#i love thinking abt seat assignments....

[borrelia]

at some point i mustve posted seat assignments for sonic characters but well i was thinking about it again. ive decided the best racing 8 you could make with sonics would be: tekno cox, shadow, espio, mighty, knuckles, amy, sticks, sonic, blaze

i was gonna say tails cox bc like. he's the strategist, OBVIOUSLY you put him in cox 🙄 but ermm no i dont think he has a cox temperment at all. the best coxswains are calm under pressure, good at multitasking, good at communicating, motivational, confident and can turn it on when it gets hot. tails is a little too in his own head to manage all that. i don't think he has what it takes. now tekno, she's good at keeping a level head and I think she'd get the right balance between motivational + sillay for her rowers vs bringing down the hammer when she needs them to pull.

shadow and espio stroke pair. shadow i think would just have a real good natural rhythm and espio would be able to match it well. mr perfectionist. i don't think theyd be the BEST company for a cox--any cox, tekno or no--but shadow could communicate well enough i think.

mighty and knuckles in the stern half of the engine room. just easy math.

amy has a perfect cox temperament i think so maybe on the side she could do that too but man i want her in the engine room so bad. bow half bc she seems like she'd want to enjoy the view and goof off a bit more. sticks as her pair partner bc honestly shes just the best match for amy and theyre good at hyping each other up. AND i think she could pull.

sonic HAS to be in bow pair. he's too much of a goofball to be near the cox and you just KNOW mr speed demon would rush the slide so he canNOT be allowed to stroke. BUT. goofball nature in mind, he cannot be sitting bow seat. uh uh, not enough control, not good enough at paying attention. now blaze is REALLY disciplined, i think she'd make an excellent bow seat. and as pair partners with sonic i think theyd bring the best out in each other. she gets to have a little fun back there with her friend and he gets pushed to really put in the effort.

[puppyeared]

Ouhhhh friendship I love friendship……..

[heliads]

angel boy charles leclerc with a workplace romance?? maybe r’s new on the ferrari pr team or an engineer who he keeps flirting with but she’s kinda shy so she doesn’t rly flirt back and doesn’t know why he’d want her over everyone, but then he defends her against some shitty reporters who keep making jokes abt her and she realizes oh he actually does like me and SHE asks HIM out?? obvs it’s cool if you don’t wanna write this but either way i think you’re really cool and i hope you’re day’s goin great!

'here's what i know' - charles leclerc

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It’s time for the one part of the week that Formula One teams across the grid detest most of all. No, it’s not qualifying, and not even the threat of a bad race day that can crush championship dreams for good. Today is Thursday, media day, which means that twenty drivers and many more members of staff are about to be hounded for hours until they break down and spill something they shouldn’t.

Since you’re not a driver, you had always hoped that you’d be able to get out of these sorts of things without too much difficulty. No one pays much attention to the engineers anyway– outside of Adrian Newey and the like, the guys behind the scenes tend to be ignored in favor of the ones in the cars, although you don’t know many engineers or strategists that have a problem with that.

No, the baying mass of reporters known affectionately to the paddock as Sky Sports and their affiliates are more of a difficulty than a blessing. Each and every race week, drivers and team principals alike are briefed by their PR officers on how to dodge bad questions and only stick to their strengths. For one of the first years in your career, though, you now have to deal with the same thing, and that is due to your recent promotion.

You’ve been a race engineer for a couple of years now, and you’ve loved every minute of it. Every STEM-inclined student with a hankering for racing dreams of working for Formula One, but you actually managed to turn those fantasies into a reality when you signed your first contract with the Scuderia Ferrari racing team. It wasn’t a showy job, of course, closer to tightening screws and redoing paint jobs than anything specific, but over time, you’ve managed to show your worth and quickly rise through the ranks.

As of this season, though, you’ll be out on the pitwall as Ferrari’s chief strategists instead of tucked away somewhere in the garage. It was a risky move when you decided to throw your hat into the strategy ring instead of sticking with the more technical aspects of race engineering, but you’ve had a knack for it ever since you first turned up in the paddock, and the higher-ups at Ferrari have noticed that. This promotion has been a long time coming, so they say.

Regardless, it’s still a bit stressful to be the face of Ferrari’s strategy decisions, especially given the fact that the Scuderia has struggled a bit in that department over the past few seasons. The Tifosi were definitely hesitant to show their support of the change in leadership, but after your critical advice led to some excellent showings in the first few rounds, you won them over in a landslide. No more terrible back-to-back stops, no more team orders mixups, you’ve proven your effectiveness in the strategy seat and everyone is glad to see it.

Well, almost everyone. The reporters are still as fixated as ever on getting a good story, and for some reason a couple have decided that the best headlines are centered around creating drama regarding your new job assignment. It feels like every week they’re running stories about how the Ferrari team principal wishes you weren’t there, or how Charles and Carlos are shaking their heads over each and every one of your bad calls.

This, of course, isn’t the case. Ferrari couldn’t be happier with your decisions since they’ve propelled the team up in the championship standings, and you get along quite well with the drivers. Charles especially has taken it upon himself to reassure you countless times that the rumors couldn’t be less true. Some of the reporters have a way of twisting their words from compliments into insults, but he wants to ensure that you never believe them.

Charles has been one of the greatest parts of your climb to head of strategy at Ferrari, actually. You met him when you were the lowliest of engineers, and for some reason, he’s stayed a friend of yours ever since that very first day. Truthfully, you hadn’t expected him to so much as remember your name– there are infinitely many engineers and strategists and PR workers at Ferrari, after all, and Charles is introduced to dozens of new celebrities at every race– but the very next time he saw you, he’d smiled and greeted you by name as if you were an old friend.

It had made your day. Same with the next time he’d done it. Although you may not entirely understand it, Charles Leclerc is committed to liking you, and he doesn’t seem inclined to stop any time soon. Nor are you inclined to stop him yourself– Charles is a fantastic person to be around. He’s never let his fame get to his head, and if you were to talk to him, you’d swear he was just a friend from uni or a next door neighbor or something, certainly not a world class driver. Charles doesn’t talk to you like he’s a Formula One driver and you’re a strategist. He speaks with you like he’s Charles and you’re Y/N and he couldn’t want anything more than to hear you laugh when he tells a joke.

Armed with this knowledge, you feel that you could take on any reporter, their tendency to warp simple statements into crazy arguments be damned. What’s more, you have an excellent friend in Hannah Schmitz, Principal Strategy Engineer over at Red Bull Racing. Although the two of you may technically be on rival teams, that hasn’t stopped you from becoming close friends. Hannah is one of the only people in the world capable of understanding exactly how you feel regarding work, as she’s in almost the same position as you, albeit on Red Bull instead of Ferrari. She’s older than you by a good couple of years, but that hasn’t stopped you two from quickly growing close.

For Thursday’s media frenzy, Hannah meets up with you close to the gate so you can walk in together. The Ferrari and Red Bull motorhomes are close by, and it’s nice to have a friend while you brave the storm of reporters waiting for you just inside the paddock.

The first round of them draws near. Hannah grins at your obviously forced smile. “Stay alert. They’re coming.”

“I’ll do my best,” you whisper back, and she hides a laugh.

You don’t have much time for inside jokes after that; a dozen phones and recording devices are flung in front of you, and you’re immediately greeted with several overlapping questions. You answer in quick syllables, all the while careful to keep your tone light so no one accuses you of being unnecessarily terse. You feel confident that you didn’t say anything to dull your team’s image, but you still can’t help a sigh of relief when you bid Hannah goodbye at the door of the Ferrari motorhome.

Upon entering the Ferrari center, you immediately spy Charles at one of the tables near the door. He glances up when he sees you enter, and flashes you a kind smile. “You look stressed. Don’t tell me Sky Sports has gotten to you already?”

You laugh. “They were waiting for me when I arrived. Man, I miss when they had no idea who I was.”

Charles chuckles. “I don’t. You’re more interesting to see on my screen than some of the other drivers.”

You scoff. “I don’t believe that for a second.”

Charles’ eyes widen meaningfully. “It’s true! You actually have things to say. The rest of us can only talk about how we plan on winning. Everyone says that.”

You walk over to his table, leaning your hands against the open chair. “If you paid attention during strategy meetings, you’d have something to say to them, too.”

Charles rolls his eyes, but grins sheepishly nonetheless. “How about you fill me in now, then? Come on, have a seat. I’m sure my PR officer would appreciate it if I didn’t go out there sounding like a total idiot.”

You shake your head on instinct. “You’re relaxing. I don’t want to take up your time.”

“I mean it,” Charles insists. “Sit down. I even have extra coffee.”

“That’s certainly a nice coincidence,” you say with a raised brow, but take the seat he offers you.

Charles smiles satisfiedly when you join him. “Yes,” he murmurs, “A coincidence.”

You end up passing more time than you expect at Charles’ table, just the two of you and the coffees cooling in your mugs. At first, you do talk about strategy, but over time Charles starts coaxing more details out of you, like what you’ve done since the past week and if you’ve got any plans for the upcoming weekend. He sounds genuinely interested in what you have to say, and it’s easy to forget that he isn’t just your coworker but a real, true friend.

You glance down at the table when the intensity of his earnest stare becomes a little too much for you. You know how the other strategists talk and tease you about your friendship with Charles, even if it is just that, a friendship. Yes, he may bring you coffee all the time, and eagerly stay back after strategy meetings so he can walk you out to your car, but he’s just doing that to be nice. It doesn’t mean anything. You cannot allow yourself the hope of thinking that it might mean anything.

After all, despite the denials you’ll give the other strategists and even Hannah when she has the occasion to join in the teasing, you wouldn’t mind it if Charles ever acted on his flirtations. The only problem is that you have made a career out of being realistic and reasonable, and you know that this is one perfect victory that just won’t be yours. Charles is gorgeous. He goes after gorgeous girls, stunning supermodels, and amazing actresses. You are lovely in your own right, but you aren’t the kind of person that a Formula One driver would ever date. It is important to keep your heart from being crushed, even if denying this hurts you more than Charles’ rejection ever could.

That little coffee chat ends soon enough, much like every other quick lunch and early morning talk you’ve shared with him. Charles goes off to his garage, and you head out to your office to prepare some talking points for meetings later that day. The drivers will be escorted to media day press conferences, and you probably won’t run into Charles again until later into the afternoon.

You realize about halfway through the day’s work that you haven’t gotten up once since you arrived. In need of a brain break and a chance to stretch your legs, you decide to go for a quick circuit around the paddock before coming back inside again to carry on. The sun is warm on your face when you dare to duck outside, and it feels good to walk around for a little while.

Unconsciously, your legs carry you towards the building where the press conferences are being held. Not wanting to intrude, you decide to head back towards the center of the paddock. While you’re in the middle of making this decision, though, you notice Charles emerging from the building. You switch directions to aim towards him instead; you can joke about the nightmare that is a Formula One press conference, and you know Charles will be glad to let off some steam by complaining.

As you’re walking over, you notice a few reporters coming out of the building as well and groan internally. These couple of men in particular have been nothing but thorns in your side since you accepted your promotion. When the news first broke, they wrote a couple of articles apiece about how you were going to run Ferrari into the ground. When that proved false, they switched tactics and decided to use their journalism skills to disparage you whenever they got the chance. Numerous drivers and reporters alike have called them out for targeting you, but they haven’t stopped yet, which is frustrating.

Charles notices the reporters at the same time as you, you can see his head turn as he tracks their progress. You’re close enough now that you can hear what they’re saying, but it isn’t good. They never get tired of repeating the same bullshit about how you can’t make a smart call to save your life. One of them laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. That’s what you get for putting a girl in charge.

Hot anger boils through your stomach, but you force it down. They haven’t seen you yet, and you’d like to keep it that way. Challenging them on this will only provide them with more ammunition.

Charles, however, doesn’t seem to see it that way. He stops directly in front of the two reporters, arms folded coldly across his chest. “What did you say about Y/N?”

The reporter who’d just spoken eyes him confusedly. “Nothing, man. Don’t worry about it.”

“I will if you’re insulting her,” Charles fires back. “Don’t talk about her like that. Y/N is a welcome part of Ferrari and her strategy decisions have won us races, as you well know. I don’t know what you get out of taking her down but it’s stupid of you to carry on like that.”

The reporter blanches, leaning back as if Charles has struck him. “Calm down, man. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Charles’ glare doesn’t lighten for a second. “Then stop talking badly about her. It just makes you look like an asshole who doesn’t know what he’s talking about. That’s what you are, of course, but maybe you want your reputation to be better.”

You clap a hand to your mouth to stop from letting out a surprised laugh. He’s totally caught them off guard, and it’s fantastic to see. More fantastic than that, you realize slowly, is that Charles is doing this purely to defend your honor. There are no cameras around. No one is recording him. Charles could have just ignored it, but he chose to go out of his way to defend you because that matters the most to him. Because he would never be able to live with himself if he didn’t spend his every waking hour making sure you got the respect you were owed.

Charles doesn’t have to do this, but he wants to. There is a reason for this, a reason that, at last, you know. You’ve been denying it to yourself for the longest time, but the proof of his affections is right before your eyes.

You spin away before he can notice your presence, giddy with the knowledge that, of all the people in the world, Charles Leclerc wants you. You. Y/N L/N. His chief strategist.

You nearly run into Hannah when you pass by the Red Bull motorhome. She’s just emerging, and looks at you confusedly. “Is everything alright?”

“Hannah,” you say, grasping vaguely at your friend’s arm to steady yourself. “Hannah, I’m having an epiphany.”

She eyes you dubiously. “What now? You want to change your tire strategy for Sunday?”

“No,” you say, voice weak, “I realized– I think Charles likes me, Hannah. I think he likes me a lot.”

She stares at you. “Are you just now coming to this conclusion?”

You turn to her in surprise. “You knew?”

Hannah throws her hands in the air. “Y/N, we all knew. It was extremely obvious.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks. “Oh. I didn’t know.”

“That was also obvious,” Hannah comments. “Now, come on. You’re one of the most action-oriented people I know. What are you going to do about this?”

You turn towards the Ferrari motorhome. “I’m going to talk to him.”

“Great start,” Hannah says, clapping you on the shoulder. “Tell me how it goes. Tell me everything.”

You grin at her before you leave. “I won’t leave out a single moment.”

Charles has just made it back to the Ferrari center when you arrive. He beams up at you when you walk through the door, as if he hasn’t just heard some assholes insulting you and decided that every moment not spent defending you is a moment wasted.

“Charles,” you breathe. “Can I talk to you?”

He arches a brow, still wearing that same lopsided smile. “We’re talking now, aren’t we?”

“Yeah,” you laugh him off. “What if we talked later, too? Like, over dinner or something?”

His eyes go wide. “What? Do you– what do you mean?”

“Charles,” you repeat. He goes silent, like just the sound of his name from your lips is enough to compel him to you forever. “I’m asking you on a date. Will you say yes?”

“Yes,” he tells you. “Yes. What– I didn’t know you felt like that– do you really? This isn’t a joke, is it? We’re not going just as friends?”

“I think I should be asking you that,” you laugh. “No, Charles. I want to go on a date with you.”

“Well,” he says, smiling, “I think I can arrange that. Only if you promise there will be more than just one.”

“I promise,” you tell him.

How could you not? Charles is the one you want, the one you have been wanting since you first fell for the spark in his dark eyes and the light of his laughter. He is the one you will continue to want months and years from now, after countless dates and many gifted flowers and a lot of moments spent together, always together. It starts now.

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[songsofadelaide]

HII OMG EVER SINCE I FOUND OUT U TOO WERE A FILO I CANT HELP BUT THINK ABT HOSHINA TAMPUHIN MOMENTS WHERE READER IS EQUAL PARTS FOND AND EXASPERATED 😭😭😭 if its ok to request it i would like to request uhh how reader and hoshina deal with each others tampo moments HAHSHAHA and if possible it ends with fluff and just them being cute tgthr and rllllyyy weird req: u know how u get cuteness aggression…. this but w hoshina and he bites his partner’s cheeks 😭😭 OK BYE

ANON as a playful biter and someone who experiences a lot of gigil this is so cute loool! Here's your reminder to playfully bite your loved ones every once in a while. ✨

cw: established relationship + playful biting

There were days when it felt like you and the Vice Captain were the only two people in the world. That was true at times, but perhaps the people at base were also getting better at gossiping much more quietly. Today was the former.

With the rookies now assigned to their respective platoons, and with most of them currently off-duty, it truly felt like you and the Vice Captain were the only two people in the world. (In the base, at least.) Your platoon's days off won't be until next week, so you and your crew ran the scene at the base, along with Vice Captain Hoshina, who just happened to be the person in charge at that time.

Everyone at the base knew of your relationship with the Vice Captain, especially your platoon, so they weren't entirely surprised by the pleasant coincidence that he definitely did not orchestrate.

"Vice Captain! You promised you'd have lunch with me today!"

Though if it was supposed to be a coincidence, that didn't sound like the case by the way you irritatedly evaded Soshiro's attempts at cornering you. You were excited all morning but it died out when you found out that the Vice Captain had lunch with your Operations Leaders.

It certainly was a treat for your platoon members to see their usually cool superior play catch and tag with you at the canteen, even though that wasn't exactly what you two were doing at the moment.

"I know you're only saying you already ate because you want me to get off your case!" You stated as you slid to the other end of a long table. "I want you to eat right!"

"But I have been eatin' right!" Soshiro replied as he tried to catch you from another end of another long table. The younger officers paid you no mind as they carried on with their meals, shaking their heads, chuckling and sighing to themselves because it was just another day at work.

"Coffee and sweets aren't a meal!" You shot back at him across the floor, another long table parting you from his reach.

"I said get over here! It's an order!" He paused in his tracks, only for you to be caught off-guard as he slid under the table and grabbed you by the ankle.

"You can't order me around today! Ack!—"

The dull thud as you hit the floor did not arouse any reaction from your officers, and you contemplated if you could even trust them with your life if they weren't even going to do anything about what was happening to you right now.

Then again, they were smart enough to recognise a playful lovers' spat...

The two of you sat on the floor, your Vice Captain holding you in a lock with his arms now, but the way he held you felt more like boyfriend than superior at present.

"There we go. Now that yer seated, we can finally talk."

"You're insufferable!" You squirmed in his arms, only for him to retaliate in a way that wasn't new but was totally unexpected given your current location.

Soshiro sank his teeth into your warm cheek, with just enough force to render you stiff in his embrace. It was a playful and loving little bite that still left a light ring in the shape of his mouth on your embarrassed visage.

"You BIT me! You bit me, you little shi—"

The sound of his tender and pleased laughter reverberated in your chest, the kind that made you forget all about why you were mad in the first place. "Uh-uh. You better watch whatever name you call me, my dearest Platoon Leader."

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[dun9eons]

a/n: hiiiii kyoko x fem reader smut !! im cooking rn im literally so feral for kyoko cus like imagine her girl cock sliding in and out of me like its her last day 🙁

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summary: It was love at first sight with your substitute teacher, you may have gone too far.. 👀

CW (18+): smut, dub-con, semi-public, futa / girlcock, wlw

words: 2.2k

her favorite student

It was just a normal school day, same old same old. I headed to roll call every morning expecting the same words to come out of my teachers mouth about some announcements or school events I know I won't ever go to, I guess I'm just really lazy.

Today was different though, I had a new substitute for history class, I couldn't really care less though, assuming it was just some old clueless teacher who doesn't know what they're doing.

That wasn't the case.

My ears perked up to the sound of my teacher's voice saying it was a new, young teacher.

I was a bit disappointed, hoping I would just have history class as a free period, but since it's a young teacher, I guess they know a thing or two about respect.

The bell rings, signaling the end of roll call, with many people moving to their respective classes.

It was a coincidence I had history first, so I could see the new young teacher.

I waited against the wall with my friend, waiting for everyone to come so the teacher could lead us inside.

I then suddenly heard the tapping of heels in the walkway, it was so loud, but no one seemed to point it out.

I peaked my head out, stunned at the sight.

It was a tall beautiful lady with luscious lavender hair along with a braid on the side supported by a black ribbon with purple eyes complementing her fair pale skin.

She was wearing boots with heels, a black sleek skirt with a white work shirt and a black tie.

God she was so pretty.

After a minute or two, she then signaled my class inside.

We then took our respective assigned seats and sat waiting for her instruction.

"Hello class, as you know, I am your sub for today as your usual history teacher isn't here. Please call me Ms. Kirigiri, and don't hesitate to put your hand up if you need any help."

Her voice is so mesmerizing, I could hear her repeat that sentence everyday, it's unfortunate that we only have her for today.

I swiped those thoughts away, unpacking my back to bring out my book and pen, although a good looking teacher, still boring, same work. Which was.

I was pretty good at history, but a certain question stumbled on me. I didn't want to embarrass myself, but I had to get this work done, I can't handle work not being finished, I needed everything to be finished.

I raised my hand up, Ms Kirigiri then walked slowly up to me.

I eyed her waist and her his, the way it swayed to either side was distracting me too much, I didn't even notice the blush on my face until she spoke up.

"What do you need help with dear?"

She said that with a raspy voice as she slithered her arm onto my shoulder which instantly sent shivers down my spine, which isn't helping as my blush just grew redder.

"I-I uh.. Just need help with this question.."

I pointed at the question I was struggling on, not really expecting the teacher to know, but to my surprise, she was pretty helpful.

She was kind of rubbing the side of my arm, and my shoulders, I don't know If that made me excited or nervous, there wasn't an in between.

She was explaining the process of how to get to the answer, but for the first time, I couldn't really care less. My elbows were on the table, my head resting on my hand as I just kind of stared at her, thinking some really.. Weird thoughts.

She's so mesmerizing, I wanted her to do things to me that I could never say in front of people, even my closest friends.

I forced myself to snap back to reality as I continued onto my work, breezing through and pretty surprised with myself since the working out she explained really helped.

I was way into my work, not noticing the time till Ms Kirigiri spoke up.

"Class, please pack up as there are 5 minutes left till the bell rings for break."

I sighed, thank god it was an early day. I continued packing my back as I stood up and waited behind my chair, having a little small talk with my friends around me.

The bell rang, me and my other classmates went towards the door.

"Ah, sorry. I apologize but may y/n stay back for a while?"

I froze in place, slowly walking back towards the class, my friends waving me by as they say they'll wait for me at their spot.

My breath was shaky, Ms Kirigiri closed and locked the door.She then sat down on her chair, looking at me with her purple eyes. I could never tell what she was thinking about. It sent shivers down my spine.

I was asking myself questions I couldn't answer myself, I was praying to god I didn't do anything wrong to cause the reason for me staying back.

"So uhm.. Ms Kirigiri, Why am I staying back?"

She crossed a leg over another. I could see the grin forming on her face, which made me even more nervous.

"We'll need to talk about your behavior y/n, but first.."

She trailed off, she then uncrossed her legs and used her hand to pat her lap.

"C'mere."

I could see a spark in her eye, it was filled with lust.

I hesitated but I started to walk slowly towards her, carefully sitting myself down onto her lap.

I don't know If I was nervous or excited, I just wanted to get out of here as soon as I can. So I just complied to whatever she's telling me.

"So.. U-Uhm.. What about my behavior? Did I do anything wrong..?"

I said shyly, trying hard to keep some composure.

"My my.. Y/N perhaps you forgot? I've seen the way you were looking at me during class."

My breath hitched, shit.. I never really thought she would have found out or even pointed it out. I really have to think of an excuse to get out of this since I don't want to get in trouble.

"I- er.. I was just making normal eye contact. It's respectful to make eye contact with whoever is speaking."

I sighed, hoping Ms Kirigiri would just let me off now. I didn't want this situation to escalate, but at the same time I didn't really want to leave. I'm sitting on this beautiful lady's lap, who would want to leave?

"Don't act clueless Y/N..~"

I felt her breath against my ear, her hands slowly sliding up my hip towards my waist.

"Ms Kirigiri.. W-What are you doing..? This is so.."

I trailed off, not continuing my sentences at the thought of my wrong wording can make the situation I'm in worse than it already is.

"You owe me an apology y/n."

She whispered against my ear, instantly turning red, her breath was so warm.

"I-I'm sorry Ms Kirigiri.."

She scoffed, her hands tightening around my waist, making me unable to escape her grasp.

"You call that an apology? I'll show you how to apologize properly."

I started squirming whilst on top of her lap, her hands still wrapped tightly around my waist I could barely move.

She then raised me up, putting me back down onto her lap, now looking towards her.

"Since you like eye contact so much, just keep your eyes on me."

I nodded, I have no words to say. I bit my lip in anticipation, awaiting her next move.

She then slid her skirt and her underwear down a little, just enough to let her hardened cock spring free from it's confines.

My eyes widened at the sight of it, it was pretty big, about 7 inches and girthy.

I swallowed hard, this was way too much for me to handle, but something about it just left me wanting more.

I was then snapped out of my thoughts as I felt Ms Kirigiri slide my skirt and underwear off, tossing them to the side somewhere.

It was embarrassing, I was really wet at this point. I felt her staring, it was uncomfortable, but I was getting hot and bothered at this point, the lust and desire was taking over quicker then intended.

"Wet already huh?"

She teased, she wasn't wrong. I could definitely feel myself getting wetter by the passing time, but I didn't want to look down.

Fucking hell, her cock was just calling out my name, it was just standing up right with no contact.

I decided whether to just pleasure myself with the time we have, so I took the chance.

I lifted myself as I positioned myself, my pussy just hovering over her cock. I held onto her shoulder for support, I never knew I wanted this. I never knew I was like this, but fuck, I needed her so badly.

I then lowered myself onto her cock, silently cursing at the sudden pain of something pretty big entering inside.

"Fuck.. Y/N you're so tight."

She said, her voice hoarse and filled with lust.

It was fine, since the pain was slowly turning into pleasure as Ms Kirigiri guided me throughout the way, she was guiding my waist as I was slowly bouncing on her.

I wrapped my arms around her neck as I continued riding her. I was pathetically whimpering and moaning her name out, I couldn't even care less if anyone heard me. I cared more about the pleasure I was receiving more than anything.

"I.. I'm so close ngh- M-Ms Kirigiri..!"

She picked up her speed, basically forcing me to slam myself down onto her. The noises of skin slapping together and moans filled the room, It was getting blurry. I can't even think or say anything without mumbling something incoherent.

"Fuck.. Y/N, I'm close as well.."

A moment later, I came, Ms Kirigiri hadn't come yet, but she was still lifting me and slamming me down onto her cock, but this time more slowly.

She suddenly then pulled out, cumming all over my and her stomach. It was a messy white mess.

I panted heavily for air, I don't know why, but I wanted more.

The last remaining bits of cum stringed from her tip, her cock twitching every time.

"Haah.. You did good y/n, you're free to go if you'd like, you have about 3 minutes of lu-"

I then suddenly pulled Ms Kirigiri's tie, forcing her to be closer to me as our lips crashed together.

It was passionate, gradually getting more needy with each passing second, but then I pulled away.

"Uhm, would it be okay for us to.. Do something like this again..?"

I asked sheepishly, as she looked at me again, those eyes filled with lust.

"Well, perhaps. There's another class coming in here. So how about you hide under my desk for me then?"

I nodded as I hurriedly climbed under Ms Kirigiri's desk, it was a bit cramped, but I doubt whoever passes by can even see me.

A while later, the bell rang, I was still cramped up under my teacher's desk, I heard footsteps and the sounds of talking whilst students entered the room.

Ms Kirigiri talked, introducing herself and sitting back down after the class was busy with their work.

She leaned back on her chair so her eyes could be fixed on me, I gave her the thumbs up signaling I was ready.

She grinned, immediately getting my signal as she slowly and carefully pulled her skirt down, it was a bit amusing that she was already hard again.

She wrapped her hand around the base of her cock, guiding it towards my mouth.

Her tip was pushed against my lips, I reluctantly opened my mouth as I slowly started taking the tip of her cock.

I could barely hear her, but she definitely moaned softly. I knew she was trying hard to suppress her lewd noises in front of her class, which made me smile.

I was about halfway through her cock, bobbing my head up and down at a safe pace.

I gagged as I felt her hand push down the back of my head, forcing me to take her whole, I gagged and let a few tears trickle down the side of my face.

"Fuck.."

She groaned quietly.

I could tell she was close on how much she was tensing up, so I pulled my head away from her and instead used my hand to stroke her.

I grinned as I whispered, "Cum for me Ms Kirigiri.."

It wasn't long until she finally came all over my mouth and chest. It was going to be hard to clean off, but other than that, the pleasure was enough for me to be satisfied.

I looked up at her with a soft smile.

She then grabbed a pen from a drawer and started writing on a piece of paper.

A moment later, she handed me a folded piece of paper.

I opened it as it read, "You're my favorite student."

She was now my favorite teacher.

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[imonanotherlebel]

Heey, i saw ur asks r open and i think i might need smtng abt hoshi or woozi helping their s/o coping with life stress fam stuff university and work at same time cuz i feel exhausted and i'm serious need of a delulu tap on my shoulder

Thanks✨

Oooooo I love this ask, babes. Let me write about Hoshi. I hope it's okay!

Personal note to anon: I hope you're doing okay babes. Life is very stressful and hard. But I want you to know that every storm ends eventually, and a beautiful time will come by soon. Hang in there!<3❤️

Genre: Tooth rotting fluff with abhint of angst.

Requested: I feel like Hoshi would step up and take all your life stress away as a partner. Like, he is such a sweetheart omg my heart! 😭❤️

Pairing: Hoshi x reader

Warnings: Mentions of food, i guess? WARNING, LOT OF LOVE AHEAD!

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Hoshi breezed into your shared apartment, a playful glint in his eyes, ready to infuse the space with his trademark energy. However, a subtle change in your demeanor caught his attention.

"Hey, love, something's on your mind. Mind sharing with me?", he asked, his voice etched with concern.

You, caught off guard, offered a tired smile. "Just the usual uni and work stress, Hoshi. You know how it is."

Leaning in, Hoshi's playful expression shifted to genuine concern. "I know you better than that, baby. What's really going on, Y/n? Talk to me."

You sighed, deciding to drop the façade.

"Alright, family issues are piling up, and deadlines at uni are suffocating. Work isn't making it any easier. I still haven't completed my assignment which is due in two days. I don't know Hosh, I feel like I'm drowning."

Seated beside you, Hoshi gently took your hand in to his, rubbing them softly. "You're not alone in this, babe. We're a team. Tell me what's specifically bothering you."

You hesitated a little, then opened up about the complexities of your family dynamics, demanding courses, and the relentless pressure at work. Hoshi listened intently, his expressive eyes mirroring empathy.

"I didn't want to burden you with all this," you confessed, vulnerability seeping into your voice.

You have always been the person your family expected to be responsible and strong. You have gone through so many painful and difficult times on your own, never burdening anyone with them. Your tears had always been in between you and your pillow and the four walls of your room.

Hoshi cupped your face. "Love, your struggles are mine too. We face them together. Don't ever think you're burdening me.", he said concern and love written all over his face.

Hoshi, although usually is a playful, childish and funny person, knew when he had to step up and take the wheel so that you could let your guard down and lean on him for comfort.

.......

Over the next days, your interactions evolved into a symphony of shared moments. Hoshi was extra careful with you, always checking on you without bothering you too much.

Hoshi surprised you with more than just grand gestures – little notes carefully placed on the fridge or tucked into your books before heading to practices. Each note carried words of encouragement, love, and even a few goofy drawings which never failed to make you smile.

........

One day, as you got home after uni, you saw a pretty little bento box cake with a note next to it which read "Pretty cake for my pretty girl. Eat it all and regain your energy okay? And I know you get pretty stressed with your assignments at hand, so I have bought some of your favorite ice cream for you. It's in the fridge, okay? Love you baby! - Hosh<3"

Oh I wish I could eat this but my face is bloated and I feel like I might have gained some weight, so maybe just one bite. You felt so insecure as the stress from being so overworked kept you away from taking care of your body as you usually do.

You pulled out the little spoon and took a little bite off the cake before putting it into the fridge. You went back to your studies after a small shower.

A few hours later, Hoshi was back from his practice.

"Hey my beautiful girl!", he said brightly as he headed towards the fridge to get some cold water. "Hey, Hosh", you replied barely looking up.

"Hey..... Why is this still here?", Hoshi asked, concern etched in his tone. He sounded very hurt, you looked up towards him to see what's wrong. And there he was, with the bento cake in hand, looking at you sadly.

"I had a bite Hosh", you said, trying to sound cheerful and trying to hide the fact that you are slowly falling back into your insecurities.

"Liar.", he said furrowing his brows.

"Okay fine. Look Hosh, I've gained like five kilos these two weeks. I'm barely going to the gym. I think I should stop indulging, and cut my calories.

"Oh STOP IT!", he stormed towards you with the cake, looking mad as hell. One thing about this sweet boy, You never want to see him angry. He scary.

"Eat this. NOW", he said placing the cake infront of you with the spoon. He folded his arms and continued to give you a death stare. You slowly took the spoon into your had and picked at the cake. Bite after bite, Hoshi's anger seemed to fade away. When you were done with about half of it, Hoshi ruffled your hair.

"Baby, I know how important it is to take care of your body and be fit. But there are times in life when we can't prioritize it like before. But you should never be afraid of food. With more weight or not, you are you. You are working hard. You are trying your best. And you must eat, baby. That's all that matters. Okay?", he asked a hint of pain and lot of love filled in his voice.

"i'm sorry, babe. I just- It's just- I don't know...", you struggled finding words to explain your emotions.

"I know baby, I know.", he said softly as he came closer. Hugging you and pulling your head into his chest. Stroking it gently.

......

One evening on the balcony under a starry sky, Hoshi spoke softly. "You're resilient, Y/n. And it's okay not to be strong all the time. Lean on me when you need to."

Feeling a weight lift off your shoulders, you expressed gratitude. "Thank you for being my anchor, Hoshi. I appreciate having you."

He pulled you into a tender kiss, hugging you tightly afterwards. "We're in this together, always. Let's make this place not just our home but a haven where we face life's storms side by side. I want you to know that I will always be there by your side".

In the days that followed, Hoshi continued to shower you with affection. He would often sneak up behind you, planting soft kisses on your neck while you worked at your desk. "Just a little energy boost for my hardworking love," he'd say, leaving you smiling amidst your assignments.

One evening, as you prepared dinner together, Hoshi couldn't resist stealing a kiss, his playful tone accompanied by a mischievous grin. "Cooking is much better with a dash of love," he said, sealing the sentiment with another sweet peck that lingered just long enough to leave you blushing.

Your conversations became a blend of deep talks, deep connections and playfulness.... Hoshi, always the comedian, lightened the mood with silly jokes and goofy faces. He would sometimes try to pull you away from your studies, or overthinking a little bit and show his new dance moves or a choreo he just made with the boys.

"You're my favorite audience, Y/n. Your smile is the best reward," he admitted, punctuating his words with a tender kiss on your cheek.

......

Amidst the chaos of life, you both found solace in simple moments. One lazy Sunday morning, you both lingered in bed, wrapped in each other's arms. Hoshi traced patterns on your back, his voice, soft and filled with love. "You're my calm in the storm, Y/n. Let's stay in this moment forever." You can't lie, he is your only solace, your only medicine.

.......

Your apartment echoed with laughter and the soft sounds of shared secrets. One day after you just finished completing yet another assignment, Hoshi, with an impish grin, surprised you with a spontaneous pillow fight. Amidst the feathers floating in the air, he stole a kiss, leaving the both of you breathless and laughing.

At night, as you curled up on the couch watching a movie, Hoshi whispered sweet nothings in your ear. "I love you so much, baby. Sometimes I feel like i'm going crazy. You're the script of my love story, and every moment with you is a scene I never want to end," he confessed, sealing his words with a lingering kiss.

Your love story unfolded like a beautifully choreographed dance, with Hoshi leading the way. You found comfort in him. You were there for him when he was vulnerable, and now here he is, being your knight in shining armor. The apartment became a part off of a movie screen; romance, painted with stolen kisses, whispered promises, and the shared warmth of your laughter.

As you guys were snuggled up in your bed, trying to fall asleep, Hoshi held you close, his eyes reflecting the depth of his affection. "Life is a journey, love, and I'm grateful you're my companion. You're the strongest person I know, y/n, and I would die without you." he declared, sealing the sentiment with a passionate kiss that left no room for doubt.

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I hope you liked this babes!!<3 Take care!

[sparkleswap]

what are some of the songs that the patients / staff listen to in sparkleswap?

HM. ok im not good at assigning specific songs ppl listen to so im gonna give you my idea of the kind of songs they listen to. feel free to disregard and replace w/ur own hcs though LOL

barry - only listens to classical music/game osts bc music with lyrics is too overestimating for him :p

uni - #1 mom jeans fan forever and ever i think and trust and believe to be true. would also be funny to make her a car seat headrest fan idk.

carrie - ayesha erotica, rebzyyx, chonny jash, mayb mal blum. i realize thats a crazy combo but thats what my heart says is true

hemera - i think shed rlly love mitski. and mayve leanna firestone and nicole dollanger. mostly mitski tho.

jay - milk in the microwave, cavetown, doglantic, alex g, beach bunny, bloodgirl. try and triangulate their taste from that lmao

polly - he likes music with a story to it bc he doesn't like having to make one up. likes musicals. he would LOVE garfeld the musical. i also think he'd like the front bottoms (projector) maybe the scary jokes too

snare - fiona apple i thinksies... maybe björk too. oh and deff CAKE. her dad influenced her music taste a lot i think

funfetti - hop along, queen ansleis . trust . maybe rio romeo ???? god i do Not know im sorry

puppy - i dont think shes ever heard weird al but shed fucking love weird al are u kidding me. if u asked her tho shed say one of those weird songs abt jesus they teach u at Jesus Camp. but not abt jesus bc its spinch. you get it

doom - ajj, the unreleased version of The Hands That Thieve album pls listen to it on youtube ough. love that album. i know im supposed to say goth bands and heavy rock or w/e but i dont know a lot of those ok ... be nice 😞

pinata - fucking loves they might be giants . and also talking heads thats what my heart is whispering from beneath the floorboards

mood - pigeon pit, local news legend, phemiec warrior

[1lenii]

Hello! Can you do a fluff with miles 42 and a puertorican reader just relating to traditions and maybe helping Rio in the kitchen and just enjoying each other’s company?

Thank you and I love your works!

No

Miles G Morales x PR!F!Reader

* Hey lovely sorry I wasn’t abt to get to this sooner! This is such a cute request!! Hope you enjoy! Made these head cannons cause apparently I’m half assing a full story

* No warnings Js fluff…and burning-

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* you and miles met in his Spanish class, one day your teacher assigned different Spanish regions and turns out you and miles were the only two to pick puerto rico (MY PEOPLE)

* Of course you got an A+ and a long lasting relationship with it

* You guys started of a close friends, and how you met mama rio? That’s a story within itself

* You and rio met under strange circumstances

* Miles and his mom went to the supermarket and when miles goes to turn to the next isle and sees you reading a box of cake mix, surprising you while

* Mama Rio Js is around the corner watching who her son was so happy to see

* Playing it off like nothing “papi did you get— oh? Who’s this?”

* “Mami this Y/N my friend(and future gf)”

* “Ahh” Rio gives you a warm smile but thinks you look too… to be what miles has described you as(she thought you were a gringa—personal experience😭)

* “Un placer! Like Miles said I’m Y/N it’s nice to me you ma’am”

* YK MAMI RIO IS STUNNEDDD AND ECSTATIC

* “You should come over for dinner!”

* “I wouldn’t want to b a bother”

* “Nonsense call your mom and talk to her”

* “If your sure”

* “Positive”

* Miles is just watching this go down smirking to himself seeing his crush and mom get along so.. so.. well fast!

* You should know this isn’t the only dinner you’ve been invited too! A few months later you and miles are dating and literally has you over when ever you can

* You decided to stay over so yk there’s that, but when it comes to eating time you’re always there. ALWAYS.

* What can I say cooking should be a passion

* Anyways mama Rio is yk cooking and here comes Y/N “eso son pasteles?”

* “Y como tú supiste”

* “The smell” You laugh it off and wash your hands to help her

* “Tia te ago lo tostones?”

* “Hay si polfavor”

* And that’s exactly what you do

* Miles soon wakes up from his afternoon nap from the smell and sounds oil bubbling

* Remembering the last time his mom burned herself handling that

* He quickly comes to the kitchen to see Y/N at the stove and his mom chopping something up

* He’s goes to peak over Y/N shoulder,

* And your lost in the task at hand

* BAMM

* “Hay coño miles”

* We are now looking at your burned hand and the 3 tostones that have dropped

* “Omg I’m so sorry dame buscar la escoba”

* “No need miles vete y buscar lo, y tráeme like caja de medicina”

* “Mb Y/N you chilling?”

* “Yea you vibing?” You stick your tongue out at him while he retreats to the bathroom

* Mami Rio guides you to take a seat and in doing so miles comes back and Rio is patching you up

* “Terminar lo que faltan miles”

* “No”

* “No? NO? Tú no viste que le paso a tu novia”

* “Perdón mami” wincing at the ice back she had in her hand which connect with his scalp

* And yk it’s end rights there after food being served and ate down🧍🏽‍♀️

* Miles acts all tough but when ya went back to his room he kissing the bandaged of blisters saying he’s sorry and you should wake him up next time for oil handling<3

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION FOR YOU. HOW DID ARISUGU MEET?🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤 i am now steadily dragging everybody into this selfship playground hehehehhee ilysm<33 - @teddybeartoji

MICKEY!!!!!!!!……. welcome :3 take a seat :33 have some tea :333 🍵🍪 i’ve been Thinking abt this ask. intently. i got Way too into it btw

i think!! arisugu met in high school!! that makes most sense to me :> i transferred into his class and got attached to him …. pretty quickly probably. LMAO. i can see suguru being the one who gets assigned to show me around bc satoru Cannot be trusted w new students and shoko is a delinquent in the making…. so sugu is probably the one i meet first :3 and then i subtly imprint on him. like a duckling. a little ari following him around bc he has a soft silky voice. and he gets a bit of a soft spot eventually (me and the bad bitch i pulled by being socially incompetent <33)

WITH THAT BEING SAID…….. i see arisugu as The slowburn ever. neither of us are the love at first sight type, so i think it’d take a year or two for us to actually Fall in Love…. a year of getting to know each other on a deeper and more vulnerable level (ON THAT NOTE. late-night talks under starry skies are extremely arisugu coded)… so the feelings are very deep but. even though they’re mutual i don’t think we’d get together until a couple years have passed 😭😭 sugu would get tired of the ”chase” eventually and confess in our last year of hs maybe…. but i am Not Ready to accept his feelings. or my own. and i tell him that.

and so … he waits :’3 (WILLINGLY MIGHT I ADD i just think he’s the type of guy to say ”i’ll wait for you.” and Mean it yk….) until i eventually make the final push in like. our early twenties maybe…. which would mean about five total years of pining?? ish??? i just see it as a very tender, very very slow romance!! kinda like wading into deep water when you’re afraid of it. but by the time we get together we already know and trust each other so deeply that the change isn’t really too abrupt….. though he insists on taking everything at our own pace anyway. sniffle. i adore him (ALSO needless to say i’m not following canon here 🤨🤨 i firmly believe sugu wouldn’t have defected if he had a baby duckling following him around ok)

anyway. that’s how i picture it!! :3 i have Thoughts abt the overall dynamic but i think suguru is just… so patient. and so devoted. and i’m very loyal and also Very Shy. yepyep.

now . 😇 you didn’t ask for this but just as a comparison (<- this is a lie i just spent 2 much time thinking abt this)…. arigojo. i fear it’s a coworkers to lovers kinda deal. i’m Very Much picturing blindfolded gojo specifically and bc of his…. ways (crippling fear of intimacy + opening up) this is also another slowburn. and it ends with something a little less straightforward than arisugu bc i do Not think gojo asks me out…. it’s more of a gradual change yk?? bc labels are scary. but one day i don’t let him eat my portion of kikufuku and he goes ”how could you treat your boyfriend like this ;((” and i’m like . oh ok. so that’s what you are. we’re both losers sadly

ANYWAYYY THAT’S ALL i hope you didn’t run out of tea….. have some more just in case 🍵 as you can tell i had too much fun thinking of the Lore + all three of us are emotionally constipated (suguru too he’s just the most functional) but i hope reading it was enjoyable for youuu <33333 i love them. unfortunately.

[dollivication]

professor!dante is js a lil nasty bastard😞 i need him

when he’s explaining whatever the fuck his class is abt hes just flexing his arms to subtly show them off,,, undoing one or two of buttons on his shirt,,, he also loves winking!! evil ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

but he has his eyes set on user!! he does everything he can to have user all alone w him,, even js 4 minutes:3 the other students r jealous as hell LMFAOOO

he purposefully fails user tests and made their grades drop:3 he isnt doing it out of malice, he swears!! hes js want user desperate enough to accept his personal tutorings (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

n oh lord,,, those fucking personal tutorings,,, hes a slut. to me he does that lil thing where he is touching user while asking questions abt the test, theyll answer successfully n he lets them cum but if they dont he edges them:333

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🍓NON… splendid meal as always i might’ve wolfed this down >.<;;…

ITSSOSOSOS ICKY YUCKY and HE DOES NOTTTT CARE!!! freak is his middle name.. and i laik to imagine that he gets pouty when his advances don’t work at first on user… laik Grow the fuck up you are a GROWN ASS MAN!1!1!1! THAT IS YOUR STUDENT YOU WEIRDO!!!

attention whore UGHHHGH TO THE WXTREME! always bending over to show off his ass… IVAGREE ON TH BUTTONS! talm bout how hot it is and rolls his sleeves up and undoes the first 2 buttons on his shirt… laik vro we are in the middle of winter get OWWWWT!!!!!!!

the other students are FACTUALLY pissed… laik dante will ask for volunteers but proceed to pick on you—when the FUCK did you raise your hand??? everyone’s baffled, but it doesn’t matter, because now he’s ushering everywan out of his class and getting you alone, and—did he just lock the door….. (◞‸◟) ;;?

lauv LAUUUVS seeing user disheartened and get desperate after getting a poor result on their assignments. he knows damn well just how much research, time, and thought had been put into their work, but uh oh! you actually missed this, and this, and… ehh issa 39/100!

he’s making up shit that had NEVER been on the rubric, but it’s not like you can say anything against him, he’s your professor! he knows more than you do, and makes you think you’ve actually made careless mistakes<3 he loves his job hihi

100% ON THE LAST PART!!! cmon, you’ve gotta memorize this stuff for the upcoming exam! loves hearing you whine and having you clench around his fingers. he’s a bastard, so he’ll continue to tease you even if you get the answers right! he just loooves feeling your walls squeeze him ,,,don’t blame dante!

and it’s GENIUS because once the exam actually rolls around, he can see you squirming in your seat, nibbling at your writing utensil as you try to think clearly but get hit with thoughts about how your professor made you cum and sob with just a few touches multiple times! if you look up you can see him grinning…. YUCK!

i also dew think he may make yu suck him off under his desk.. gotta make up your low score somehowwww ;; :3

[the-kr8tor]

MY DEAR 🪦 ANON...YOU KNOW..I THINK WE MIGHT HAVE MORE IN COMMON THAN I ORIGINALLY THOUGHT. Daily Hobie HC! I couldn't do character study tonight because of assignments but tomorrow I swear It's almost impossible to be proper enemies with the Spider-Punk, which was the cause for the weird friendship between the two of you. Being the Prowler, it was an oddity to see you and Spidey, as you call him, running around like chaotic children on the roofs. Some days, you both manage to do your jobs well done, being in a pretty good mood. Other days? Sometimes the other just needed to vent out pent-up frustration, which was the main cause for the battles everyone else sees. Sometimes, Spidey just needed to punch things, and would use you as his own punching bag with your permission, always keeping an ear out for the word 'pulp', a safeword in case it got too much to handle.

Other times, it was you who needed to beat the shit out of Spidey, curling in the robotic claws of your gauntlet and powering it into his chest, knocking him back. After these venting fights, you both would seek refuge in a nearby alleyway or a secluded area, tending to each other's wounds after the battle. During this period, it was usually verbal venting, with various 'what's wrong?'s and reassurance. The fact that you both acted like close friends, yet never knew how each other looked like, never even entered his or your mind. Once, Hobie sat on the edge of a roof, looking down at the hazy city below, sniffling slightly under his suit. He felt as if he was coming down with something, his throat feeling itchy. Luckily, you managed to appear right next to him, taking your own seat and asking the casual question of how he is, handing a crinkly brown bag with a donut inside for him. As the two of you conversed, with Hobie rolling up the bottom of his mask to eat the food you had brought him, he mentions about how he might be coming down with something. Hobie nods and smiles as you offer to take over for him until he feels better, which definitely doesn't go unpaid by him. The moment he's up and running again, he nicks some food for you as well and offers it to you as a payment gift. Although he knew you couldn't exactly eat it in front of him due to your helmet, you always ensured to eat it when you were alone. One fight, while Hobie was taking out his stress of being Spider-Man, he had accidentally landed a punch that messed up the control of your helmet, springing it wide open and unintentionally face revealing you. Hobie paused as you tried to quickly fix it, to no avail. With an awkward chuckle, he gives you a very out of pocket compliment, genuinely feeling taken aback at how lovely you were on his eyes. No doubt, the ordeal was quickly forgotten with the sound of laughter, until Hobie decided to even it out and pulled his mask up fully, causing you to choke on your own spit briefly. Oh no. He's hot. -🐦‍⬛

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Daily Hobie HC ‼️‼️‼️

No worries!! Good luck on your assignments!

Wosnqpmsms yknow i love a good reverse roles au!!!

HAHAHHAHAHA they're dating but they're the only ones who don't know it yet

Their love language is beating the shit out of each other! I can just imagine them patching each other up after a good fight while munching on slices of pizzas (hobie gives the last slice to r ofc but they cut the last slice in half to share 🥺)

They're literally partners and everyone in the city is so confused about their relationship I bet there's posts speculating abt their relationship lmaooo

I wanna share a donut with him too 🥺

R is as lovestruck as Hobie after the impromptu face reveal!! Except hobie is pretty good at hiding it but r is like frozen on the spot who can't even get a word out 🤣

[dawndelion-winery]

MY LORD HARBINGER i know it said in your rules but. crack fic reading omegaverse with omega segment ? 🤡☝⁉️ or if not uh uh uh um um um uh hm ‼️

fic !! with ! reader doesmt know anything abt dottore segments and were friends with dotty bt doesnt know hes a harbinger. anyway reader applies for fatui in secret and by chance got assigned to work under dott, but sometimes thered be a dottore around the corner after you Swore you just left a room with a dottore in it. or smth

Crackfic? Crackfic.

I Enlisted as a Joke But Now My Best Friend's my Boss And He's Everywhere

Dottore × GN! Reader

Between the two of you, Zandik had always been the smarter friend. It was hardly a surprise given his natural genius, but that also meant he often cautioned you against things he'd do himself simply because he knew you probably wouldn't succeed.

Still, knowing your friend worked for the Fatui intrigued you, moreso when he refused to tell you anything about it despite frequently declining plans to hang out in favour of his work. Truly, you liked to think Zandik was the one who forced your hand in the matter, leading to you enlisting in hopes you'd run into him more often. You hadn't thought you'd somehow end up as the second harbinger's assistant.

However, a win was a win, and you fully planned to rub it in Zandik's face after your first day at work. Except that he was already in Lord Dottore's office before you...seated in the harbinger's chair...

"My dear, I know you miss me when I'm away, but infiltrating my office as a new subordinate?" Zandik mused as he ruffled through your files, an all too familiar smirk peering out from under the beaked mask. "Zandik? Don't tell me yo-"

"Tsk, is that any way to address your boss?" Knowing Zandik, you were convinced he had you signed to him on purpose. That or fate thought itself a comedian. Begrudgingly, you received your first task from him and trudged over to the lab at the end of hall.

"Dearest, how lovely of you to finally join me here. Hurry up, there's only so much time in a day." Zandik ushered you in, shooing you around to get you to work. Wait. There's no way he got there before you did - you swore he didn't even leave his seat.

Perhaps he had access to some shortcut in a way, though it wouldn't quite make sense why he didn't just take you with him. You weren't given much time to ponder though, as Zandik once again chastised you to get to work instead of zoning out.

Right, you had a job as his assistant. But when he left the lab for a bit only to reappear a second later, you were sure something was up.

"Weren't you going to get something?" you probed. Tilting his head to one side, he smiled at you. "Get what? We have everything necessary at the moment."

This one sounded different too. Perhaps you were imagining it, but you were certain your friend's voice had never been that high. You would've brushed the thought aside though, had he not noted your slight confusion.

"Something off? Perhaps you'd like to share your thoughts?" he said as he laid his hands on your shoulders. Fearful, you shook your head, uncertain how he'd take your suspicions though you were sure that as perceptive as he was, he already knew.

And he did, as he chuckled when he left the room, a spring in his step as he ushered his other clones into the lab with you.

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[mori-shige]

im looking back through your page bc i do rlly adore your art and i just wanted to mention how cool tamsin and namiko (i think those are their names!) are!!! im super curious abt them, so anything you'd wanna say abt them I'd love to hear!

Thank you!! I'm glad someone asked because I am always in the mood to infodump about my ocs. Fair warning, this may get long as I have a tendency to ramble when I'm passionate about something-

You were correct about their names. Namiko and Tamsin are both what I call "cave elves" which are essentially elves who have adapted over time to life in a dark environment, hence why they look like toothpaste incarnates. I intend to actually flesh out the species more later on as it's a little hard to explain when I don't know myself what the species consists of.

Namiko (she/her) is my main oc (hence the pfp) and I initially created her because my teacher assigned a character design projects for my art foundations class in 2022. This was my first drawing of her, actually:

Namiko doesn't have as much substance as other characters of mine but I do enjoy drawing her often because I imagine she has a very snarky personality and is a bit of a prank-fanatic. She's also the closest I have to a persona since I draw her so frequently, so she shares a couple traits of mine (and is most often featured in the obscure meme art I draw.) Small Namiko art dump:

Tamsin (she/xir) is more fleshed out than Namiko is. I created her on a whim because a friend of mine asked me what Namiko was and I found myself so tongue-tied that I decided to draw another character of her species in an attempt to find an answer. I made her 7 months after Namiko and she started out a little rough, and I removed eye number 7 later on.

Tamsin is basically a mom friend. Very considerate and often worries about her friends, albeit being a little basic (she would definitely frequent Starbucks, just look at her). She's got a lot of siblings so I envision xir to unintentionally baby her friends around or take time to explain things thoroughly like she would to a child. She definitely also advocates for being yourself, I can imagine her being reminiscent of a kind old woman who doesn't quite understand peoples' struggles but supports them nonetheless.

As for Namiko and Tamsin's relationship, I'd say they're probably more of the childhood friend type, kind of like a sisterly relationship. They tolerate one another, but they aren't super enthused to hang out as much since they grew apart as they got older. When they do hang out, most of their interactions include Tamsin being extremely anxious and reluctant because Namiko is about to do something stupid without any thought about the consequences. Tamsin art dump (the photo from this point on may be a little older, as I don't draw Tamsin as much):

You didn't ask, but these fools also have two more friends that make up their friend group, Harlow and Vesper.

Harlow (they/them) is often viewed by others as childish due to their whopping height of 4'9", but they are actually decently mature and well-mannered. They adore reptiles, and have a still-unnamed pet snake who means the world to them (despite the fact that Tamsin, their best friend, is a little hesitant to befriend their pet). I have been working on a little project regarding Harlow and a friend of theirs, but I shan't spoil it for now so here's a tiny Harlow-sized dump:

Vesper (she/they) is probably the least-drawn and also the least fleshed out of the group, even compared to Namiko. Speaking of Namiko, the two are best friends and share a love for getting on peoples' nerves. Vesper doesn't have much of a filter, though. Namiko is the type to TP your house for the funnies, Vesper is the type to place a thumbtack on your seat for the funnies.

Some dynamics and side details about the group are all written out in a discord channel so I'll copy paste them:

Vesper and Tamsin are the type to get in arguments. Not very intense arguments, just Tamsin pulling the "Hey, stop that" card whenever Vesper tries something stupid, which is a lot. Tamsin has a few younger siblings, so she has a bit of the mom-friend personality. She's a very sarcastic type when it comes to Vesper.

Vesper and Harlow are basically that "he asked for no pickles" meme. She sees Harlow as a bit of the baby of the group, which causes them a little frustration, but I feel they'd be pretty open to each other. I could see them ranting to one another.

I always imagined Vesper would have a very honest way of speaking. She'd blurt something out and be brutally honest, which doesn't always work to her favor. Also, she definitely put way too much effort into learning how to solve Rubix cubes. I can imagine her being a speed cuber in her free time, but she keeps it to herself mostly. Tamsin would act like the teacher that makes kids say bye to inanimate objects and it pisses everyone off.

Tamsin tries to make baked goods like a kind grandma but none of xir friends have the heart to tell xir that they taste like dirt. Tamsin is also constantly on the verge of rage and hates taking care of kids but puts on a front because little kids love xir for some reason.

That's all, and I'm so so sorry that this post is a behemoth. I went on a tangent and honestly I don't think I even described the characters well, but I'm super honored that you like my art and here's a little doodle to end this ask!

[knowltonsrangers]

Hi! So uh finals a kicking my ass rn and I was wondering if I could get some Nathan Hale fluff/comfort? Maybe how he would react to y/n being stressed out abt their studies or something academic related? I know this prompt is vague and maybe kinda confusing so go nuts! I love your work! Ideal location is going great so far!

[a/n: glitch ❤️❤️!! I feel you!! absolutely you can!! and no it’s not vague at all, I gotchu! best of luck on finals, you’ve got this!! thank you so much for all your love & support, please enjoy :) ]

Nathan Hale x reader

Suddenly, it all went in slow motion. The way the never ending assignments list dwindled down to the three biggest ones you had neglected wholly the entire semester. And something about saving them for last, something about looking at the prompts and just not doing them, sounded great about now.

The stress swelled in your chest when you caught the time, feeling the pressure build.

“Oh yikes, why are your shoulders so tense?”

It’s a simple question, one that can be supplied with an easy enough answer, but to which you forgot that Nathan was on the bed behind you, reading a book.

When you yelp in response, spinning wildly in your swivel chair to catch the blondes gaze.

“Have you forgotten I was here?”

He watches you curiously, catching the way your shoulders droop downwards and eyes move in and out of focus.

“Yeah…”

Admitting sheepishly, you rub at your upper arms in an embarrassed way. Nathan had been so quiet, so completely silent, that it wouldn’t have taken much to get you jumping in your seat.

“That’s okay. You seem a bit stressed, though,”

“Mhm. Very. I need a Red Bull and a miracle to get these assignments done.”

“Want help?”

He basically bounces off the bed, tossing his book to the side effortlessly.

“And stop drinking Red Bull’s, they’re bad for you.”

“No, I did this to myself, you don’t need—hey!”

It’s almost amusing the way he shoves you out of your assignments, the ones you were trying to accomplish.

“I have a teaching degree, I can help.”

“I don’t think that applies to a research analysis on—“

“And why not? Such little faith.”

You watch as his blue eyes run across the screen of your computer, taking mental notes here and there as he pauses.

“Why’d you save this for last minute, y/n?”

“Do you think that’s helping.”

You deadpan, his freckled face turning back to stare at you.

“Mhm, sounds like you need a break. You sound cranky.”

“No, I can’t take a break, I need—Nathan! What are you doing?!”

He’s nudging you in your wheely chair, apparently. Moving you closer to the bed, where he promptly scoops you up in his arms, then throws you right smack in the middle of the mattress.

You land with an oof.

Before you can open your mouth to protest, even get a word in yourself, he’s dived on top of you, but not fully putting his entire weight, caging you between his arms.

“Don’t worry, y/n. You’ll get it done. I promise. And I can help you, that’s what I’m here for,”

Nathan leans down to pepper your face in kisses, the soft touch makes a red heat crawl to your face.

A smile makes its way to your lips, and you can’t help but feel a little better. If anything, the assignments and exams would get done. Finals week was meant to be hell, and unfortunately there was no way around it. Just perseverance.

“Yeah, you’re right. Thanks,”

Right when you’ve calmed down, he reaches down and placed a cold hand on your stomach, reaching under the hem of your shirt.

“Yeah, aren’t I always?”

“Noo—please don’t—Nathan!”

As he begins to tickle you, just enough to get that tiny smile into a full-blown grin, he knows that he’s gotten your mind off the subject for just a few minutes. You needed it, a second to recollect and move forward. He’d do it any time if you asked, even without asking. He loves you, and that’s what it means.

That’s what he’s here for.

[a/n: YOU GOT THIS!!! hang in there!!! mwah xoxo♥️]

[tryhardgwen]

rs archive 12/17/2023:

re: all my love fic. do you have any childhood memories/stories of the family that you didn't include in the fic? :)

oh absolutely!! i think i have a lil list of headcanons and scenes hehe

seongwoong teaching the boys (well, wooje) to drive in the mustang

honestly i had a lot of ideas for car scenes from their childhood. like i mentioned the assigned seatings, but i imagine car rides was just loud fighting over who gets aux HEHE. and i didnt write a single car scene.

i actually have an elaborate backstory planned for them like ok, sanghyeok lived with his grandma and then at some point in life minhyung's parents dropped him off bc they didnt want him (more like, he was abandoned and then sanghyeoks gma was the only one who was like. no one taking this kid? ight.) so for a while it was just those 2 + gma. i imagine somehow or another seongwoong comes dragging along hyunjoon that me met in the foster system (gma had a veryy big heart so she volunteered a lot i think) and she doesnt foster them legally they just.. run away and live with her.. but then gma dies and honestly the logistics are NOT thought out but then it was just the four of them :) no cops checking in for them who knows where they went uhhh its a small town trust no one cared enough ok.

idk why i didnt write this but i REFERRED to it sorta, just teenage wooje and hyunjoon going on dates in the mustang parked out in the woods listening to music and talking and star watching and whatnot

also, minseoks mom disciplines the hell out of all boys I SHOULD HAVE INCLUDED HER MORE BECAUSE I SWEAR IN MY MIND SHES THERE SO OFTEN?? shes like all their moms! after meeting before meeting sanghyeok for the first time she thought they were quote unquote "bad kids" bc no one cared abt them.. hence why she didnt let minseok hang out with them.. but then she was like "wtf why are these kids living alone oh my god."

also, minseok dying his hair pink. with box dye. (iirc i mentioned that he hair used to be pink back when he was 20 and i imagine it was that shade since his senior year to up when wooje left town) anyway, wooje helps him. he shows up the next day at school and minhyung is fucking Floored.

other than those broad ideas honestly i included most of the ideas i had while i was writing the fic bc im self indulgent as hell. i do daydream and think about more tho which is where a lot of the above comes from.

[w0rldly-oyster]

AHHHHHH I have so much to do and so little time. My father will not do my CSS profile despite me freaking out and asking him to do it bc I want to get my result from CWRU on the day I’m supposed to even though I like 100% got rejected. Ugh but the fact that they’re asking for it made my mom say I prob got an interview even though I def didn’t and that’s like giving me false hope. I don’t want to deal w disappointment again so soon I alrdy cried over Rochester bc I was freaking out that I won’t get in anywhere 😭😭😭 and I have to do my court cases project and solo and ensemble is on Saturday and I have to practice singing for my class on Sunday and current events project due Monday and SSA due feb 1st and like every decision I care abt besides the Ivy ones are coming out next week/ in the coming weeks and I have to figure out wtf is going on with the uv might trying and do MATH bc we have to have all the info by Monday so we can get our video ready and we’re getting assigned seats in ipr which means I can’t sit next to my new #bestie who GHOSTED me for literally no reason omfg I can’t be making enemies this soon to the end of the school year not when I have sixty billion other things. I also have smth else on Sunday I forget what it is tho. It’s important I think. AND MY BAND DRESS DOESNT FIT ANYMORE SO IDK WHAT IM GOING TO WEAR ON SAT. Maybe if I like don’t eat breakfast it’ll fit?? Ugh why didn’t I get a size up why did I think I’d stay at that size for the rest of my life like my chest wasn’t done growing yet what was wrong with me. I’ll have to wear a ficking compression top underneath just to get it to fit probably god why did my **** get bigger without my consent and I’m turning 18 soon except my vote doesn’t matter at all bc I love in the reddest of red states and my relatively liberal city couldn’t even elect more than One democrat to our city council. I need to find black dress pants and think about a prom dress and figure out how to be a normal conversationalist soon bc at lunch today this girl was like trying to engage in conversation with me but I had no idea what to say to continue it!!! And it was fine but I sounded uninterested and she’s nice and she showed me prom dress pics on her phone ugh. This is turning into the type of rant I used to post on my spam cf so small that no one could read it with like a crazy girl song (but incredibly basic bc I have no music taste) in the background but tbh this is more cathartic. And all I did today was pick my brother up go to subway and sit at work for 20 mins bc my studnet didn’t even show up. Oh well easy $15 I guess. I def could’ve gotten things done but I just. Didn’t. There are other things due soon as well I believe oh I was forgetting abt the calc project. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahxhdijsiwndjclwnfodjdjdnfjffn