#flippy/reader

[uhzuku]

Could write a aizawa fic with a hybrid!reader? Like the shounya fics you wrote? I love those ones!

𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 (𝐂𝐀𝐓)𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋! | 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮-𝐧𝐲𝐚.

𝐂𝐖 ‼️ | hybrids, hybrid au, no quirks, catgirl reader, fem reader, shou-nya uno reverse ( ur the kitty now besties ! ), misunderstandings, aizawa is a big dumb dumb n didn’t research *all* cat hybrid behaviors so u get a lil pissy ngl, night shift security guard aizawa, rut cycles/in heat, creampies, biting, breeding kink, daddy & master kinks, use of ‘kitty’ as a pet name.

“This’ll be your room,” Shouta grunts, opening the door to the guest bedroom in his apartment. “Used to be the guest, but you’re here to stay, so it’s all yours now. Decorate it however, I don’t really care.”

You blink owlishly into the dark room he’s offered you. It isn’t bad or small, it’s rather nice actually, but you were confused. Turning to look up at him, your bottom lip trembles a little as you ask, “B-But — I just got here, what did I do?”

“Huh?!” The noise he makes is filled with blatant confusion, but you don’t even register it as you clutch at your tail, upset. 

“What did I do wrong?” You ask again, eyes starting to water a little, and your new master starts looking a little uncomfortable; he never knew what to do when people cried. 

“Nothing!” he exclaims, starting to panic just a little. Why were you having such a visceral reaction to getting your own room?!

“Then why am I being punished?” you whine, eyes shimmering with tears, and he shakes his head and hands placatingly. 

“What?! You aren’t!” 

“But I’m — I’m supposed to s-sleep with you!” You hiccup, and Shouta can honestly say he doesn't know what to do. You’ve been in his apartment for less than half an hour and he’s already made you cry. How the fuck was he supposed to know hybrids slept with their owners? He’d never owned one before! Besides, aren't cats supposed to want their own space? That was the entire reason he allowed Hizashi and Nemuri to talk him into adopting a cat hybrid, eventually choosing a catgirl over a catboy after Nemuri showed him a picture of you cuddling your tail while sleeping that the hybrid shelter you’d come from had posted. 

“It’s not a punishment,” he says patiently, “I just want you to be able to have your own space.”

“But I won’t take up much room, I promise,” you say quietly, refusing to look at him. “I can be good — you won’t even know I’m there.”

Shouta sighs, then shakes his head. “No, you need your own room. I don’t want to share mine with you.” He knows he’s said the wrong thing when he sees your body stiffen, your fur puff up, and your ears flick back to pin themselves against your head, but what was wrong about it he doesn’t know. He reaches out a hand slowly, but you dodge it with an angry-sounding inhuman noise, and it startles him. 

“If you didn’t want me, why adopt me?” you ask coldly, shocking him, before stalking into your room and locking the door behind you. For the rest of the night until time for his patrol hits he tries to coax you out, but you refuse dinner and snacks and cuddles ( all the things that Nemuri and Hizashi had said could tempt you out when he’d texted them in a panic ), holing yourself up in your room and sticking it out until he’s forced to leave for his security job from midnight to five. When he gets back he finds an empty tin of cat hybrid-specific food in the trash, one of the dozen and a half tins that the shelter had sent him home with that he’d turned up his nose at and promptly decided to feed you real food instead of, alongside a freshly washed bowl and spoon drying on the counter rack. The plate he’d made for you is untouched on the counter, and likewise with the bag of cookies he’d tried to get you to come out with, and he groans. 

If it wasn’t obvious you were pissed with him before, it definitely was now. 

“C’mon, please come out,” Shouta groans a week later. Seven days have passed, and he’s not even caught a glimpse of you since that first day, and he’s starting to worry. He knows you’re still in there, he’s heard you moving stuff around, and he knows you come out every now and then to snatch stuff because so many blankets are missing that it isn’t even funny anymore, but he doesn’t know what to do. Obviously he isn’t going to force his way inside your room, considering that would defeat the entire purpose of giving you your own space, but the nerves were starting to get to him. 

Honestly he might have sent an SOS to Nemuri had he not come home from his night shift later that night and found you lounging on the couch in front of the TV while some random true crime show played, your tail flicking back and forth idly as the narrator recounts a particularly grisly murder case. 

It’s a welcome surprise, seeing you out of your room, and he’s relieved — then startled when he goes to gently scratch one of your ears and you hiss at him, climbing onto the back of the far end of the couch and draping yourself there while giving him a warning look. He just blinks, shocked, before dropping the hand he’d still had raised, and retreats to the kitchen for a late snack. While he’s there he shoots off a text in the group chat telling Hizashi and Nemuri that you came out as well as what had happened, and when Nemuri jokes that you must really not like him now he groans quietly, because wasn’t she right? 

The next few days are the same, with him coming home to you lazing around the house and acting growly whenever he gets too close or brushes against you by accident. You’re at least eating more, though, considering he comes home nightly to find the meals he’s made you gone entirely without even leftovers remaining. Maybe a different man would be angry, but Shouta was just happy you were eating what he was making and that everything was falling into a lax routine that he could understand; like he’d thought before, cat hybrids weren’t unlike cats, so of course you’d get pissy now and then — it’s how cats are. 

And then he comes home, and you aren’t somewhere in the living room. His heart plummets as he worries that he’s somehow managed to fuck up again, but then a pained-sounding yowl reaches his ears and he rushes to your room in a panic. He’d not locked the door that night, overtired from a rough night’s sleep ( or lack thereof, really ) and if someone had broken in due to his stupidity and was hurting you —!

Throwing your door open with a call of your name on the tip of his tongue, he’s greeted by the sight of your slick, swollen pussy pointing directly at the door as you arch your back while on all fours and reach a hand under and between your legs to finger yourself, distressed mewls falling from your lips as they do nothing to satisfy you, and suddenly everything clicks into place for Shouta. You were in heat — meaning the week before you were in preheat, and therefore excessively hormonal. It would only be expected for your patience to fluctuate like the temperature just between summer and autumn.  

Stupid, stupid! He thinks, moving to back out of your room, but it’s too late since you’ve caught sight of him. A demanding screech falls from your mouth and he freezes, locking eyes with you as you pant open-mouthed before you whine, “M-Master, help me~!”

Unwittingly he feels his cock twitch in his uniform pants and his mouth fills with saliva. He can’t smell what could only be a desperately cloying heat scent to catboys, but the sight of his new ‘pet’ shaking her pussy at him was enough to spur him into stalking into the room carefully, slowly but surely peeling off his security uniform and freeing his more than half-hard cock from his underwear. He never tears his eyes from where you sway your ass back and forth on the bed in front of him, whining and calling for Master all the while. 

“‘M so hot, Master, please make it go away!” you moan while looking back at him over your shoulder with tear-filled eyes. Your watery gaze is what really gets him even closer, and when he places his hands on your bare hips he can feel how hot to the touch your skin is; it’s almost alarming, but you’re distracting him by rubbing your bare cunt against his crotch. “Wan’ it in me — fill me up, Master, I’ve been a good girl!”

“Have you?” he growls, gripping you by the hips tightly and yanking you back at the same time he rolls his hips into you, grinding your burning hot pussy against his cock and drawing a lewd meow from your lips. “Been bitchy all week, growling and hissing and swiping at me…”

“Sorry! I’m sorry!” you whine, sniffling. “Please fuck me, Master!” 

Shouta fists his hand around the base of your tail and tugs you up by it, pulling a yowl from you, while taking his cock by the base with his other hand and proceeding to rub it against your sopping wet cunt. His sensitive tip skips across your wanting entrance and rolls across your swollen clit, and he continues rutting his hips against you this way so he can coat his cock with a good amount of your slick before stuffing you full — but you’re impatient, and you want him now. 

“In me!” you demand, hiccuping out a tiny growl between your moaned sobs. “Put it in me!”

His hand, wet with your slick, darts forward at lighting speed and grips you by the chin in a borderline bruising grip as he turns you to face him. “You’ll get what I’ll give you when I give it to you,” he snarls, and a new gush of wetness coats his cock at his tone. 

“You’re s-so mean!” you wail, then shriek as his hand comes down across your bare ass in a brutal spank that leaves it stinging. 

“Don’t be a bad girl, kitty,” he croons mockingly, pressing a kiss to your jaw, and you tremble; the scratch of the stubble on his face got you even wetter. “You want Daddy to fuck you, don’t you?”

You just whimper and mewl, arching your back in what you hope is an obvious invitation, and thankfully Shouta can read desperate whores better than freshly adopted hybrids, because he knows that’s his cue to press inside, which he does. You let out a sharp, drawn out cry as he fills you up all at once, and he lets out a deep groan as your almost unbearably burning hot cunt wraps around him perfectly; he can hardly keep himself from starting to fuck you right away, but he manages to hold off until you start begging for him to move, which only takes a couple seconds. 

“M-Move, move-! Please!” you wail, pushing back against him to bury his cock as deep inside as it would go. “Fuck me!” Shouta doesn’t have to be told twice and immediately sets a brutal, unforgiving pace, his heavy balls slapping against you wetly with each rough thrust. His grip is bruising, and heavy moans escape through his gritted teeth. 

“Fuck, that’s good,” he grunts, releasing one of your hips to press it flat against the wall, stabilizing himself as practically tears you apart. 

“O-Oh! Oh, fuck — f-fuck, Daddy, you’re mixing up my i-insides!” you wail, claws digging into the bedding as you cry out for him. Mid-thrust his hand slips and his entire front plasters itself to your back, the arm that had slipped curling beneath your neck while the other wraps around your middle and he fucks into you like a man possessed. His moans and growls at your ear make your body tingle pleasantly  from your fingers to your toes, and you tremble beneath him as you begin to cry from the stimulation. 

“That’s a good kitty,” Shouta groans as you scratch at the bed in front of you, “Yeah, cry for Daddy—!”

“D-Daddy!” you hiccup through a wail, tears rolling down your cheeks as what of your tail that wasn’t pinned between your bodies lashes back and forth violently. “Bite, bite, bite!” you beg, tilting your head to the side to bare where the soft column of your throat met with your collarbone and shoulder; your jaw presses against his thick bicep, and other than his hands on your body and his cock in your cunt that’s the only thing grounding you right now. “Bite!” 

He doesn’t argue, biting down as he fucks into you and earning himself a high-pitched scream from you that he knows the neighbors heard; all he can do is mentally cross his fingers that they realize the context without being expressly told because he sure as fuck wasn’t going to pull out of your oerfect fucking cunt just to answer a noise complaint notice. 

“P-Please, Daddy!” you gasp, drool rolling down your chin. “Please, cum in me! Breed me! Fill me up, claim me on the inside too!”

Shouta lets out a shaky moan around his mouthful of your collarbone. God, you’re filthy. 

It doesn’t take much more time before you’re yowling again, and he isn’t sure why until he feels your cunt rhythmically spasming around his aching cock. His eyes roll back a little at the feeling, which is all it takes for him to start cumming with you. You can feel a pleasant warmth that you know is him start to fill your lower belly, and you let out another cry as you arch your back more as far as it’ll go while he keeps fucking you through both of your orgasms, all former coherency leaving you both as gibberish moans flm from your lips. It’s only once he stops cummung that he begins to ease to a stop before finally pulling out and rolling over to lay on his back, breathing hard. You immediately begin pressing the cum that was dripping from your cunt back inside, repeating the action a handful of times before licking your fingers clean and kissing him. 

The two of you kiss for a bit before you pull away to lay down for a second to rest between the heat waves, and during this rest he finally speaks again. “How long do — how long do your heats usually last, kitty?” Shouta asks through deep breaths, his heart pounding. You purr and curl up close to him, tail curling back and forth. 

“‘Least a week more,” you answer honestly, and he groans as one of your hands reaches down and starts stroking his cock back to full hardness.  “So hurry up ‘nd fuck me again, Daddy — I can’t cum without you being mean to me.”

[ctheathy]

HI again! I was wondering if you could do a flippy+fliqpy x reader who is very kind and sweet to him and just gives him the love he MOST DEFF deserves? already dating headcannons if your able to

Flippy+Fliqpy w/ Sweetheart!Darling

Flippy x Reader x Fliqpy

General+Fluff Headcanons

Short Concept

Both Flippy and Fliqpy shall be kept in different sections to prevent confusion between the two as always!!

Flippy/Reader/Fliqpy [Romantic]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

PTSD symptoms [On Flippy’s part] • Mentions of war • Overworking •

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Flippy :

Honey, you and your antics are literally all the man needs in his life. I can see Flippy finding a massive amount of emotional support from you just being there for him, your presence is more than enough to cease any considered stress he might have been feeling beforehand and soften up his mood for the rest of the day. He always seems to be happy and relaxed whenever you happen to be around. You’re truly like the only comfort person the green bear has in his life. And he shall do everything in his power to make sure to keep you aware of that fact. He’ll oftentimes bring you gifts and other small items to showcase his appreciation for your constant, endearing kindness to him. As it means more to the male than words could ever tell you.

He tends to shy away from too much physical contact at times, but he’ll certainly hold your hand here and there for emotional support. Especially whenever feeling overwhelmed in the slightest, one tiny squeeze can put him back at ease. He is so internally grateful for the fact you manage to keep him stable like this, which is why he... attempts to return the favour. Flippy tries to be so incredibly gentle when it comes to you, knowing he can have quite the harsh and strong grip as a whole. But this also causes him to be slightly awkward and knowing where to put his hands and such for the longest time. You’ll have to ease him into it little by little, and that’s when he becomes a little teddybear towards you. As soon as you warm him up to it, there’s not gonna be a single moment where he doesn’t crave your touch. He’ll become slightly more clingy due to your caring and loving nature. Including giving you affection of his own. Such as caresses whenever he gets close, an arm around your shoulder, and all the many many times where he entangles his pinky finger with your own whenever on a walk; Associating it with a sense of promise.

Flippy would oftentimes offer for the both of you to go on soothing and gentle dates with one another. Picnics, skygazing, tea parties; uncomplicated deeds such as those, just wanting to go out with you without potential stressful situations. We all know Flippy here isn’t the biggest fan of activities that can result in trouble, are too noisy for his liking or may have a chance of triggering his ptsd in one way or another. He has always been haunted by the mere thought of the battlefields he faced in the past, so all he truthfully desires is a simple and familiar routine in his life where he can live without feeling the constant need to flee for his safety. He just wants an easy-peasy life with you that isn’t revolved around war and the pain of others. As the simple thought of losing you to the same incidents he has lost his peers to leaves the bear shaken up and absolutely mortified.

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Fliqpy :

Being the defense mechanism to Flippy’s trauma, it’s only natural he is going to be a lot less humane with you and more on the rough side than his merciful counterpart. But considering Flippy’s undying love for you, Fliqpy is going to be growing a soft spot of his own. Even if he tends to show you this through ... rather unique ways and means. He’s a big tease and takes any opportunity to just- bully you. You better expect a daily flick to your forehead, cause it’s going to happen. At this rate, he would pretty much do anything to just get on your nerves and get a reaction out of you. Would put down constant traps in order to just troll you. And as soon as you manage to get lured into one, he is going to be laughing at you like a madman and ridicule you for not being careful enough with your step.

Fliqpy would constantly insist and technically just force you along with the prompt that he gets to train with you and learn you the basics of self defense and combat. He’d sometimes slinger around commentary and scary suggestions that could result in similar motives for you to keep your guard up around the place. He’d teach you how to work with the more common variants of weapons for the sake of your safety, even if it happens to be against your agreement; you’ll be dragged into it whenever you have interest in it or not. These little training sessions can definitely cause you to grow overworked and exhausted rather quickly though, as Fliqpy treats you as he would a comrade back during the violent attacks of war itself.

On a sweeter note, though; you’ll probably be the only individual he can tolerate enough to share his background with. He’ll want to tell you everything he experienced in graphic detail and leave nothing out of the story. He’ll tell you about the many secrets of any vicious ambushes he and his team faced back in the day. Including what the experience can actually do to a person, leading to some more deep and serious conversational topics. With your influence, I also believe Fliqpy to grow the ability to become less hostile over time. His killings are most likely not going to take a stop, but he tends to grow the slightest bit more forbearing towards the other bystanders while being less bloodthirsty than he was before. And all because he got the experience the chance to share these horrible occurrences and traumatic events among somebody he grew a sense of trust with.

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[mmmfanfiction]

Hello! If it’s really not too much to do, could you do flippy/fliqpy x silkmoth! Reader who often over works themselves??? Please and thank you!! (Romantic please!!)

I’m so sorry for not responding to this sooner, I really think I just hit a massive art block because this was nearly done when I abandoned it. I really do hope it’s to your liking

Flippy

🧸similar to the bat fic, Flippy will try to stay up late to spend more time with you.

🧸often he’ll wrap his arm around you and rest his head on your shoulder as you work

🧸if he catches you working late into the day instead of sleeping you can bet he will drag your ass to bed and force you to sleep don’t even try to fight back it’s useless at this point

🧸I think that Flippy likes to run his hands along your fluff

🧸I mean your just like so soft and fluffy

🧸almost like a plushy!!

🧸he loves cuddling you, especially when he’s upset

🧸probably made things from your silk thread before he realized that it was literally hardened spit-

🧸he couldn’t look at those things the same again.

🧸however if you ever cut your hair he will ask Lammy to try and turn the fluff into wool so he could make a mini you (it takes months for him to collect all the fur-)

🧸Flip cuddles it when your sleeping, or when he’s sleeping. Or when one of you is just simply away.

🧸always makes you calm tea and anti stress tea

🧸will always make you take breaks, remind you to eat, ect.

Fliqpy

🔪I feel like he’s accidentally torn your wings before- 

🔪or before dating he did so on purpose 

🔪either way, he ended up sewing them back together, wether that be months afterwards or immediately afterwards 

🔪hoe pretends not to feel bad (he 100% does)

🔪though he never admits it he also loves cuddling up to you. 

🔪you know that mini you Flip made? Yeah he cuddled it too 

🔪but he pretends he doesn’t (fuckin tsundere) 

🔪I feel like Fliqpy doesn’t have a sleep schedule so he likes to stay by you, weather that be right beside you or just in the same room

🔪but if he notices your overworking yourself he’ll try to get you to take breaks and take care of yourself, however he’s a bit more rough with it then Flippy is. He won’t take no for an answer

🔪like I’m just imagining him picking you up like ‘alright bedtime now’

🔪defo gets pissy when you give your work more love then him

🔪like tf do you mean you need those documents in by 3? He wants your cuddles now!

[picklebunbun]

HIII HOW U DOING I would like to make a request (if ur not busy!!) 

About flippy/fliqpy (htf) and reader with anger issues!

Like they just randomly go mad crazy but they calm down easily, but it’s kinda freaky how fast they go form psycho crazy to a lil silly person

Oh could you also make reader’s gender neutral? 

Thank you so much for ur hard work!!

‧₊˚♪𝄞࿐₊˚⊹ Flippy/Fliqpy x gn! reader

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savior

novulent ♥︎

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❦. gender neutral! reader, no agab, kind of masculine pronouns but not really at tge same time

❦. genre: more crack than fluff and maybe a hint of angst but you have to squint to ses it

❦. cw: violence, talks about violence, violent tendencies, kind of gorish,, reader seems very bi polar, just reader getting vilely angry, and death

❦. fandom: HTF

❦. can be read as rom or plat

summary: headcanons of reader switching from wild anger to their normal happy go-lucky self in front of Flippy/Flipqy [reader is so kenji from the hit series bungou grey dawgs]

{angel's/pickle's notes 🪽🥒: sorry I've been gone so long, finally school ended and I can focus on writing requests ! Anyways I have to catch up, thank you for requesting !}

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"*_- hcs !

when Flippy first met you, he saw how bubbly you were, kind of air-headed, always hapoy about something. It was nice to see someone like that since most of the people he met hid behind a façade, they were either deeply terrified or would wrap around your throat like a snake, but it turns out, you were actually pleasent to be around.

first of all, you decided to hide this problem away from him, keeping it in a locked caged, making sure it didn't escape, but, just like how you bottle up everything, it all starts to bubble up and explode.

the first time Flippy saw you like that, it was Flippy at all. It was Flipqy.

needless to say, it was very surprising to see you so violently angry, it was like a different person was controling you.

you acted almost exactly like how Flipqy does, although, his was a trauma response and yours was probably for a different reason. You did just as much damage as him when you switch.

when he saw you act this way, it just encouraged him to be even more violent. In no time, blood and guts were flying everywhere, blood-curdling screams from your friens and crying could be heard from miles away.

everything kind of blanked after that.

keep in mind, Flippy doesn't know, only his alter-ego does. So when you tried to apologize from how you acted that day, he was confused, horrified, a little appalled, but he was just a whirlwind of emotions.

you guys had a huge talk that day.

it was kind of funny how you turn back to a silly goober and waddle away from the corpse you just killed.

you were so adorable too, anyone could've had their guard down around you. It's like you were constantly stuck on ':3' you're whole life,,,

one time, when you were basically destroying everything in your path, the minute you saw Flippy, you stopped what you were doing and hopped your way to him. Very weird,,, but he loves you so it's okay, in his words,, "who am I to judge anyways ?"

but yeah, he makes sure he's around you in public so no more people have to be tortured endlessly by you,, and so you can calm him down when he has another PTSD episode! So it's basically a win-win.

most of your time is spent with Flippy cause of how paranoid he can get from you being out in public alone.

Flipqy is still kind of wary around you, but since you treat Flippy right and he trusts you with all his life, he eventually learns to trust you.

you'd probably almost go to jail or a psychiatric hospital multiple times.

your [best friend or lover] will always bail you out, dw my man. 🙏

a whole protest to bail you out too,, "FREE MY HOMIE, [NAME] ‼️"

you come home in the middle of the night standing in the doorway.

"DARLING, GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM JAIL" "WHAT?!"

they can't keep ya boy locked up, YOU STAY WINNING 😼

but long story short, you and Flippy are awesome and everyone should treat you guys like royalty.

[happy-tree-huggers]

Idk if this counts as acceptable by rules, but Ok sooo.... Hear me out, Flippy with an gn! s/o who has horrid nightmares and always wakes up all anxious and tear eyed?

(just like, fluff things)

(IK ITS ODD HELP-😭)

Flippy - S/O Reader With Terrible Nightmares

Note: Oh, it's not odd at all!! Here you go! ♡ Word Count: 0.3k Warnings: Mentions of nightmares

♡ When the two of you officially got together and you had moved into his home, you thought that your nightmares would finally stop—that it might have just been the loneliness and stress that caused them. The first few nights that you fell asleep next to him were worriless, dreamless sleeps, which you were grateful for. You thought your sleepless nights had finally ended.

♡ Until one night, when those nightmares had returned. You had awoken and sat up in the bed, tears springing to your eyes involuntarily and trying not to make a sound next to Flippy, who was still asleep. You unfortunately couldn't control your tears, and you started to cry quietly.

♡ Though, as a previous soldier, Flippy was somewhat of a light sleeper; and he woke to find you sniffling and hiccupping silently next to him. With a frown of worry he asked if you were okay, and after some stammering you simply brushed it off as a nightmare—such as it was, but you truly didn't want to worry him.

♡ But he noticed how genuinely distraught you looked, how the tears just wouldn't seem to stop rolling down your cheeks, and he hugged you softly while rubbing your back comfortingly.

♡ When you told him you didn't want to go back to sleep that night, he understood and offered to stay up with you. Perhaps then the two of you watched a few movies together on the sofa, or watched him knit, or helped him bake late night cookies—he would do anything to help take your mind off of it.

♡ Some nights you were afraid to sleep because of the possible nightmares you would have, and Flippy would hold you in bed as you closed your eyes, until you fell asleep.

♡ Other times when you did inevitably wake up from those nightmares, he would either comfort you and help you back to sleep, or stay up with you again if you were too afraid. He tells you that you shouldn't ever worry about being a "burden" to him because of this, because some nights he has terrible nightmares of his own about the war he took part in.

[rafesdolliee]

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊.. ˎˊ˗

warnings: (not actual warning but yeah) fluff, soft angst undertone, summer dusk vibes, light hearted but still hits you in the chest

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

you’re not even sure how you ended up walking beside him.

well. you do know. you followed him. but casually. like in a “oh hey! i’m also going to the armory for no reason at all even though i literally have nothing to sharpen and i don’t even know what a celestial bronze dagger looks like” kind of way.

totally casual.

the sky is painted with that soft golden-pink that looks like a love letter in color form, and luke’s voice cuts through your daydreams.

"you good?" he asks, glancing down at you with that stupidly perfect smile that probably ruins people.

"me? oh. yeah. i’m great. perfect. thriving, even," you say. your voice cracks on the word thriving. tragic.

he laughs. laughs.

you think you might melt.

"you’ve been weird lately," he adds, nudging your arm gently.

you blink. this is it. this is where you either confess or spontaneously combust.

deep breath.

"...i like you," you blurt.

pause.

dead silence.

the birds stop chirping. the breeze stills. even the nymphs freeze like this is a dramatic moment on a CW show.

luke just blinks. slowly. like his brain glitched.

"...you like me?" he echoes, like he’s trying the words on for size.

"yeah," you say, now fully committed to the emotional freefall. "like, capital L Like. like I-watch-you-train-and-sigh kind of like. like I-think-about-how-you-smile-when-you’re-watching-the-sunset kind of like. like you make my heart do that annoying flippy thing and i hate it, but also maybe i don’t. that kind of like."

another pause.

you want to disappear into the nearest shrub.

but then—then—he smiles. not his usual confident smirk. a soft one. slow. real. and he steps a little closer, the world narrowing down to just the space between you.

"good," he says, and you blink because... what?

"good?" you echo.

he doesn’t answer with words.

he kisses you.

it’s not dramatic or dipped-in-golden-light or fireworks-in-the-sky. it’s gentle. familiar. like maybe you’d done this a thousand times in dreams you didn’t remember.

his hand lingers on your cheek, and when he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours.

"i’ve been waiting for you to say that," he whispers.

and in your head, you hear your mom’s voice—love is a battlefield, darling, but sometimes you win.

[hoonieyun]

a lovesick girl's guide to heartbreak

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ fwb!jake x reader i start fights cause i wanna makeup... summary: although you specified with jake that you were only looking for a fwb, you just love getting a kick out of pushing his buttons. after all, as much as you like starting fights with him, you like making up with him after even more.

warnings: kissing, drinking and playing beer pong, jake and yn are not good people, i'm not sure the term but they use other people to get back at one another, suggestive, consensual skinship, possessive!jake, jake slightly chokes yn but its consensual!! bratty!reader ,18+ wc: 3729

hoonieyun notes: this is probably the spiciest one out of this series but no smut because i can't bring myself to write it so everything is quite suggestive lol

you’re getting ready to go to a party when a text on your phone catches your attention. setting down your lipstick and reaching for your phone, a smile appears on your lips as you read the text in your head. 

from: jaeyun  need me to pick you up baby?

the text reads and you’re smirking to yourself knowing that you’ve got something up your sleeve. jake has gotten on your nerves lately because although the two of you weren’t exclusive, you were each other’s exclusive friends with benefits, meaning you two would only be seeing each other but not dating. 

however, he loves to act like you’re just some girl when the two of you are in public, ignoring your advances and doing his best to act like he isn’t smitten with you after spending the weekend at your apartment, cuddling you in his sleep and making you breakfast in the morning. 

sure, it was nice to have a warm body next to you when you slept at night but you were beginning to think that jake was becoming more than somebody you wanted to fuck around with and could see a life with him as your boyfriend, the only thing was you weren’t sure if he felt the same way. 

he always acted differently from the jaeyun that you knew in your bedroom and the jake that you knew when it came to being around your friends and in public. you wouldn’t necessarily say he was ashamed to be with you but more often than not it felt like he was hiding this relationship the two of you had like it was something to be ashamed of. 

you decide not to respond and set your phone back down to finish the last of your makeup but another text rings once again. you go to look at your phone to see another text from jake, this time he’s being less sweet and more assertive with you. 

from:  jaeyun alright, i’ll see you at the party i guess

you roll your eyes in annoyance at the fact that he was being so passive aggressive but you couldn’t blame him because you were being just as passive aggressive and even more with what you had planned for the night. another text appears on your phone but its from a different person this time, now a smile on your face that wasn’t partnered with mischievous. 

from: myungjae :3  hi cutie, i’m outside. take your time, ok?” 

myungjae was your plan for the night. if jake wasn’t going to flaunt you around like somebody he was proud to have on his arm, you’ll find somebody that would and you did. myungjae was a guy you had met at jake’s soccer game. he had come up to you before the game when you were at a vending machine and you learned that he was a player at your university’s rival team. you texted occasionally and myungjae wasn’t shy to show you how much he wanted to take you out on a date. 

out of respect for jake, you always politely declined myungjae’s advances but as of lately, jake’s behavior has pissed you off so much that you didn’t care anymore that you yourself asked myungjae out on a date; to which he enthusiastically accepts. 

a part of you did feel bad that you were using him to get back at jake but at the end of the day, it’s all fun and games, right? 

you quickly spritz perfume onto your exposed clavicle and admire yourself in your mirror one last time before heading outside to meet myungjae. flipping your hair over your shoulder and thinking about how killer you looked tonight, knowing how you could have any guy crawling after you tonight. 

when you exit your apartment, you see myungjae outside leaning on the hood of his car as he waits for you, you smile and do a slight jog to get to him, trying to make sure you don’t fall over in your heels. “hi, myungjae.” you say in a sickly and sweet voice. 

“hi, cutie.” he says, smiling down at your pretty face, taking in your features and overall demeanor, he doesn’t even notice he’s checking you out until you playfully slap his chest. “keep it in your pants, mister.” you taunt and he rolls his eyes with a smirk knowing that you know how much of an effect you have on him. you place a small kiss on his cheek before he opens the door for you and grabs your hand to help you in. you watch as myungjae runs around the car to get to the driver’s side, sliding into his seat and making your way to the party– his hand on your exposed thigh the whole drive. 

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when you get to the party, myungjae doesn’t leave your side at all, one of his arms is constantly draped around your shoulder or waist, or his soft hands gently wrapped around yours. it was a party by someone at your university so he only knew a few people aside from you. he follows you as you make your rounds throughout the party like he was a lost puppy and you had given him a sliver of attention that he craved. 

 you introduce myungjae to a lot of your friends and find your way to the kitchen where you fix the two of you a drink, a concoction inside of a red solo cup of whatever looked good and a cold glass of beer of myungjae, explaining that he’ll only have one bottle because he wants to be sober to ensure he gets you home safely. you found him so cute, pinching his cheek, if your brain wasn’t so tainted with the idea of jake you probably would’ve chosen myungjae a long time ago but jake was just constantly running on your mind no matter how badly or well he treated you in and outside of your bedroom. 

as jake enters the kitchen, his steps slow down when he sees you handing myungjae his beer, clearing his throat to get both of your attention. 

“yn, nice to see you.” he says, anger clearly in his eyes. 

“hi, jaeyun.” you say, using the name he said was specifically reserved for you. 

“have you met myungjae? he plays for the bonedo soccer team.” you ask even though all three of you know the answer to that as jake and myungjae are known to have quite the rivalry. “sup, man.” myungjae says, raising his glass to jake and jake just nods in response before stomping over to the fridge to get a beer of his own. 

“have fun.” you say as he leaves the kitchen, knowing that you were not beginning to get under his skin just by showing up with not only another man, but also a man that he didn’t like. “you guys good?” myungjae asks and you turn to him with a bright smile and nod, “mhmm, don’t worry your pretty head.” you say, toasting your cup with his bottle and taking a sip of your drink, smirking to yourself once again now that your plan for the night has begun. 

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you’re dancing with myungjae when you glance over to a corner of the room and see that jake was sitting on the couch with yunjin in his lap, twirling her hair while jake stared at her lips. you couldn’t believe it, jake was trying to play the same game as you by getting with a girl that you didn't like. you always voiced to jake how much you didn’t like yunjin because you felt like she was always competing with you for things that didn’t matter like when she got chosen for an internship over you and told everyone it was because she was smarter than you when in reality it was because the ceo of that tech company was her godfather. 

jake suddenly catches your gaze and smiles at you as if he was saying, “two can play at that game.” and you know what, two can certainly play that game so to piss jake off even more, you switch your position from facing myungjae with your hands around his shoulder to having your backside to his front, moving his hands to your waist instead as the music picks up and your bodies begin to move in unison. 

if anyone saw the two of you right now they would probably mistake you and myungjae as a couple and knowing that people were perceiving you that way only angered jake further because although he would act like he didn’t know you in public, he was the only would that should be touching you in that way. 

when you revert your gaze back to jake you see that he’s angrily storming out of the room, leaving yunjin with an annoyed expression as she’s left alone on the couch also watching jake leave the room. 

yn: 2 jake: 1 

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the next time you see jake, he’s with chaewon in the kitchen, his hand fiddling with the hem of her crop top, a longing gaze in her eyes as she watches jake who you knew wouldn’t return the same expression because he would only look at you that way. 

you and myungjae make your way back inside of the kitchen to fix yourself another drink, ignoring jake and chaewon because you didn’t want to give them the attention jake wanted from you so bad. you bring your cup to myungjae’s lips as you offer him a sip and he takes a small sip because he just can’t resist the look in your eyes. 

jake on the other hand is tightening his jaw and is gripping his cup so hard that it constricts, causing the liquid on the inside to splash onto him and chaewon, “what the fuck?” she exclaims, causing you and myungjae to look over at them. you see chaewon swipe her hands in annoyance to get rid of the beer on her skin and jake apologetically follows her out of the kitchen as she storms out. you roll your eyes and shake your head knowing that jake couldn’t beat you in your own game. 

no matter how hard he tries to get under your skin, you were already deep under there. 

yn: 3 jake: 2 

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you soon find yourself competing against jake and chaewon in a game of beer pong with myungjae. you were surprised he was very good which you knew only made jake angrier as he wasn’t the best at the game. you had even warned jake that he should probably find another couple to play against, boasting about myungjae’s abilities without knowing if your bluffs were true. 

the sound of you calling yourself and myungjae a “couple” sets him and causes him to start the game before you even accept his challenge– and with just a few tosses, you and myungjae have only lost one cup while jake and chaewon had lost all but one cup. 

it was myungjae’s turn to toss the ball and for good luck, he asks you to blow on the ball and you oblige. blowing on to it with puckered lips and an unbreaking gaze with myungjae. jake is gripping the edge of the table as he watches the two of you, chaewon standing off to the side disinterested in any of this as she’s noticed that jake was more focused on trying to win you over and competing with myungjae than he was interested in her. at some point she ends up leaving after she receives a text from yunjin saying that jake ghosted her at the party so she leaves without notice and jake definitely doesn’t notice her absence. 

when myungjae skillfully tosses the ping pong ball towards the cup, it goes right in, earning cheers from everyone watching and most importantly, you. you’re jumping up and down while clapping, proud that myungjae has successfully won you the beer pong game and to reward him you’re about to wrap your arms around his neck and give him a kiss but you’re suddenly dragged away when jake grabs onto your wrist and pulls you outside into the front yard. 

“let me go, jake!” you yell, trying to free your hand but his grip on you is relentless and there was no way you were freeing yourself. 

“are you done?” he asks and you look at him with an expression that reads like you had no idea what he was talking about. jake inches closer, his nose almost touching yours as he looks down into your eyes with so much fury in his eyes at the stunt you had pulled tonight. you looked up at him with an arrogant gaze knowing that your plan was successful, flashing him a smile like you were so innocent in all of this, jake can’t help but smirk at you; wiping his face with aggravation. 

“yn, are you ok?” myungjae says from behind as he stands at the door. 

before you could even respond, jake flashes his middle finger at the poor guy and drags you to his car, leaving myungjae behind without an explanation; a noticeable pout on his lips as he watches you willingly leave with jake and get inside of his car. 

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the drive to jake’s apartment was quiet, his jawline more prominent than usual as he’s constantly flexing his jaw in annoyance, trying to think of what he wanted to say to you but all he had in his head was how he was going to make you beg after being so bratty all night. 

the grip he had on your thigh was a lot different than the one myungjae has on you hours before, jake squeezing your thigh with so much force that when he let go as you arrived at his apartment, there was a visible print on your skin. 

“get inside.” he says and you know not to disobey him further, a smile on your face as you think about all of your efforts tonight being successful and how this was the result that you wanted. sure it was wrong to start a fight with jake all because you wanted to but at the end of the day, it was his fault for acting like he didn’t crave your touch every night. 

it may be wrong to like to start fights but it was all because you enjoyed making up after a lot more. 

when you enter jake’s apartment, he’s right on your heel, shutting his door behind you and pressing you against the door, his hand wrapping around your neck. “you wanna act like a brat?” he taunts, eyes scanning your face and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find jake’s behavior attractive. you decide to stay silent to push his buttons even more as he hates being ignored. 

“hmph, i’ll make you regret acting like that.” he whispers into your ear, his lips lightly grazing your ear as he hauls you over his shoulder and takes you to his bedroom. you try to fight him off, squirming around but it is to no avail as his strong grip around you prevents you from moving around too much. 

you were starting to think that this was all a bad idea but you couldn’t help but crave the way jake treats you whenever you act this way. 

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after several hours of releasing tension, anger, and frustration; you and jake are laying on his bed, out of breath and staring into his ceiling. the blankets are covering the two of you and you’re laying in silence after everything that just happened. you got what you wanted and so did jake even if he was furious with you just a few hours ago. 

“you still being bratty?” he says with a cocky smirk and you just roll your eyes at him as you sit up, bringing the blanket up further to cover yourself. “jake i wouldn’t be acting like this if you treated me the way i deserve to be treated.” you say and the harsh truth hits jake in a way that he didn’t expect. 

he thought you were only acting like that because you wanted his attention but not because you were genuinely bothered by his behavior, “what are you even talking about?” jake says, turning towards you and propping up his arm with his elbow and resting his head into his hand. 

“jake, you practically act like i don’t exist when we’re in public or with our friends.” you explain and jake huffs as if he was exhausted from this conversation already. 

“we’re not even dating?” he says and now it was your turn to be furious with him. “that’s not the point, jake! you act like i don’t exist, you ignore me, and you act like you’re ashamed to be seen with me but once the sun sets you’re texting me to have me sleep in your bed. 

how is that supposed to make me feel? i know we’re friends with benefits but the first word of that arrangement is ‘friend’ and you haven’t treated me like one.!” you shout and jake was getting up to get dressed, avoiding your gaze. 

“oh and bringing myungjae’s ass to the party, were you being a good friend? you know i don’t like his ass!” he retorts and you’re standing up in aggravation because jake was not getting the point, “that doesn’t matter!” you try to yell back and he interrupts you, “yes it fucking does! you know i don’t like him and you still brought him to piss me off, why!” he shouts and jake has never raised his voice at you like this before. the two of you getting caught in a screaming match like no other as you both shout at the top of your lungs at one another. 

“because i like you and i wanted to be with someone that liked me the way i like him but the whole time you were the only one on my mind, ok!” you shout, finally confessing to jake that you’ve developed feelings for him despite that being the golden rule of your arrangement. 

never catch feelings. 

jake wipes his face with a heavy sigh and you’re plopping back down onto the mattress after getting so worked up you found yourself standing on top of his bed, the blanket barely clinging onto you. 

“what?” jake mutters. 

“i like you, ok? i have for a while and it pisses me off that you act like i’m just some girl when we spend almost every night in each others arms, you hold me at night like you never want to let me go but when morning hits sometimes you’re gone before the birds even begin to chirp. 

you make me feel things i know i’m not supposed to feel and it hurts, ok?” your chest is rising up and down as you finally let out your feelings and jake is looking at you like you’ve just told him your deepest and darkest secret. 

“thats… no! you can’t like me, i’m not good for you!” he explains and you’re looking at him like none of the words that leave his mouth make any sense. 

“you’re too good to me, you’re so sweet and kind and treat me like i’m the only thing that matters in your life even when i’ve been so shitty to you. even right now! i’ve been shitty to you and you’re professing your love to me and i don’t deserve it. i don’t deserve you!

you deserve better and i’m not that.” jake responds and you’re fighting off the tears pooling in your lashes. 

“you don’t get to decide what i deserve..” you whisper and you’re staring at one another in silence. 

jake is weighing the option in his head. he loved you so fucking bad, probably even more than you loved and his actions tonight showed that with how bad he fought for you despite you constantly choosing myungjae over him. if jake was being honest, he fell for you fairly quickly when he spent the night one weekend and gave him face masks to put on because you had made a comment on how dry his skin was. it was that small gesture that made him fall for you and everyday after he fell deeper and deeper. 

jake was terrible for you and he knew that and although he wanted to be selfish and keep you all to himself, he knew that your life would only be miserable if you stayed with him. that’s why he started avoiding you and slowly distancing himself in hopes that it would just drive you away but it only drove him closer to you because he hated seeing another man touch what was his. 

“no.” was all jake says and you didn’t need any further explanation. you’re jumping out of his bed and shoving past him to put your clothes back on and jake instantly regrets this, trying to get you to stay but it seems that jake has made up your mind for you by not rejecting you but dictating what you deserved; and it wasn’t him. 

“wait- don’t leave, come on.” he begs and you’re shaking your head and wiping your tears away, angry that you were crying over a man who didn’t even spare your feelings after you had just confessed to him. 

when jake tries to grab onto your arm to stop you from leaving, you’re quick to snatch your arm away and leave his room, standing at the door to listen to the last of his pleas, begging you to stay and explaining that you are meant to be and that jake didn’t mean what he said but it was all too late. you could tell he was just backtracking because he was scared of losing you and although you felt the same way and wanted nothing more to run back to him; you left jake in the darkness of his bedroom without another glance. 

deciding that you do deserve better even if the realization came from a heartbreaking experience, the revelation a result of having to lose someone you once held so close to your heart. 

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DK X Reader

TW : Best friends to lovers, Oral (f) Fingering, PIV, Unprotected ( wrap it up kids ) Creampie

WC : 1.7k

You couldn't remember the moment you met Seokmin. Not the first words he said to you, not the first time he made you laugh, or smile or the first time you hung out together. And that simply is because outside of your immediate family, Seokmin is the first person you met after birth. Yup, that always gets you guys puzzled looks when you tell people. When you explain that Seokmin's mom and yours are best friends. So naturally after you were born she was one of the first people to come and visit, bringing little Seokmin along with her. 

As soon as you too could walk you two did everything together. You went to the same school, had the same friends, went on vacation with each others family's. You cant count how many sleepovers in your families living rooms you'v had. Needless to say you two were inseparable, so it wasn't a shock when your families found out you planned on going away to the same college. You two were the best of friends. 

Which is why it was no shock to your friends when you turned down plans to go to a frat party to spend the night in your apartment with Seokmin. Cuddled up on the worn out couch in your little apartment, where you had spent many nights like tonight. The room bathed in the soft glow from the movie, some horror slasher film, casting long shadows over the two of you. You had just turned your head and buried it into the side of Seokmins shoulder as something on screen jumped out at the lead actor. 

It's a second before you feel fingers cupping your chin, his long delicate fingers lifting your face up, his big brown eyes looking at you. "I can't keep pretending, Y/N," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "What do you mean Min' " You ask confused. You get his answer when he leans down placing a small gentle tentative kiss to the corner of your mouth. You gasp at the contact. He pulls back slightly eyes searching yours. "I can't keep pretending that I'm okay with just being friends. I'v been in love with you for years." Your brain short circuits, eyes going wide. 

Seokmin, your best friend of your whole life just confessed his feelings for you. All the years flash before your eyes, all the times he's made you laugh, all the times he's ditched his friends to hang out with you, all the times he's been there letting you cry on his shoulder. All the times you had noticed his looks change over the years, growing into his handsome face. The times you took note of his body after he started going to the gym. All the times his touch made your heart flutter, or the sound of his laugh made your stomach do this flippy thing.  But you always pushed those feelings down. Fear of rejection making you scared to lose him. 

He clears his throat, your silence giving him an answer he thinks. "I... I'm sorry.... I'll go." He quickly stands up, going to make his way to the door. You spring up following him, grabbing his wrist "Wait!" Slowly he turns, looking from where you grip his wrist up to your face.  "I.. Dont go" you say. Your hand sliding down to interlock your fingers with his. An act you have done countless times but this time having renewed meaning. "I.. I don't want you to leave" you say, your heart pounding in your chest. "The truth is, I have loved you for years. I'v never said anything because you mean so much to me and I didn't want to ruin our friendship." 

He takes a step toward you, hand coming up to cup your face, leaning in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let me show you, how I'v dreamed of ruining this friendship" he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. Before you can say anything he crashes his mouth to yours. The kiss is fierce and demanding and full of need. You quickly wrap your arms around his neck, and lace your fingers through his dark hair. His hands roamed your body, pulling you closer, his desire evident against your hip. You gasp when he dips down, hands cupping your thighs and lifting you into his arms, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

He walks the two of yo back to the couch, softly laying you down. Breaking the kiss, his eyes never leaving yours as he placed his hands on the hem of your shirt, his eyes asking the silent question. You shake your head yes, giving him the go ahead. Slowly he pulled your shirt over your head. Your body on fire as he slipped a hand under your bra, his fingers tracing circles around your nipples, sending shivers down your spine, before his hands move to the back to unclasp it, pulling it away from your body. 

You can feel his hands slightly tremble as he cups your bare chest. You watch as he leans down, taking your nipple into his mouth giving it a harsh suck before flicking it with his tounge. Your back aching at the sensation as a moan slips past your lips. He leans over and give your other nipple the same attention. After a few minutes he begins to pepper your chest with kisses as his hands moved to the waist of your jeans. "Please" you whimper out. You didn't realize how bad you'r body had been yerning for his.

His fingers unbutton them with a swift motion before pulling them down and off you completely. His hands moving to your knees to spread your legs open wide for him. Slowly sliding up your thighs, his eyes taking in every exposed inch of your skin till his hands meet the apex of your body. His thumb gliding over your pantie covered center.  "Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, his fingers pressing into the fabric. "You're so wet."

He knelt between your legs as he pulled your panties to the side exposing your core to him, his eyes devouring your naked body. "I've dreamt about this for years," he said, his voice thick with desire as he leaned in, his tongue flicking against your clit. A moan you didnt even think you were capable of slipping past your lips as your back arches off the couch. He lapped at your pussy, his tongue exploring every inch of you. His prominent nose bumping into your clit as his tongue pocked at your entrance. 

"You taste so fucking good," he groaned, his lips vibrating against your clit. He sucked it into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it, as your hands gripping the couch cushions for support. Slowly he slipped two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm. "I need you to cum before I can fuck you baby," he murmured, his fingers curling inside you hitting that sweet spot. Your body trembling as you neared the edge, his fingers and tongue working magic on you. All it takes is one more flick of his tongue over you clit before he sends you over the edge. Body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over you, gushing all over his fingers as your core tightens around them.

Slowly he eased his fingers out your entrance. You watch through half lidded eyes as he brings them to his mouth and licks them clean. "God you are the best thing I've ever ever tasted." He says as he stands up. You watch as he starts pulling off his shirt, the abs he's worked hard for on display disappearing into his jeans. You watch as he revels more and more of his body to you as he undos his pants, tugging them down his hips. Your mouth waters as his cock springs free. Hard and throbbing and the pretty pink tip oozing pre cum.

He kneels down between your legs, his cock nudging against your entrance. "Please Min'" You whine out, opening your legs wider for him "Need you so bad" "Fuckkk" he groans as he slides the tip of his cock through your slick folds, bumping your clit before slotting himself at your entrance again. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard," he growled. His eyes locked on yours as he slammed into you, his cock filling you completely. You cried out, your body stretching to accommodate him. "Fuck your so tight" He moans "I'm not gonna last long" He pulled out till just the tip was in you before slamming back in. 

He sets a brutal pace as his cock pumps in and out of your cunt. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his pace quickening. He pounds into you, his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust. Your body trembling as another orgasm builds, your nails digging into the hard plain of his back. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue as he explores your mouth. "I need to feel you cum on my cock," he growled against your lips. Reaching between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. He rubs tight circles, as his cock brutally pounds away at you. Its not long before your crying out, your body shaking as you cum all over his cock.

"Fuck yes, thats it baby, squeezing my cock" he moans "Fuck, FUCK" he groans as his thrusts become erratic. You feel his cock twitching deep in you as he slams home and stills. Filling you with ropes of his hot cum. He collapses on top of you, his body slick with sweat as he places soft kisses to the side of your face. Slowly he pulls out of you, being extra careful after you wince at the loss of his length. He rolled over to lay next to you before pulling you into his arms.

"That was....amazing" You panted, your body still trembling as you lay on his chest. He smiled down at you, his eyes shining with satisfaction. He held you close, his heart beating in sync with yours. "So, what now?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. He smiled, his eyes shining with love. "Now I can tell my mom to stop hounding me about confessing to you and asking you out" he laughs. "She knew!?" you ask joining in on his laughter. "Oh yes" he says "Which means your mom does too."  "Oh boy, at this rate we might as well start planning our wedding" you joke. "Yeah, we might as well" he says as he lays a kiss to your forehead. 

[ctheathy]

OMG WAIT I JUST SAW YOU TAKE REQ FOR FLIPPY AND FLIQ (I don't wanna bombard you with request so this is it..for now-) could I request a

A flippy+fliqpy X reader who's Knows how to fight really well who was also a soldier and carries a bow and arrow most of the time to feel safe? So basically flippy and reader get along swell and reader understand His ptsd but one day they Goes to the Store and Reader sees blood everywhere! And they notice in the middle of it all fliqpys standing there his back facing reader, and the reader tries to back up but steps on a bag of chips so fliqpy turns around and tries to fight reader but loses so he sees reader as a comrade?

Fight Forwards Favour

Flippy+Fliqpy x Reader

Short oneshot

Author’s note: Thank you for the request, Nonnie!! I shall try my best with this one =}

This entire fight feels more like bickering tbh-

Flippy/Reader/Fliqpy [Romantic Tendencies]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Mention of corpses • Fliqpy being a mass murderer • Attempted stabbing •

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You silently cursed under your breath, making your way over to a different alley in the grocery store in a swift movement. Your eyes were flickering left and right as your ears perked up, trying to take note of every little noise that was audible to you. You felt so... so very paranoid when you couldn’t see him. ‘If he sabotages the lights right now, I’m doomed’ you thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes, having a tight grip onto your bow for support. You had to be careful that you wouldn’t step and slip onto the many portions of blood and guts that was scattered across the floor.

You were already questioning your survival rate right about now, but you kept your mind off your potential demise and just concentrated on the situation itself. The dripping of blood was all you managed to hear in this current moment, along with the nasty smell of iron everywhere.

You inaudibly made yourself over to the front of the alley, trying to get a peek of where your old friend currently was... even if it was a highly risky move on your part. But your attention was peaked when you heard one of many products clattering onto the floor, but what especially caught your attention was how nearby it sounded.

He was so close ...

It wasn’t until the unsteady breathing and a loud yell from above the shelves could be heard that you stood your ground, reacting immediately when the situation called for it. The weight of another on top of you could be felt along with the sharpness of a blade slicing open the fragile skin on your cheek, making you let out a small wince of pain at the sensation. But you quickly pushed it to the side, knowing the green bear would likely go for your neck next if he got the chance.

Without warning, you grabbed him by the collar of his clothing with your free hand before mercilessly yanking him down and off of you in a karate-like manner, making him do a somersault in the process before he met the floor with a thud. Fliqpy let out a loud groan as he violently tried to reach you with the sharp weapon in his hand, aggressively swiping and doing everything in his power to just harm you. Especially as you currently having the upper hand frustrated him to no end, but you kept his hands into place. A tight grip onto his furred wrists to prevent him from lashing out.

You did not want to hurt him, you really didn’t...

This resulted in you not giving it all you had, your guard being a lot lower than his and him taking full advantage of that. Giving you a painful kick in the stomach with his feet, creating more distance between you two as you stumbled backwards. You quickly recomposed yourself as he came in for yet another strike with the blade, which you managed to dodge by rarely an inch, giving you goosebumps by just the looks of it. Especially after making more attempts to stab you to death. His speed only increasing, growing unpredictable.

The dodging was getting more exhausting over time, his wide eyes urging you to distress. You used the arrow in your grasp to try and block out any of the stabbing attempts he kept making over and over again. You came out of the attack unharmed, but it didn’t take long for you to be completely driven into the corner. He let out a sadistic and familiar chuckle, mocking you in your position as he took his sweet time making his way even closer towards you as. Teasing you by making stabbing motions with the knife itself. In which you just send him a small glare in response.

You had still been eerily calm in the entire situation, especially as most others would have been on the verge of a panic attack. But you just... Stared in the eyes of your friend, feeling a sense of remorse and guilt within yourself. Memories of the battlefield clouded your mind, the trauma and pain you both had gone through in the past. You couldn’t help but feel for Fliqpy too ... It wasn’t until another product fell down from the shelf you were cornered in that your mind was brought back to reality, snapped out of your thoughts.

You had only one arrow left and you knew you had to take the shot now you still had the chance. Without warning, you pulled out you bow and arrow, putting the bear as the main target. Threatening him as you held on tight. Without hesitance, you shot right over him, making it pierce through his hat and catching him slightly off guard by your sudden boldness. Even more so when you forcefully got a grip on his blade, snatching it away from him while tackling him to the floor. It was a fight between sides, as you both tried to regain that dominance you needed.

You both continued pushing and pulling, the only weapon you two had right now being your fists while you noticeably grew more violent with the second. It wasn’t until you lashed out that you actually gained the upper hand once again. You pinned him to the floor and you were practically on top of him to keep him still. He aggressively tried resisting, twisting and turning in place like a harmed beast all while you just tried to calm your friend down. As soon as he got the strength to tilt himself up, you pushed him right back down.

You didn’t want to fight him.

The warmth of your body temperature could be felt on his hands, as yours were entangled with his. You let out a soft ‘You’re okay... It’s okay’ to try and cease his urges for blood, easing his PTSD all while comforting the male you loved the best you could. It was clear you weren’t gonna budge in the slightest and seeing your efforts to try and calm him down seemed to struck a nerve in Fliqpy. His features slowly softened up a little as he stopped resisting as much, laying limp on the floor as he quit trying to rip your windpipe out.

An unexpected glimpse of approval and pride glowing in his eyes that kept themselves locked onto your own. A look that honestly made the little bits of fear you might have felt beforehand fade into nothingness. And it were just the two of you on the world currently. You let go of your friend and slowly got up, backing away from him to give him back his space as he got up himself.

You weren’t scared anymore.

You steadied your grib on your arrow when he calmly started reaching for something in his sidepockets, to which what he did next confused you more than anything; taking out a napkin to wipe off the blood that’s only been there to slowly dry up on his hands. Your head tilted slightly in response, keeping your eyes concentrated on his hands who were now as good as clean. Your confusion had even multiplied more so when he took off his cap and bowed down his head to you ever so slightly, assumingly out of respect;

you couldn't help but feel flattered and perhaps even somewhat flustered in a way. You face gaining a reddish tint in response to his actions. He reached out his hand towards you, offering it. To which you didn’t hesitate for even a second, gently entangling your fingers over his hand.

“You’ve improved”

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[mmmfanfiction]

HIII HOW U DOING I would like to make a request (if ur not busy!!) 

About flippy/fliqpy (htf) and reader with anger issues!

Like they just randomly go mad crazy but they calm down easily, but it’s kinda freaky how fast they go form psycho crazy to a lil silly person

Oh could you also make reader’s gender neutral? 

Thank you so much for ur hard work!!

Dude I’ve had this half finished in my drafts for like so long 💀 I’m really sorry I didn’t try and push myself to answer sooner.

Flippy

🧸literally tries to avoid angering you at almost all costs

🧸he’d hate to be the reason to cause you any form of distress

🧸especially if it could end in some form of injury.

🧸if theirs anything he can do to help your anger issues he will do it to the best of his ability

🧸I feel like he’d be very good at calming you down and deescalating

🧸if anyone tries to purposely make you pissed off for shits and giggles then Flippy will step in and tell them to knock it the fuck out

🧸if you end up hurting yourself due to your anger issues then he’ll take check the  wound, and if it’s needed he’ll bandage it.

🧸Flippy hears you out, always. He gives you time and space, and tries to be as understanding as possible.

Fliqpy

🔪honestly I feel like Fliqpy can kind of relate? 

🔪like not 100% but he knows what it’s like to get so angry/upset that you lash out

🔪however he would also be terrible at calming you down💀

🔪like, he’s neutral, probably just stands there awkwardly and makes sure your okay after you’ve calmed down

🔪however if either himself or Flippy find something that specifically calms you down they’ll definitely try and use that

🔪I’m gonna be so honest if it was a person who made you mad and Fiqpy didn’t like them he would 100% egg you on💀

🔪like ‘oh your mad at them? Why not go hit them instead of that wall?’ 

Authors note part 2!: hey, please let me know if I represented anger issues wrong in any way or used incorrect terminology so I can fix it

[picklebunbun]

Helloooo !!! If you don't mind, can you make a Flippy/Fliqpy x reader who as a DID (dissociative identity disorder) and the other alter hurts people who get a little too close to them without asking them first and they absolutely hate insects, like , they would literally try to kill them with a knife (and surprise ! They success) but only if you agree of course !

⌗. ➞ྀིྀི⚛️! : cw; I tried to research about DID, but since it's rare to get it, I have very limited information about it so I sincerely apologize if it's not accurate. Descriptions about insects getting squashed counts as gore, correct? Insanely violent reader, this is a bit more angsty than crack, reader needs a hug and so does Flippy ,

➵ Flippy / Fliqpy x gn ! reader this is supposed to be read as romantic

{ angel's notes 🪽; new style, kind of, anyways, if anyone has DID, please tell me if I got it right }

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now playing [girl with one eye]

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—.𖥔 ݁ ˖⌗; hc's

before you realized you had DID, you couldn't remember what happened in your life. It was just like your life was birth and then adulthood, blanking on the memories in between .

when Flippy asked you about your childhood, you couldn't say anything. It was kind of awkward after that, you just both stayed silent .

large portions of your memory were gone by a snap of a finger, nothing made sense, it was like you took a long nap for hours and all your former friends cut off all contact with you with no explanation .

ever since then, you had trouble dealing with how you acted, you thought that everything was wrong with your body, your face, every individual cell in your skin, it didn't even felt like it was your OWN skin, so what gave you the right to judge it anyways ?

sometimes you felt like anything could set you off, suddenly getting angry at every sound, fire running up your nerves and getting major headaches from anger, a volcano waiting to destroy everything .

first of all, these systems or rather, system, not plural, was used as a defense mechanism against anything related to your trauma, even minor things like color or a specific sound. In a way, it was protecting you, maybe that's why a gigantic part of your life was missing .

when Flippy opened up to you about his disorder, it was such a relief for you, which also led you to admit that you had the same problem, which also led to you two talking about it. It was such a relief to have this conversation with someone who doesn’t think you’re crazy, even better, someone who could actually relate to what you were feeling .

the thing about your system, however, it’s defense mechanism was similar to Flipqy. It made it harder for you guys to fully trust each other. If your system took over but not Flippy’s he ended up getting hurt, but, this was a way to keep you safe, after all .

although, you did find that you calmed down from how you were before. You switched almost every time, 24/7, always being reminded on what happened to you, but since meeting Flippy, it was like all your once, dark, unlit, lightbulb just suddenly beamed with energy .

the thing is, even if Flippy fully gained your system's trust, it'd be really hard to convince everyone that you weren't dangerous, and you really didn't switch that much, it made you even more upset because everyone in the town trusted the green bear more. You thiught everything was out of place, that you didn't belong here, why live in a world that thinis it'd be better if you died anyways ?

it struck up a lot of identity issues ,,,

you and Flippy had a talk about it, it's refreshing when he comforts you, treating you delicately like an injured bird .

even if everyone hates you, as long as Flippy was next you, you'll be fine, his company is all you'll need .

it's so weird you have such an irrational fear about bugs but barely any reaction to guts and bloodshed, seeing you freak out about an insect while making sure that the soilders of WW1 eradicated the creature was definitely a sight .

bringing out a whole bazooka ಠ_ಠ ,, ?

even worse when you switch . 😭

COMES HOME WITH THE WHOLE HOUSE DESTROYED .

,,,

" hey [system / name] I ,, - WHAT HAPPENED ,, "

" ,, there was a bug "

stressing the man out oml . 😭

at least he doesn't get any bugs in his house anymore,,, BECAUSE THERE IS NO HOUSE .

chasing around a silverfish with a knife around the house

" you'll hurt yourself like that ?! "

" NOT BEFORE I HURT THIS SON OF A B TCH FIRST "

" CHRIST ALMIGHTY , [system / name] "

thank gyatt he can calm you down because everyone in the town would've been on fire .

it doesn't matter, he always loves you either way ! ❦

[baestruly]

the difference between calls ━━ peter sutherland

( 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 )  peter sutherland x fem!reader

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ IN WHICH there’s an obvious comparison between peter’s first call from you and a call he receives when you are together. when it comes to your safety, peter doesn't play.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - hurt/comfort, panic attacks, kidnapping, reader is rose's sister

𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 ━━━━━━━━

Peter sat at his desk, the pen tapping rhythmically against the worn wood. A mountain of paperwork loomed over him ━━ shit, he was behind on that, he never got much sleep, figuring it could wait as he stared blankly at the moving pen. 

The sharp sound of ringing made his heart skip a beat. There was no covering the fact peter strived and wished he had a little more than just a desk job ━━ answering calls, more specifically ━━ he lived for the thrill. It was evident from his heart thundering in his chest. answering the night agent's phone was a step up from being a 911 operator, at least. 

Until━━ 

“Go ahead.” He said smoothly, his pen turning in the same hand as he rested his elbow on the desk. 

“Um━━uh, night action! night action━━” 

The frantic voice on the other end made Peter stiff. The pen stopped twirling between his fingers. 

“Yes, hello. Code, please.” He replied, like countless times before. Peter grabbed his binder out from under the desk on the shelf and opened it in front of him, flipping through the pages with his one free hand. 

“Please, you have to help up━━oh my god, my sister━━me━━they’re coming after us!” If even possible, the voice was more frantic, gasps heaving in and out from what Peter recognized as a panic attack or something along the lines. 

This didn’t seem like his usual business toned atmosphere once he answered. It sounded like they had got the wrong number, he never dealt with situations like this, especially from people who didn’t seem like they knew what to do with the number and him across the line.

“Ma'am, if you don’t have a code━━it seems like you have the wrong number━━” 

“No! I have ur flippi━━I have the code gimme a second.” The girl spat. Peter bites his cheek as he hears whispering on the phone━━likely the woman’s sister.  “Okay! It’s table, clock, water, fire. You got it, did you━━” 

“Yes, I got it.” Peter interrupted, eyes flying through pages in a matter of seconds. Settling on the 80th page, he looks at the code that was given to him. “Is this Benwire or Ramese?” 

“What? What even is that?” A pause followed, filled with nervous energy. “They just told us to tell you the code; I don’t know who these people are?” 

More whispering ━━ frantically. Peter’s chest tightened as he heard sobbing in the background. This sounded like something 911 would have to deal with. 

“What street did your friend Morsese live on?” 

The question just seemed to make the hyperventilating worse. 

“Maam, are you okay? I can dispatch you to 911 if you’re in any dang ━━ ” 

“No, they told us to call you ━━ this number, they made sure of it! God knows they’re probably fucking dead.”

“Whose they?” Peter sat up straighter, urgency sharpening his instincts as he abandoned the paperwork 

“Our aunt and uncle, Emma and Henry. Campbell. Emma and Henry Campbell.” 

Peter bit his cheek more, holding the phone in a wave of silence. It was clear this girl was probably on the brink of passing out; she wasn’t breathing right. But she wasn’t the only one clueless, Peter had no idea who she was talking about either. 

Peter always had his protective instinct towards others in danger ━━ it came in hand with him working in the FBI. If this girl's aunt and uncle told her to call the line it could have some relevance in later reports━━but he wasn’t going to hang up on her yet. 

“Hello━━?” 

“I’m here. Run me through what’s happening, who’s after you?” Peter asked, his tone less harsh, preparing to do what he thinks he’s always done best ━━ just like on the metro ━━ save people. 

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 ━━━━━━━━━

There was something Peter should be used to ━━ but now, with you in his life ━━ he never could be. It was the constant stress he was under, with you being associated with him and not knowing the minute something could blow up and ruin everything. 

Ruin your life. 

It’s why Peter has such a hard time leaving you in your guy’s apartment every day so he can go to work. In that shitty basement when he would much rather be spending every growing second by your side, ready to jump at anything that could put you in harm's way. 

Everything in the white house was total shit ━━ no one could trust anyone. But it’s been a few months since the attack at Camp David. Peter was offered a job as a night agent to serve in the field ━━ but decided to keep it safe, taking smaller jobs in the white house assigned by the president after what seemed like an ongoing thank you ever since he helped save her from the bombs. 

But he had no complaints ━━ and neither did you. He’s looked happier than he ever has, coming home and wrapping his big arms around you was his favourite part of the day, inhaling the soft vanilla scents of your (y/h/c) hair, bringing him to the present and the reality of it all, how the world brought him to you ━━ even in the worst circumstances.

Peter had no idea that these circumstances would repeat themselves.

After kissing you goodnight, he headed out, waiting the usual time he did outside the office door as the clock hit midnight. 

Peter nodded to his coworker in a firm greeting before entering and closing the door. He wasn’t sure how much time passed once he sat in that seat ━━ but the calls were quiet as they had been for the past few days. He didn’t work as much time on the phone as how Diane assigned him ━━ he got to get out a bit and work on other things, too. 

Then, after not hearing the old ━━ but familiar ring for a while, Peter’s head snaps towards it as it shakes once. He grabbed it quickly, unable to stop himself from imagining he could be on the other end. 

“Hello━━” 

“Peter Sutherland.” 

Peter’s brows snap together in alert and confusion, blinking a few times before shifting and resting his elbow on the table. 

“Code, please.” He’s said it many times before. 

“This is going to go very differently.” But he’s never heard that.

There’s a muffled scream. 

Or that. Was it━━ 

Fuck, he was not doing this, not today. Immediately, he jumped up, his chair flying back and almost hitting the back grey wall. 

“Who the fuck are you ━━ if you do anything to her ━━” 

“Yes, yes, I've heard that line many times before, during your whole night agent spiel a few months ago…you guys are really cute, the perfect partners in crime.” He laughed, it sounded awful, painful even. Peter’s head was racing, which seemed to match his heart. “Even recognized your scream right away, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

That was it. Peter pushed the chair out of his way as he paced around the room, fists balling together. He could hear your cries in the background, and his mind brought him back ━━ when you had been so scared, being prone to panic attacks under stress. 

And he couldn’t do a single fucking thing right now because he wasn’t already there. 

“Just tell me what you know about what happened with your dad, and then━━” 

“Fuck you.” Peter spat, hands angrily raking through his hair ━━ he hated how the caller knew how to get under his skin but he wasn’t going to let his guard down when it came to you, he needed to think ━━ he had to. 

“Ooh! we’ve got a bite. That’s not what the lovely lady wants to hear as her last words, I'm sure.” 

There's more shuffling. 

“Peter━━Peter,” your voice cracks, twisting into a desperate whisper, raw and fractured. “Please come back.” 

Peter’s heart stops hearing your voice in such a state, eyes widening with stress and concern. He can’t even picture you right now or he might have to sit down. He knew he could stall the caller to buy them some time so they could get to you without alerting him. 

“Hey ━━ hey, baby, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay. I’m right here, and I'm going to be there, you gotta hold on for me, I know you can.” Peter abandons his usual name for you after that sick man used it as a taunt towards you, he couldn’t cloud your vision and get his voice mixed up with the callers in your already jumbled brain. He knew how terrified you were because he’s seen it through the countless sleepless nights and panic attacks. But it was all coming true, and Peter wanted to curse himself for letting this even happen, your worst nightmares that he promised so deeply to protect you from. 

A sniffle escapes from your end, the silence hanging heavy, a chilling agreement that doubles as a ticking clock. Peter thinks before hearing an even quieter whisper, barely heard.

“He’s got a gun━━took down both guards, but I think he’s planning on jumping out the big window, his buddy is coming in his truck.” 

Your voice is extremely shaky, but Your words shake him to his core. Peter steadies himself, whispering, “Okay.” Stopping his frantic pacing, he speaks as clearly as his racing heart allows. “(y/n), we’re coming for you. The FBI will surround the house, but I need to hang up and alert everyone. Just nod like you’re still on the phone with me until he takes it, alright, baby?”  

Your voice quivered in return with a sniff, yes. Peter squeezed his eyes shut and slammed the phone down without a second thought, running to the conference room to get someone to immediately track the call in case he kept the phone on him if they got to the truck ━━ shit ━━ before they could. If anything, they could trace the calls or texts he’s made to his buddy.

He was running like a madman ━━ alerting the night agent team members. It was all a blur once he grabbed his gun and vest and drove out of there, police sirens going off everywhere and other agents' SUVS speeding close behind him. 

Peter jumps out of the car, barely having time to slam his car door closed as he’s already looking at the fifth-floor windows ━━ wondering what the fuck you meant by jumping out the fucking window into his buddy's truck? Because if you had anything to do with being entangled in that escape, this man would never see the end of it. He would hunt him down ━━ but he wouldn’t kill him. He’d make him live with horrible bruises and broken bones, and once he goes to the hospital, he’s taken to jail for not only assault but for interfering with private information and everything that happened with his father. 

This man would never see the fucking light because of how many times Peter would knock him flat out. 

Raising his gun, he carefully follows behind many other agents dressed in all black, whipping his gun in all open doors as he runs down the hallway and up the flights upstairs ━━ orders being yelled in the background.   

His legs were outrunning his brain, screaming at him to stop running because of how exhausted he was ━━ but finally, he reached the door. “FBI, OPEN THIS DOOR━━” 

“Peter!” Your panicked scream breaks through the noise, the sound driving him to force the door open, gun at the ready, prepared to confront whatever horror lay inside.

But then he sees you. 

In an instant, his gun drops to his side as he looks down at you, arms tied around the banister in the middle of the kitchen and living room. You know you must have looked like total shit as he abandons any proper FBI protocol and falls beside you, concerned eyes locking with yours as if they’re holding onto you for the only source of comfort while his hands untie yours quickly. 

Your glossy eyes, stinging with tears and probably drugs from how drowsy you were feeling for the past hour, started pooling with tears. It definitely wasn’t because of the drugs. 

You choked out a sob, one that's been buried in your chest for what feels like forever, as you startled into a coughing fit once Peter immediately wrapped his arms around you, staying kneeled on the ground because you had no energy to even attempt to stand, you were too shaky and would probably collapse the moment you put any weight on your legs. 

“You’re here; you made it back.” You whisper into his shoulder, already soaked with tears, breath hitching as your body trembles against his.

You could feel Peter’s relieved smile. “I know, I’m here. I’m so sorry this happened sweeth━━” 

He paused as if something shocked him. 

“Peter, it’s okay━━” 

“No ━━ no, it’s not.” He was still knelt, now facing you once you pulled away, hand rubbing his temples. “You’ve been traumatized enough, and me not taking the night agent job ━━ I could’ve been here, protecting you. But I left you, now he’s messed with your head, I can tell.” 

You shut your eyes tight, a quiet sigh escaping you, and that sigh only serves to unleash a fresh wave of tears, cascading down your cheeks. Despite Peter’s stressed state, he softly wiped them away. 

“You’re perfect. Your head, how you think ━━ everything about you, (y/n), and when somebody messes with that, it messes me up because I cannot physically allow myself to let that happen to you.” He takes your hands in his gently, turning them first and looking around your body for any signs of harm. You hated how he beat himself up for not being able to protect you. But he did help, he found you, and his idea about staying on the phone bought the other agents some time to track him down. 

You wince to yourself upon noticing he’s looking at the ━━ what are probably now ━━ agonizing bruises on your jaw and throat. You’ve taken punches before. It wasn’t anything new, they hurt like a bitch, though. 

Peter’s thumb glides against the tender, purple skin as his other fingers come to the back of your head in your hair, just behind your ear, and you lean into his comforting touch. “I’m sorry.” He wretched, keeping his hand in your hair and bringing your head to his chest. 

The two of you sit just like that, grounding yourselves through each other's mangled breaths. 

The right people can cloud right judgement is what Peter’s father always said. It makes your job harder when you have someone to lose. Peter made a promise to himself that night as you both lay under the covers, his thumb running circles over your knuckles. 

He promised himself he wouldn’t work behind that shitty desk again. 

Then, he would visit that sick man behind bars.

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ty for reading!

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I just saw someone say that Tim was the only member of the batfamily who didn’t suck at math.

With the exception of Dick (acrobatics) and Cass (body language) none of the Batkids are THAT much better than the others at a certain skill

Yes Jason is a better shot

Yes Tim is a better detective

And on a technical level they’re much better

Sure

But that means that if they have a 0.001% chance of cracking a case or making a shot. There will be a noticeable difference between Tim being the character or say Damian.

Otherwise

Not particularly.

Think of each skill like a normally distributed curve okay with the mean being your average hero/olympian/hacker/genius

Right

The Batkids will be at the 96th percentile in the skill

With the exception of 1 of them being at the 99th percentile range

Unless you are writing something you can comfortably say is complex/difficult enough to warrant drawing attention to the 3% difference. It’s annoying to bring it up

I exclude Dick and Cass

Because Dicks introduction is the fact he can do something the rest of the kids can’t to the point where it’s an identifier within his own story. It’s how Tim found him, a signature only he can do.

And Cass because she is genuinely cartoonishly cracked in her own storyline and in batfamily stuff she’s borderline a mind reader

(Could also argue Jason for supernatural stuff and the all blades)

These are exceptions because yeah

If you told me Jason, Dick or Steph cracked a difficult case in a run I wouldn’t treat it as shocking information

If you told me Tim, Dick or Damian managed a tricky shot with a firearm in a dire situation (like what happens in the Grayson run) it would be interesting, surprising but like not? Shocking?

If you told me that Jason did a quadruple summersault off a building and landed on his feet I’d be confused as shit

And even WITH Dick and Cass the other kids are still FREAKISHLY good at D&Cs special skills but they both have unignorable signatures

This is a very long winded way of saying when an author simplifies a character down to

“Oh look nice flippy one”

“Smart one”

“Angry gun one”

“Pet collector”

It’s annoying because you basically ignore all the interesting overlap

Like guess what Dick literally has a habit of collecting strays (see the rabbit and 3 legged dog he lives with in his apartment in the new run)

Tim is fucking badass and is very good at dealing with explosives

Damian is canonically currently thinking of leaving the family business and no longer being a hero to maybe focus on helping people in other ways

Jason occasionally works with magic and demon bullshit

And every single one of them is a genius okay literally every single one of them could get a masters in physics, chem, bio and history in like 2 weeks flat.

Their stats are stacked

All of them know enough info to be able to do 99% of a task and yeah someone might call Tim or Dick in for detective help or Jason for muscle and restraining backup but in 99% of cases THE OTHER CHARACTERS SHOULD BE EQUALLY competent

[satellitespinner]

✱ DARLING, I (prologue)

pairings : basketball!abby x cheerleader!oc

synopsis : cheer, dance, acro all things flippy and twirly were your thing all throughout highschool, you were the best of the best (and everyone knew it.) a full ride scholarship to the school of your dreams left you alone in a brand new state so who better to come to your rescue than the caption of the girls basketball team….

c/w: idk yet fr lollll read a/n

a/n : oc is reader i aint no wattpad hoe. ok sooo i already had a fic that was loosely named after a tyler song and in honour of chromakopia i decided to name this after a song on the new album because i lobe tyler LMFAOO… im pregnant and this is for my girl rayrayyyyyy ( @andersonfilms ) this is gonna be super short btwbtwww.. im unorganized but wanted to write for abby sooooo🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ i only put the profiles for a few people cause im not boutta do whole teams im lazy

[thatssomegoodsoup]

HAPPY TREE FRIENDS X READER HC MASTERLIST

FLIPPY & FLIQPY X READER HCs

[coff-in]

Andrew Graves x Sister reader inspired by another ask:

Rather than the reader pushing and pushing Andrew mentally and then being hatefucked it’s the reverse. Andrew’s older twin sister who never saw him beyond her younger baby brother. Always treating him like a little kid and then shutting him and Ashley down as soon as she realized their true intentions. What happened with Nina completely disillusioned her + staying with them in the house 24/7 during the quarantine, their constant clinginess all those factors leading to her finally snapping and fucking Andrew while Ashley is sleeping right next to them on the couch and he can tell it’s not out of lust but pure fucking hate. He sheds a few tears even though he finally got what he wanted.

Ty for listening you’re the GOAT 🦧🦧🦧

notes from coff-in: thank you 🦧

[fem] reader-insert, older sister graves reader, nsfw, incest

i enjoy the trope/concept of "sibling who is normal or indifferent about siblings affection" x "incestuous sibling". anyway

[reader] being disillusioned by them killing nina is so neat cause it also enforces the idea that even though she knows that they are fucking awful, she still wants to be with them. she always there for them, out of love yeah, but also out of obligation? she's the oldest so she has to set the examples for them and then there's the added gender norms/expectations for her to be the emotional, sympathetic caretaker and it mixes up a beginner's recipe for attachment

andrew doesn't have the same hold on [reader] as he does with ashley mostly due to the fact that [reader] is older than him, so he can't exactly guide her into being the type of girl he wants. that doesn't mean he can't control her though. with subtle hints of her acting more like mom or dad, he can have her bending a bit more to his will. surely she wouldn't want to be like their parents would she? abusive, neglectful, hated by them both? that would be awful...

being trapped for three months with andrew and ashley has [reader] so pent up and anxious, like i can see her practically clawing her eyes out hoping to get away from them for more than five minutes. to be fair, i'm pretty sure while andrew's the most incestuously inclined sibling, he's also really flippy floppy with how obvious he shows it

i can imagine [reader] getting on his lap and whipping his cock out, riding him so aggressively, glaring down at him, "happy now? this is what you wanted, right? couldn't go long enough without getting your dick wet so you need to take care of you, huh? you better. fucking. enjoy it."

and andrew's crying a bit while gripping [reader]'s hips, face red and biting his lip to stay quiet because ashley's right there next to them. he hates that his big sis hates him but god does she feel so good right now. it's like a weird monkey's paw or a wish gone wrong, he can fuck his sister now but she fucking hates him (and hatefucks him, lol)

this is all before decay route too. suddenly jumping off of the balcony doesn't seem so bad now

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