skin of your neck. ‘Something’s wrong with me.’ He inhaled deeply, having to suppress a moan in his throat at the smell of you. He planted his hands next to your hips. Oh my god, speaking of which, your hips just seemed to move so fluidly with you when you walked. It wasn’t like you were just blatantly swaying them, but Miguel noticed the way they seemed to rise and lower in sync with your bulky thighs as you moved around his office.

‘You’re tempting me on purpose, you have to be.’ Miguel thought to himself as he indulged further, letting the tip of his cold nose press against the side of your throat as he breathed you in. ‘I’ve never acted like this about anyone in my life before. Why’re you so easy to obsess over?’ Miguel found himself watching the medical wing’s security cameras in his time, watching as you walked in the hall with Jess, using the wall as a slight support. You looked like a leviathan in the hallway, your tall, broad stature taking up a large portion of the hall and dwarfing Jessica. You had no idea how arousing just the sight of you was.

Miguel’s thoughts were cut off by the feeling of your firm, calloused hands wrapping around his waist, spreading your warmth to those areas. Miguel nearly choked on his breath, absolutely refusing to meet your gaze right now. He couldn’t look you in the eyes. God no. You just caught him in the fucking act.

Miguel kept his head tucked under your chin, a warm feeling coiling in his gut at the realization that your hands wrapped nearly entirely around his waist. How the hell was that even possible? The man was 6’9 yet you managed to make him feel small. How were you even possible? Oh my god, he couldn’t even imagine the view you’d get if you were to wrap those hands around his waist, keeping him in place as you pounded into hi—

“Miguel.”

You felt your hand twitch at the feeling of something cold brushing against your neck. A nurse? Or maybe just a nip of the cold breeze that carried throughout the wing? Nope. ‘Y/n.’ You weren’t thinking that. Why would you repeat your own name? Oh right, you aren’t alone in your body. ‘Venom?’ There was a moment of silence in your conscious. ‘That… man is here again. The human. The weird one.’ ‘Miguel?’ A beat of silence yet again. Venom didn’t like saying the man’s name, preferring to lightheartedly insult him when describing him. You’d always brushed off Venom’s insistence that Miguel had a thing for you. ‘He’s touching you. Again.’ It’s voice was a hiss. ‘What?’

You woke up before you could get a response, your eyes quickly adjusting to the dark room, Miguel’s sturdy figure illuminated by the moonlight peeking into the room. You could feel him twitch and his breath catch when you wrapped your hands around his noticeably narrow waist. Why you chose his waist, you didn’t know, the motion being almost instinctual. You could tell he didn’t want to look at you. How could he, when you just caught him practically burying his face into your neck? You had to break the silence, as much as you hated speaking.

“Miguel.”

Silence in response to your husky voice. You slid your hands up his waist, gripping the sides of his chest before pulling him away, taking note of how your thumbs pressed into the plump edges of his pecs. Miguel’s eyes were trained on your neck as his hands rested against the large muscle of your shoulders. His face was red. So red. This wasn’t Miguel. This didn’t look like the man who so easily scolded others and had a resting bitch face for hours on end. Or at least it didn’t look like it.

“Miguel.”

Your voice was a lot firmer this time, catching Miguel’s full attention as he slowly looked up at you, an innocent look in his eyes. Who was this? Surely this wasn’t the leader of the Spider Society in your hospital room. Who was this little minx that slinked into your room while you were unconscious? “Explain yourself.” You wanted to say more, but the soreness of your throat said otherwise. “I-I was cutting your nails.” Miguel’s voice was shaky. You never heard the man like this before. “And?” You asked inquisitively. He was silent, his eyes darting between each of your sharper ones. “And I was… checking your pulse…?” Miguel’s voice was nearly silent now, an obvious hesitation in his voice.

“You’re a wonderful liar, boss.” You stared him down, your piercing gaze practically demanding an answer. “I was smelling you.” He whispered it so quietly, you almost didn’t pick it up with your still recovering eardrum. “Why?” “Because… because I missed you.” Miguel’s voice was a murmur. Missed you? Why the hell did he miss you? “You wouldn’t miss me if you had been paying attention.” You had to address the elephant in the room.

“Y/n—” “No. Explain to me. Because I called out to you thrice and I got zero response.” Not now, not yet. Miguel wanted this conversation to wait till you were fully recovered. His eyes darted to the door he came in through, but you quickly caught on, sliding your hands down to his waist again and tightening your grip. Oh fuck, Miguel had to suppress a whimper at the feeling. “I-I was busy with Lyla and—” “It’s an earpiece. You would’ve heard me. Meaning you either removed it or muted it. Explain why.” “Y/n, please, you should really just—” “What were you doing that was so important?”

Miguel’s mind was reeling. A part of him wanted to run from this conversation but the other was loving the sound of your voice and the feel of your firm grip on his waist. “Y-You should just go back to be—” “Shut up.” Gods, you had an authority in your voice that silenced him immediately. The feeling of your firm finger wrapped around his waist had him tensing his arms, pleading with his body to send the rushing heat elsewhere.

“Miguel. I will tell Lyla to pull up the cameras in your office myself. Or I’ll send Venom to.”

There was no running from this. No way in hell. “I-I was touching myself.” There. It was out now. He said it. Were you happy? Who knows, cause Miguel screwed his eyes shut the moment he said it. “Touching yourself…” Your voice was lower, and had a hint of anger and confusion in it. “Yes.” Miguel practically gasped out the word, his face flaming in his embarrassment. He’d rather just tell the man then have him watch it himself on the cameras. “You expect me to believe that? That you were touching yourself? We were talking and then suddenly you went radio si—…Miguel.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. You connected the dots. Miguel wanted to crawl into a hole.

“Explain it. Now.” Miguel was quick in his response. “Y-You were breathing, and every fucking piece of audio was picked up, and-and I felt this heat in me. And then you groaned and I just—I just…” Your grip tightened around his waist again and Miguel couldn’t help it, letting out a soft whimper at your touch. “You couldn’t help yourself.” You murmured. Miguel nodded his head in shame, opening his eyes again, though they remain focused on your neck again.

“Miguel.” His eyes snapped up to yours, an unmistakable heat in your husky voice. “Go lock the door.”

Miguel stood so quickly that the chair next to your bed nearly got knocked over.

So… are we feeling a part two? 😏 or was this ass? Cause I’ll stop rn. Lmao.

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Heya! Congrats on 400 followers! Well deserved babe♡

I was wondering if you could do Dazai x Fem!Reader and prompt 14 & 15, + brat taming and also breeding kink? Jealous Dazai please

Also, if you make it incest (stepbrother! Dazai) it would be perfect but if you don't do that shit it's totally fine—

Prompt+K!nk; 14: “Only i can make you fall apart like this. This is a sight for me only.” / 15: “I will fuck this pussy until it’s dripping my cum, understood?” | 3: Brat taming / 11: Breeding k!nk (I’ll include it dw!)

Summary; You have been sent to a mission, but you had to seduce the target in order to complete it. Of course, Dazai watched to make sure no one will touch you, but your ego got the better of you. Guess Dazai has to remind you to who you belong again, right?

Warnings; dom!Dazai, sub!fem!Reader, bratty!Reader (if u squint tbh), brat taming, Breeding kink, rough sex, Orgasm control (basically edging), Jealous!Dazai, petnames, smudged make up, fingering, overstimulation, porn without plot, dirty talk, dacryphilia, teasing, etc.

Format; Fic!

Notes (from me); SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG SCHOOL WAS SO FUCKING WEIRD BESIDES I'M ALSO IN DENIAL ABOUT THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT MY CLASSMATE.. BUT PLS ENJOY ASH! Sorry again, because i indeed feel uncomfortable writing stepcest, so i hope this is okay!!

The amount of jealousy, Dazai's experiencing right now is actually crazy.

Watching from a distance, where he can watch you, flirting with some stranger for a mission.

Not only that, you were also wearing his favorite dress. The one, that hugged your waist perfectly, the one, that made your tits and ass look like a work of art.

But still, it wasn't for him.

Atleast it was all worth it, you seduced the target, got the information and got out of there. As Dazai's already waiting outside to take you home.

When the door shut behind you, you layed down onto the couch, dying to get your heels off.

Finally, a great mission finally over, it wasn't even that bad, since you had amazing flirting skills. You were smirking all to yourself, relaxing your muscles.

Suddenly, Dazai came on top of you, giving you a kiss before answering your questioning look.

“Such a shame, you wore my favorite dress for someone else, bella..”, he spoke up, giving you another kiss on the lips, slightly smudging your red lipstick.

This kiss was more heated than the last one, but also more distracting, distracting enough for you to not even notice his hand wandering beneath your dress.

As his hand reached his destination, he simply took your panties off, far enough for him to enter your warm cunt.

You let out a surprised moan into the kiss, feeling cool air hitting your intimate area.

“You seemed really focused on what you were doing, too. Very confident during the act, a little too much than you were told.”, he continued to speak, as his fingertips brushed against your, now wet, pussy.

“I'd like to assume that your ego took over you, but that's okay, I'm gonna remind you to who you belong, bella.”, Dazai pushed one finger in.

“I'll make sure, to fuck it deep into your pretty little head, hm?”, as his second finger joined, Dazai started to finger you in scissor motion.

Your whimpers were heard across the room, as he added a third finger.

Dazai was always good with fingering, this is why you were already close to your first high.

But, you think he's really gonna let you cum now?

Because, he pulled all the fingers out, before you could reach your orgasm. You whined at the loss of his skilled fingers.

“Come on, stop whining. I just can't have you to cum around my fingers just now,”, he spoke, while you heard his belt opening.

“When you could paint my cock in your cum, angel.”, Dazai pulled your dress off until your stomach was exposed.

Your panties were thrown off somewhere, but that doesn't matter, because he's already making you squim with his cock.

As Dazai hold your waist, you squirmed slightly, when he almost was inside, he kissed your neck to soothe you a little.

Finally, he's inside, inside of your beautiful cunt.

He almost immediately starts thrusting, beginning slow and deep.

Not that you despised the pace, but since he cut your first orgasm off, you were desperate for the second.

Dazai's thrusts now became faster and rougher, still not fast enough for you.

You want him to pound you as fast as he can, skin clapping being loud, pants and breathy moans leaving him.

“Dazai..p-please..”, left your lips, Dazai being him, teased you again, despite knowing what you desire.

“Please what, bella? Im gonna need you to speak up, darling.”, you had to collect all your strength to form a complete sentence.

“Please..fuck me f-faster. I need it s-so bad..Dazai..!”, did you feel him twitch inside you?

“You do? Well, then tell me, who do you belong to, angel?”, he needed to hear these words, especially from you.

“..t-to you, D-dazai..I'm only yours, please..make me yours..all night.”, this is what he wanted to hear.

“That's right, only i can make you fall apart like this. This is a sight for me only, bella.”

When he finished that sentence, he absolutely let go.

His pace was almost animalistic, skin clapping being heard even louder, but mostly, your moans were being even louder than before.

This pace was so good, you felt another high coming, but just then, Dazai slowed down, ruining yet another orgasm.

You didn't know why, but you were getting frustrated, so frustrated that you felt warm tears falling down your cheeks, truly ruining your make up. Just like Dazai wanted.

Suddenly he slammed his hips as deep as he could, and started fucking you fast again, this time rougher and deeper. Adding to the pleasure, he started rubbing your clit.

More tears came rolling down your face, ruining more mascara. But not because of frustration, because of the overstimulation he just brought you.

“Wh-what's wrong, angel? Why are you crying so much? Is it because of my cock?”, you didn't even answer him.

You felt it come close, Dazai felt his too, you noticed as his thrusts got sloppier.

Desperate for your final release, you clinged your legs around his waist, allowing him to fuck you from another angle.

“F-fuck, you're really desperate, aren't you, bella.? Well, that's fine. I will fuck this pussy until it's dripping my cum, understood?”, how was he so good at dirty talking you?

As a matter of fact, his dirty talk brought you closer to your high, the knot in your stomach close to snapping.

And finally, he let you cum. This orgasm was intense, you felt relieved to finally cum, Dazai followed after.

But suddenly, he started thrusting again, atleast more slower than earlier.

“You really didn't think that i was done now, did you, darling?”

THIS WAS SO RUSHED BUT STILL I HOPE YOU ENJOYED AHH!!

#dazai smut #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai x reader #dazaibsd #hot shit #bsd #bsd smut #bungo stray dogs smut

[queenimmadolla]

NEED MORE PENNY AND DAD!EDDIE ITS SO CUTE

yeah, this little family kind of owns my ass now so i’m glad you love them! and thank you for being my first request, i literally dropped everything i was doing cause i wanted to get this out tonight! sorry if the formatting is shit, posting on mobile is weird for me. will tweak any mistakes tomorrow!

Look Who’s Talking

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: eddie takes his three year old shopping. obviously, cuteness ensues. **sequel to Penny for Your Thoughts**

warnings: none, i think. oh, except PREGNANCY WHAAAAT.

gif by corrodedcoffins

“We’re gonna get you some cool new threads, pretty girl. I’m thinking slacks.”

The look Penny gave him made him snicker, her eyebrows furrowed together as she eyed him like she regretted not being able to opt out of this. Sure, she had no idea what slacks were, but clearly she was not fond of the word.

Penny was in need of some new clothes, the now three year old was beginning to outgrow most of her wardrobe. She even had little high waters, and that made his eyes water. His baby was growing, and he didn’t like it one bit.

Normally, shopping was a family activity but you were incredibly irritable lately and Eddie figured you could use some alone time to relax. You hadn’t protested too hard when he offered to take Penny to pick out a couple of new toddler ‘fits. Now that she didn’t demand a nipple every once in a while, it was easier to take Penny places with him.

Like the outdoor shopping center, a recent addition to Hawkins.

“Can we get snacks, too?” Came her cute little voice as he unbuckled her from her carseat.

She’d always been a bit of babbler from the moment she started trying to communicate, was speaking a couple of broken phrases here and there a little after she had turned two but it wasn’t until after her third birthday that she figured words out. Like really well. Scarily, well.

Penny went from baby talk and referring to herself in third person to asking him if he could sit down with her on his lap so she could tell him about how ‘tiwed in the hawt’—she still had trouble with her ‘r’s—she’d get when she spends her day making a city with her building blocks before her bedtime only to wake up and find the city back in her toy box. All her hard work gone.

From just ‘Daddy, no eat Penny’s toes! Penny’s toes not fo’ eatin’ to ‘Daddy, why awe you twying to eat my feets foe? Thewa not vewy yummy, not wike ‘spetti.’, all within the span of less than a year. Broke and warmed his heart. She immediately clung to him like a baby koala as he pulled her entirely out of the van and shut the door, letting her dad press a multitude of kisses into her still baby fat filled cheeks. “Yeah, we’ll grab something on the way out.”

“You got a big nose, daddy.” She also had no filter, something you both had to be incredibly cautious about because it wasn’t a matter of if she would repeat something. It was when. And Penny had already told Wayne how ‘fuckin ‘cited’ she was with her approaching promotion.

Eddie smirked at the memory of last Christmas and the way you’d immediately disappeared into the kitchen—because it had totally been you that fucked up—as he made his way to the kids clothing store you bought most of Penny’s clothes from. The bell above the door sounded as they entered, and Eddie crouched down to set Penny on her legs.

He loved holding her, but he wanted to get her comfortable with walking around in public, and a confined setting—while she had a lot more of her impulses under control, the need to immediately run free and wild when her parents put her down in most settings was still hard for her to ignore—such as a store was the perfect opportunity. He just couldn’t take his eyes off of her or he’d have a heart attack.

“Alright, lucky Penny. What colors are we thinking about for your fall wardrobe?” He asked, pulling something tan and fluffy off of a rack for her to inspect.

She reached a little hand up to scratch at her head, fingers gripping the curls for a moment as she tried to figure out a way to convey to her daddy that what he was holding up was very ugly.

“Uhm, I dunno. Not that. Maybe Gween? I wike gween, and yellow. And pink. Owange is a hawd colow, huh daddy?” He had no idea what she meant by that, but he agreed nonetheless. His baby was always right.

Eddie put the ugly article of clothing back, letting Penny wander around to whatever caught her eye.

Except, she just kept walking, didn’t even bother looking at anything. “What about this one?” He asked, pulling a random little green sweater out for her in an attempt to catch her attention. Before he could even get a good look at it, she was letting out the most dramatic of little screams.

“DUCK! WOOK! WOOK, DADDY! ’S A DUCKIE!” She pointed at the embellishment on the front of the sweater, and sure enough, it was a duck. And not even a cute little cartoon one, it was an embellishment of an actual duck. Eddie knew it was her latest obsession, along with city construction, but he hadn’t realized the form of it didn’t matter to her.

“Alright, we found our first pick.” He double checked to make sure it was the right size before letting her hold onto it. The way she cradled it to her chest, mumbling gibberish to it reminded him a lot of Gollum. Two minutes later she got tired of holding it, so it ended up thrown over his shoulder.A blue blouse, a pair of pink overalls, pink sweats, pink pants, three pairs of little jeans, an orange sweater, two care bears shirts, three packs of socks—those she wanted to hold, cradling them like babies despite the fact that Eddie knew how much she hated socks—and the green duck sweater later, Eddie was pretty satisfied with their little shopping haul.

Penny had kept up a continuous stream of commentary ranging from her opinions on the selections to fleeting thoughts she had a couple of ‘yestertimes’ ago with absolutely no relation to their bonding time, but it was still endearing to Eddie. Everything she did, was. Eddie absolutely adored how random she was. She’d be going on and on about how ducks aren’t scary like chickens, how you promised her you’d protect her from them forever, then she’d remember he existed or something because she’d turn around and hug his leg—and she put her all into hugs—giving his jeans a kiss before looking up at him with those big, beautiful brown eyes. His eyes looking up at him through a face so similar to yours.

Fuck, you guys made a whole, perfect little human together. That’s all the proof he needs to know magic is real.

“I wuvs you, daddy.”

His heart wouldn’t ever not melt for her.

“I love you, too, baby.” He choked out through the emotions making his throat feel tight. “Daddy loves you so much.”

“Yes.” Is all she said, leaning up on his leg for a few moments before she was off again. Eddie followed immediately after her, eyebrows pinching together in confusion for a moment. Something didn’t feel right. Something was missing.

“Penny.”

“Yes?” She responded, curls bouncing as she felt the need to start trying her hardest to hop along instead of walk.

“Where are the socks?”

“Yes.”

After they’d double backed around the store and found the pack of socks—Eddie only needed to watch her glance nervously at a certain shoe box a couple of times—he figured it was check out time.

So did the woman who rang them up, only it wasn’t just the clothes she was checking out, her blue eyes raked over his frame with lust clouded eyes.

“She yours?” The blonde asked, folding all the little articles of clothing before placing them into a bag.

“Yeah.” Eddie’s response was bleak, doing his best to mask his annoyance. He had gotten used to being hit on when it was just him and Penny, but it didn’t mean that he liked it. The thought of any women thinking they could take your place—whether they know you existed or not—in his and Penny’s lives made his blood boil.

“Figured. She’s cute. Must have got it from you.” And he really hated it when they did it right in hearing range of his daughter.

He glanced down at your little mini me, relieved to see her distracted by something in the display case that was eye level with her.

“She looks more like her mom,” Eddie took great satisfaction in seeing how red with embarrassment her face got. Served her fucking right, hitting on guys with babies with no knowledge of whether or not they’re going home to someone.

“O-Oh, she must be really beautiful then.” She didn’t look back up at him as she rang him up, and before Eddie could hand her the money, a chubby little hand started tapping at the glass display.

Eddie popped down in a squat to Penny’s height, mouth breaking out into a wide grin when he realized exactly what it was Penny had decided she wanted.

Oh, you were gonna lose your shit.

“Honey, we’re home!” Eddie announced as he unlocked the front door, the bag of clothes in one hand, and Penny in the other arm.At the sound of their arrival, you put the ice cream you’d been eating straight out of the carton back into the freezer and made your way towards the living room to greet them.

The overwhelming amount of cuteness stopped you short.“Oh my god.”

Eddie had his sunglasses on. Paired with the dark long sleeve and his leather jacket, it was a dangerous combo. You would have jumped his bones if it weren’t for the real attention grabber in his arms.

“Imma medohead, mama!”

Penny’s curls were significantly more wild when compared to how they were before the two of them had left, she had what looked like cinnamon smeared around her mouth and all over her pink ‘Girl Power’ shirt. But it was the mini pair of sunglasses on her face that did you in.

Identical to her dad’s.

They were fucking matching.

If you weren’t already waiting for the current bun in your oven to be ready, you would’ve been setting it to preheat for tonight.

But wait, there’s more.

Eddie leaned forward to give you a thorough—but kid-viewing friendly—kiss before he pulled out another small pair from the pocket of his jacket.

“For whenever our little guy decides to make his entrance.”

May whatever God is around help you.

“Don’t move, I gotta get the camera.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader fluff #dilf!eddie munson #girl dad!eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #stranger things 4 #stranger things #st #dad!eddie munson #joseph quinn #joe quinn #stranger things fanction #eddie munson fanfic #pennyverse #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn x reader

[ethical-cain-vinnel]

Camboy! Danny confessing what he does for work

Pairing: Danny Cooper x Gender neutral reader (no anatomy or gendered terms mentioned)

CW: Smut, subby Danny, dom reader, no use of Y/n, thigh humping, slight costume mentioned, vibrator, slight degradation, praise, porn making, spanking, smut, probably bad writing (lmfao sorry not sorry i wrote this with my clit), and angst if you squint

sorry for the funky formatting and the shitty writing LMFAO

Danny had started being a camboy when he was 22. He was 24 now and it was his only source of money. It was all he needed. Men, women, and everyone in between loved his perfect whines, beautiful body, and more importantly, beautiful cock. And they were willing to drain their pockets to hear him whine their names even once while he's on stream. He loved the work and he loved his fans and he never thought there would be a problem with his work. Until you entered the picture. He met you a few weeks ago and he was instantly whipped. You were perfect in every way and he fell head over heels for you which scared him. He had gone on dates and told them what he does for a living and sometimes it caused them to walk away. Danny knows that’s what he should have done from the start, but you captivated him so instantly. You showed him so much kindness and interest. He wanted you to know what he does because he has no intention of quitting. But despite how he hadn’t even known you for 2 months yet, he didn’t want to lose you. His fans noticed that his streams had dwindled in quantity over the past few weeks. Once he realized this was affecting his job, he knew he had to tell you.

Danny texted you at about 10 am, asking if you wanted to come over to his house for a dinner date. You jumped at the opportunity, obviously and told him that you’d be there by 7. You were really excited to see him and so you got ready. You and Danny hadn’t slept together but you were hoping it would happen tonight after you asked him to be your boyfriend. You slipped on your favorite lingerie set under your somewhat dressy outfit. You arrived right at 7 and he let you in. You could tell he was really nervous. He was fidgeting with his hands and the sleeves of his shirt. Honestly, he was super cute but your mind immediately went to the worst as dinner started off in an awkward silence. After about 10 minutes of making weird (and in your opinion, unpleasant) small talk, you decided to come right out with your question. “Danny, are you okay? You’re super fidgety and tense. Like, more than usual. Is everything okay?” You ask in concern. A light blush covers his face and he thinks about how to phrase it. “L-listen… I need to tell you something. And it’s totally okay if you don’t wanna be around me or go on dates with me anymore, but I need you to know about it.” he spits out nervously. You tilt your head curiously, intrigued at what he thinks will make you want to leave. He takes a deep breath and a huge blush settles on his cheeks. “I… I’m a c-camboy..” He says awkwardly, not making eye contact with you as your eyes widen. A smirk creeps on your face as you look at him, your gaze turning from concerned to lustful. “... really~?” “Y-yea… and I really like you a-and I wanted to let you know s-so that if you–” You cut his rambling off. “Danny! Baby~ you really think I would stop liking you over something as cute as that~?” You ask teasingly and his brain short circuits

And that's how you ended up here, in his bed with the lights dimmed as you spank his sore ass in front of all of his fans. His cock is painfully hard as he lays across your lap, his fishnets and bunny ears on and a vibrator in his ass on the lowest setting. “C’mon baby, gotta hear you count~” You say teasingly as you knead the fat of his ass softly. A choked moan comes out of his mouth as you begin to slowly shove the vibrator deeper into him. “Nine! ‘s the ninth one!” You smirk at the power you have over him and you kiss his forehead. “Good boy~” You land another harsh slap on his ass, red and raw as he yells out “10!!” You smirk and nod “Good boy! My good little bunny~ Now get on your knees and show these nice people your cock~ Hm?” I smile and he nods, his cock throbbing at the praise. He sits in between your legs as he turns to the camera and shows his cock. You admire it as you look down. It’s definitely not very long but it is thicker than most and its got the prettiest red tip that’s dripping precum. You swipe a finger on his slit and he tries to hump up into your hand to get more friction. You giggle teasingly as you look in his eyes as you taste him. “How about now you show them what a good boy you are and you hump my thighs~? Does that sound good, baby~?” He nods eagerly, his cock jumping at the thought. “Y-Yes!! Thank you!!!” You turn to get in front of him and he slides his cock between your thighs, moaning loudly and gripping your hips. You decide to tease him by talking to the chat and not him. “Awwww isn’t my bunny cute when hes so needy~? He really is just a perfect little slut” You grin teasingly as he humps your thighs fast. He moans and whines for you, and he watches as the chat sends him more money than he’s ever gotten in one stream. Suddenly, you squeeze your thighs together and he practically goes braindead, humping your thighs and whining. “F-fuck gonna cum!! Gonna cum gonna cum gonna cum gonna-” He cries out as he cums all over your thighs and lacey panties. You giggle and wiggle your hips at the chat, showing them how much he released. “Mmmmm so good, baby~ You up for another round?” He nods tiredly, knowing he’s in for a long night.

@icarus-star @chainsawgvtsfvck

#rory culkin x reader #danny cooper #danny cooper x reader #rory culkin x reader smut #smut #rory culkin #danny cooper x reader smut #dan cooper x reader #dan cooper #dan cooper x reader smut

[yourlocalweirdo-3000]

One Piece Smut Headcanons (🔞—MDI)

Characters: Franky, Brook, Law, Ace, Boa

Established relationships

Written by a generally-cis person, so I write my characters that way too. Let me know if you want any LGBTQ—centered headcanons! I plan on writing some anyways but requesting will get me to do it faster.

(format is weird cause I copy and paste these from the notes app, sorry. I try to make it at least readable. Might be some typos bc I have no proofreader but I tried my best to get all the mistakes.)

Franky

Kinks: praise, toys, crying, service dom, etc. 

Makes his own sex toys.  Dildos, harnesses, anal toys— you name it, he's got it. 

You can bet his dick is customizable too.  The length of it depends on the mood you're in.  

He's had sex before, but never in a serious relationship, so it takes a couple of tries to get you to come undone like he wants.  He gets the hang of it soon. 

Eventually, he gets good enough with your body that he's able to make toys that hit all your spots. It's bliss.  

He's super service-focused, so a service dom all the way. He loves to come, sure, but if you don't come too (or at all) then he doesn't see the point.  And truthfully, nothing gets him going more than seeing you lose yourself in the orgasm that he's giving you. 

That's another thing, he's super proud of himself for his sexual ability.  He actually his a mental tally for how many times he's made you orgasm.  

Very loud in bed!! Lots of "superrr!!!!" and praise, he'll tell you what a super job you're doing. 

Cries when he comes, but he won't admit it.  

Lots of come, too.  It tastes like cola. 

His favorite position is cowgirl, reverse or otherwise, as long as you're riding him. 

Brook

Kinks: panties, voice, publicity, praise, etc. 

This old skeleton gets around, okay.  I'm here to say brook fucks and he does it plenty. 

It's because of you that he started to explore his body's sexual ability.

Let's discuss what he's able to do: he's dick-less, sure, but if he's able to see, hear, eat, cry, and etc, he's able to feel things to a certain extent. 

He can feel when you touch him and you can feel a tongue in his mouth, although you can't see it. Y'know how he can expel his soul? Sorta like that; his desire is so strong that certain things will manifest for him; in this case, his tongue. 

For his dick though, he prefers a strap-on because he can possess it and feel it better, so if he's railing you he prefers to go that route. 

Dude's kinky, too.  He's got a thing for publicity and anything to do with panties. 

Definitely uses toys to get you off. 

He's so sultry with his voice too.  He knows just what to say to get you riled up.  

Good with his fingers and good at oral.  No lips but a "tongue" and fingers do plenty. 

Not very loud in volume but he makes plenty of noise, it's just softer than you'd expect.  He likes to praise and moan, knowing full well what it does to you. 

He's one to be really tender in his love-making.  To him it's not fucking, it's making love.  He'll literally whisper "I love you" and other praises like a mantra.  

Praises you a lot. "You look so beautiful like this, even though I don't have eyes" and etc.  

Law

Kinks: domming, hand kink, teasing, biting, etc.

He doesn't strike me as a sex-crazy guy; his libido is rather low.  He'll satisfy you whenever he's comfortable with it though. 

Prefers being on the receiving end of things.  He wants to get you off, but he's lazy when it comes to sex, so a lot of times he uses his hands rather than his dick.  

Speaking of getting you off with his hands— he's amazing with them.  He can do things with his fingers that push you into ecstasy. 

His fav position is doggy style.  Likes to leave handprints on your ass cheeks.  

A little bit of a harsh dom; nothing too crazy, but he will delay your orgasm as a punishment and he's rough with his teasing.  Likes to pinch your nipples. 

Not loud in bed; growls and grunts if he makes noise at all.  

He's a biter, lol.  He won't draw blood or leave bruises but he will leave marks from his teeth.

Not submissive but likes it when you're rough back. Pull his hair and he thrusts faster. 

Sometimes, after a frustrating day, he wants it tender.  Sex is a vulnerable thing for him, even if he acts like it isn't.  When he's tired like this, you gotta just let him lay back and relax while you take care of him. 

Scenario: sucking his dick (and playing with his balls—)

      Law is a beautiful sight like this.  Pupils blown, eyes lidded, hair ruffled and lips parted, he looks at you with such lust it's enough to make you drool.  He's so attractive with his dick in your hand. 

   You're pumping slowly, spit coating your hand, and when you use the other one to play with his balls he can't help it: his eyes widen and he lets out a moan that sends blood rushing to you groin.  He screws his eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed and breath coming out in pants.  

   You pump faster, still teasing his balls, and his voice gets louder.  Even with his orgasm approaching, you never let up.  When he tells you he's gonna cum, you go even faster. 

   He orgasms with a drawn-out groan, his cum spurting out and getting on the both of you.  It dribbles down your hand too, and he watches you lick it off your fingers.  Still panting, he reaches for you and brings you close enough to hold onto a hug.

   After a bit you clean up and lull him to sleep with head scratches <3

Boa

Possible Trigger Warning: mentioning of her sexual trauma bc I think it's relevant but it's only a mention.  Consent is highly emphasized in this one because of it, too.  

Kinks: grinding, praise, voice kink, bondage, face-sitting, etc. 

She has sexual trauma so it's difficult for her to participate in things of that nature. 

So you have to give her time.  You can't pester her for sex and you have to give her plenty of space in that area to come to terms with things. 

However, eventually, after you've proved that you're with her for her heart and not her body, she opens up about it more.  She discloses that she does indeed have sexual thoughts about you, and she wants to act on them, but she's also nervous about it.  You reassure her and let her iniate everything.  

Your understanding and courtesy makes her feel safe, and the normally confident Boa is reduced to a blushing mess around you.  

It starts off slow.  Touching you underneath your clothes, long make out sessions, and grinding is how it begins.  

Once you've gone all the way though, she can't stop! Boa reveals that she's a total horndog <3 

She iniates everything and always has to be in charge, but likes to be taken care of.  Her pleasure is her priority, but that doesn't mean she leaves you completely alone.  

Likes to tie you up.

If you'll let her, she'll explore your body.  She wants to see how it'll react when she does certain things to it.  

Likes to tease you and is addicted to your moans. 

Also likes to be praised and called sweet names during sex.  

Definitely into face sitting and anything else to do with your mouth on her cunt.  

Ace

Kinks: hair-pulling, dumbification, overstimulation, temperature play, name-calling, etc.

Talks tough but gets (pussy/cock/etc)-drunk faster than anything. 

Switch; he prefers being in charge but he also loves it when you tie him up.  

Please pull his hair and call him names; he hates to admit it but his dick gets so hard when you do. 

Fucks you as a way to get out his anger sometimes; he won't hurt you, but he'll pound you kinda rough with an angry look on his face.  Always feels better afterwards and always makes sure to take care of you, especially after those rough sessions. 

Straight-up brat when you're in charge, but he's pretty easy to tame, too. 

Into temperature-play; he'll never use his flames on you, but he will use them to light the candle that drips wax on your bodies.  Doesn't mind ice, either. 

Likes to be tied up and he's into dumbification.

Scenario: 

   Ace, whimpering and groaning, thrusts into you at a reckless pace.  His hands, pushing your legs against your torso, grip you hard enough to bruise.  You yank on his hair, making noise yourself, and he goes even faster.  

   "More, more, more," he mutters like a prayer.  He drops his head into the crook of your neck and moans loudly.  

    His words become incomprehensible as his orgasm approaches.  He cums inside you with a loud cry and a whine of your name.  The rocking of his hips gradually begins to slow, and Ace rests on you, panting.  

Thanks for reading!

©yourlocalweirdo-3000

posted July 1st 2022

#one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece smut #one piece fanfic #law x reader #boa hancock x reader #ace x reader #franky x reader #brook x reader #soul king brook #cyborg franky #boa hancock #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #portgas d. ace

[thatjadedhotmess]

nightmares

pairings/characters: pantalone x gn!reader, dottore x gn!reader, arlecchino x gn!reader

warnings⚠️: lots of pet names used (e.g darling, sweethearts, sweets, sweetie ), reader is vulnerable ig (? TvT),

synopsis: what they did when they saw you having a nightmare

wc: 0.77k

note: the beginning of sage's harbinger era???👀💀 also I haven't written hcs in so long and I'm sry my format keeps changing eheh T~T

pantalone (潘塔罗涅)

☁︎︎ gives you back rubs. <33

☁︎︎ I think that his love language (aside from gift giving) is probably physical touch.

☁︎︎ knowing him and his background, he probably didn't receive much affectionate when he was a child

☁︎︎ and he wants to make sure that you, as his s/o (and himself), aren't deprived of it.

☁︎︎ it was just another night and he was at his desk doing some last minute works when he heard you kick the blankets off.

☁︎︎ weird because you're normally wrapped up in them so he knew something was off.

☁︎︎ so naturally he went to check up on you just to make sure everything was ok and that was when he realised you were having a nightmare.

☁︎︎ it's not the first time this has happened so he knew what to do almost immediately.

☁︎︎ he gently woke you up and you somewhat flinched before realising it was just him

☁︎︎ "would you like a back rub?"

☁︎︎ you simpered, a little smile on your face as you turned around and plopped yourself belly down on the bed. a quiet thank you passing your lips as you do so.

☁︎︎ he moved from his position, walking towards the bed and sitting down before he started to knead the knots out of your shoulder blades.

☁︎︎ as the tension in your back was slowly eased away, you quickly fell back asleep in the hands of pantalone.

☁︎︎ he quickly left a kiss on your head, smoothing your hair out before he carefully got out of bed, returning to his god awful paperwork

☁︎︎ he just wanted to spend time with you and cuddle in the bed with you:(

il dottore (多托雷)

☁︎︎ gently shakes you awake and asks if you need anything

☁︎︎ ok I know canonically he's an absolute ass but I think he would be pretty sweet to his s/o

☁︎︎ he's writing a report about some new experiment he conducted at his table while you slept on the shared bed

☁︎︎ he noticed shuffling coming from the bed and just decided to turn around and check on you

☁︎︎ the position you were currently in looked a little awkward so he got up and out of his chair to help you

☁︎︎ only upon closer inspection did he realise you were having a bad dream and you were moving around

☁︎︎ "sweetheart, sweetheart wake up." he was about to shake you when you quite literally jumped out of the bed, effectively shocking him and almost knocking your foreheads.

☁︎︎ "shit, i'm so sorry did i hurt you? Are you ok?" you asked, voice frantic as you looked all over him, worried you had somehow hurt him

☁︎︎ "yes sweetie im ok" he gently cupped your face, pressing a kiss on your nose before whispering sweet nothings, assuring you that he was ok.

☁︎︎ "would you like to stay up for a bit with me? you seem a little shaken up from the nightmare, we could see some of my works? it might help take your mind off… the bad dream."

☁︎︎ "darling aren't all of your works also bad?"

arlecchino (阿蕾奇诺)

☁︎︎ carry you to the kitchen and make a hot drink for you.

☁︎︎ I swear there's no way she isn't a sweetheart. [she's more of the tsundere type tho heh]

☁︎︎ it was probably about 3am when it happened.

☁︎︎ she was cuddling you from behind and woke up because you starting shifting around and mumbling gibberish.

☁︎︎ she could somewhat sense your panic so she decided that waking you up was the best thing to do; she didn't like seeing her darling in pain. [ykyk TvT <3]

☁︎︎ "sweets? yn… yn…" she tried, repeatedly calling out for you to no avail and the nightmare didn't seem to be getting better, at all.

☁︎︎ it sort of ended up with her littering you in kisses and squeezing the life out of you before you finally woke up.

☁︎︎ "sorry arle, for waking you up." you replied groggily, sleep evident in your voice as you wiped away the sweat on your forehead.

☁︎︎ "it's fine… do you maybe uh want a hot drink maybe? to help with the bad dreams." she asked.

☁︎︎ "sure… if you don't mind of course, what time is it?"

☁︎︎ "late, wanna come with me?"

☁︎︎ "mmm ok." you said, rolling yourself out of the bed, or at least attempting to.

☁︎︎ because next thing you know, you're being picked up and wrapped around someone's waist.

☁︎︎ "let me carry you there, the floor's cold."

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[beatendeadcourier]

<- [ok imagine: running away from a guy in a devil costume that's been following u for more than a few blocks,

u try to use an alley to get away from him,

it's a dead end,

he grabs u by the hoodie basically strangling u,

he says some goofy ass slasher horror movie line,

ur mind immediately goes to infomercial and intervention "reality" TV shows obliviously someone had to have set this up to fuck with u

[smh 0/10 lame prank this guy ain't a very good liar]

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Also bonus bob:

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Sorry if the formatting is weird I don't make comic strips often 💀

Thanks for the inspo I really enjoyed drawing out this interaction and adding my spin to it :]

@dib-thing-wannabe and @morii-marbles

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