#nerdy nightly

[fortunesfaevor]

Been trying to distract myself from the pain of Critical role by watching Roleplay Relay's actual play. It's been a huge help!

[hoshifighting]

idk if someone asked you this but i’m a new reader and I REALLY REALLY LOVE YOUR WORKS!!!

can you please make wonwoo, the nerdy president who u thought was innocent and sweet but he’s the one behind ur fave nsfw audio creator???? AND HE’S A HARDFUCKER.. not what u expected tho..

i don’t know if i make sense but please pretty please 😭☝️

Synopsis: where you discover that the nerdy class president is the one man who creates the most nasty NSFW audios that you spend long nights listening to. WC: 2.8k WARNINGS: smut, audio porn, masturbation, hard fuck, dirty talk (obviously), bad sleeping habits (because of wonwoo), fingering, spanking, dirty talk, pussy eating, penetrative sex, protected sex, wonwoo whining, a lil invasion of privacy.

you’ve been running on fumes all day, the hazy buzz of sleep deprivation clinging to your brain like static. it’s no surprise, really. your night had gone the way it always does: you got home, flopped into your chair, threw on your headphones, and let onyx_lens—your favorite nsfw asmr creator—drag you under with that stupidly deep voice of his.

it was kind of pathetic, actually. you barely remember what the script was about—something about obedience or whatever—but you do remember the sound of his voice sinking into your brain like warm honey, making you cum so hard that you blacked the fuck out right after. now here you were, bleary-eyed and trying to stay upright in literature class, the regret of last night’s poor choices catching up with you.

wonwoo, the class president who was somehow both effortlessly chill and annoyingly observant, had been glancing at you every few minutes. you could feel his eyes on you as your head dipped forward for the third time, only to snap back up like a busted bobblehead.

but, in true wonwoo fashion, he didn’t say anything. no scolding, no judgmental sighs—just quiet observation.

when class finally ended, you were ready to yeet yourself into a nap for a solid 72 hours. you were shoving your stuff into your bag when wonwoo’s voice cut through the noise.

“you good?”

you froze. his voice wasn’t the same as onyx_lens’s, obviously, but it had that same deep, smooth timbre that made your brain short-circuit for a second. it didn’t help that his question sounded so much like something out of an nsfw script. you turned to face him, hoping your face wasn’t giving away how flustered you suddenly were. “uh—yeah,” you said, shaking your head a little too quickly. “just tired.”

wonwoo raised an eyebrow. “not sleeping well?”

your brain screamed. your tired, half-horny brain screamed louder. the overlap of his voice and onyx_lens in your head was un-fucking-bearable. you managed to nod, muttering something about late nights and deadlines, hoping he wouldn’t pry.

he didn’t, but his next question wasn’t much better.

“think you could help me with the sci-fi project? your last lit analysis was good, and i could use the extra pair of hands.”

you blinked at him. “me?”

he nodded, adjusting his glasses. “you. unless you’re too busy with...whatever’s keeping you up.”

oh, you mean my nightly sessions with onyx_lens and my vibrator?

you swallowed hard and tried to play it cool. “nah, i can help.”

and that’s how you found yourself standing outside wonwoo’s apartment later that evening, clutching your bag. his place was exactly what you’d expect from him—minimalist, neat, and smelling faintly of coffee.

“come in,” he said, holding the door open for you. ��make yourself comfortable.”

easier said than done. you perched awkwardly on his couch as he set up his laptop on the coffee table, your eyes darting around the room in an attempt to ignore how nice his voice sounded in person.

“so,” he began, sitting across from you, “any ideas for the project?”

you cleared your throat, trying to focus. “uh, maybe something about robots and humanity? like, exploring ethical dilemmas or something.”

wonwoo nodded thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on you in a way that made your skin heat. “good idea. we could tie that into the main themes from class.”

he leaned forward slightly, scrolling through a document on his laptop, and you couldn’t help but notice how his glasses slipped down his nose. you were so not prepared for this level of proximity or his stupidly deep voice.

“you okay?” he asked again, glancing at you.

you blinked, realizing you’d been staring. “yeah, just...thinking.”

his lips twitched into a small, knowing smile. “good. let me know if you need a break or...anything.”

the way he said anything sent a shiver down your spine. you weren’t sure if it was exhaustion, residual arousal from last night, or the sheer presence of wonwoo in his element, but your brain was a mess.

you were supposed to be helping him with this project, but all you could think about was the way his voice would sound whispering in your ear, saying things that would make onyx_lens blush.

you were so close to winning the “most pathetic college student of the year” award it wasn’t even funny. after much back-and-forth with wonwoo, class president of your downfall, you somehow convinced him to let you walk home alone. except the man still went all soft and paid for a taxi anyway, which, like… thanks? but also stop being so nice, what the hell.

it was nearing 11 p.m. when you got home, and as if on cue, your phone pinged with a notification: onyx_lens’s weekly live is starting.

you stared at it for a second, blinking in disbelief. today’s theme? "neon circuits and orgasm denial (a cyberpunk experience) 8d audio"

sci-fi-themed. of fucking course.

you almost laughed at the audacity of the universe for this one. was this some sort of cosmic joke? was wonwoo onyx_lens?! no way. no goddamn way. you shook off the thought as delulu nonsense and dragged yourself to the bathroom for a quick sponge bath.

by the time you flopped into your chair, headphones on, the live was already in full swing. that voice—that stupidly deep, velvety voice—flooded your ears as the chat buzzed with unhinged comments. onyx purred, and you were done for.

you couldn’t even focus on the sci-fi plot he was spinning, something about rogue androids, monster cock, neon vibrators and human experimentation. his voice wrapped around you like a silk chokehold, and you were gone—just a vibrating mess in your chair, coming undone embarrassingly fast.

fast forward to the next morning: you woke up feeling like a used dishrag. again. headphones still on, your phone dead, and the memory of last night’s live replaying in your brain like a broken record.

by the time you dragged yourself to class, you were running on fumes and vibes. your hoodie was scrunched up around your face, making you look like a cross between a gremlin and an overgrown baby.

wonwoo noticed. you could feel his eyes boring into you as you tried—and failed—to stay upright. you were so close to just giving in and laying flat on the floor. honestly, it might’ve been comfier than your chair at that point.

wonwoo, sitting two rows away, looked like he was internally debating whether to intervene or let you rot in peace. when the bell rang, you startled awake like you’d been electrocuted, nearly knocking your stuff off your desk in the process.

“you okay?” he asked, falling into step beside you as you shuffled out of the classroom like a zombie.

“i’m fine,” you mumbled, voice muffled by your hoodie. “just need food. like, now.”

you detoured to the convenience store on the way to his apartment, snagging an entire kimbap roll and tearing into it like a starving animal. wonwoo followed behind, holding your water bottle with a look that was equal parts judgment and amusement.

“you couldn’t wait?” he asked, watching as you ate half the roll in one bite.

“bro,” you said around a mouthful of rice, “if i didn’t eat this, i was gonna pass out on the cold asphalt. your problem now, mr. class president.”

he rolled his eyes but didn’t argue, just handed you your water like the reluctant babysitter he was.

this was going to be a long afternoon.

you couldn’t help yourself. the suspicion had been eating away at you for weeks now, ever since you first heard his voice in class and that nagging sense of déjà vu set in. wonwoo had escaped to the bathroom, and you had the perfect opportunity to snoop.

your fingers hovered over his notebook, but then your gaze darted back to your own screen. back and forth, back and forth. his notebook. yours. the coincidences were piling up like a conspiracy wall in your head. the voice, the specific vocabulary choices, even the cadence—how did i not notice this earlier?!

“fuck it,” you whispered to yourself, grabbing his notebook and quickly pulling up the site where you normally streamed your favorite asmr creator. just to check. just to confirm your theory.

your heart pounded as the site loaded, every second dragging like molasses. the channel page opened, and at first, it seemed normal. too normal. you almost clicked away, feeling stupid for even suspecting anything.

but then you saw it: edit profile. analytics.

your breath caught, and a sharp scoff escaped you as you crossed your arms. oh, my god. the realization hit you like a freight train. it’s him. wonwoo. class president. sci-fi nerd. “how the fuck did i not notice?” you muttered, half impressed by his audacity.

you were so lost in your spiraling thoughts that you didn’t hear him return—until his voice, practically kissed your earlobe.

“what. do. you. think. you. are. doing?”

you jumped so hard your knee slammed into the underside of the desk. whipping around, you found wonwoo standing over you, his expression unreadable but his jaw tight.

“uh—nothing?” you stammered, trying to slam your laptop shut, but his hand darted out and stopped you.

“‘nothing’ doesn’t look like you snooping through my computer,” he said, his voice dangerously calm.

your cheeks burned. “okay, fine, maybe i was curious—”

“you were curious?” his tone sharpened. “curious enough to invade my privacy?”

“invade your—bro, you’re literally whispering dirty robot sex fantasies to the entire internet. how is that private?”

“that’s different!” his ears flushed a deep red, and you couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. “that’s content. this—this is personal.”

you rolled your eyes, leaning back in your chair. “oh, please. you’re mad i figured it out. admit it.”

he leaned closer, towering over you now, his hand pressing down on the desk beside you. “what do you want, huh? blackmail? are you gonna tell everyone?”

you laughed, loud and incredulous. “tell everyone?! dude, relax. i’m not gonna expose your little side hustle. besides…” you smirked, tilting your head to look up at him. “you should be thanking me. clearly, i’m a fan.”

wonwoo’s eyes darkened, and his lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out. 

“you’re a what?” he asks, your pulse skyrocketing as he stepped even closer, crowding you against the chair.

“did i stutter?” you whispered, the challenge clear in your tone.

his mouth crashed onto yours, teeth and tongue and frustration. you barely had time to process it before he was yanking you out of the chair, his hands rough as they gripped your hips and spun you around.

“you want to act like a brat,” he growled into your ear, his voice so reminiscent of his asmr persona that it made you roll your eyes back slighty, “then you’re gonna get treated like one.”

he bent you over the desk, the cold surface pressing against your chest as he yanked down your college skirt and underwear at once. his fingers slid through your folds, already slick just from being around him.

“so fucking wet,” he muttered, almost to himself. “you get off on this, don’t you? knowing it’s me.”

“shut your mouth,” you gasped, but it came out more like a moan as he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them and pressing them hard on your front wall.

“make me,” he challenged, his other hand coming down sharply on your ass. the sting made you gasp, your hips jerking against his hand as you tense on the desk.

the pace of his fingers was relentless, his thumb circling your clit in time with the thrusts. every part of your body was starting to be feveirsh, and you hated—hated—how easily he was unraveling you. you spent nights thinking about how it would be if onyx fucked you, and here you are. of course you would be a mess in a second.

“sorry” he mocked you. “am i too much for you?”

you clenched around his fingers, your nails digging into the desk as you tried to hold back a moan. “you talk too fucking much actually wonwoo,” you hissed.

“yeah, that's what's paying me at nights” wonwoo chuckled darkly, pulling his fingers out and flipping you onto your back with his big arms. before you could protest, he was kneeling between your legs, his mouth suddenly hot and insistent against your core, better than any other vibrator you insisted on using at night.

the sounds—the wet, obscene sounds of his tongue—mixed with your whimpers as he devoured you like a man starved. his hands gripped your thighs, holding you open as you tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation.

“stop—”

“stop?” he looked up, his chin glistening. “not until you admit i’m your favorite.”

you glared down at him, breathless and defiant. “you’re such an asshole.”

“and yet…” he smirked, diving back in and flicking his tongue against your clit until your head fell back, a broken moan spilling from your lips.

it didn’t take long before you were coming undone, your body shaking as his mouth pulled your clit. wonwoo didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down, dragging out your orgasm until you were a trembling, incoherent chaos beneath him.

wonwoo doesn’t waste a second after pulling back, his hands flipping you over again so you’re bent over the desk, your cheek pressed to the cool surface as he grinds against you. the thick outline of his cock rubs against your dripping folds, still covered by the soft fabric of his grey sweatpants. you gasp, your hips jerking back involuntarily, and his pearly-white smile flashes above you.

“look at that,” he murmurs, almost smug, as a dark spot begins to spread on his sweatpants from your slick. “you’re soaking me through.”

the way he emphasizes the word makes your back contort in shivers, but you’re too far gone to care. your fingers claw at the desk as he keeps humping against you, his pace quickening. when he finally pulls back, you hear the shuffle of fabric as he yanks down his sweatpants and briefs. the soft clink of a drawer opening catches your attention, and you crane your neck to see him sliding on a condom.

“you’re still melting all over my desk,” he rubs a hand over the curve of your ass. “can’t even wait for me, huh?”

before you can respond, his hand comes down sharply on your ass, the sting making you gasp. he doesn’t stop, spanking you again and again until your skin is flushed and burning.

“you look so pretty like this,” he says, his hand smoothing over the heated skin before gripping your waist and lining himself up. “all messy and desperate for me.”

when he pushes in, stretching you inch by inch until you’re full and breathless, pussy trying to clench at his big grith to adjust. wonwoo groans, his head falling forward as he sinks in to the hilt.

your walls flutter around him, and he moans at the feeling, the sound so real and raw that it sends a jolt straight to your core.

“talk to me,” you manage to gasp, your voice muffled against the desk.

he chuckles, his pace picking up as he leans down to whisper in your ear. “you want me to talk dirty? you want me to tell you how tight you are? how good you’re taking me?”

you moan in response, your hips bucking back against him as his words send you curling.

“yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he continues, his voice thick with lust. your moans grow louder, and he suddenly remembers the videos you must’ve listened to—the whining, the moaning. the thought makes his stomach flip, and he decides to give you exactly what you want.

he starts letting out soft whimpers, his voice breaking with each thrust, the sounds spilling out almost involuntarily. “fuck, babe, you’re gonna make me cum—”

the genuine desperation in his voice drives you wild, and your body clenches around him, pulling him deeper. he groans, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you’re sure they’ll leave marks, but you don’t care.

“please,” he moans, his voice high and strained. “let me cum for you. let me—fuck—”

you push back against him, meeting his thrusts as your own climax builds, your breaths coming in short, broken gasps. the room is filled with the wet, obscene sounds of your bodies moving together, and the tension snaps all at once.

you come hard, your body shaking as you cry out, and wonwoo isn’t far behind. his hips stutter, a guttural moan escaping him as he spills into the condom, his body trembling with the force of it.

he collapses over you, his chest heaving against your back as you both try to catch your breath. after a moment, he presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, his voice still hoarse as he murmurs, “guess i’m a little better live, hm?”

you just let out a defeated moan, the coldness of the table soothing your hot cheeks.

“keep quiet about this, and i'll keep giving you more.” well, it's just an excuse that wonwoo said to fuck you over again.

[meganegatari]

pathetic/nerdy/loser/perverted ellie ramble AJAKSOJSOJS. LOTS OF SMUT!! quick and really crass, just needed to get this outta my system LMFAO. want some more? click here for the continuation!!

she'd be pining for you so hard, just consumed entirely by the limerence, so impossibly down bad for everything about you, it ate her up inside. she needed you in every way possible, needed to smell you, to taste you, to feel you clench around her fingers and tongue, she wanted you to crush her head —glasses and all—with your thighs, she needed it all.

and yeah, she did feel creepy about it—staring at your tits from afar, maybe sitting in the park someday after her class, thank god for transitional lenses. she felt her face go tomato-red from the shame, what in the world was she doing, ogling her sort of-friend like that, but fuck did it fuel her fantasies.

in the dark of the night, you were the only thing occupying her poor, horny mind, as she stuffed two, no, three digits in her soaking pussy, using every morsel of her imagination to materialize the sight of you being the one to make her see stars. she'd imagine covering you in marks and hickeys, watching your wrist flex while you were knuckle deep inside of her.

her eyes brimming with tears, knuckles dripping in pearly cum forming a fucking puddle beneath her, pounding in and out of her quivering walls over and over and over again until she felt light-headed, she found it the only way to cope.

“ugh- fuck baby, yeah that's it..mmf." whines and just the utmost pathetic pleas tumbled from her swollen, rosy lips, her clit near aching from the abuse she thrusted on it nightly. chanting your name in the night akin to a prayer— ironic. this was anything but holy—imagining the way your tits would bounce, the way you'd cry her name out and drench her in your fluids, she'd even imagine herself on her knees, being the one staring up at you between your legs as you run your nails through her hair, hold her chin.

“please, wanna cum again, c'mon baby. fuck, fuck, fuck- yeah, hnn-!!” tears fully streaming down her freckled cheeks at this point, her whole body tensing as she came for what seemed like the thousandth time this night, she continued until it was causing her a great deal of pain. until she was completely wrung dry. “...what am i doing. fuckin’ hell.”

breathing heavily, the shame really sets in now. what was she doing? rolling over in her damp bed, she'd groan while the embarrassment made her cheeks burn hotter than the deepest pits of hell—where she's convinced she's gonna enjoy the hospitality of if she keeps this up—she'd bury her face in her pillow and pass out into a slumber, only until the cycle repeats itself the next night.

but little did she know, her experience was being mirrored, almost with creepy accuracy, wherever you were. pining just as hard for the lanky loser you were mere acquaintances with. teasing her on purpose, just to watch the dark flush spread across her features, to watch her shift uncomfortably and avoid your taunting stare with everything she's got, squeeze her thighs together to soothe the ache you knew she was going to take care of later as soon as you part ways. it drove you nuts too. if only she knew. if only!

WHY DID THIS EAT LMAOOO but oop went a little overboard my bad um ok enjoy bye can u tell im in a mood lately pls give me notes even tho its 2am ik everyones dead but oh well luv u

[samsm2mstories]

Matt > Ollie

A few hours ago, I was the typical Jock, loved sports, and attention, but something was missing in my life. I was known as a lion because of my huge cock. It was so annoying as I was horny all tye tome and people could see them outline of it when I wore shorts. It was so easy to fuck people but I was bored of it.

This is where Ollie came in to help. He spoke to me about how he wished he was like me, and I ended up telling him how I would love to become a cute nerd twink like him. He was actually shocked hearing it. He asked me if I was willing to trade bodies with him, and I said yes! He showed me this weird device that has a node, and it meant to transfer our minds but leaving everything behind.

I sat there with the node on my head, and he pressed the device on. I felt my body froze as I was being extracted painfully, but out of the blue, I was sitting where Ollie was and saw my body in front moving.

I felt new knowledge about science, maths, everything, and lust for jocks? I felt my smaller cock get hard seeing Ollie in my body flexing. I looked at my new body, and it felt so tight and sexy! I was finally a cute nerdy twink!!! I was Ollie at last!! I remembered how I had OF and loved guys fucking me.

I spoke to Matt, and we both loved this swap, we felt love and decided to kiss. He agreed to collaborate with me, and the video went viral. Matt is now my dom top, and he sure satisfies me nightly. I love how he ruins my hole as he needs to keep his cock calm. We have fucked so any times at college and this was the best life ever.

Everyone respected our relationship, and we had so many threesomes as sometimes I wanted to top a fellow jock.

The device? I kept it hidden away as Matt and I agreed to steal ourselves fresh young bodies when we reached 40.

[killsaki]

i loveeeeeeee nerdy, loser, over introverted, heavily bullied in the past men who get all weird and possessive when you’re even the tiniest bit nice to them…… you helped him pick up a pencil he didn’t know he dropped and now you’re light of his life and hes planning the death of any men who speak to you…… he’s breaking into your apartment to smell your panties and imagining your life together before you get home from work and he sneaks back out to watch your nightly routine through the window …. dreamy sigh

[hakkkuu]

✮PAIRING: pervert!sohee x female!reader

✮WORD COUNT: 1.1K

✮SYNOPSIS: sohee, a nerdy loner obsessed with anime porn, lives in a room plastered with erotic images. his life changes when you use a study session to explore his fantasies, leading to intense sexual encounters.

Sohee was the epitome of the nerdy outcast; his thin frame slightly hunched over, his glasses always smudged from being pushed back up his nose. His hair was a mess of black strands, often sticking out in different directions, a testament to his indifference to anything but his screen. His school uniform was perpetually wrinkled, the tie loose, as if his mind was always elsewhere, particularly in the dark, twisted corners of his anime porn collection. His bedroom was a shrine to his darkest fantasies.

Every inch of wall space was covered with posters of anime girls in provocative poses—school uniforms with skirts hiked up, breasts barely contained by thin fabric, or completely nude, their bodies glistening with sweat or cum. His computer, the heart of his nightly rituals, was never off, always playing some explicit anime scene. He would spend hours gooning, his hand rhythmically moving over his cock, his eyes locked on scenes of girls being dominated, tentacle invasions, or schoolgirl orgies. His favorite series involved a shy girl turned into a sex slave, each episode more depraved than the last.

Sohee often returned to this series, losing himself in the fantasy that paralleled his own desires, the shy facade of the protagonist mirroring his own reluctance to connect with others beyond the screen. He imagined himself being the one to rescue her, yet always found himself drawn to the darker urges—what if he could be the monster? What if he could dominate her instead? Such thoughts excited him further, a blend of nerves and exhilaration thrumming through him.

His collection of sex toys was extensive, hidden in plain sight. The drawer beside his computer was packed with an array of fleshlights, each one more anatomically detailed than the last, some with special textures meant to mimic the insides of a vagina or an anus. There were vibrators of all sizes, some for internal use, others designed for external stimulation. He had a set of anal beads, each one slightly larger than the last, and even a tentacle dildo, a direct homage to his favorite anime scenes. Bottles of various lubes lined up, from warming to cooling, and even some flavored ones for when he wanted to experiment with taste.

The air in his room was thick with the scent of his arousal, the floor often littered with used tissues or discarded lube packets. His bed was always unmade, the sheets stained from his nightly activities, a testament to his relentless pursuit of pleasure. He often lay awake at night, replaying memories of those intimate moments, his fantasies mingling with reality in a meld that blurred the lines between the two.

One day after school, you asked him for help with history, you noticed the twitch in his pants as he agreed, his voice cracking with nerves. Entering his room, you were immediately hit by the atmosphere—the posters, the computer screen still playing a scene of a girl being taken by tentacles, the toys laid out as if waiting for their owner's return. As you tried to discuss the fall of the Roman Empire, his eyes kept drifting to your body.

Your skirt was short enough to make him salivate, and your blouse was slightly open, revealing just enough cleavage to make his cock twitch. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the desire grappling against the remnants of embarrassment, and in that moment, curiosity took hold. What would it feel like to push his limits? Sohee’s notoriety for being a dirty nerd made him the perfect candidate for your experiment.

You decided to sit on his lap, feeling his erection press against you through his pants. His breath hitched, his hands gripping the chair's armrests. As you began to grind against him, his moans escaped in short, desperate gasps. The innocence of his demeanor masked the wave of lust building within him. Momentarily, his world opened up to include you, a canvas to which his fantasies could be painted anew. His pants grew damp as he came, his face a mix of shame and ecstasy.

You didn’t stop there. Kneeling, you unzipped him, and his cock sprang free, red and throbbing. You took it in your hand, slick with his own cum, stroking him, watching his face contort in pleasure. With each muffled whimper, you could feel his inhibitions melting away, lost in the warmth of your touch. His glasses were fogging up, his mouth open in silent moans as you took him into your mouth. The taste of him was musky, mixed with the lingering flavor of his earlier release.

Your own arousal heightened as you grabbed his favorite fleshlight, coating it with lube, sliding it down his length while you sucked on his balls. The mix of sensations sent him over the edge, and he came again, his body trembling, his cum filling the toy and spilling out around the sides. All the while, you reveled in the power you held over him, his blissful abandon becoming your own delight.

Not giving him a chance to recover, you mounted him, guiding his still-hard cock inside you. His inexperience was palpable; each thrust was awkward yet passionate, his hands finally daring to touch you, squeezing your breasts, sliding down to your hips. You ride him hard, his moans turning into cries, a symphony of need that only encouraged you further. His glasses fell off as he arched his back in another orgasm, each thrust driving deeper into his fantasies as he achieved his wildest dreams.

You commanded him to taste you, his tongue clumsy but eager, exploring you with the same fervor he watched his anime girls. The passion simmering in his movements transformed the environment—a blend of fantasy and reality where desires merged seamlessly. His final orgasm of the night came from the friction of the bed beneath him as he ate you out, completely lost in the sensations swirling around the two of you, his world relegated to this blissful moment shared solely between you.

Each interaction with you ignited a spark within Sohee, illuminating a path he unknowingly craved. After that day, every time he saw you in school, his pants would betray him, his trips to the bathroom frequent, his mind replaying the debauchery of your study sessions.

And in return for his continued, eager participation, your grades in history were nothing short of miraculous, each 'A' a silent thank you for the pleasure you both indulged in. With each passing day, the boundaries of your worlds blurred, a volatile mix of lust and learning that kept Sohee hooked within this fever dream.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

i am on my hands and knees begging u to write more stalker!anakin with perhaps a bit of perv!anakin sprinkled in 🙇‍♀️🙏🏽

also wanna take the time to say i looovee ur work

PAIRING: modern!stalker!anakin x f!reader

Author's note: didn't know if you mean stalker!nerd!ani or just basic ani (but if you meant nerdy geek, don't worry, stuff is coming) OKAY NOT ME FORGETTING ABOUT MY SERIES OF STALKER!MAFIA!ANAKIN...

ANAKIN SKYWALKER watched you through the crack in the curtains, hand dragging slowly down the wall as if he could feel you through it. You’re sprawled on your couch, legs spread, completely unaware that there's a pair of eyes that devour you, making sure every detail is seared into his memory. The soft curve of your legs, the way your shirt rides up just a little too high, exposing a teasing glimpse of your stomach—it all has him dizzy with need.

"Perfect," he mutters under his breath, other hand twitching at his side.

It wasn’t supposed to get this far, wasn’t supposed to become a nightly routine, but how could he stop? You’ve got him hooked, like a drug he’d never want to quit. He knows the routine of your evenings now: the way you kick off your shoes by the door, toss your bag onto the counter, and wander into the kitchen, humming some off-key melody that somehow drives him insane.

Tonight was no different. He adjusts his position outside, leaning against the railing as you shuffle into the kitchen. You’re making tea, your favorite one. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips as he imagines stepping behind you, just making you feel loved, worshipped, cherished.

Your head tilts, brow furrowing slightly as your eyes scan the darkness. He steps back, hiding in the from the spot that could make you notice him, yet even from that position he caught unease in your gaze. It send a thrill through him, a delicious wave of knowing he’s gotten under your skin without even touching you.

His hand creeps down to his waistband, breath shaky as fingers brush over himself through the fabric. “Fuck,” he hisses quietly, watching as you lift the steaming mug to your lips. It’s maddening, the way you sip so innocently, as if you’re not tempting him beyond reason already.

Eyes shut for a moment, other hand curled into a fist, his forehead resting against it before his hand sped up, stroking himself to the most beautiful image playing before his eyes.

But then you do something he wouldn't ever expect. You pause mid-sip, glancing towards the window. For a moment, he freezes, pulse stopping in his throat.

Did you see him?

“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispers to himself, grin spreading over his lips “You’re starting to notice me, aren’t you?”

The thought of you lying awake tonight, glancing at every corner, your heart pacing with fear and all the imagines of what could happen--it’s almost too much to bear. He palms himself harder, biting back a groan as his fantasies take over. He imagines you on that couch, moaning his name, nails digging into his shoulders, and your sweet voice trembling as you plead for something you don’t even fully understand.

Would you fight him at first? Try to push him away when he finally stepped out of the dark and claimed what’s rightly his? Or would you give in, submitting to his devotion, finally realizing you were meant to be his all along?

A soft noise pulls him from his thoughts, and his gaze snaps back to you. You’ve moved to the living room now, curling up on the couch with a blanket draped over your legs. Doing nothing but scrolling through your phone, completely unaware of what's really happening.

Anakin lets out a shuddering breath, his pupils blown wide with hunger. He can’t stay out here much longer. The craving to touch, to feel, is clawing at him, burning in his veins like fire.

Soon - he promised himself - Soon you’ll know.

And when you do? You’ll never have to be alone again, he'll make sure of that

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[msookyspooky]

I need to know what your headcanons are on modern dating of Billy, Stu and or Randy 😊💕

Oooh nice ♡ (I hate modern dating sm and will be single for life before doing dating culture. lol I was designed for dramatic darkest soul proclaimtions, letters of yearning and long drawn courting that last a season before even dating and even dating we're not dating long if I know ur it. I wasn't designed for 'what's ur snap' and was made to send Polaroid nudes in letters with dried flowers and my perfume and...Other things not 'showering? without me?' text... Lmfao but I'll try! 😅💖)

Modern 2025 Dating HC's for Scream Guys

Characters: Randy Meeks, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis

TW: Sex Mentioned, Modern Sexism/Discourse.

Randy Meeks

♡ He's sadly a Reddit user but not in an incel 'niceguysforum' way but in a Dad jokes and we arguing with a 15 year old with a big titty anime pfp on a thread over the symbolism in Hellraiser kind of way.

♡ May also be into the Softmaledom and GFD groups on there and gets ideas from it (He gives nerdy but sweet kinky boy once yall are doing it ya know he does)

♡ Met in Fandom Spaces or at a Horror Con (Dare I say...He'd also be into anime too? 👀 If he was it would be Monsters or Hellsing or anything by Junji I'm JS.)

♡ Would send you horror movie merch/buy it and it arrives on your doorstep. Expect matching couple merch.

♡ Sends you voice notes randomly of "Oh my God, babe. These freaking assholes don't understand that The Babadook was a fucking metaphor-" and it's embarrassingly long before he tries to delete and when that fails he acts like he was talking to himself and accidentally pressed record

♡ Constantly finds new horror movies to watch even cheap ones and FT you to watch it with him till you fall asleep

♡ Definitely FT nightly if you're long distance till one of you falls asleep

♡ Would have a YT channel, Tiktok channel or Podcast on Horror Movies or Crime

♡ Would call you something cringe but meme like pookie bear ironically (and unironically) also calls you 'kitten' as a joke because you both think it's funny acting like a discord Daddy and his kitten girl for the disgusted reactions

♡ Has you both hugging as his pfp and rubs it in other nerdy redflag incels faces like 'Oh no one loves you? 🥺 Damn, someone does me-' in internet arguments when he gets told 'She wont let you hit bro' when defending someone

♡ Became a damn germaphobe after Covid and makes you put your hands out to put sanitizer on. Flinches still when someone coughs w/o covering their mouth cause he had it and doesn't ever want it again

♡ Plays Outlast with you and you both are screaming and laughing hard all night long over the headset

Stu Macher

♡ Stu Macher too bad you died in 96; you would've thrived online

♡ Met you on an app like Tinder, Insta or Snapchat (Or asked for it)

♡ FT you doing random shit in silence + random dumbass noises to fill the silence like boy why tf you fting me while boiling water???

♡ Is so much harder to murder now so either he won't do it but be oddly fascinated by it or he will and is just extra careful

♡ Is such a troll with a keyboard. Only refers to women as bruh, bro, bby, baddie, bih, bop. Uses terms like fine shyt to describe you. Just over does '*xyz* Ahh', 'The huzz are watching', 'What the Sigma??', 'She mid' in comment sections just because he likes attention and knows ppl will be like 'sybau'...He'll even do it to you as his S/O just to rile you up.

♡ Giant troll even when dating. He sees a prank on TikTok? He's doing it and might record your reaction too

♡ Will send risky texts all day everyday. You've seen his dick at every angle. You've seen every surface from tailbone to tip. He always asks for pics in return and constantly pushes his luck wanting your face in them or video

♡ Uses emojis and reaction gifs

♡ Texts you good morning and it's Russian Roulette...Sweet or Surprise Morning Wood?

♡ Netflix and Chill Regularly

♡ Takes Selfies to send 24/7. He just messaged himself eating a McChicken to you...Probably some nasty sex joke in there somewhere somehow istg

♡ Likes when you borrow his clothes and take selfies to send to him. Is like '😍' at you in his oversized sweater for bed

♡ Surprises you with shit he saw on pornhub/horny side of X and sometimes its fun and other times you're like 'Hey, no. Nuh uh I don't bend like that.'

♡ Can be sweet in a funny way using heart eyed reaction images to ur selfies or 'Oh mmyyy Shaylaaaa! 😭💘😫' to something he finds cute

♡ Will text you at 1am 'you up?' or 'I'm bored :(' and if you answer and he lives close he will be at your door with food

♡ Would think all women are either bops/thots, femcels or baddies (srry I fear misogyny is somehow worse/more open now like wtf happened)

♡ Claims Human Centipede or Tusk was hilarious and he might actually think that but he could also be lying bc he knows it will get a reaction from you

♡ Constant reaction pics to what you say like he's on X comment section

♡ Is rich enough he'll get those heartbeat rings/bracelets then forgets to wear it with you

Billy Loomis

♡ This mfer is a pretty boy edgelord incel (Travesty rlly) I am sorry; sad but true

♡ Still kills or has fantasy of it but would have to be way sneakier

♡ Met you organically because he doesn't like apps and claims it and hookup culture have destroyed society (...He says as he's scrolling X/Twitter)

♡ Will randomly send you sad qoutes and ur like 'oh god are you okay???' thinking he's in danger and he acts like he accidentally sent it

♡ If you're a girl; he constantly claims you're 'not like other girls' madonna whore complex kicks his ass everytime

♡ Will get petty if you miss his text or don't respond right away

♡ Talks to you about movies but is like 'Sorry...You probably never heard of it' then quizzes you bc he refuses to believe you *understand* an artistic *masterpiece* like Clockwork Orange (Sarcasm on my part)

♡ Would either listen to 90's grunge, Indie Rock or like $uicideboy$ type stuff

♡ Never sends you a selfie of himself smiling its always him looking tired or mad or blurry

♡ FT you at the worst angle ever like a 50 yr old man

♡ Doesn't use emojis except 🖤 if ur lucky

♡ Gets so pissed at Stu who pisses him off on purpose like 'WHAT THE HELL IS SKIBIDI TOILET I'M GONNA PUNCH YOU-"

♡ May have moments where he genuinely lets his walls down by sending those reaction pics with words on them like you see on Pinterest and that's the only way he knows how to say stuff w/o saying it, ya know?

♡ Does have Spotify playlist that remind him of you and Pinterest boards too but wont admit it

♡ If you text him and use a petname he's like 'shut up' while ttly smiling at his phone since you can't see

♡ Wants to know ur location on ur phone or when u get home safe (...He's hiding outside ur house, babe.)

♡ Will fully let his walls down talking for hours to you about movies but his taste can get dark

♡ Surprisingly is more honest/open through text than in person

♡ Total Agoraphobia and uses his phone for dopamine escape while acting about it all. Only time he feels content is you in his bed or arms

[dykeadvocate]

༯ ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Fluff ♡ - Angst ✽ - Smut ✿ - Dark ✲

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Gamer Girl ♡

Streamer!Ellie HCs ♡

Nerdy!Ellie HCs ♡

Nerd!Ellie x Popular!Reader

Jealously, Jealously ♡

Comfort Crowd ♡

Fast Food Manager HCs ♡

Riding Ellie's Face ✿

Our Love Story Could Be Kinda Gory ✽

One Last Orgasm ✿

Streamer!Ellie Meeting Streamer!Reader ♡

Dinosaur Museum ♡

Fucking Ellie w/ Strap for The First Time

Streamer!Ellie x Streamer!Reader ♡

NSFW Streamer!Ellie x Reader HCS ✿

Two Little Lovebirds ♡

Werewolf!Ellie ✿

Violent Nature ✿ ✲

Nightly Meetings ✿ ✲

Hate Sex with Mobboss!Ellie

Streamer!Ellie x Streamer!Reader pt2 ♡

Streamer!Ellie x Streamer!Reader pt3 ♡

Ellie was the Imposter ✿ ✲ You're a crewmate on the ship and, unfortunately, stumble upon the imposter's first murder.

My Bitch ✿ ✲ Ellie gave you a chance at freedom, but you couldn't pay her back. now, you're forced to give yourself back over to her.

Pu$$ycam ✿ Ellie gets fucked with your cock on stream whilst being teased and degraded by you + twitch chat.

Fresh Blood Bag ✿ ✲ Ellie gets lost in the woods, so you drink her blood whilst fucking her pussy, and then you keep her as a personal blood bag.

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[makeitworse]

CRUSH

minho’s got a crush, and he’s far from casual about it. but he was wrong about just how perfect you are for him.

𝓬ontains: dark themes. f!reader x minho. yandere. college au. nerdy minho. stalking. jealousy. perversion. unreliable narrator. brief violence. masturbation. he cums from kissing. wrote him subby oops. 18+

𝓷otes: as voted by u guys, minho is the skz member most likely to be a yandere (no one is surprised). like usual i’m writing this while sleepy + smut might be buns + didn’t proofread but enjoyy

minho’s hand slithers between his legs like clockwork. it’s a nightly routine, he can’t sleep without you.

eyelids fluttering shut, minho replays the day in his head: every glorious glimpse of you flashes through his mind as he palms himself through the fabric of his boxers. slowly, just until he gets to the good part.

every moment in passing is a delicacy. all of your little quirks he has the honour of witnessing: the cute ones and the annoying ones too.

the flick of your hair when you laughed with that girl in class. the way you chewed on the end of your pen when you thought no one’s looking. minho is, of course. he never isn’t. whether you’re aware of that or not.

he knows your schedule down to the minute— he could probably recite it faster than his own birthday. there were no ins or outs of your day that minho wasn’t already familiar with. it’s impressive, how he knows each of your steps before you take them.

minho tugs his waistband down, sighing as he wraps a tight fist around himself. he thinks back to when he ‘ran into’ you at the café, a smile adorning your face when you recognised him from your shared class. you spared him a brief hello. it’s almost like you were asking to be followed for the rest of the day.

the memory of it— the sweet sound of your voice— has minho bucking up into his hand. he hisses through his teeth. not so soon.

he recalls watching you in the library from his table, situated in a dark corner. you were sat by the window, biting your nails down to the cuticle as you studied. you poor thing. minho would eagerly rush to your side if all you did was ask.

you hadn’t noticed him— your very own eagle-eyed audience. of course not. you never did. that’s where the whole thrill arouses.

he groans, twitching in his hand as he replays the memory of following you in the shadows that afternoon. you walked through the campus with your head in the clouds— earbuds in, bag hanging off your shoulder. you were the textbook definition of a perfect target. what would you do if someone tried to steal your bag, or worse?

you needed him there. always. a pace behind, a corner away. to be the eyes in the back of your head. to pick up after you.

the receipts you’d forget to bin. the pen you dropped three weeks ago. your bracelet that went missing (he’s keeping it safe, don’t worry). a straw with a smudge of your lipgloss. items thoughtlessly discarded by you found a new purpose in his care.

minho’s walls were a shrine to you: quick sketches, blurry polaroids, messy love-letters. sometimes, he’ll drop one off at your desk before class— always unsigned, always sweet. sometimes he’d get a giggle out of you. sometimes you just crumpled them without reading. doesn’t matter. he’ll keep writing them.

minho grits his teeth, hips jutting into his hand at a crazed pace. he chases his release to his favourite fantasy— the one where you’d catch him lurking.

some nights you liked it, took it as a compliment. some nights you didn’t and he was a creep. sometimes you screamed, other times you begged. but this time, most delicious of all, he pictured you sighing; saying you were done with pretending, grabbing a fistful of his hair before bruising his lips with yours.

but that thought didn’t last long. when his breath slowed and the heat left his body, all that remained was agonising silence.

minho opened his eyes to the sticky disappointment of reality on his hand. a reminder that he still barely even existed to you— though not in the way he intends to.

not yet.

it started small. he hadn’t recognised it as anything out of the ordinary before it had spiralled out of his grasp.

first it was a missing worksheet from his desk. he chalked it up to just misplacing it, or perhaps someone else thought it was rubbish.

after there was a drawing torn from his sketchbook. odd, but maybe it was one he’d jacked off to and accidentally stained the paper. he simply ripped it off and forgot all about it.

then the pen he’d stolen from your bag was gone. vanished in thin air from where he’d tucked it, wrapped in crusted tissue under his mattress. maybe being swamped with assessments the past week had burned holes in his memory. maybe.

but then his glasses disappeared.

minho tore his room apart for hours, practically flipping the furniture upside-down to find them. he only ever took them off in his room where they’d sit on his nightstand. always. he knew because he lived in routine. in control.

except now he wasn’t in control.

his world blurred at the edges without them. and in that distorted fog, he started seeing you differently. more distant. less reachable. because suddenly, you weren’t alone anymore.

minho squinted from across the courtyard, peering from behind the vending machines. in his hazy vision, he could just make out your figure, along with your new companion.

the guy was tall, broad-shouldered, arm permanently slung over your shoulder. you looked up at him, laughter ringing sirens in minho’s ears. his nails bit crescent moons into his palms.

“who is that?” minho turned to hyunjin, tone too forced to be casual. he smirked when he noticed minho’s scowl.

"jealous?" he teased, sipping his iced coffee. “relax. that’s not her boyfriend.”

minho doesn’t answer. a fuck buddy? he might just vomit in his mouth.

"that’s her brother, chris. i see him around the gym.”

minho went still. brother?

he watched the way chris stood too close, the way his eyes scanned every guy in a five-foot radius like he was already picking targets.

chris didn’t carry himself like a brother. he was more like a bodyguard. or a threat. minho doesn’t take kindly to threats.

“heard he shanked a guy back in high-school over her.” hyunjin adds, lowering his voice. “he seems scary protective. me personally, i’d back off.”

“well i’m not you, am i?” minho bites. hyunjin just nods, not one to argue.

minho tries to ignore it. he wouldn’t expect hyunjin to understand— no one does. what’s between you and minho is something beyond words. you feel it too, he’s sure of it.

he’ll prove it.

after a streak of major inconveniences, luck is finally on minho’s side when one evening, you walk past him as you leave the campus— alone.

like a dog chasing cars, he can’t help himself to following you, feet moving faster than his mind.

minho shadows you down a side street off the campus. he contemplates how he’ll make his grand move. this could be the mere seconds leading up to your love story’s beginning.

he imagines brushing his hand against yours as he walks by, apologising as he realises it’s you. he’ll say something clever, pull you aside. ask where you’re going and offer to take you there. then maybe, you’ll finally see him.

he didn’t hear the footsteps behind him until it was too late.

a fist cracks into his jaw, sharp and merciless. minho’s back collides with the brick wall— he stumbles on his feet, tasting copper.

"think i didn’t see you?"

minho’s eyes flutter open, just barely recognising the voice as chris. the fucking brother.

"back off. before i do something worse than this,” chris reaches for him— minho writhing in his hold as pain sears across his face. chris’s fingers caved in on the mark blooming onto minho’s cheek. a reminder.

and then he was gone, just like that. fucked off after you, probably to go tell you about how minho was a perverted deranged stalker and other preposterous lies like that so now minho had to get a fucking gun and just air out the block because he has nothing to lose anymore.

his vision throbbed with each heartbeat. he crouched against the wall, flinching at his own touch as his fingers brushed over what chris had left him with.

his cheek would bruise. he'd have to lie to hyunjin. he might never get to see your smile directed at him again.

but one thing was certain. what once hadn’t occurred to him, he could see clear as day now:

chris was sabotaging him. he’d been taunting him— dangling minho’s infatuation with you over his head. he’d stolen his glasses. he made him think he was crazy.

minho wiped the blood from his lip, rubbing it between his fingers.

chris had been watching minho when he had been watching you.

and minho’s sorry, he really is. you know he’d never hurt you. but chris was coming between what had yet to blossom between you and minho.

so chris has to go.

minho’s hands were still was he slipped the lock. he was cool, collected. he’d lived this scenario out hundreds of times before in his own head.

you dorm was quiet, just like he knew it would be. you had study group tonight, each week at the same time. minho had an hour, maybe less. but he’ll make do.

he moved quickly, careful not to disturb the things he already knew by heart. your shelf with trinkets and books collecting dust. your calendar that he already knew the contents of. the string of prints clipped above your desk, which he resisted the urge to shred the ones with chris. he hated seeing you smile for him. for any man that wasn’t minho.

he’s out for blood now.

minho headed for your dresser, eyes trained on the bottom drawer. he needed leverage in order to bury chris completely. it had to be something twisted. something to make people question the ‘protective brother’ shtick. something he could plant, fabricate, frame.

his hand reached into the drawer, and his fingers brushed lace. he paused.

he shouldn’t.

he does.

he fists the fabric in his hand, bringing it to his nose. your panties. his mouth waters— he damn near saw his brain from how far his eyes roll back.

minho folds it back into its place. his knuckles brush over the other pairs as he contemplates which one you wouldn’t realise is gone, if he pocketed it for himself.

there’s something that catches his eye. but before minho can think to reach for it—

“knew it.”

his bones go rigid.

your voice comes behind him, from the doorway. he glances back— you’re stood there with your arms crossed, watching him. hunting the hunter.

minho straightens up. “i was just—”

“there’s no need to lie, min.” you cut in, voice dripping with something intoxicating. “do i look upset?”

his throat goes dry. you take a step closer. then another.

you pout, taking note of the bruise on his face. “aw, chris leave you with that?”

minho reminded himself to breathe, dazed. “your brother, he’s—”

“—such a buzzkill, right? thinks i need saving or something.” you’re there, way too close, fingertips dancing up minho’s chest. “he doesn’t get it. but it’s okay. i’m here now.”

he stammers, too many thoughts racing to land. your hand makes it way to his chin, tilting his head to meet your gaze.

“isn’t this what you wanted?”

“yes.” he replies breathlessly. he’d scream at the top of his lungs how badly he’s wanted you— if only he wasn’t so shell-shocked.

his fantasies playing out in real time. and when you pinch at his bruised cheek, he keels over as the pain throbs through his face— but he doesn’t wake up. you’re the real thing.

his back hits your mattress before he even registers that you’d shoved him. one blink later, and you’re mounting his lap, caging him in with legs on either side of his body.

your fist curls around his collar, tugging his face towards you like it’s your right.

“you’re mine, yeah?” your lips are mere inches from his, breathe heavy on his mouth. he just gawks up at you. “don’t hurt me, and i won’t have to hurt you.”

minho didn’t know what to say. you’re talking like he’d been born to you. he didn’t know you had this in you.

when your lips come crashing onto his, a groan escapes minho’s throat. your canine nipped at the skin of his lip but his head’s too fuzzy to give a fuck. you suck the blood onto your tongue, and his dick literally twitches.

you pull strained noises from minho between the kisses, parting his lips with a demanding force. he’s helpless to whatever you’ll do to him. he forgets himself, hands fumbling at your waist when he remembers he can actually touch you.

you rock your hips mindlessly as your tongue tastes every inch of his mouth— and minho’s seeing fucking stars. he still can’t believe it. his mind’s lagging behind, he doesn’t realise just how close he is until you moan down his throat.

he tries to pry you off of him, he doesn’t want to cum like this, embarrassingly quick. but you’re not budging. your hand comes to his neck to press him further into the mattress as you grind yourself down onto him harder— he could feel your heat as he dug up into you through the layers of fabric, and that’s when his resolve snapped.

minho’s hips stammer, hands roaming all over your body as he tries to anchor himself. that’s when your lips come off of his: just to hear the string of moans falling from his mouth as he cums. you don’t stop rocking against him, even when he’s freshly sensitive, and it takes him whining your name in a broken plea for you to let up.

you collapse next to him, face split in a smile. he’s still catching his breath like he was just in a triathlon. the warm sensation in his pants almost has him recoiling, but your hand comes to his chest, thumb rubbing soothing circles.

“i get it.” you’d told him. he didn’t know what it meant. not in the moment, at least.

it wasn’t until later, when the lust fuelled haze wore off and the stark clarity had settled in, that he remembered the drawer. that glint of metal.

silently, he pushed himself up off the bed, careful not to rouse you from your sleep. he stayed idle for a beat, until you snore softly, and he decided it was safe.

he knelt to the drawer slowly, and pulled out his glasses.

right where you had left them.

people are always so quick to assume that the stalker is the man. girls are just the prey, never the one in the shadows. that they don’t follow, or watch, or want things they shouldn’t.

but you saw him, lee minho, before he ever saw you.

he wasn’t as subtle as he might’ve liked to think. it was an effort to hold in your laughter at times. he was so obvious: how he’d linger, how his gaze was practically glued to you. he orbited you like you’re the air he breathes. and you let him. because you were already doing the same.

most would think, the moment you realise someone’s watching you would be terrifying. but you couldn’t of been more thrilled. because finally, finally— someone got it. someone loved the way you did: consumed by the other person. completely and utterly devoted.

minho wasn’t the hunter, not quite. he was just the one stupid enough to act first.

chris always tried to protect you. that was his role. and it’s true— someone got hurt in high school as a result. but it wasn’t him who went too far.

he merely cleaned it up like a good brother should. took the fall for it. hid the truth of what you’re willing to do for love.

but minho, he gets that you never wanted someone to save you. you just wanted to be seen. all of you, down to the marrow. and he did.

you’re perfect together. even if he doesn’t see that now, he will with time.

because you’ve got no intentions of letting him go.

✉️: @lightinbug @sherrayyyyy @ferrarifinnick @namsgyu @riddlerloveb0t @loveesiren @ttturnitup @emmiesoverthemoon @burlesquerade @bcfcpsh @breakmeoff @pinkpunkdynamite @hydeonysus

[munsonsmixtapes]

Eddie Munson Masterlist Two

Eddie x inexperienced!fem!reader

Eddie is more than eager to show you a whole different side of sex after you break up with Steve.

Buzzing With Excitement (18+)

Eddie decides to tease you in the bedroom when he knows that you're needy. Little does he know that you also have a few tricks up your sleeve.

Take Care of Me (18+)

it’s Eddie’s birthday, but you’re the one who gets the gift. 

It's So Easy to Bite With Your Hands Pinned (18+)

request: Eddie shows you what rough sex is like after you break up with Steve (18+)

Requests

request: Eddie helps you relieve your boredom at work (18+)

request: You and Eddie realize that you're the right person but at the wrong time for each other

request: Eddie tries to scare you with a Ghost Face mask only to find that you’re actually attracted to him with the mask on (18+)

request: You and Eddie have a very big fight and just when you think he's gone for good, he comes back to ask you a very important question

Professor Munson gives you a special tutoring session (18+)

Eddie gets with your ex best friend Chrissy and just so happens to overhear you call her out and he reveals that you were the one he liked all along

Eddie is head over heels for nerdy!you

There's a miscommunication between you and professor!eddie when you see him flirting with Chrissy Cunningham, another student

You take a very inexperienced Eddie ice skating

Eddie is super nervous to meet your parents, but it turns out he has nothing to worry about as they have the exact same interests that he does.

You'll Fit Right In

You carry around a stuffed animal from your childhood and Eddie assures you that he doesn't care

Eddie recalls your night together as he tells the others that he "doesn't know what those stains are" on his mattress even though he very much does (18+)

You and Eddie miss your holiday photo shoot because he just can't keep his hands to himself (18+)

You and Eddie buy a Christmas tree for your first apartment together

You give clumsy!Eddie your phone number

Eddie helps you with your nightly routine that helps you fall asleep

A day in bed with Eddie the morning after the two of you hooked up

You and Eddie are convinced that you hate each other until you realize that it's just the opposite

Swiftie!you has Eddie listen to All Too Well (10 Minute Version)

You buy Eddie a ring and aren't sure whether or not he likes it until you notice that he never takes it off

You and Eddie fake date to get Chrissy's attention until you realize that it's not fake anymore

You decide to surprise Eddie by wearing a bow and he wants to show you just how appreciative his of his gift

You're Eddie's daughter's babysitter and the two of you slowly fall for each other

After someone reveals that you have a crush on Eddie, he tells you that he feels the exact same way

Eddie takes care of you while you're on your period

You "arrest" Eddie for being too hot at one of your concerts

Eddie is jealous of your celebrity crush

Eddie tells his neighbor about a certain way she can relieve her tension (18+)

You're a 25 year old virgin and Eddie is more than happy to help you out with that (18+)

Wayne makes a mistake of walking in on Eddie going down on you (18+)

Biker!eddie shows you a good time on his motorcycle (18+)

You wear a matching lingerie set and Eddie shows you just how much he likes it (18+)

You've been touch starved since Eddie left for tour and now that he's back, he's more than happy to take care of you (18+)

Rockstar!Eddie makes up for lost time when he finally comes home to his girl after tour (18+)

You discover that Eddie loves nipple play (18+)

You and Eddie have a quickie in the Hideout bathroom once he sees your homemade Corroded Coffin merch (18+)

Eddie loves your tits (18+)

Eddie takes you in the classroom where you work after everyone has left (18+)

You and Eddie go at it on your kitchen island (18+)

You go down on Eddie in the school library (18+)

Eddie tries to take a make out session to the next level, but you're not in the mood. (18+)

After a moment of insecurity, you convince older!eddie that he's not too old for you

You show sugar daddy!eddie that you don’t need to be bought in order to spend time with him

You help Eddie clean his filthy room

Eddie touches you while his bros play Grand Theft Auto- based on So High School by Taylor Swift (18+)

Eddie is head over heels for plus size!you (18+)

things get hot and heavy with Eddie while you and the boys hotbox in his van (18+)

A fight with Eddie leads to a love confession

After a fight with Eddie, he shows you just how much he loves you and your body (18+)

rockstar!eddie sees your photos in a playboy magazine and uses your photos to help get himself off (18+)

rockstar!eddie needs some moans on the new single and thinks your the perfect person for the job (18+)

rockstar!eddie is very protective of his girl

rockstar!eddie takes care of you when you get sick on tour

you show Eddie how grateful you are for him saving you when one of his employees hits on you (18+)

Billy Doesn't Know Series

You and Billy have been hooking up and it isn't until you sleep with Eddie that you realize what you really like. 

part one (18+)

part two (18+)

Halloween

You and Eddie meet at Robin’s Halloween party and realize that you’re dressed up as a couple.

As You Wish

You go to a fright night with your friends and can’t help be attracted to one of the scarers who passes by, and when your friends let you know just how weirded out they are by your acquired taste, he steps in and lets you know just how badly he wants to fuck you. If only there was a way to properly thank him for defending you. 

Is Somebody Gonna Match My Freak? (18+)

Eddie is right by your side throughout your pregnancy. Part two to Is Somebody Gonna Match My Freak.

I'll Be There For You

request: you and Eddie carve pumpkins that look like each other

Headcanons

How dad!eddie would behave on your daughter's first Halloween

Eddie SFW alphabet

Eddie NSFW alphabet (18+)

Modern!Eddie x swiftie!reader

SFW

NSFW (18+)

Eddie x roommate!reader

You help Eddie get to bed after a night of drinking and it turns out that he doesn't need the alcohol to tell you exactly how he feels about you.

Sober Up

Rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader

You and Eddie get up to a lot backstage after your concert with help of the handcuffs you gave him of course.

Pretty in Pink (18+)

Eddie x virgin!reader

Eddie invites you over for dinner but decides to skip straight to dessert.

Guess (18+)

perv!virgin!eddie x virgin!reader

Eddie touches you and you decide that it's far better than masturbation.

Just a Little Touch (18+)

Soft!Eddie

You go over to Eddie's to buy some weed after not seeing each other since high school. Old feelings arise and after smoking a joint together, you find yourselves tangled up in his sheets.

The First One's Always Free (18+)

You, Eddie, and your daughter come over to the trailer to celebrate Wayne's birthday and give him the best gift he could ever ask for.

That's My Boy

You and Eddie get your daughter to bed as you adjust to your new life in a new city that the three of you are having trouble with.

It'll Take Time

request: Eddie craves your attention after a long day at work

request: Eddie convinces you to stay home from work and cuddle him

request: Eddie helps shy!you through your first day at Family Video

request: you tease Eddie until he finally admits what he wants from you (18+)

request: Eddie guides shy!you through a make out session with him

request: your first time with Eddie (18+)

Best friend!Eddie

You and your best friend Eddie go skinny dipping in Lover's Lake where your friendship will never be the same again.

Take a Dive (18+)

You invite Eddie to hang out and he has a very important question for you.

Can I Ask You a Question?

Eddie's upset about something and unbeknownst you, he doesn't want you to on your date tonight.

Who's Gonna Love You Like Me?

Vampire!Eddie

request: Eddie finally turns you after months of begging

request: vampire!eddie is the perfect match for your night owl self

Ex-boyfriend!Eddie

After your boyfriend cheats on you at your birthday party, your ex Eddie reminds you that he'll always be your shoulder to cry on.

I'm Still Your Boy

You see Eddie over a year after your break up and you both realize that you never stopped loving each other.

I Never Got to Say Goodbye (18+)

Shy!Eddie

You work at the bar Eddie frequents all of your flirting always seems to go right over his head until one night, you're honest with him.

Take a Shot

Boyfriend!Eddie

You paint Eddie's nails for the first time and he enjoys it way more than he thought he would.

Pretty Boy

Eddie finally finds out exactly what you like in the bedroom.

Be a Good Girl For Me (18+)

Sugar daddy!Eddie

After Eddie gives you his phone number, he tells you to call him anytime and one night, you decide to take him up on it.

Just a Call Away

Eddie x Garethx fem!reader

What's supposed to be a smoke session with Gareth quickly turns into something very different and dirty with him and his best friend, Eddie.

Breathe Your Air (18+)

Rockstar!Eddie

Eddie performs a song for your birthday and you wonder if the two of you would have really good bed chem. Based on "Bed Chem" by Sabrina Carpenter.

I Bet it's Even Better Than in My Head (18+)

Eddie is never able to shut the fuck up about you.

Gotta Get Home to My Girl

Eddie defends you in an interview and you repay him in the most generous way.

That's My Man (18+)

You and Eddie meet at an awards show and realize that you have much more in common that you initially thought. Based on "Juno" by Sabrina Carpenter.

I Know You Want My Touch For Life (18+)

You show up to Eddie's house looking for a good time and when you realize that that's not what you want, Eddie is nothing but a sweetheart about it.

Don't Be Sorry (18+)

[fortunesfaevor]

All my CR people, I highly recommend Roleplay Relay! It's so good!!

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Web of Hearts

Spider!Jimin being as subtle as a neon sign.

Fluff

Yu Jimin (Karina x fem!reader)

Word count: 5.6k

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In the bustling city of Seoul, where towering skyscrapers touched the sky and the pulse of urban life echoed through every street, a new kind of hero emerged. Clad in a sleek red and black suit, Spiderwoman swung from building to building, keeping a watchful eye on the city she vowed to protect.

Yu Jimin, a seemingly ordinary woman by day, carried the weight of a secret identity. By night, she embraced her extraordinary abilities and became the guardian of Seoul. As Spiderwoman, she effortlessly swung through the cityscape, her agility and strength unmatched.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Jimin perched atop a high-rise building, scanning the city for any signs of trouble. Her enhanced senses picked up on a distant commotion, and with a graceful leap, she swung into action.

Down on the streets, chaos ensued as a group of villains wreaked havoc, terrorizing innocent civilians. Without hesitation, Spiderwoman descended upon the scene, her presence casting a shadow over the criminals.

"Looks like the party's over, gentlemen," she quipped, her voice laced with a confident edge.

The villains, startled by the sudden appearance of the city's masked guardian, prepared to face off against the formidable Spiderwoman. The confrontation unfolded in a series of acrobatic moves and swift strikes, showcasing Jimin's mastery of her newfound abilities.

As the last villain was apprehended, Spiderwoman turned to the gathered crowd, her mask concealing the determined glint in her eyes. "Fear not, citizens of Seoul. Spiderwoman is here to ensure your safety."

Word of the mysterious heroine spread across the city, capturing the imagination of its inhabitants. While Jimin navigated her daily life as an unassuming individual, she couldn't deny the thrill that came with her nightly escapades as Spiderwoman.

In a city where shadows concealed both villains and heroes, Jimin grappled with the responsibility that came with her extraordinary abilities. The balance between protecting the city and preserving her personal life became a delicate dance, and as the night sky witnessed her silent struggles, Seoul remained oblivious to the identity of its mysterious guardian, Spiderwoman.

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It was move-in day at the college dorms, and the hallways buzzed with excitement and nervous energy. yn, lugging a heavy suitcase behind her, scanned the room numbers until she found hers: Room 302. With a deep breath, she pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The room was small but cozy, furnished with two twin beds, desks cluttered with textbooks, and a large window overlooking the campus grounds. yn's eyes landed on her new roommate, who was unpacking a box of books with an infectious smile on her face.

Jimin looked up and flashed a warm grin at yn. "Hey there! You must be my new roommate. I'm Yu Jimin. It's nice to meet you!"

yn returned the smile, instantly feeling at ease in Jimin's presence. "Hi, Jimin. I'm yn. Nice to meet you too."

And with that simple introduction, the bond between Jimin and yn began to form, setting the stage for the adventures that lay ahead. What yn didn’t know was that her quirky and endearing roommate held a secret that would change both of their lives forever.

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After their initial meeting, Jimin and yn quickly settled into their roles as roommates. Jimin's bubbly personality and penchant for nerdy jokes brought a lightness to their shared space, while yn's calm and grounded demeanor provided a sense of stability.

As days turned into weeks, yn couldn't help but notice a peculiar pattern. Jimin seemed to have an uncanny knack for getting injured. Whether it was tripping over her own feet or accidentally bumping into furniture, Jimin always seemed to have a new bruise or scrape to show for it.

At first, yn brushed it off as Jimin just being incredibly clumsy. She would tease Jimin gently, offering band-aids and ice packs whenever Jimin came back from another misadventure.

But as time went on, yn couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to Jimin's frequent injuries. She noticed the way Jimin would tense up whenever yn asked about how she got hurt, quickly deflecting the conversation with a laugh or a joke.

yn's curiosity grew, and she began to pay closer attention to Jimin's behavior. She noticed how Jimin would sometimes slip out of their dorm room in the middle of the night, only to return hours later looking exhausted and worn out.

Despite her suspicions, yn didn't confront Jimin about her weird midnight escapades. Instead, she quietly observed, but the more she observed Jimin, the more confused she felt.

What on earth could her dorky roommate be up to?

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Amidst the bustling city streets, chaos reigned as a gang of masked criminals wreaked havoc, their nefarious intentions casting a shadow of fear over the unsuspecting civilians. Amidst the chaos, a lone figure swung gracefully through the air, her lithe form a blur of crimson and black against the night sky.

Spiderwoman, as she was known to the citizens of the city, moved with fluid precision, her keen senses alert to the danger that lurked around every corner. With effortless grace, she leaped from building to building, her web-slinging abilities propelling her forward with astonishing speed.

As she closed in on the scene of the crime, Spiderwoman's senses tingled with anticipation, her heart pounding with adrenaline-fueled excitement. With a deft flick of her wrist, she shot a web line towards a nearby lamppost, swinging around it with practiced ease before landing gracefully on the ground below.

With a swift and decisive movement, Spiderwoman sprang into action, her movements a blur of acrobatic prowess as she dispatched her foes with precision and finesse. Her spider-like agility and lightning-fast reflexes left the criminals reeling, their futile attempts to strike back thwarted at every turn.

As the last of the criminals lay defeated at her feet, Spiderwoman allowed herself a brief moment of satisfaction before turning her attention back to her true objective. With a confident smirk, she shot a web line towards the nearest rooftop, launching herself into the air with a graceful leap.

Minutes later, Spiderwoman landed silently on the rooftop of the college dormitory she shared with yn, her heart racing with exhilaration from the night's events. With practiced stealth, she slipped through the window and into the darkness of her room, her secret identity safe for another day.

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One evening, as yn was studying in the shared dorm room, she heard a loud crash coming from the living area. Startled, she rushed out to find Jimin sprawled on the floor, clutching her ankle in pain.

"Jimin, are you okay?"

Jimin winced as she attempted to sit up, her face contorted in pain. "I think I twisted my ankle. It hurts like crazy."

yn hurried to Jimin's side, helping her to sit up and inspecting the injury. Sure enough, Jimin's ankle was swollen and bruised, a clear sign of a sprain.

yn tried to be as gentle as possible with her injured roommate, "let's get some ice on that ankle. I'll grab a cold pack from the freezer."

As yn tended to Jimin's injury, she couldn't help but notice how frequently her roommate seemed to get hurt. It was as if Jimin was a magnet for accidents, always finding herself in precarious situations that resulted in bumps, bruises, and sprains.

Despite her curiosity, yn didn't press Jimin for details about how she got hurt. Instead, she focused on providing comfort and support, knowing that her roommate needed her in moments like these.

As Jimin winced in pain, yn couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Jimin's injuries than met the eye. But for now, she pushed aside her suspicions and focused on helping her friend heal.

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One afternoon, as yn returned to their dorm room after class, she absentmindedly pushed open the door without bothering to knock. To her surprise, she found Jimin standing shirtless in the middle of the room, a towel draped over her shoulders.

yn's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight of Jimin's bare torso, but her attention was quickly drawn to the large cut spanning across Jimin's back.

"Jimin, what the hell happened!? You're bleeding!" the younger girl shrieked.

Jimin jumped in surprise, hastily grabbing the towel to cover herself as she turned to face yn.

Jimin stammered, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation. "Oh, uh, it's nothing. Just a little mishap while I was... uh, working out." Nailed it.

yn could see the discomfort in Jimin's expression as she hesitated to explain the true cause of her injury. Without another word, yn grabbed the first aid kit from their shared bathroom and motioned for Jimin to sit down on the bed.

"Let me take care of that for you. It looks pretty deep." Jimin felt herself freezing up at the soft look yn sent her way, she obediently walked towards her roommate.

As yn carefully cleaned and bandaged Jimin's wound, she couldn't help but notice the nervous energy radiating from her roommate. It was clear to yn that Jimin was hiding something, but she didn't press for answers, respecting Jimin's privacy.

As they sat in silence, the air thick with unspoken words, yn couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Jimin than met the eye. For now, she focused on helping her friend heal, unaware of the deeper feelings brewing beneath the surface.

As she finished wrapping up Jimin’s wound, yn couldn’t help but break the silence that enveloped them.

“You know…” yn began “you don’t have to tell me what actually happened, but I hate it when you get hurt. Please try to be more careful from now on, I can’t bare to see you in pain”. With those words yn got up to put away the first aid kit.

Jimin didn’t say anything, but she couldn’t deny that yn’s words had affected her in a way she couldn’t really describe. She couldn’t keep ignoring the butterflies she felt every time she locked eyes with yn.

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Despite her best efforts to be subtle, Jimin's attempts at dropping hints about her developing feelings for yn were about as inconspicuous as a flashing neon sign. Whether it was lingering glances, awkward attempts at flirting, or fumbling over her words whenever yn was around, Jimin's attempts to express her affection were anything but discreet.

yn, however, wasn't oblivious to Jimin's antics. In fact, she found them rather endearing. She couldn't help but smile to herself whenever Jimin stumbled over her words or blushed furiously whenever their eyes met. yn appreciated Jimin's efforts, even if they weren't exactly subtle.

Despite her awareness of Jimin's feelings, yn decided to play along, enjoying the playful banter and the budding friendship between them. She didn't comment on Jimin's less-than-subtle approach, opting instead to let her roommate express herself in her own quirky way.

As they navigated the delicate dance of friendship and budding romance, yn couldn't help but feel a warmth blossom in her chest whenever she thought of Jimin. Maybe, just maybe, there was something more than friendship brewing between them, and yn was eager to see where their journey would take them.

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("What do you think of superheroes?"

"Um, they're pretty cool, I guess. Why?"

"Oh, no reason. Just curious."

"Okay... Anyway, what's on your mind?"

"Oh, nothing important. Just, you know, hanging out with my favorite person."

"Smooth, Jimin."

"I try my best."

"Uh huh. Well, keep practicing."

"Ouch, right in the ego."

"Hey, you're the one who asked for honesty."

"True. Thanks for keeping me grounded, yn."

"Anytime, Jimin. Anytime.")

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On a random afternoon as the two girls lounged on the couch, idly flipping through channels, they stumbled upon a news report about Spiderwoman. Jimin's heart skipped a beat as she watched, her secret identity suddenly thrust into the spotlight.

"Wow, Spiderwoman is so cool," yn commented, her eyes fixed on the screen. "She's pretty hot too..." she muttered more-so to herself, Jimin still heard her comment though.

Jimin tried to suppress the surge of excitement that bubbled up inside her at yn's words. She felt a blush creeping up her cheeks, her heart racing as she struggled to maintain her composure.

"Yeah, she's... uh, pretty cool," Jimin managed to mumble, her voice betraying her nerves.

As the report continued, Jimin couldn't tear her eyes away from the screen, her mind racing with a million thoughts. She stole a glance at yn out of the corner of her eye, her heart swelling with affection for the oblivious girl sitting beside her.

In that moment, Jimin realized just how much she cared about yn, and how badly she wished she could share her true identity with her. But the fear of rejection still held her back, casting a shadow over her burgeoning feelings.

As the news segment came to an end and the TV screen flickered to black, Jimin was left grappling with the turmoil of her emotions, uncertain of what the future held for her and yn.

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("Are you made of copper and tellurium?"

"Uh, no? Why?"

"Because you're Cu-Te!"

"Oh, Jimin, that's... something."

"Yeah, I thought it was kind of nerdy but cute. Like me."

"Definitely cute. And modest too."

"Thanks. I'll take that as a win.")

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“Hey Jimin? Do you think you can help me out with this subject?”

The question was innocent enough, nothing was supposed to happen between Jimin and yn, right?

Jimin and yn sat together in their cozy dorm room, the soft glow of the lamp casting warm shadows across the room. They had been studying for hours, their textbooks forgotten as their conversation drifted to more personal topics.

As the evening wore on, their proximity seemed to amplify the crackling tension between them. Jimin's heart raced as she stole glances at yn, her features illuminated by the gentle light. yn's laughter rang out, filling the room with its melodic cadence, and Jimin found herself captivated by the way yn's eyes sparkled with amusement.

With each passing moment, the air between them seemed to thicken with unspoken desire. Jimin's gaze lingered on yn's lips, the urge to lean in almost overwhelming. She could feel the heat of yn's breath against her skin, a tangible reminder of their closeness.

yn's fingers brushed against Jimin's hand, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins. Their eyes met, a silent exchange of longing and yearning passing between them. In that fleeting moment, it felt as if the rest of the world had fallen away, leaving only the two of them suspended in time.

As Jimin and yn found themselves drawn closer together, the tension between them palpable, it seemed as if the world around them faded into the background. Their gazes locked, inches apart, their lips mere moments away from touching in a long-awaited kiss.

But just as they leaned in, on the precipice of that anticipated connection, Jimin's heightened senses kicked in. A familiar tingle crept up her spine, a warning sign that duty called. A new crime awaited Spiderwoman's intervention, pulling her away from the brink of intimacy with yn.

With a heavy heart, Jimin reluctantly pulled back, the disappointment evident in both their eyes. Yn's expression mirrored Jimin's own sense of longing, the momentary promise of closeness snatched away by the demands of Jimin's secret life as Spiderwoman.

Their interrupted moment hung in the air, charged with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. Though duty called Jimin away, the memory of their almost-kiss lingered, a tantalizing glimpse of what could have been, leaving both girls yearning for the day they could pick up where they left off.

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Somehow the almost kiss made Jimin even more awkward than she already was. Jimin didn’t know how to behave around yn. Should she keep her distance? Should she seize the day and kiss the girl? One thing was for sure, she wanted her roommate badly.

Jimin's heart skipped a beat as yn emerged from the bathroom, clad only in a towel. She tried to focus on her textbook, but her eyes kept drifting back to her roommate's figure. yn seemed oblivious to Jimin's internal struggle as she nonchalantly rummaged through her wardrobe for something to wear.

Jimin cleared her throat, attempting to regain her composure. "Uh, yn, do you need help finding something?"

yn turned to her, a playful grin on her lips. "No, I'm good, thanks. Just trying to decide what to wear for tonight." yn knew perfectly what kind of effect she had on Jimin and she planned to use it to her advantage.

Jimin nodded, unable to tear her gaze away. "Right, yeah, you look... um, nice."

yn giggled, seemingly unfazed by Jimin's flustered state. " In nothing but a towel? Wow. Thanks, Jimin. You're sweet."

As yn finally settled on an outfit and disappeared into her room, Jimin let out a shaky breath, grateful for the temporary reprieve. Being roommates with yn was both a blessing and a curse, especially when moments like this left her feeling more than a little flustered.

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("Are you a magician, yn?"

"No, why?"

"Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears."

"Smooth, Jimin."

"I try my best. So, do I get a round of applause for that one?"

"You definitely get points for creativity."

"Well, I'm glad you appreciate my efforts."

"I appreciate the entertainment, that's for sure."

"I'll take what I can get. Maybe next time I'll pull a rabbit out of a hat or something."

"Looking forward to it.")

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As the night enveloped the city in its dark embrace, yn found herself walking alone, lost in her own thoughts. Unbeknownst to her, danger lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike. Suddenly, a group of masked assailants emerged from the darkness, their intentions menacing and clear.

yn's heart pounded in her chest as fear gripped her, her instincts urging her to flee, but before she could react, a figure swooped down from above, a blur of red and black, swiftly dispatching yn's would-be attackers with a flurry of punches and kicks.

In the chaos of the moment, yn barely registered what was happening, her mind consumed by a whirlwind of confusion and fear. But as the dust settled and her assailants lay defeated, she found herself face to face with her savior, the enigmatic figure who had appeared out of nowhere to rescue her.

Spiderwoman stood before her, her mask concealing her identity but her presence radiating strength and reassurance. yn's eyes widened in astonishment, a mix of awe and gratitude washing over her as she realized the magnitude of what had just occurred.

"Spiderwoman...” yn began, her voice barely above a whisper “You saved me."

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Spiderwoman replied in an incredibly gentle tone. yn couldn’t shake off the fact that her gentleness felt familiar. Maybe it was a superhero thing.

yn shook her head, still reeling from the adrenaline rush of the encounter. Spiderwoman's concern was palpable, her eyes searching yn's face for any signs of injury or distress.

"I-I'm okay, thanks to you. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't shown up." The girl was clearly shaken, but she still tried to voice how grateful she was.

"Just doing my job. Stay safe out here, alright? And remember, if you ever need help, I'll be watching over you."

With that, Spiderwoman vanished into the night, leaving yn standing alone in the aftermath of the encounter. Though shaken by the ordeal, a newfound sense of reassurance settled over her, knowing that she had a guardian angel watching over her, even in the darkest of times.

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As yn stepped back into the familiar surroundings of their dorm room, her heart still racing from the adrenaline of the encounter, she found Jimin sitting on her bed, a book in hand. Jimin looked up as yn entered, her eyes immediately drawn to the dreamy expression on her roommate's face.

"Hey, everything okay?" Perfect execution, Jimin!

yn, still caught in a daydream, replied to the best of her ability, "Oh, Jimin, you won't believe what just happened. I met Spiderwoman!"

Jimin's eyes widened in excitement, a grin spreading across her face at yn's words. She set her book aside, leaning forward eagerly as yn recounted the thrilling encounter with the mysterious superhero.

"No way! What was it like? Did she say anything to you?" You really are the perfect actress, Yu Jimin!

yn launched into a vivid retelling of the encounter, her words animated with the lingering rush of adrenaline and awe. She described Spiderwoman's swift intervention, her unwavering bravery in the face of danger, and the sense of reassurance she had instilled in yn with her presence.

"It was incredible, Jimin. I've never felt so safe and protected in my life." yn let out a dreamy sigh.

Jimin listened intently, her eyes shining with excitement as she hung on yn's every word. She couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at yn's reaction to meeting her alter ego, knowing that she had played a part in protecting and wooing her roommate.

"That's amazing, yn. I'm so glad you're okay. And hey, if you ever want to meet her again, just let me know. I might be able to arrange something." Smooth, Jimin! She’s finally yours!

yn smiled at Jimin's offer, grateful for her roommate's unwavering support and excitement. In that moment, as they shared the thrill of yn's encounter with Spiderwoman, their bond grew stronger than ever, united by a shared sense of wonder and admiration for the extraordinary hero in their midst.

However, yn didn’t know that this was only the first of many encounters she would share with Spiderwoman.

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As yn made her way home through the quiet streets, the late hour casting elongated shadows across the pavement, she felt a sense of calm settle over her. She was lost in her thoughts, unaware of the vigilant figure watching over her from the rooftops above.

Suddenly, a familiar figure descended gracefully from the darkness, landing before yn with a quiet rustle of fabric. yn looked up in surprise, her eyes widening as she recognized the unmistakable silhouette of Spiderwoman.

"Spiderwoman! What a pleasant surprise." yn let out, she would be lying if she said she hadn’t been dreaming about this very moment.

"Hey there, yn. Just out for a stroll?" Spiderwoman said as casually as she could.

Wait… yn?

yn froze, her heart skipping a beat at the sound of her own name slipping past Spiderwoman's lips. She turned to her companion, her expression a mix of surprise and confusion.

yn nodded, feeling bewildered, returning Spiderwoman's smile as she fell into step beside her mysterious companion. They walked together in companionable silence for a while, the only sound the soft shuffle of their footsteps against the pavement. However, yn couldn’t brush off her surprise.

Why does she know my name?

Eventually, yn couldn't resist the urge to strike up a conversation, her curiosity piqued by the enigmatic figure at her side.

"So, Spiderwoman” yn said in an overly casual tone, “anything exciting happen tonight?"

"Oh, you know, the usual. Just keeping an eye on the city." Spiderwoman said, trying her best to sound cool.

yn nodded, content to enjoy the peaceful camaraderie of their impromptu encounter. Still, she made sure to keep a close eye on her companion. Maybe she’ll let her guard down.

"So, yn..." Spiderwoman made a mistake. Again.

I got you now.

“Can I ask you a question, Spidey?”

Jimin is embarrassed by how fast her heart started beating after hearing yn refer to her by a nickname. “Sure, what’s up?”

“How did you know my name was yn? I never told you”.

Spiderwoman's mask hid the flicker of panic that flashed across her features at yn's question. She scrambled for a plausible explanation, her mind racing to come up with a convincing response.

"Um, well, you know, I, uh... I just happened to overhear it somewhere. Must have slipped out accidentally."

yn studied Spiderwoman's masked visage intently, a lingering sense of suspicion nagging at the back of her mind. However, she chose to let the matter drop for now, unwilling to push her mysterious companion any further. She is sure she’ll get her chance sooner rather than later.

"Ah, got it. Well, thanks for the company, Spiderwoman. It's always nice to have someone to walk with." She smiled in a way that gave Jimin a heart attack for a million different reasons.

"Anytime, yn. Take care on your way home." Nailed it.

With a final wave, Spiderwoman melted back into the shadows, leaving yn to ponder the intriguing encounter as she continued on her journey homeward. Despite the unanswered questions lingering in her mind, she couldn't deny the sense of comfort and reassurance that Spiderwoman's presence had brought her on this dark and lonely night.

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yn stepped through the door of the dormitory, her mind still reeling from her encounter with Spiderwoman. As she entered the familiar surroundings of their shared living space, she was greeted by the sight of Jimin sitting on the couch, a playful glint in her eye.

"Hey there, yn! How was your walk?" Jimin said cheerfully.

yn's lips quirked into a knowing smile as she regarded her roommate, her suspicions about Spiderwoman's true identity suddenly crystallizing into certainty. She decided to play along for now, relishing the opportunity to keep Jimin's secret while she plotted her next move.

"Oh, you know, nothing out of the ordinary. Although I did run into someone interesting on the way back." A slight smirk playing at her lips.

Jimin's eyes widened slightly at yn's cryptic remark, a hint of apprehension flickering across her features before she quickly masked it with an easy grin.

"Oh yeah? Who'd you meet?"

yn leaned against the doorframe, her expression enigmatic as she met Jimin's gaze head-on. Let’s see you try to get out of this one, Spidey.

"Let's just say she's someone who knows how to keep the city safe, even late at night."

Jimin's breath caught in her throat, a surge of panic coursing through her veins at yn's words. She struggled to maintain her composure, her mind racing to concoct a plausible explanation for her alter ego's unexpected appearance in their conversation.

"Ha, lucky you, running into interesting people all the time!” Jimin let out an awkward laugh. “You'll have to introduce me sometime."

yn's smirk widened into a knowing grin as she watched Jimin squirm under the weight of her unspoken revelation. She made a mental note to bide her time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to confront Jimin head on.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure you'll meet her soon enough." With that tantalizing promise hanging in the air, yn sauntered off to her room, leaving Jimin to grapple with the unsettling realization that her carefully guarded secret might not be safe for much longer.

Maybe you’re not the perfect actress, Yu Jimin.

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Okay, time to do something stupid!

yn stood defiantly in the dimly lit alley, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for the inevitable. She knew she was treading on dangerous ground, playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse with her roommate-turned-superhero. But she couldn't resist the thrill of the chase, the exhilarating rush of adrenaline that coursed through her veins as she knowingly put herself in harm's way.

As she glanced nervously around the shadowy confines of the alley, she caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye. Seconds later, Spiderwoman materialized out of the darkness, her lithe figure cutting a striking silhouette against the night sky.

"yn, what are you doing here? It's not safe!" Spiderwoman exclaimed, her voice dripping with concern.

yn met Spiderwoman's concerned gaze with a defiant glint in her eye, her resolve unyielding as she faced the repercussions of her reckless actions head-on.

"I knew you'd come. I needed to prove a point."

Spiderwoman's brow furrowed in frustration, her voice tinged with exasperation as she chided yn for her foolhardy behavior.

"You can't go around doing stuff like this, yn! You're putting yourself in unnecessary danger. What if something had happened to you?" Spiderwoman said, her frustration skyrocketing. “What if I wasn’t her to protect you, huh? You’re acting like a toddler”.

yn bristled at Spiderwoman's stern tone, her own temper flaring as she pushed back against the other girl's unwavering concern.

"Yu Jimin, enough! Stop treating me like a child. I know exactly what I’m doing."

What?

The words hung heavy in the air between them, a palpable tension crackling with the weight of unspoken truths. In that fleeting moment, Spiderwoman's mask of stoicism slipped, revealing the vulnerable girl beneath the facade.

Spiderwoman's eyes widened in shock at the sound of her real name on yn's lips, her heart skipping a beat as she grappled with the sudden shift in dynamics between them. In that brief, poignant moment, the boundaries that had once defined their relationship blurred, leaving behind a lingering sense of uncertainty and unspoken desires.

Jimin's heart pounded erratically in her chest as she watched yn's expression soften, her eyes brimming with unspoken affection. She couldn't believe she had let slip her secret identity, couldn't fathom the repercussions of her reckless actions. But as yn's gaze met hers with unwavering warmth, Jimin felt a flicker of hope ignite within her, a glimmer of possibility in the midst of uncertainty.

"How... How did you find out?" Jimin’s voice barely above a whisper.

yn's smile was gentle, her voice infused with a quiet reassurance as she met Jimin's gaze with unwavering sincerity. "I noticed the little things, the way you always seem to disappear whenever trouble arises, the injuries that miraculously heal overnight. And then there was that slip-up with my name."

Jimin's shoulders sagged with relief at yn's honest confession, her heart swelling with gratitude for the other girl's unwavering acceptance.

"I'm sorry, yn. I never meant to keep this from you. I just... I didn't know how to tell you." Jimin felt like she could cry, she was feeling too much at the moment. Oh brother, I need to lie down.

yn reached out to gently cup Jimin's cheek, her touch tender and reassuring as she offered the other girl a small, understanding smile.

"It's okay, Jimin. I understand. But from now on, let's promise to be honest with each other, no matter what." yn’s smile gave Jimin hope. For the first time, Jimin felt like everything was going to be okay.

Jimin nodded fervently, her heart overflowing with gratitude for yn's unwavering support. As the weight of secrecy lifted from her shoulders, Jimin felt a renewed sense of longing blossom within her, a newfound courage to embrace the vulnerabilities that lay bare between them.

"Thank you, yn. How can I make it up to you?"

yn's smile widened into a mischievous grin as she reached out to delicately trace the contours of Jimin's mask, her touch sending shivers down the other girl's spine.

"I think I have an idea." yn lowered her voice, a smirk on her lips.

With a deft motion, yn carefully pulled away Jimin's mask, revealing the vulnerable girl beneath the facade. In that moment of unspoken intimacy, Jimin felt the walls that had once separated them crumble away, leaving behind an undeniable connection that transcended the boundaries of secrecy and fear.

As their lips finally met in a long-awaited kiss, the world around them faded into obscurity, leaving only the raw, unfiltered emotion that pulsed between them. In that fleeting moment of shared vulnerability, Jimin and yn found solace in each other's arms, daring to believe that love might just conquer all.

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It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and Jimin and yn had decided to spend the day together at their shared dorm room. As they lounged on the couch, Jimin scrolled through her phone while yn leaned against her, idly playing with Jimin's hair.

Suddenly, a breaking news alert flashed across the screen, announcing Spiderwoman's latest heroic feat. yn glanced up, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, as she nudged Jimin playfully. "Looks like your alter ego is making headlines again."

Jimin chuckled, leaning into yn's touch as she replied, "Yeah, she's always stealing the spotlight."

yn grinned, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Jimin's scalp as she teased, "I bet she's just trying to impress her girlfriend."

Jimin's cheeks flushed pink at the playful jab, but she couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at her lips. Wrapping an arm around yn, she pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Well, she's lucky to have such an amazing girlfriend." Jimin whispered against her girlfriend’s temple. Tease me all you want, at the end of the day you still agreed to be mine.

yn grinned, leaning into Jimin's embrace as she retorted, "Flattery will get you everywhere, Spidey."

The two of them dissolved into laughter, the playful banter a comforting reminder of the easy chemistry they shared. As they snuggled together on the couch, Jimin and yn savored the simple joy of being together, grateful for the love and laughter that filled their lives.

With Jimin's arm wrapped around her and the warmth of their shared affection enveloping them, yn couldn't help but feel like the luckiest person in the world. And as they basked in each other's company, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm.

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("Are you a time traveler, yn?"

"No, why?"

"Because every time I look at you, I feel like I'm going back in time. To the moment I fell in love with you."

"Jimin..."

"Gotcha."

"You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"But you love me anyway, right?"

"Always.")

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A/N: Here we go, spider Jimin! I had this sitting on my drafts for the longest time, but here it is. Thank you so much for reading!

I'm working on some requests and I might add a Valentine's Day special as well. It all depends on my schedule, I'm getting a new one tomorrow so we shall see how it goes. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, if you want to request something, feel free to let me know.

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cuddly nerdy peter for the win

peter and may had gotten into an argument and it showed all over peter's face. it wasn't a real argument, more like may had told him to do something a million times, and he didn't, so she finally snapped at him.

peter had barked back, but retreated when may gave him disappointed eyes. she left him alone to wallow around the house, until he called you because he couldn't stand the silence.

your hands combed through his hair, he's melted into your touch. peter's weight is resting on you, his head on your chest while you're sprawled across the couch, peter's legs laid between yours.

'i'm the worst nephew ever.'

'no, you're not.'

'no, i really am. what if she kicks me out?' it's muffled in your shirt, you can't stop a small laugh.

'peter, you threw the f bomb at her, it's not like you committed treason. and even if you did, i doubt she'd kick you out.'

peter shakes his head against your chest, 'i should've never said that, it was wrong.' you kiss the top of his head, 'you told her 'to give you a fucking minute,' petey. not for her to go fuck herself into a hole until her untimely death.'

he's not proud of it, you can hear it in the way he pushes the words out. 'you weren't there, you don't know how i said it. i know you think i'm exaggerating, but when i tell you i had her backing up, i mean it.'

even you pause, 'you had may backing up?'

peter tells you hesitantly, his words like a whisper. 'i was loud.'

no wonder he's so mopey, he felt disappointed with himself. he sent the one person who's shown him nothing but kindness and patience, backing up to get away from his shouts.

'i know you don't yell, so what's got you all heated? i know it wasn't may telling you to take out the trash, even if it was a million times.'

peter can pile a lot on his plate, he has his head pulled in a million directions and taking out the trash was the thing that sent him spiraling.

'i just feel like everyone wants or needs something from me. i'm tutoring for my bio teacher, i'm getting my ass kicked nightly, my girlfriend's upset i skipped out on our third rescheduled date, and now my aunt hates me because all she wanted was for me to take out the trash.'

you frown, 'i'm not upset you canceled, why would you think that?'

'i don't know. i feel like everyone's upset with me lately.'

peter's sad today and it's rare for you to not be able to snap him out of it. no matter what you say, he's more interested in pouting and feeling sorry for himself.

you let him have it, everyone's allowed to have bad days.

'i'm not upset with you, but i can pretend to be so i can fit in.'

'okay, but first can you promise you won't let may kill me?'

you roll your eyes, 'she's not going to kill you.' wrapping your arms tight around him, you hold him with a vice grip.

'and if she does, she'll have to go through me first.'

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Chris "Christopher" Hartley Masterlist

Stories:

Gettogether

Piercings and love

Video Games... (nsfw)

Wendigo Escape! (nsfw)

Waking up

Kiss Me Slowly

On the Line (nsfw)

Affection (nsfw)

Stolen Gazes (nsfw)

Spa Evening

Friend's Best Friend

Computer Assembling (nsfw)

Bloody After Care

Forced Confession

Fast Paced Introduction

A Little Tipsy (nsfw)

A Sweet Surprise (nsfw)

As You Wish (nsfw)

Headcannons:

A Flirty Mess

Nerdy, short'n chubby reader

Potheads

Playing D&D together

Big Build Chris

Giving/receiving head (first time)

Nightly cuddles

Riding him in matching pj's

On your Period

Ceo! Chris and young alt! reader

Sleeping with Chris

Just keep talking

Guilt and Grudges, Game-based story:

Information, requests, updates and ideas: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Prologue

Chapter 1: Memento Mori

Chapter 2: Darkness

Chapter 3: Haunted

Chapter 4: Loyalty

Chapter 5: Dread

Chapter 6: Vengeance

Chapter 7: Loss

Chapter 8: Revelation

Chapter 9: Karma

Chapter 10: Resolution

Epilogue

Features several characters:

Love Languages (all)

Mean-looking Sweetheart (Chris and Mike)

Character's piercings (all)

Virgin Reader (Chris and Josh)

Supportive comments (all)