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lets just be miserable together
Dabi x Oc (they/them)
Bruce “please do not perceive me” Wayne in THE BATMAN (2022)
pleaseeee can i request smut hobie x clingy reader and the reader finds him adorable after he fucks you, like the reader wanting to caress, kiss, hugs hobie after they fuck
of course! hope you like it!
hobie didn't consider himself a clingy person at all. he would actively deny any remark that his friends made about how he couldn't keep his hands off of you. he had a tough time admitting how dependent he became of you and just simply didn’t want to explain himself.
he kept thinking about his neediness, his constant need to touch you. it bugged him. not to say he didn’t understand why he was behaving that way — i mean, come on. you were fucking perfect. who wouldn’t be obsessed?
his brows furrowed together as a moan interrupted his thoughts, his eyes snapping open. “hobie…” you said through choked moans “what’s wrong?” oh yeah, right. he almost forgot he was fucking you into the mattress. his thoughts got the best of him.
“sorry, luv. just got carried away for a sec there” his hands caressed your thighs as he continued to move inside of you. your teeth sunk in your bottom lip as you tried to form sentences “we can stop if you want” you managed to let out.
“never. ‘m finishin’ what i started” hobie says before quickening the pace of his hips, nibbling at your neck. his polished fingernails dug into your skin as he closed his eyes again. how could he be so careless? he was trying to explain his own obsession to you and completely lost sight of what was important: being present while pleasing his girl.
he groaned in annoyance, displeased with himself as his tongue made it way to your breasts, licking them gently. your fingers pressed into his back as one of your hands moved to his hair, pulling it slightly. hobie lets out a small gasp before attacking your skin with love bites again, making you squirm under him.
soon enough he finds his release, cumming on your stomach, before continuing to move inside you, helping you reach you orgasm. he gets up after placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, whispering praises in your ear and comes back with a towel to get you cleaned up and a glass of water. after all that yelling his name he feared your throat might go dry for good.
as you lay under the covers his eyes never leave your body as he goes over your every feature, memorising and taking all of you in. he furrows his eyebrows, lips forming into a small pout. why couldn’t he pull himself away from you? you cast a spell on him. definitely. had to be. no other explanation made sense.
you smiled as you saw the look on his face. moving in closer you pressed your chest against his, fingers slowly caressing his brow. “you’re even more handsome when you think, you know?” you smile as his gaze moves from your body to your face. his facial muscles soften.
“must not be handsome a’ all then. don’t do a lot of thinkin’ usually” you laugh as you smack his arm playfully. “shut up. so, what’s up with you?” you say as your arm sneaks to his waist, fingers drawing patterns on his back. he sighs.
“i just don’t get how i’ve become obsessed with you so quickly” he says as you start pressing kisses on his pecks “oh?” you said amused as your lips continue their ceaseless job “i just can’t get enough of you. it’s uncharacteristic of me”
“do you mind that?” you ask as your kisses trail upwards, ending up on his neck “no. not at all” “good. cause i’m not feeling like stopping” you look at him with a smile. hobie’s hand sneaks to your jawline, thumb grazing your lips “not used to the affection, is all” he says as he stares down at the fleshy delight that is your mouth. god, he wants his lips to touch yours constantly.
“well, you should” you smile before placing small kisses on the palm of his hands. hobie was sure he’d turn into a pile of goo because of you. you made him feel so different. so good. “fuck.. just kiss me already” he mutters before crashing his lips on yours. as he slowly lays on his back you raise your torso up, straddling him and deepening the kiss.
his hand roam your sheet-covered thighs as you pull away, smiling lovingly. “you’re so cute” hobie frowns “am not” “yes you are. adorable actually” you say before bringing him into another kiss “fuck.. you’re lucky i can’t get enough of you” he says against your lips as you grin “i guess i am”
“luv”
“yes, hobie?”
“keep touching me”
I've been binging the scream movies and yeah the first one is till my fave so here's Billy <3
(edit: added a version without the glitch effect <3)
OOOOOHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYY
A Nerdy Middle-aged loser Miguel with a dad bod who teaches your genetics class
Head Canons!
Professor O’Hara was an intimidating man, to say the least. Despite his menacing exterior, he came highly recommended and sought after as a professor due to his ability to clearly get the material across. At times, it felt cutthroat, but he only meant well. He was just very passionate about his job and wanted everyone to learn.
You didn’t think he was scary at all. In fact, that first day of lecture, you new you were doomed. All you saw was a poor, misunderstood, teddy bear of a man. You thought it was so endearing how his glasses sat low on the bridge of his nose, or how he filled out his button ups and vests: equal parts of muscle and squish <3
n you totally stared at his huge butt and dick print oops what I didn’t say that what-
Professor O’Hara who’s scowl would melt away when you’d hurry into class, completely dismissing that fact that you were late. People who had him previously would be so confused that the Miguel O’Hara is stumbling on his own words during a lecture. Little did they know that it was because you, his very pretty and very eager student, was sitting front row and center. You’d fix your hair or apply lip gloss hoping you’d get his attention, and you succeeded.
Professor O’Hara thought you were so cute. He loved the way you dressed, the way you’d raise your hand and ask such good questions, the way you took notes, making them look equally as adorable as you. It didn’t help that you were a total ace in his class. Your brains n beauty were going straight to both of his heads……..
Professor O’Hara who although was naturally pretty distant and quiet with students, was trying very hard to be vocal with you, making sure to let you know when you were doing good. “Good job today, Mama.” “Thank you for being so involved in class today, mama, I appreciate it.” “Aye, Mama, make sure you get some sleep before the quiz tomorrow, mkay?” “Have a safe weekend, mama, and please, if you need anything, you have my email. It doesn’t matter what time it is.” and if he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud, he’d definitely leave notes for you when handing back your work <3
Professor O’Hara who now wakes up earlier and takes longer to get ready in the morning. For you. He would put on his most expensive cologne knowing you liked to ask for help. You’d smell it every time he bent over your desk behind you, enough so that the timbre of his low voice tickled your ear and his belly just barely grazing your back.
Professor O’Hara who was developing his own crush on you, even though it was definitely wrong. Besides, you were a model. He was convinced that even if he were a student, he wouldn’t have a chance with you.
Professor O’Hara who always felt his eyes gravitating toward you in the mass of seats when lecturing, as if he forgot what you looked like and needed to see your face again. You’d tilt your head n give him a smile each time he did, as if telling him you’re following along, and this rattled him. He’d smile back right before shying away from your gaze, clearing his throat and starting wherever he left off on in his lesson. You thought that was cute.
Professor O’Hara who was always there for you when you were troubled, his office becoming a place you frequented for comfort. He was a great ear, elbows on his knees and brows furrowed as he listened to your trials and tribulations. Pobrecita preciosa. He hated seeing you this way. His bear hugs always seemed to make the troubles go away.
Professor O’Hara who would praise you after seeing all the work you put into his class. Anytime you were stressed, he’d take you some place other than his office to relax, maybe buy you some tea or your favorite pastry. He’d take those opportunities to learn more about you, asking you in a gentle, sweet tone about your other studies, your goals, your life etc. he’d hopelessly fall for you even more when watching you speak about things you were passionate about, seeing how your eyes sparkled. He’d try to keep his composure by maintaining a stoic expression, but a small smile would crack every time. He was a melting mess.
Professor O’Hara who would keep all your assignments and reread them at home since you liked to leave him little notes like, “ So lucky to have you as a professor” “Amazing class today!” “Looking forward to our tutoring sesh tmw<3”, the curvy letters of your pretty hand writing feeding into his desires for you, those same desires going from wholesome to more lustful.
Professor O’Hara, who’s walls you break down with your kindness, intelligence, humility, and beauty. He’d play with your hair during tutoring sessions, buy you things that reminded him of you, call you ‘mama’ when no one else was around. He loved the way you knit your brows together telling him he shouldn’t be spending money on you as he’s already doing so much for you already, to which he replies, “You deserve it, and more, mama.
Professor O’Hara who, when you stay after class to help him clean (because you volunteered to, otherwise, Miguel would never let you lift even a finger because you’re a princess), instead of picking up stray mechanical pencils, he would imagine you picking up stranded toys in the living room. He’d imagine what it’s like living life with you, having a life with you, then immediately shoo those absurd thoughts away after realizing he’s falling for you after only months of knowing you.
Professor O’Hara who genuinely cares about your well-being, wants to see you succeed and get everything you want and deserve. Who wants the absolute best for you.
A/n: Just some hcs before I continue the story…. I won’t edge y’all for long so just bear w meeeeee <3333
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