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i am a huge huge huge fan of the outsiders, marvel, gigi perez, the crowded room, twttin, twisters (2024), greek mythology, topgun, cobra kai/karate kid, and other things ^_^. collectively, we switch in between i and we terms, and go by the system name of the seaborn fleet. when referring to us you may use parts, alters, or headmates terminology. im quite anxious and may find it a bit hard to trust people. most of the time, i talk with my closest friends, one of which is (shoutout) emil :3 anyways if you want to dm then feel free but say why in the original message! i am helpol and won’t change my beliefs, don’t send me the “god will save you” messages.

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[softlypossessive]

♡･ﾟ𓏸 Ordinary 𓏸･ﾟ♡

♡ Characters: Ryomen Sukuna x GN!Reader ♡ Warnings: Yandere themes, obsession, possessive behavior, intense internal conflict, mentions of gore (?),  intimidation, psychological tension, cursed domain imagery, emotional whiplash, unhealthy attachment, power imbalance ♡ WC: ~1k ♡ Notes: Just me spiraling at 3am about Sukuna being violently obsessed and absolutely not okay with it. This is unhinged yandere energy with a side of “why the hell do I care about this soft little human???” and I’m not sorry. Part 2 coming soon?

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You are ordinary.

That’s the part that makes it worse.

If you were some grand sorcerer, veins pulsing with cursed energy, he could chalk this up to respect—or at least a worthy rivalry. If you were a scheming little shit, all sharp edges and venom, he could tell himself you’d sunk claws into him through sheer cunning. 

But you’re not. You’re nothing like that. 

You’re soft—too soft—skin unscarred, voice quiet, a fragile little mortal who smiles like the world isn’t a cesspit of blood and rot. You laugh at Yuji’s stupid jokes, look at that pink-haired idiot like he’s some kind of hero, and it makes Sukuna’s gut twist in ways he can’t stand.

He’s Ryomen Sukuna—king of curses, a walking slaughterhouse, a god among worms—and yet here he is, clawing at his own insides, trying to figure out why your existence gnaws at him like a starving dog.

He should crush it.

Crush you.

Rip that warmth out of his chest and grind it into the dirt where it belongs. He’s done worse for less.

But then you glance his way—just once, quick and unthinking, your eyes catching his through Yuji’s borrowed face—and the fury boiling in his bones goes quiet. Not gone, no, never gone—but warm, sickeningly so, like blood pooling under a fresh kill.

Shameful.

Unacceptable.

He wants to tear his own ribs out just to stop it.

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The air shifts, heavy and wrong, like the world’s holding its breath. You blink, and the dim hum of your room melts away. The floor beneath your feet turns cold, slick, like polished stone kissed by damp rot.

Shadows stretch, curling up the walls, and the light twists into something red and bruised, pulsing like a heartbeat.

You’re not where you were.

You’re somewhere else.

A low chuckle rumbles through the space, deep enough to rattle your teeth.

Ahead, the darkness splits, and there he is—Sukuna, not Yuji’s watered-down shell, but the real thing. Four arms flexing, claws gleaming like obsidian, his true form sprawls across a throne of bones, all jagged edges and marrow-stained ivory. His eyes—four of them, crimson and unblinking—lock onto you, and the grin splitting his face is a slash of teeth, too wide, too sharp. The air stinks of iron and ash, thick with the weight of his presence, and your pulse kicks hard despite yourself.

This is his domain. A cursed pocket of reality carved out just for this—just for you. He leans forward, two hands braced on his knees, the other two crossed lazily over his chest, and tilts his head, pink hair spilling like liquid over his shoulders. 

“Well, well,” he drawls, voice a blade dragging across stone, “look what stumbled into my cage. Didn’t think you’d be this bold, little mortal.”

You don’t flinch. Don’t scream. Don’t even step back.

You just stand there, chin up, and ask—calm as if you’re ordering coffee—“What do you want?”

The question hits him like a slap. 

His grin falters, just for a heartbeat, eyes narrowing as if you’ve thrown something sharp at him. 

What does he want? 

He summoned you here to watch you squirm, to see that soft shell of yours shatter under the weight of his malice. He wanted you trembling, wide-eyed, begging for mercy he’d never give. But you’re not. You’re steady, voice even, looking at him like he’s not a nightmare made flesh. And it pisses him off more than he can stomach.

“Want?” he echoes, rising from the throne, each step a slow, deliberate thud that shakes the ground. 

He towers over you, close enough that you feel the heat rolling off him, the faint tang of blood and smoke clinging to his skin. 

“I want to rip that tongue out of your mouth for asking something so fucking stupid.” His claws flex, one hand lifting like he might just do it, but it hovers there, inches from your throat.

 He doesn’t move. Can’t.

You tilt your head, just slightly, and meet his gaze—four burning eyes against your two ordinary ones. 

“Then why don’t you?”

The silence that follows is deafening. 

His hand freezes, claws glinting in the red light, and something flickers in his face—confusion, rage, something uglier he can’t name. Inside, he’s screaming, a howling storm of violence and disgust tearing through him. 

Why doesn’t he? 

He’s gutted men for less, torn women apart for daring to breathe in his direction. You’re nothing—nobody—a speck of dust under his heel. So why is his chest tight, his blood thrumming with something that isn’t hate?

“You’re a disease,” he snarls, voice dropping low, venomous, but his hand falls back to his side, claws curling into a fist. “A weak, pathetic little plague I should’ve stamped out the second I saw you.” 

He steps closer, so close his breath brushes your face, hot and bitter. 

“But you keep looking at me like that—like I won’t—” He cuts off, teeth grinding, and you swear you see his jaw tremble, just for a second.

“Like you won’t what?” you press, soft but steady, and it’s the final crack. 

His control splinters. 

He doesn’t answer—just stares, eyes boring into you, a war raging behind them. He wants to kill you. He wants to touch you. He wants to claw that warmth out of you and keep it for himself, and the contradiction is eating him alive.

The domain trembles, a faint ripple, and then it’s gone. 

You’re back in your room, alone, the bulb flickering overhead like nothing happened. But you feel it—the weight of his gaze lingering, the ghost of his breath on your skin. 

He’s not done with you. 

Not even close.

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[jnjxi]

I still hate you

Miguel O'Hara × gn!spider!reader 𓏸 🕸️

Warning: small make out session, probably bad English, terrible Spanish,mention of blood and injury but nothing too explicit so go safe.

Summary: You always hated Miguel. Or so you thought before you ended up stuck with him...

I realized I couldn't stand Miguel O'Hara the same day I met him.

I don't know exactly why.

Maybe it's because of that superior tone he uses, or because he always has the same serious expression maybe it's because he's always boring and stiff or because he does nothing but bark orders at everyone.

I don't know exactly why, but from that day on I decided that I would do anything to annoy him. It doesn't take too much to annoy Miguel, but the first few months I couldn't even get close to him.

Then Hobie Brown came along.

Annoying Miguel has been easy since the day Hobie arrived, but while Hob has gotten tired of doing nothing but tease our boss, I've become almost addicted to it. By now I don't think my day ended without having at least a little annoyed Miguel.

This is why I am now locked in an uncomfortable closet squeezed between the wall and O'Hara's body.

I try to move a little to be a little more comfortable, but the only thing I can do is cause a pained grunt from Miguel. His arm circles my waist from behind, holding me steady against his chest.

«Stay still, Mierda, solo faltas tu para empeorar todo.» I have no idea what he said, but it doesn't matter when all I hear is his rapid heartbeat and his breath brushing the side of my face.

«You are crushing me» I whisper to him annoyed.

In another situation, in a world where Miguel isn't a pain in the ass, I wouldn't mind being pressed against his muscular body, But that's not the situation, not when he's bleeding from his leg and the only thing blocking the wound is one of my webs.

«It's your fault we're in this situation, don't complain» I hear anger in his voice, but also something I identify as concern.

I roll my eyes, opening my mouth to speak again but his hand gets over my mouth preventing me from doing so.

I decide to speak anyway, but the result is just a series of muffled sounds

his hand keep growing a little firmer. «Let me breath, O'Hara» I grip his wrist, trying to push his hand away «tranquilizarse . We can't be spotted.» He keep a firm grip on my wrist, but he remove his hand. «The only reason you're safe right now is because I'm not letting you move. »

I sigh, tilting my head back to rest on his shoulder, looking up at his face.

There is a small furrow on his face, between his eyebrows, like he's thinking hard about something -or is it just his typical expression, I don't know-

My gaze falls on his slightly open mouth, open just enough to show a part of his sharp fangs.

I hate Miguel, I hate that he's bigger and taller than me so he always towers over me,I hate that it's so intriguing and annoying at the same time i hate that he looks so good but he acts so ugly i hate knowing i hate him and still feel attracted to all the things that set him apart from anyone else, spider-person or not.

«Deja de mirarme, niña» His breath tickles my face, and his slightly huskier voice rouses me from my thoughts.

My mother has always called them "dangerous thoughts", the same ones that make you feel good before being dragged into oblivion.

Sins.

«What?» I frown.

We are so close, more than we've ever had, too close.

«Stop staring at me» He whispers bringing our faces even closer. I don't think he realized how close we are, that if he just tilted his head a few inches our lips would meet.

I hate him for not noticing, I hate him because he isn't pushing me away.

«Im not staring» My eyes lock with his. They're red, but not the same deep red as when he's angry.

I, unconsciously, lick my lips. He huff staring at me.

He did notice. Bastard.

«I hate you, If it weren't for you, I'd be back in my office by now, taking care of other anomalies. You are a pain in the ass»

He Speaks with contempt? and for a moment his fangs are clearly visible, white and gleaming. Every now and then I wonder if they are the reason for the small red marks on his lips, if he bites them causing small blood spills.Is he some kind of vampire? Or is it like a cat? Maybe a bat, like Batman.

Just the thought makes me smile, in the end they both have capes, don't they?

I hate Miguel O'Hara because which Spider-Man has the cape? Which Spider-Man has claws and fangs? Which Spider-Man relies on artificial intelligence?

«Why are you smiling now? I just insulted you» he looks confused.

So my gaze falls to his lips as he speaks. «Why should I care? You always insult everyone»

«I don't »

«Yes, you do. You are such a bitch with everyone, O'Hara. That's why I always talk back, because you deserve it.»

He grunts, sniffles and looks away, but his arm tightens around my waist even more,

almost possessively.

And here a yellow light illuminates our faces as Layla shows herself.

«Oh- I hope I didn't interrupt you» The hologram with the pink glasses smirks as she alternates her gaze between Miguel and me.

«Finally, where were you? Call Jess and Ben and tell them to deal with the anomaly, it's hanging around the palace.» Miguel starts giving orders to poor Layla who looks at him annoyed.

«Then open a portal to HQ, -name- doesn't have the device anymore and mine doesn't work well. Also tell the infirmary that I need bandages and maybe some stitches.»

«What do we say?» She asks,

Miguel looks at her with hatred, but sighs all the same before answering her «Please?» I giggle watching the scene.

Layla disappears, and a pink and blue portal opens in her place.

I smile trying to get into it, but Miguel's arm keeps me glued to him.

«What are you doing?» I turn to him in confusion, only to belatedly realize that his lips are on mine. His hand squeezes both of my cheeks, holding my face against his. I close my eyes, focusing on the feel of his lips on mine and his fangs occasionally tingling.

Then he pulls away abruptly, keeping my face away from his. I stare at him wide-eyed as I realize what he's done. I feel my swollen lips and hot cheeks.

«Just to be clear, I still hate you»

He moves me slightly to the side to enter the portal.I stay still for a few more seconds before following him and returning to my usual routine.

I hate him because now I don't know if I really hate him.

Mierda, solo faltas tu para empeorar todo:/ Shit, only you are missing to make everything worse./

tranquilizarse:/calm down/

Deja de mirarme, niña:/stop looking at me kid/

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