#anyway yeah it’s like my cheeks have seams

[mocksyoucondescendingly]

does anybody else got the scars inside your mouth from constantly biting your cheek?

#love the word cheek so much #it’s like an onomatopoeia… #anyway yeah it’s like my cheeks have seams #like if i run my tongue along the side #and i. like. incessantly chew and bite my inner cheeks. ever since i was a little boy. #so i’m like. ohhhh #wooooowwww #i’m stoned dmm

[feyhunter78]

Sidewalk Kisses

Art cred: mia_bobrhia

“No, so then we get to the next chapter, the one we were supposed to read before class, right? And this dumbass goes wait, who’s Ophelia again? We’re literally reading Hamlet; the book cover is that super famous painting of Ophelia, and he doesn’t even know who she is.” You rant, waving your hands wildly in frustration, recounting the drama from your last class as you and Miguel take the back way to your next classes. You’re walking down the cracked sidewalk, the large looming trees above, birds singing in their branches, it’s quiet, no one else is around.

Miguel hums in halfhearted acknowledgment, and you look over at him, slowing your pace.

“Sorry, I know I’m being dramatic, but it just pisses me off.” You say, and Miguel can see you curling in on yourself.

“Don’t apologize, I’m just enjoying listening.” He says, trying to blink himself out of the trace your beauty has put him in. “And looking at you.”

You look so pretty, your hair tied up, a few strands falling perfectly, framing your face, the sun on your skin, the flowers blooming on the trees and bushes behind you.

You give him a shy smile, looking up at him through your mascara adorned lashes. “You’re so sweet.”

It’s his turn to be shy, and he ducks his head. “It’s easy to be sweet to you, you deserve it.”

You smack his arm playfully, full on beaming at him now. “Shut up, I adore you.”

I love you. The words sit on the tip of his tongue, poised, ready for action, but he chokes them down. “Now who’s being too sweet?”

You giggle, and it’s like music, like bells, like everything he’s ever wanted to hear. He loves to hear you laugh.

Miguel wants to kiss you, but he knows once he starts, he won’t be able to stop, and you both have classes to get to.

“Yeah, yeah, but anyways, so Dr. Wrinkler is like young man she is the very reason we’re reading this book. And dumbass just says I thought we were reading Hamlet because of Hamlet. Literally starts arguing with the professor! And I’m just sitting there dumbfounded, but also happy because I didn’t actually read the chapter before class, so I don’t mind him wasting class time.” You admit, giving Miguel an impish smile.

“My girlfriend, the ever-diligent student, is secretly a rule breaker, who would’ve known?” He jokes, glancing over at you when you stop dead in your tracks. “What’s wrong?”

You smile and go up on your toes, pressing your lips against his cheek. “I just don’t think I’ve ever heard you call me your girlfriend before; I like it.”

His cheeks warm and he ducks his head. “I…I like it too.”

You coo at him and smother his face with quick kisses, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down to your height, angling your lips against his in a way that feels both romantic and wildly inappropriate. His head spins and he can’t stop a whimper from escaping when your nails graze against the nape of his neck, and your tongue traces the seam of his lips.

You smile against him, tangling your hands in his hair, manicured nails massaging his scalp, his glasses digging into the bridge of his nose a bit. He doesn’t care, you could devour him, break him into tiny pieces, melt him down, mold him into something new, whatever you want as long as you keep kissing him.

His hands go to your waist, pulling you closer, instinct taking over as he explores every inch of your mouth, the tip of his tongue running across yours, his grip tightening when he feels your breathing speed up.

You break away, breathing harshly, leaning into him like your knees are weak. “You’re um—you’re really good at that.”

“Only with you, mi dulce.” He says, and it’s not a lie, it’s the truest thing he knows. He likes kissing you, it comes naturally, everything he does you like and vice versa, there’s no wrong moves with you. “You inspire greatness in me.”

“Who knew you had such a silver tongue?” You tease, looking up at him with your pupils blown wide, your hands trailing lower, caressing his broad back.

Maybe he could convince you to skip class?

“If you would let me, I could show you more of it.” The words are honeyed, far smoother than he thought they would be, and Miguel holds his breath as he waits for your response.

Your breath catches in your throat and blink at him, stunned, flustered, lips parted in shock, or maybe anticipation? It’s an intoxicating expression, one that fuels him, fills him with courage.

“Déjame mostrarte cómo me has inspirado, mi musa, déjame arrodillarme ante ti, pintarte, tocarte, adorarte.” He whispers, drunk on your reaction, on the feeling of all your attention focused solely on him. Trsl: Let me show you how you have inspired me, my muse, let me kneel before you, paint you, touch you, worship you.

“Oh…” You breathe out, as you tilt your head subconsciously, your eyes flickering down to his lips.

He doesn’t need any other instruction, and he closes the distance, humming at the way you melt into him. He could do this forever, just you and him in the quiet of the day, sheltered by the shadow of the trees.

A sharp wolf whistle breaks you two apart.

“Damn, y/n, is that Honor Council approved?” Kelsy, one of your sisters’ calls, making you turn on your heel.

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me, Ms. Honor Council Chairman?” You call back, rolling your eyes playfully.

“It’s not, but we’re going to be late for class, so I’ll excuse it.” Kelsy says, linking her arm with yours and pulling you towards the direction of your class, casting a sympathetic look over her shoulder towards Miguel. “Sorry lover boy, gotta steal your girl, good grades and all that.”

He just nods, feeling back in that daze from before. It’s only the sight of you blowing him a kiss that breaks the trance, and he forces himself to head to his own class, the feeling of your lips on his still lingering.

I KNOW THIS ONE IS SHORT BUT I'M TRAINING THE NEW GIRL AT WORK SO I'VE HAD ZERO TIME TO WRITE + EDIT, SO THIS IS ALL I'VE GOT TILL SHE CAN STAND ON HER OWN SO SORRYYYY

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan, @scaryplanetdestroyer, @denzmallows, @36namey, @scoobysnakz, @ihateuguys, @idkbros-world @smartyren, @deputy-videogamer, @blackrose8425, @amberpanda99, @marshhbs, @queerponcho

#meg's writing #nerd miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #nerd!miguel #college au #college!miguel #college!reader #sorority!reader #nerd!miguel o'hara

[h1schier13]

GOOD LOOKING BOY——LUKE HUGHES——

word count- 1.1k

Luke Hughes x fem reader

p in v protected/ oral sex/ hookup

You and Dawson had just arrived at the bar. The Devils had beaten Philly 4-1 and the whole team decided to celebrate.

“Ready to meet the boys?” Dawson said, his light accent coming out as he spoke.

“Yeah,” you smiled. Dawson opened the door and you walked in, him following closely behind. The lights of the bar were dimmed, and many jersey-related things scattered around. You looked over to see the devils enjoying drinks and chatting with each other. Dawson walked over first.

“Hey, Dawson” A man got up and hugged him. He was much taller than you, only a bit taller than Dawson. Dark hair and hazel eyes. You found yourself drawn to him.

“Hey Lukey” Dawson chuckled before turning to you.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N” he stuck his hand out and you shook it. Tingles spread throughout your palms. His hands larger and rougher than yours.

“Same to you” you replied and a faint blush coated Luke’s cheeks.

The night went on, you met the rest of Dawson's teammates, and you got yourself a drink.

“I’ll be right over there, is that ok” Dawson asked. You nodded and took a sip of your drink. He left and sat with Holtz and Lazar. You looked around and a grin formed on your face when you spotted Luke, his eyes occasionally running up your body. You set your drink down, hopped off the barstool, and headed towards him.

“Hi, Luke “ You smiled at him. He looked up meeting your eyes.

“Would you mind giving me a ride home?” The truth was you didn’t need a ride but you wanted to be alone with him.

“Oh, uh, yeah sure, I was planning on heading out now anyway” He replied pretty quickly. You walked over to Dawson and let him know you were heading home so he wouldn’t worry later. He gave you a knowing look and you giggled.

You ran back to Luke, before exiting the bar with him. You both got into his car.

“you’re cute” you confessed.

“What?” The light shade of pink you loved covered his cheeks.

“I said you’re cute, as in I find you attractive” Luke tilted his head like a confused puppy.

“Oh, thank you” He smiled.

“Here’s my address “You grabbed his phone and put your address into Google Maps.

The car was silent as Luke drove. You looked outside admiring the stars that filled the night sky.

Minutes quickly went by and Luke let you know that you had arrived.

“Would you like to come inside?” You asked him.

“yes.” His eyes met yours. His chest rose and fell from the deep breaths he took.

“Ok,” you got out, then headed inside.

“Nice place” You turned around to reply to him, but you caught his eyes on your ass. He quickly looked up, letting out a nervous cough.

“If you wanna kiss me all you have to do is ask?” Luke barely wasted a second, one hand pulling you by the waist the other holding your cheek. His lips pressed against yours.

You licked the seam of his lips asking for entrance, and that’s what he gave you. Your tongues fought over dominance. The kiss grew deeper and deeper till you broke it.

“Let’s go to my room,” you said. Luke nodded before kissing you again. He wrapped your legs around him and picked you up.

Somehow Luke managed to find your bedroom, the door being slammed open before you were laid against the bed. Luke kneeled on the floor and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Oh, good lord.

He unzipped your jeans and pulled them down. You took your top off then threw it on the floor. Luke looked up his eyes focused on your bra-covered chest before making eye contact with you. The contact didn’t break as he moved your underwear to the side and licked up your pussy.

“Shit” your hand grasped at his dark curls. His mouth now fully pressed against you. His tongue ran up and down your slit before thrusting inside you, causing you to release a moan.

Luke continued his movements making your orgasm get closer and closer. One more thrust of his tongue and stars filled your vision.

“Luke” you moaned, his mouth drinking you up, taking all your body had to offer.

You sat up and urged him to stand up before you unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. You pushed him down onto the bed beside you.

You got up and straddled him, then moved your hips back and forth against him.

“Condom?” You got off him then reached over to your nightstand and pulled one out.

“Can I?” Luke nodded. You pulled his boxers down and rolled the condom onto his erection.

You pulled your underwear off and unclasped your bra before straddling Luke again. His tip runs along the seam of your pussy.

You pressed your lips against his, moaning into his mouth, as you lowered onto him. His cock slowly filling you to the brim.

You waited a second before you lifted your hips and came back down. Luke’s hands gripping your hips. Supporting you with the thrusts. Again and again. Up and down.

“You’re so beautiful” Luke whimpered. His face lowered to your neck, he slowly kissed it.

“I’m so close” you moaned. Luke started to thrust upwards, your hips meeting each other. The thrusts gradually got faster and faster before sparks ran through your bodies and you both came. Luke stilled, filling the condom.

He pulled out, threw the condom in the garbage, and headed to the bathroom. After a few seconds, you heard the bath start. Luke came out and picked you up before bringing you to the bathroom. He set you in the bath, the warm water relieving your sore muscles.

Luke sat on the bathroom floor next to you and grabbed a washcloth and some soap. He gently cleaned your body then washed your hair with the shampoo and conditioner that sat beside your bathtub.

“Thank you,” you told him. He smiled.

“Don’t thank me it’s the bare minimum”

“Again, thank you” You kissed him on the cheek. They grew a light pink and you giggled before splashing some water on him.

“Hey!” Luke laughed. He was so pretty.

“Can you get me a towel” Luke did as you asked and wrapped it around you.

You got out of the bath, got dressed in your pajamas, and brushed your teeth.

“Do you wanna stay the night?” You asked Luke.

“I would really like that”

thank you for reading!

Edited 3/25/24

#hockey #nj devils #nhl hockey #hockey fanfiction #fanfic #smut #luke hughes #nhl imagine #nhl players #umich hockey

[meowzfordayz]

gifting them a handmade sweater — hashira men

Author’s Note: tried to write these a lil silly, a tad awkward, and very sweet. 🥰

gifting them a handmade sweater — hashira men

Word Count: ~1,700

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Emergency Request Fulfilled: This may be a silly request. I decided to knit my boyfriend a sweater and like I tried my best but when I gave it to him he thought I bought it and went on about how I should return it because it looked awful and was laughing. I didn’t have the heart to say I did it and it shattered my heart 🥲Is it possible you could write a lil something of how the hashira men react to an f reader giving them a sweater they made for them? I feel silly requesting something so dorky. 

~faqs~

Will it fit? is Gyomei’s first concern as his fingers peruse the fuzzy material shoved shyly into his awaiting hands

—HEHEHE 😏

—Will it fit? 😏😏

—Why do I always get struck by Horny Cupid™ whenever I hc for Gyomei? 🥲

—The man’s a stud 😏😏😏

—That’s why 😌

—Anyway

He doesn’t recall you asking to take his measurements

But then he remembers how often you borrow his clothes

#you don’t need to ask

#it’s OUR closet tyvm 😃

“What’s the occasion?” he questions softly, slipping off his current shirt in favor of trying on his new sweater

—HELLO ABS 😳🫠

—Nothing wrong w/ your partner undressing in front of you, nothing at all 🫢

“Y’know you can wear it over a shirt, right?”

So sue you if you’re suddenly a tad breathless 😅

Gyomei smirks at the hitch in your voice

He’s onto us you 😵‍💫

“I thought you’d be more appreciative of my method.” 😎

—Hrr 🥵

“Does it fit?”

“You tell me,” he chuckles, “Does it look okay? I’m not bursting at the seams?”

*cue unapologetic glance downward*

“N-nope, not bursting at the seams.” 🙃

“I’ll wear it,” he promptly answers your silently hovering question, “I’m honored by the time and effort you put into this gift. Thank you.”

“How honored?” you squeak

“Extremely,” as he reaches for your face, his mouth curving into a gentle smile as you settle your jaw into his cupped palms, “You are simply the best.”

He kisses your nose knowing it’ll make you giggle ☺️

“I can’t accept this.”

Help this man

Obanai is already a tomato 🍅

Say something nice, and he might just squirt 😃

“What is that supposed to mean?” you huff, eyes narrowed at his immediate rejection of your hard work

“I don’t deserve it!” ☹️

“The hell you don’t deserve? Is my effort not worthy of your wear? Am I not worthy of you?”

You don’t mean to play dirty or harshly, but c’mon

Immediate rejection of a gift stings, yanno? 😕

“No, no, no, your effort is more than worthy! Too worthy! I just-”

Obanai shuts up, grabs the sweater, and tugs it over his head in one only slightly tangled motion

“CnIhvesumhep?” comes his garbled voice from somewhere inside the sweater

Rolling your eyes, you guide the collar around the top of his head, exasperated smile tugging at the corner of your mouth when his head finally pops through

“I graciously accept your gift,” he mumbles 😅

“Yeah?” you smirk, arms crossing, “That was so gracious of you.”

Pouting, he flicks your forehead faster than you can step back, cheeks dusted rose as he murmurs, “I’m working on it.” 🥺

You vow then and there to shower your sheepish, brilliant man in more gifts, more often

Nothing like a lil exposure therapy to quicken his progress 😇

(ofc, you don’t go too overboard, bc respecting his boundaries and comfort is foremost)

“I love it!” Kyojuro declares, dazzling grin on his face, eyes wide with delight as he hugs the sweater to his chest ❤️‍🔥

“You haven’t even tried it on!” you giggle, shoving playfully at his bicep, “If it doesn’t fit, then I can make adjustments.”

“If it is too small for me, then you are welcome to keep it for yourself, and I will commission you to make me a bigger, matching one!”

You blink once, twice

He really likes it that much?

“Is this you being generous, or sincere?” you ask, not unkindly

“I am being both!”

Damn his beautiful, brain-slowing smile 😭

What were you about to say? 🙃

“What if it’s too big?”

“Then I will be all the more cozy, and I will still commission you to make yourself a matching, oversized sweater!”

“If you’re so interested in wearing matching clothes, then you could just say so,” you snort, cheeks warming at the sight of Kyojuro’s skin peeking out from under his shirt 🫢

(bc he did the whole arms-raising-to-put-on-the-sweater-and-oop-there’s-his-sexy-midriff thing)

“I am interested in supporting you and your creative ventures!” striking a pose, “This might be the most comfortable sweater I have ever owned!” 🤗

“You’re exaggerating.” 🥴

“Perhaps,” he admits, closing the gap between your skepticism and his enthusiasm, lips planted firmly on your forehead, “But I meant it when I said I love it, and it fits perfectly fine.” 🥰

“Is this homemade?” he demands

… 😬

“Yes, Sanemi.”

“I can tell.”

Oof 🥲

But he puts it on faster than your embarrassment can react

“It fits,” in his typical gruff-w/-hint-of-pride/affection tone

—Truth be told, he didn’t expect it to fit 💀

He makes sure to wear it at least once a week 

Informs you about all the compliments it receives

(you can trust he isn’t lying bc he gets flustered and grumpy)

Doesn’t tell you about how he ~mildly threatens anyone who dares to even glance at it oddly 😃

Maybe it’s not his favorite sweater, but you’re his favorite person 💞

Sanemi’d never tell you this lest you took advantage, but: he’d swap out his entire wardrobe (and that includes his expensive items) for clothes handmade by you and only you 🥺

If you so desired to make him an entire new wardrobe, that is 😆

#he’d pay you, ofc #and he’d only miss his grey sweatpants ~a lil 😏 #emphasis on grey sweatpants 😏

—I need help

“I have a gift for you too,” Muichiro smiles, ears pink, nose crinkled happily

“Oh?”

“It’s not much,” as he wiggles into the sweater, “But it reminded me of you,” rushing off to fetch his present

“Tada!” he returns moments later, a mug cradled carefully against his chest, “I found it at a thrift shop.” 😁

Its coloring reminds you of the ocean after a storm, large and tall with a thick handle, textured sides providing dimension and uniqueness 🌊

“I thought you said we didn’t need more mugs,” you manage to mumble, cheeks already beginning to hurt from how widely you’re smiling 🥺🥰

“We don’t,” he shrugs, entirely unbothered, “But I’ll always need your happiness, and this makes you happy.”

It does 💓

—As a mug hoarder, Muichiro’s hcs are only ~very self indulgent of me 🤪

“You haven’t told me what you think about my gift to you!”

“It’s a bit tight around the shoulders, but the overall construction is phenomenal.” 👌

“I can adjust it.” 😅

“Yes please. I’ll wear it plenty if it fits properly.” 👍

Forwardness may not feel uber romantic, but well meaning honesty warms your heart all the same 😌

“It’s not holiday season,” Giyuu tilts his head, brow furrowed 🤨

“Are you calling it ugly?” you scowl, lips pursed, “Sweaters aren’t specifically for the holidays, Giyuu, they’re good for layering and style,” eyes narrowing, “Although perhaps the issue here is your overall lack of style?” 😐

“I’m not calling it ugly,” he deadpans, lump in his throat when he notices how shiny your eyes are, “Are you going to cry?” 😳

“NO.” 😖😢

“I’m not calling it ugly!” more urgent now, his expression softening as cool fingers brush gently against your cheek, “I suppose I do lack… style,” gruff tone coaxing a watery smile from you, “Will I regret asking for your expertise?” 😶🫶

“Maaaybe,” you finally crack an exuberant grin, turning your head to press a tender kiss into his palm, “There are a lot of rules.” 😃

“A lot of…” doing his best to conceal his noticeable grimace, “Rules?”

“There’re three main facets of fashion: comfort, utility, and just because.”

“Just because?” 🤔

—Confused Giyuu is my fave Giyuu teehee 😇

—Also: take my fashion ~advice w/ a grain of salt

—My main concern is color coordination

—Beyond that, I’m (almost) as oblivious/do-not-care as Giyuu 😂

“Sweatshirt and sweatpants combo? Comfort. Raincoat and rain boots when it’s raining? Utility. Athletic gear while working out? Utility. The incredible sweater I painstakingly made for you? Comfort and just because.”

Amusement flickers in his gaze as understanding slowly dawns 👀

“And what about pajamas?”

“Comfort and utility.”

“And,” his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, “Nude?” 🫢

“All three,” you wink, “Especially if it involves both of us in bed.”

Giyuu may lack style, but he does not lack the ability to end up in bed—nude—w/ you 😵‍💫😈😉

Tengen: Does it light up? 🧐

Suma: It’s gorgeous! 😍 *squeals excitedly*

You: Excuse me? 😐

Tengen: *pondering* Can you add glitter? 🤔

Hina: Tengen… 😕

Tengen: Don’t get me wrong! I love the design, and the fit is comfortable, but-

Makio: Did you not notice the interwoven tinsel yarn?

Tengen: *huffs* Is that what’s so itchy? 😒

You: TENGEN. 😑

Tengen: *pouts* I have sensitive breasts. 😞

You: *scowling* So wear a damn shirt underneath it.

Tengen: *wistful sigh* But then your love and affection won’t directly touch my skin. 🥺

Suma: Ooh babe, could you make me one next? ☺️ *bambi eyes*

Makio: Hold up, ME next! 😁 *gripping your hand*

Hina: *patiently* I’d love one too, please and thank you. 😇

Tengen: One of you could have mine, and then I could get a new one that doesn’t irritate my br-

Everyone sans Tengen: TENGEN! 😡

Hina: Be grateful, not greedy!

Makio: Shut up about your breasts.

Suma: I’ll take yours, and give it the appreciation and attention it deserves!

Tengen: *thoroughly berated* Thank you [y/n], I apologize for my insensitivity and selfishness. 😓

You: *amused* *Makio is tucked into your left side* *Suma into your right* Is it truly that itchy?

Tengen: *quietly* No.

You: I’ll make sweaters as your birthday gifts, does that seem fair enough? 💝

Makio: *thinking hard* Fine.

Suma: *wetly smooches your cheek* Perfect! Thank you!

Hina: If you wouldn’t mind teaching me, then I’d be content to make my own. *eyeing Makio, Suma, and Tengen* You already have your hands full, after all. 😝

You: *giggling* *meanwhile, the aforementioned trio glare @ Hina* It’d be my pleasure. 🫶

Tengen: Alright, alright, group hug! 😤

You: *cooing* Aww, do you feel left o- 

Tengen: *proceeds to squish you, Hina, Makio, and Suma into a gigantic hug* *aka he most certainly does feel left out* 🙄💗

#hashira x reader #headcanons #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #iguro obanai #obanai x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tokito muichiro #muichiro x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader

[bokutosbiceps]

home for the holidays

bokuto koutarou  x gn!reader | fluff | ~1k words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit

a/n: ugh, fuck, i love kou so much y’all. he’s like. idk. so fucking cute i am so ready to write this i am cracking my knuckles 🥺 anyways, i feel like this is so bad—i haven’t written for bo in SO LONGGGG

18+ MDNI

koutarou clings to your back, far too large to actually wrap his arms and legs around you, but he would if he could. 

“y/n…” he whines, resting his head on your shoulder and squeezing your waist tighter in his arms.

“kou, how many times have I told you it won’t be ready for a little while?” you turn around with what little room he’s giving you, placing your hands on either side of his face and squishing his cheeks together. you giggle at his cute little pout, his lips all puckered.

you lean forward and place an exaggerated kiss on his lips, complete with a “mwah!”, making koutarou’s eyes light up. 

“better?” you ask, still holding his face so you can look him in the eyes.

“yeah!” kou nods and takes your wrists in his hands, keeping your hands on his face. “i still wanna eat the gingerbread, though!”

you giggle and gently pry your wrists from his grasp, leaning down to look through the little window to the inside of the oven. the gingerbread is still soft, you can tell, but it looks like it’ll be done in twenty minutes or so. for koutarou, though, that might as well be thirty days. 

“you don’t wanna decorate it? that’s half the fun of making gingerbread!” 

koutarou’s eyes light up once more, seeming to have forgotten the little gingerbread house decorating competition you two were gonna have. whoever’s house was prettier, you’d bring it to the christmas party that kuroo was hosting, and the ugly one would be eaten. it was a win-win situation in both of your eyes.

“ohmigosh, yeah!” koutarou stands up proudly, his arms folded across his chest. you let your gaze trickle down to where his forearm muscles bulged and his biceps popped against the tight, ridiculous, ugly holiday sweater he was wearing. you never pass up the chance to ogle your beefcake of a boyfriend. “sorry, babe, but i’m definitely gonna be the one to bring my masterpiece to kuroo’s! i’m an artistic god!”

“i’m sure you are, kou…” you say, sliding your hands over his arms and smiling up at him mischievously. “so we have about ten or fifteen more minutes left…is there anything you wanna do while we wait?”

koutarou picks up on the suggestive lilt in your voice and a mischievous grin of his own spreads across his lips.

“yeah, let’s make out on the couch.” he says curtly, his lips curling into an even wider grin.

you don’t have to be told twice, so you immediately start making your way toward the couch in the living room. you lay down and look up to see koutarou about to climb on top of you, but then he’s dashing away down the hall, after muttering a quick “wait!”

you hear a rustle down the hall and immediately know what he’s doing. a small breath of a chuckle exits your nose as you watch koutarou reappear and hover over you, dangling something in his hand.

“can’t kiss without mistletoe! ‘tis the season and all that!” koutarou says with a playful grin, continuing to dangle the mistletoe above the two of you while he leans in to press a sweet kiss to your lips. you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and pull him closer, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss.

at this point, koutarou discards the mistletoe on the ground and grips your hips in his strong, calloused hands. so much for tis the season. his tongue runs along the seam of your closed ones and you open them, allowing him to explore your mouth to his hearts content. you feel your heart hammering in your chest, fully enjoying the way he’s kissing you like he’s a marine returning to land, and fully enjoying the little moans and whines coming from way dep down in his chest.

he brings your hips up and uses his knee to separate your legs so he can sit in between them, jutting his own hips into the apex of your thighs. you gasp as he starts to slowly roll his hips against you, feeling a bit overwhelmed at the way he’s rutting against you and practically shoving his tongue down your throat.

the beeping of the timer separates your lips from koutarou’s, and you rush over to the oven for fear of burning the gingerbread, since it’s so easy to do. you grab your oven mitts and open the oven, sighing and smiling in satisfaction at the nice, even, brown tone of the gingerbread pieces as you pull them out of the heat.

koutarou is once again attached to your backside, his hands on your hips and his head in the crook of your neck. he’s whining again, but for a different reason than before.

“doll, can’t we go lay down for a lil? it’ll feel really nice…” koutarou suggests, knowing full well that the two of you wouldn’t just be laying down. 

“i thought you were excited for the gingerbread, kou?” you giggle, goosebumps rising on your skin as you feel him start to press wet kisses to the back of your neck. 

“i am, but there’s something else i’m more excited for right now…” koutarou accentuates his confession by using his index fingers to stroke the skin over your pubic bone and his thumbs to rub circles into your hips. you can feel something pressing against your back.

you move around the kitchen with koutarou in tow, quickly setting the gingerbread pieces onto cooling racks and placing the frosting and mini candies back into the fridge for safe keeping. once you finish, you turn around in his hold and trace your fingers down the slant of his jaw, a flirtatious smile playing on your lips.

“well, ya know…we do have to let the gingerbread cool for a while before we can decorate it.” you pause to spread your hands against his chest. “how ‘bout we go lay down, then?”

koutarou grins and wastes no time in picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder, his arm tight around the curve of your ass to keep you in place, practically skipping to the bedroom.

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[peterman-spideyparker]

Corduroy (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: This is just a cute little something that I wrote on my phone one afternoon and just forgot to move over to my laptop. Enjoy! :)

Summary: You’re married to the love of your life, doing what you love, living a life that you never could have imagined. There’s so many reasons to be happy, but there’s a new one that will expand both yours and Matt’s world forever.

Warning: Fluff, like, so much domestic fluff, a dash of angst (Matt gets a bit grumpy and pouty), pregnancy announcement and mentioned of false positives, a little swearing, allusions to sex

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 1,026

“Hey!” Matt smiles brightly as you meet him on the sidewalk, coming from the opposite side of the street.

“Hey, hon,” you smile softly, leaning in for a sweet kiss. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“I know. It’s like we live together or something.”

You laugh and kiss him once more, sliding his hand in yours, the warmth of his skin making your hand tingly, your heart never failing to skip a beat whenever you feel the precious metal of his wedding band brush against your skin. 

“Ooh, you like me,” he teases as you walk up the stairs to the loft, pressing a kiss into your cheek. 

“Of course I like you, I married you, you dork,” you smirk, lightly elbowing him. 

“You wanna kiss me,” he hums, kissing you as you hit the top landing of the stairs. 

“What is up with you, Murdock?” you giggle in between kisses. 

“Nothing!”

“Such a bold faced liar, you are.”

“Fine!” he chuckles, lips attaching to your neck as you unlock the door. “I might have been able to get us reservations to a very fancy restaurant.”

“Like I need to shave my legs fancy?”

“Yeah, that fancy.”

“Damn, Murdock.”

“Perfect for a night of wining—.” He kisses the sweet spot on the side of your neck. “—dining—.” He mimics the motion on the other side. “—and sixty-ni—.”

“Matt!” you giggle as he brings his lips to yours, dipping you in the apartment as he kisses you. “Seriously, what has gotten into you?”

“Angel, come on!” he chuckles, but his face quickly falls when he realizes you don’t know what has him so elated. “You forgot?”

“Matt, I—.”

“It’s okay.” The look on his face tells you that it’s very much not okay.

“Please, Matty, don’t look at me like that. I’m sorry.”

He kisses your forehead. “It doesn’t matter. We can still have a good night. It’s okay.”

You follow him into the bedroom, feeling like you’re on the verge of tears. You forgot something that was important to him—the man that always puts others first, cares about what’s important to you, and you forgot something that clearly meant a hell of a lot to him.

“You have the right to be upset with me,” you say softly, putting your bag down by the bed and sitting on the mattress. “You don’t need to act like it doesn’t bother you.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Yes it is. I made you sad.” You lean over the side of the bed and pick up a wrapped gift from your work back. “Sorry?”

“You got me a gift?”

“Yeah. I was gonna give it to you anyways, but, now it kinda serves as an apology gift too.”

Matt takes a seat next to you and leans in and kisses you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Finding the seams, he tears the gift open, running his fingers across the the bumps in the cover, opening the book and repeating the process.

“It’s Corduroy,” Matt says, confused. “I . . . I’m stumped on this one, angel.”

“Well, you said that your gram and dad would read it to you when you were little. You loved it. I was hoping maybe you could keep the tradition alive with our baby.”

Matt is silent for a second, the confusion evident and your words having to push him through it. The book falls out of Matt’s hands when it clicks and he lurches over toward you and wraps you in a tight hug. 

“When—?”

“The dentist this morning was the gynecologist,” you clarify as you hug him in delight and relief. “I needed to hear it from them before I said anything, Matty. I’ve had so many false positives and have been so close to telling you when it wasn’t true, and—.”

“Oh my God,” he cries into your neck, his hand holding the back of your head, scrunching your hair as he holds you tight. “Oh my God.”

Matt doesn’t let go for a long time, using you as his anchor as he’s filled with nothing but excitement. When he finally pulls away, his eyes are red from crying, tears staining his cheeks, and more in his eyes yet to fall.

“You’re pregnant,” he says so quietly, as if speaking the sentence into existence will make it untrue. 

“Super pregnant,” you sniffle as you wipe away his tears. 

“H-How far along?”

“They think just about eight weeks, give or take.”

Matt sniffles as he laughs, wiping away a tear with the heel of his hand as he tilts his head down toward your stomach. 

“Hi baby,” he whispers as he gently swipes a hand over your stomach. He rests his palm there, gentle but firm, before he lifts his head up to you and kisses you again. 

“I’m sorry I spaced on today,” you whisper as you continue to push tears off of his cheek. “I just—.”

“Hey, don’t,” he breathes, pressing kisses into the palms of your hands. “This . . . This is so much better.”

“Can I ask what today was?” you try quietly. 

“It’s the anniversary of our first date,” he explains softly. “I knew by the end of the night I wanted to marry you.”

You run your fingers through his fluffy hair and kiss his forehead. “Babe, that’s tomorrow. We had our first date after Professor Aleena’s final. It’s the passcode on my phone.” 

“I know it was after Aleena’s final. The 18th.”

“Mmhm, it was. Today is the 17th.” You lean forward and kiss him tenderly, preventing him from responding. “But now we get to celebrate tonight for a whole different reason.”

“That we do. Only this time, I’m drinking for two, and you’re eating for two.”

He smiles from ear to ear as you rest your forehead on his. “Yes we are.”

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Feeling You Can't Fight - Chapter Three

Not Beta Read - Masterlist - Pride Event Fic 🏳️‍🌈

Written for the @flightlessangelwings pride event - (Yes this was written for the 2023 pride event and I'm trying to finish it before pride 2024 I'M SORRY).

Summary (Entire Fic Summary)

After replacing the loathsome former staff manager of the National Art Gallery in London, you find yourself all too interested in one of your employees in particular. Manager and employee relationships aren't allowed, and even if they were, you aren't sure if the nervous gift shoppist would be interested in you anyway. There's only one way to find out...

Reader Inclusivity

Reader is not race coded, is a cis man, taller than MK by a few inches, British, ex military, has a big peen

Tags/Warnings (for entire series)

NSFW, writer is NOT from the UK so please be gentle, I did my best with UK terms and such, smut, anal sex, oral sex, anal creampies, cum eating, cum swallowing, rough sex, Marc has DID, reader has mild PTSD, PTSD symptoms, trauma responses, semi-public sex, praise kink, fluff, comfort, angst, romance, love, forbidden relationship (boss and employee), minor physical violence.

Word Count: 3.1k

“Wait love wait!”

The entire demeanor of the man in front of you changed into the sweet, caring man that you were smitten with. You let go of him, stepping back and looking down at him with a furrowed brow. You felt your heart racing as your fight or flight kicked in. Steven looked nervous as he stepped forward, pressing his palm to your broad chest.

“D-darling I…well…we have something we want to share with you and I thought that if we’re getting more serious then…no time like the present yeah?”

“Steven…what’s going on?” You were trying not to express your irritation with him, but your balled fists gave you away.

“M’gonna let Marc tell you everything but you have to promise not to hurt him, yeah?” Steven looked up at you, brows turned up and knitted together as he awaited your answer.

He gulped, rubbing your clothed pecks with his hand, smoothing out the wrinkles in your button-down. He tried smiling at you, biting his bottom lip. You didn’t like making Steven so frightened so you let out a deep exhale. If he wasn’t scared or in danger, then you didn’t need to be so on edge. You nodded slowly.

Steven let out a deep breath, “right then, gonna let him out now.”

You watched in awe as Steven’s eyes rolled back in his head and then his body changed again. He stood a little taller, and his expression appeared a little darker. The man breathed deeply, looking up at you before pulling his hand off your body as though he’d been burned. He averted his gaze. You could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks get a little more rosy.

“What the fuck is happenin’?” You asked in a serious tone.

“Look, I told Steven you weren’t ready for this conversation but he insisted we have it so…here we are. He said it was gettin’ serious with you and he didn’t want any more secrets between you two,” he cleared his throat nervously, “my name is Marc Spector.” The man shrugged, “I guess the easiest way to tell you is to just get it out there so…I have an identity disorder as a result of my childhood trauma.”

You both stood silently for a moment while you absorbed the information. You recalled your time in the British Armed Forces, and some of the horrific things you’d seen. Trauma caused the brain to do amazing things; Things that were difficult to explain sometimes. You understood trauma well. You looked at Marc’s face, seeing the seriousness behind his eyes. This wasn’t a game. This wasn’t some guy trying to mess with you, or pull a fast one on you. This was a man who had been through something horrible, or several horrible things, and it caused his mind to tear at the seams.

You nodded in understanding, “alright, yeah, I don’t know everything there is to know about identity disorders but, I’ve got some mental issues of my own mate, keep goin’.”

Marc nodded and exhaled in relief, “well, my…our mom…”

You put a hand on Marc’s shoulder, “s’fine, you don’t have to explain it t’me.”

“I…Steven, wants me to, he wants you to know, and he’s right…I need to be the one to tell you, because I’m the one who was there.” He looked away from you and at the floor, “our mom used to beat me, she hated me.”

You squeezed Marc’s shoulder gently. His head jolted up, glossed eyes meeting with yours. He shook his head, as though he were begging you not to make him continue.

“I meant what I said, and I’m talkin’ to Steven too…you don’t have to explain this t’me. I understand.”

“Fuck,” Marc said, turning away from you and covering his face in his hands.

I was awkward as hell to stand there while Marc cried, but you were glad he was getting it off his chest. You wondered if he’d ever shared this with anyone, or if it was only you. Either way, you knew he wasn’t sharing for his own sake, but instead for Steven’s, and you could respect that. When you look back now, you think that on the same day you met Marc, was the day you fell in love with him too, but you didn’t realize it yet.

“There’s another one too,” Marc looked at the water glass on the table.“Steven, I have to tell him.” You watched the - from your perspective - one sided conversation between Marc and Steven. “You didn’t want to keep this a secret but you want to keep him a secret? St–” Marc grumbled and then looked at you, “I’m telling you, even though Steven doesn’t want me to.”

“Tellin’ me what?”

“Jake is the third one of us. You may never meet him, but he’s here nonetheless,” Marc let out a sharp exhale, “We don’t really see him much either, but…the three of us get along…kinda.”

“Well, if he’s part of Steven’s life, then I look forward to meeting him,” you gave Marc a kind smirk.

You watched Marc’s entire body language change. It wasn’t like before when he switched from Steven to himself, but instead, it looked like his entire body relaxed with your reassurance. Marc looked like he might collapse and start crying again right then and there. You wondered when the last time he’d talked to someone about this was…if he’d ever talked to someone about this.

“Damn. That was…easier than I thought. You took that surprisingly well,” he said, giving you a tight lipped smirk.

“Had a boatload of therapy,” you shrugged, “I learnt long ago that you can’t really tell how the mind is gonna deal with trauma.” You thought now was as good a time as any to change the subject, seeing that Marc was getting uncomfortable again. “So are you…do you like…” you pointed to yourself. Of course you would hop from one uncomfortable topic to another.

Marc’s eyes shot wide once he realized what you were suggesting, “no, no, I like women, one hundred percent.”

Marc crossed his arms and cleared his throat nervously.

“But this, Steven and me, that doesn’t bother you?” You asked.

“Oh, oh, no. Steven’s happy, and the way I see it, that’s the only thing that matters,” Marc’s lips managed to curl into a smirk.

You could tell he cared about Steven, and so the two of you had that much in common, but that wasn’t the last time you saw Marc. You saw him again when you and Steven got into your first argument. It wasn’t anything serious, but it seemed to upset Steven enough to force him into the headspace.

The argument was stupid, and if you were being honest, it was a little funny. Steven walked into your office one afternoon, closing the door behind himself. He was stammering, as he often did when he was thinking about what he wanted to say faster than the words could come out. You chuckled, standing up and walking over to him, cupping his face.

“S’alright love, just tell me what’s wrong,” you brushed your thumb over his stubbled cheek.

“Gettin’ fed up with Linda not pickin’ up her mess in the break room,” Steven groaned, “I know s’not a big deal, not really, but I told her three times to pick up after herself and she still acts like a right slob.”

“Steven, that’s not really somethin’ I deal with,” you said as he huffed out a frustrated breath.

“I know, sometimes I just want to complain a bit, yeah?”

“C’mere,” you said, motioning with your finger.

He walked back over to you and pressed his face into your chest, “I’m irritated.”

You wrapped your arms around him, “I know darling,” you pushed him back at arm’s length, but I know something that might help.”

Steven had joked about wanting to blow you under your desk, but he’d never actually done it yet. In fact, he hadn’t blown you before at all. He acted like you were doing him a favor when you sat down in your big office chair with your legs spread out and his face between them. The way his eyes went wide with excitement and he started drooling you would’ve thought he was the one getting a blowjob.

He looked hungry, fumbling with the button and then the zipper of your pants as he released your cock from its confines. He always - always - made a comment about how big you were. His eyes crossed as your dick lined up between them, and he seemed breathless despite not yet having done anything at all.

“Steven, darling, might be too big f’you to fit in your mouth, it’s alright if you don’t want to.”

He looked up at you, putting a hand on either of your thighs.

“I want to,” he said softly.

Steven licked a stripe up your length, forcing your cock to twitch in response. You grabbed the arms of your chair as he repeated the gesture. You bucked your hips upward involuntarily. Steven giggled and looked up at you.

“Ooh, needy…” He wrapped his fingers around your girth, pumping up and down slowly, “you’re a bit leaky too love.”

“Are you gonna keep teasin’ me, or are you gonna be a good boy and take this thing like you were made to?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Steven nodded with a shaky breath, smile fading at your words. You felt bad being so verbally rough with him sometimes, but you knew he enjoyed it. Whenever the two of you were in bed together it was like flipping a switch, making him hard in an instant. You slid down further in your chair, moving one of your hands to the back of his curly head.

He licked up your length again before taking the head in his mouth. You shuddered seeing Steven’s lips stretched around your fat dick. It seemed like he really was made to take it, sliding over the length as though his gag reflex was nonexistent. You exhaled sharply, feeling the way his tongue rolled over the underside of your shaft.

“Oh god Steven, takin’ me so well love, that’s it, just like t-that,” you pushed him down over you even more, “you tap my knee if it’s too much darling, don’t wanna hurt you.”

You felt his throat contract around you. There was still more to go, and you wanted nothing more than to see your entire dick disappear inside his precious mouth. You brushed a thumb over his cheek.

“Relax your throat, Steven, open up f’me,” you felt his muscles relax and you were able to push in further. “That’s it, that’s my good boy.”

Steven moaned over your length as he started bobbing his head in a delicious rhythm. He took one hand off your thighs and you heard the clank of his belt while he started freeing his own cock. The sound of him jerking himself could just barely be heard over the sound of him choking on your dick.

He looked up at you with affectionate and tear glossed eyes when you carded your hand through his hair. You bit your bottom lip and started rolling your hips slowly forward into his mouth, brushing your pubes against his nose as he took every single inch you had to offer.

“Steven, you sure you’ve never done this before?” Your entire body trembled, “s-so good…”

You heard the distinct sound of footsteps approaching the door. You both froze.

“Steven, you locked the door, yeah?”

Steven, in fact, hadn’t locked the door.

Steven made himself as hidden as he could in the space under your desk, where the intruder wouldn’t be able to see him. You rolled up as close as you could get without crushing him in there. John, your boss, walked in, smiling big. He stepped over, putting a hand on the varnished surface of the desk, leaning in to talk to you.

“Hey! Just stoppin’ in to tell you I think you’re doin’ great, and those reports you sent me yesterday…perfect.” He patted your shoulder and you jumped in response.

You felt Steven between your legs trying to put your cock back in your pants, but struggling given its current…state. You were close before while he had it buried in his throat, and that hadn’t changed in the seconds that had gone by. You were still close, and him moving it around wasn’t helping that issue. You kept your eyes on John, but tried like hell to push Steven’s hands and face away from you, but to no avail.

“Well I’m…oh…” you cleared your throat, “I’m glad you l-liked them.”

Steven didn’t get the hint, he was still sliding his hand over your length, trying to get it back inside your boxers. You couldn’t try very hard to stop him, or it would be obvious you were trying to do something under your desk, so you stopped trying, and just hoped that John would leave before…oh god.

You slammed your hand on the desk, “f-fuck!”

To John, you must’ve looked insane, like you were staring at him wide-eyed and shouting for no apparent reason. To you and Steven, you were coming, hot ropes of your spend hitting your boyfriend in the face under the desk. You managed to keep yourself from saying anything too telling, and you kept your breathing level…as level as you could.

“Fuck I forgot to sign the agreement for the…the uhhh–”

“Oh! For the new display going into the Ancient Egypt section of course! I’ll go get that right now!” John chuckled, “glad you remembered that, I’ll be right back.”

As he walked out, you rolled back in your chair to see Steven’s pretty face covered in globs of your spend. He looked pissed off, crawling out from under the desk and grabbing a few tissues from your desk to clean himself off.

“Darling, what’s wrong? You’re the one who–”

“You…did this…all over my face!”

“Love, I couldn’t help it, you kept touchin’ me and–”

“And,” he held a finger up, “and you could’ve locked the door before havin’ me do that in the first place!”

“Steven, you could’ve locked the door yourself when you walked–”

“I wasn’t plannin’ to come in here and do somethin’ like that now was I?”

You could see the embarrassment in his flush cheeks. He seemed exasperated, chest rising and falling with every heavy breath. He wasn’t really mad at you, but you doubted you’d be getting another ‘under the desk’ blow job any time soon.

“Now your boss knows what we were doin’ and he’s gonna make you fire me and maybe he’ll even fire you and–”

“Stop…” you cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead.

“No!” he pushed you off of him, “no, m’not gonna let you just kiss this one away. We could’ve been caught, you’re reckless and this isn’t like me at all! I don’t do things like this!” Steven stormed out of your office, passing John on his way out.

That was it…that was the argument.

You supposed that with Steven never having really been in a relationship before, an argument with his first ever significant other could be upsetting, despite it being such a silly thing to argue over. Taking that into consideration, you decided to tread lightly when you got home, toeing off your shoes in the entryway of his flat when you arrived almost silently. That’s when you noticed that Marc was there, not Steven.

“Hey,” he said, tipping back the beer in his hand and then holding it up, “want one?”

You shook your head, “no thanks.”

It was like Steven had a roommate. At least…that’s how it felt. Marc was the more stern one, like he was the polar opposite of Steven, but you didn’t mind. You liked the company regardless. Marc was a good guy, you could just tell. After a couple of minutes talking about the weather, the two of you managed to get into something more serious. 

“You said you’ve been to therapy? Mind if I ask what for?” Marc took another swig of his beer.

“Uh, PTSD, spent a few years in the British Armed Forces and then got myself honorably discharged after…” you sniffed out a laugh, “maybe I will take that drink after all.”

After a few drinks, you and Marc were trading war stories and with it, your tales of trauma. You wondered how long it was going to take him to open up to you about why and how Steven came to be, but there Marc was, letting down his always stoic demeanor in order to open himself up to you.

He cried, and you opened your arms to him.

“No, no I told you I’m not…that’s not my thing…”

You laughed, “s’not a ‘thing’ to hug someone when they’re sad, Marc. C’mere…”

You tugged his jacket and pulled his rigid frame into your arms, wrapping them around him tightly. At first he was stiff, still mumbling some protests, but then you felt him exhale, like his entire body were a balloon being emptied of the air inside of it. That’s when the heavier sobs came, tears spilling out of his eyes and onto your forearm.

“Steven is so good, and sometimes I think it would just be best if I don’t ever come out. Sometimes I think that the world would be a better place without me in it,” he said between heavy cries. He looked up at you, “Steven could be happy, and be with you all the time and–”

“Steven would miss you, Marc,” you looked into his eyes, seeing the pain he felt just made you want to hold him closer, but you knew that would only make it more awkward.

You didn’t have to worry about feeling awkward though, because he leaned up and slotted his lips over yours all on his own. You pulled back in surprise, wondering if he did that by mistake or not, or if Steven had decided to come back when you didn’ notice.

“S-Steven?” You asked, looking between his eyes rapidly.

He shook his head, “no, still me,” he said breathlessly, looking down at your mouth before pulling you in again.

You smiled against his lips, “how unexpected.”

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[heybank]

umm so i wrote a little fic/blurb idk i don't think it's good but it's something that's been stuck in my head for a while with my own little oc named grace but her name is only mentioned a few times so it could totally be ignored and seen as reader.

anyway this is my first ever fic so please be kind to me and if you have suggestions or other fic ideas i'd love to hear them.

not proof read and lowercase intended.

and if you think it's awful please lie to me i'm fragile 😔

deny

you are a lover girl. a hopeless romantic, someone who dreams of finding "the one" and living happily ever after. kie often says you tend to fall in love a little with everyone you meet. you can't help it though, you have so much love in you, it feels like you'll burst at the seams if you don't share it with others.

you think you're in love with your best friend jj maybank. no one understands you the way the wild blond haired boy does. no one can communicate with you with just a single look the way jj does. no one makes your heart beat out of your chest and your tummy flutter the way his dimpled smile does, eyes crinkling at the corners, a slight sunburn on his nose because lord know that boy doesn't use the sunscreen you bought him.

so yeah you're in love with jj maybank but then yesterday a different boy kissed you. pope heyward, your other best friend, genius extraordinaire whom you thought was maybe in love with kie but no- he kissed you and you felt a tingle in your ever beating heart. heat filled your cheeks and your ears became fuzzy. that was a new feeling when it came to pope. it made you excited to explore because as much as you love jj, you don't think the boy would ever return your undying affection because your friendship meant too much.

----

you stood in the threshold of popes bedroom, gasp stuck in your throat, eyes wide and mouth open at the sight before you. you’re not sure how to process what you’re seeing.

before you on the bed that pope kissed you on not even 24 hours ago, is jj maybank, your closest friend, kissing the heyward boy.

so many emotions flow through you at the sight before you.

shock because not once has jj; or pope for that matter mentioned or even hinted that they liked men- or each other. then again, jj has always liked beautiful people and pope is certainly that.

sadness because you and pope had literally just kissed. maybe you were naive to think a simple kiss meant something more to the boy, but it was pope, you don't think there's a mean bone in his body. then again you’ve always been too much of a romantic, too blinded to really see what’s in front of you. blinded by your want and need to be loved that perhaps you create situations in your mind that you interpret as reality? maybe you need to contact your therapist again. you're sounding even more delusional than before.

lastly, you feel jealousy. the angry green monster rumbling around in your tummy, making its way up your throat. you’re not sure what exactly is making you jealous because the image of the two boys kissing is surely confusing. are you jealous because pope is kissing another person who isn’t you? a part of you is jealous because he’s kissing jj. or maybe it’s that jj is kissing pope or that maybe they’re kissing eachother and they're not kissing you? you're not sure at this point. dear diary jealousy is a disease babes, and you are infected.

you must have made a noise because next thing you know, the two boys are pulling apart, a string of spit still connecting them and for a second your love rattled brain is jealous of it. the spit that is, because deep down you’ve always known that you wanted them both… to be the one to connect them. you feel slightly crazy being jealous of spit.

jjs face goes beat red and then flushes pale, like a ghost. he looks terrified and like he might vomit all over the floor in a second.

“grace!” popes panicked voice reaches your ears but they’re still kind of ringing from the shock of seeing your supposedly straight best friends kiss.

in your heartbroken haze you wonder if you're being a bad ally right now. you love the gays you swear! you just never pictured pope and jj as being a part of the gays ™.

you clear your throat, “jb and kie are waiting for us downstairs. we were going out on the boat today, remember?”

you try and say that as gently as possible because jj still looks like he’s going to pass out and pope isn’t much better.

popes hands are shaking as he reaches for you and a part of you wants to pull away but you’re not mean. you’ve never been mean so even if your feelings are hurt you’ll always put your best friends feelings above your own. and it looks like pope needs to touch you. maybe to hold your hand and reassure him you’re really standing there, witnessing something that you probably shouldn’t have.

so many emotions flicker through popes eyes. you can’t really see his blush but you’re sure if you touch his face it would be hotter than the sun.

pope grabs your hands in his shaking ones. you can feel how clammy they are and you hazard a look back to jj who has yet to even move. you’re a little concerned he’s gone into shock.

you let out a soft sigh and smile at the boys, a smile that is mostly genuine.

you squeeze popes hand and make eye contact with the panicked blonde boy on the bed.

“it’s ok jj. i won’t say anything if you don’t want me to.” you speak kindly, as if you’re talking to a scared feral cat.

you only see jj swallow hard. “for what it’s worth, i understand the appeal... wanting to kiss pope and all.” you tease hoping to cut the obvious tension in the room. you feel like you're the one choking now.

jj and pope both let out huffs like they’re afraid to laugh but also relieved you’re not upset.

“you’re not mad?” jj croaks like he still has a frog lodged in his throat. he looks at you with soft wonder, like you’re the best thing in his life. his stare makes your tummy flutter.

“of course not. you guys are my best friends. i only ever want you to be happy!” you reply honestly. jj deserves happiness after the shit life he’s been dealt. he deserves good things and if you have to set aside your feelings in order for him to have good things then by golly you’ll do that.

“grace, about yesterday-“ pope starts off,

“don’t worry buddy, already forgotten.” you cut him off. hopefully saving him the strife of having to apologize to you about the kiss and saving you the embarrassment of him telling you he regrets your kiss. you don't think you could survive hearing that out loud.

you march over to jj still holding popes hand, effectively dragging the boy with you. you throw your arms tightly around jjs neck and after a heartbeat, jj returns your hug. you move your head to look at pope and nod at him, encouraging him to join the hug.

“now c’mon. you know how pissy jb gets when he’s made to wait” you giggle.

you lead the boys out of popes room and home and into the twinkie without giving them an option of saying no.

“finally! i thought y’all died or something. what took so long” john b huffs in exasperation.

“my fault jb!” you quickly chirp so the boys don’t have to panic and think of a lie “pope showed me the new book he got and it’s my favourite and i starting gushing and you know me i can’t shut up and… well i forgot why i went up to get them in the first place” you giggle with a sheepish smile.

“you’re so lucky you’re cute, grace” kie laughs teasingly.

you see pope and jj making eye contact. you have a feeling you might need to play therapist for them soon. pope doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings without beating around the bush and well, jjs favourite thing to do is deny deny deny.

actually, that’s exactly what you’re gonna do too! deny you have feelings for pope. deny you have feelings for jj. deny you ever saw them kiss and deny that them kissing only upset you because you weren’t a part of it. deny that a part of you enjoyed it. deny that your feelings matter in this situation and deny that if given the chance, you’d love to be in between a beautiful jj maybank and pope heyward sandwich.

yep, deny deny deny. this is gonna be a long freaking summer.

#jj maybank #kiara carrera #obx #outer banks #pope heyward #jj maybank x reader #pope x reader x jj #jj maybank x oc #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward x oc #john b routledge #my fic #obx fanfiction #obx fic

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Movie Night | Steve's version

Steve Harrington x gn!reader

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Summary: Eddie bails on your weekly movie night to go be with Chrissy. Luckily, Steve is there for you OR a Steve version of this fic :)

Word Count: ~3.7k

Warnings: Angst/unrequited feelings. Steve is a little sassy, and the best. Fluff. Bad jokes.

A/n: No one asked for this, but I'd accidentally written it and now I can't get it out of my head. This can be read without reading Eddie's version. Thanks as always for reading! Love to hear your thoughts <3

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“Yeah, I’m heading to the diner tonight. With Chrissy.”

Staring off into space, you let Eddie’s words ring in your ears. You only barely caught his eyes on you, unable to read his face or the situation. You were too preoccupied anyway to focus on anything besides keeping your face happy, or not too disappointed at least. 

“Oh, that’s nice,” you told him, though a tiredness seeped into your voice, poisoning each syllable tumbling from your lips. You tried to ignore the way the dipping sun’s light brushed along his cheeks. “So movie night next week, then?”

Your question came out as a hope toward normalcy, courtesy even. But the idea of next week’s movie night turned your stomach just a little bit. In the entryway of Eddie’s apartment, the only sounds drifting between the two of you were the crinkling snacks in your hands and the squeaking floorboards under your shoes. You gave him a small smile that pulled too hard on your cheeks as you reached for the door.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Eddie offered, and you fought back a scoff or some snarky comment you didn’t really mean. Your fingers found the handle’s metal, squeezing so tight your knuckles began to ache. He hadn’t ever canceled movie night before, and now it was for lovely Chrissy. 

She’d become better friends with Eddie after high school. And you were happy for it – truly, you were. You two had more in common than you’d expected, and she was nicer than anyone you’d ever talked to. So with the nausea of jealousy rising up your throat came bile tasting of guilt, a twisting feeling of shame for wishing she’d had any other plans than with Eddie, your Eddie.

Though that was starting to feel less and less true lately. You swallowed down the upsetting realization that you were giving him up. “It’s fine, Eddie. I’ll see you around, ‘kay?” you said, not looking him in the eyes. You didn’t wait for an answer or dare risk a glance toward him, just in case he looked happy. 

Your fingers picked at the edges of the food in your arms, a nail running along the seam of a bag of chips. A deflated sigh escaped your mouth as you made your way home, walking down the building’s stairwell all alone. 

Outside, the sun dipped through the cloudy sky for just a moment. With the world’s gray came a sprinkling of rain that dripped down into your clothes and across your face. You welcomed the chill of the wind that carried goosebumps along your body. Let it freeze your skin, your pestering thoughts, your teary eyes.

Eddie could have other friends. He could spend time with other people. You knew that. And yet, he’d flaked on your plans with no warning. Maybe they were just friends, but maybe it was feeling like time to take the hint.

The sharp pain of that thought simmered to a dull ache as you took your apartment’s stairs up, the climb feeling much longer with your slow steps and head hung. The enticing voice of self-pitying wrapped around you tight, calling you to finish all the junk food you had. But before you could even set the food on the counter, your phone rang. 

The shrill sound broke you out of the haziness plaguing your mind, making your heart jump as you rushed to the phone. A small piece of hope sparked at the idea of Eddie on the other side, calling to say he had changed his mind.

A swallow passed down your scratchy throat as you readied your voice. Grabbing the receiver, you said, “Hello?”

“Ah, hey. It’s Steve.”

Oh. Okay.

“Hi, Steve,” you answered, feeling your fingers tighten around the phone as you forced out an even breath. It was fine. Don’t let your feelings for Eddie ruin your night.

“Just filling my employee duties to remind you to return Alien the next time you’re here. I called to leave a message on your machine though, thought you’d be at Eddie’s tonight.” 

“Uh, yeah. He’s busy tonight. So I’m just here…” you muttered, squeezing your eyes closed for a beat. “But yeah, of course, I can drop off the tape tomorrow.”

Maybe Steve heard the disappointment in your voice, maybe you had wanted him to, because he said, “Oh, well I’m almost done here at Family Video if you wanna swing by. Haven’t had dinner yet if you’re hungry. We could head down to the diner.”

“No! No, I’m okay,” you rushed out, feeling a chill spark through your body and up your spine. Anywhere but there. 

Eyeing the snacks and your small couch, you chewed on the inside of your cheek. You could have plans too. And you couldn’t ignore the warmth budding in your chest at the idea of spending your evening with Steve instead – a happiness at feeling wanted.

Though he couldn’t see, you nodded, hope spreading through your body. “I’m okay going somewhere else though. What do you want to do?”

“We could go to the theater. Been meaning to see that comedy… Spaceballs, I think.”

Your cheeks raised high, not tight and forced this time, as a smile began to spread across your face. Yeah, a stupid comedy with Steve’s terrible jokes sounded like a distraction you needed. “Sounds great. I’ll head to Family Video now.”

“Wait, stay there. It looks like it might rain. I’ll come pick you up,” he said, and with an inward giggle, you imagined his hand on his hip in that way he did.

Craning your neck to look out the window, you saw just a few drops like earlier. “We’ll get to the theater later then, might miss the movie.” Or… you’d be spending more time with your thoughts and less with Steve, but you pushed that thinking away. “C’mon Momma Steve, I can walk,” you laughed out, and it felt nice doing so. Like a lightness peaking its head out.

You didn’t miss the sigh passing from his side, but still, he conceded. “Fine, but hurry then. Okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered, “see you soon.” Resting your hand against your chest, right above your heart, you felt your pulse beat slower now. 

Grabbing candy from the pile of snacks, you shoved them into your pocket to sneak into the theater. As you walked, your mind repeatedly tried to turn to Eddie no matter how much you pushed him away. 

The only thing that helped, that offered you a break from the onslaught, seemed to be Steve. You transformed Eddie’s image in your head, turning his dark curls into Steve’s swooping hair, Eddie’s leather vest into Steve’s soft sweater. You could have your own plans with your own friends. Your own movie night, without him. 

But any thought of either of them washed away with the rain that came down much harder than before. As you made the last few steps to Family Video under a dark sky with clothes wetter than you’d like and teeth beginning to chatter, you let out a chilled breath. Stepping into the store free from any customers, before Steve could make any comment, you held up a finger.

“Don’t,” you told him, trying your hardest to look away from his smug grin.

He held his hands up, not even fighting his feeling of self-righteousness. “I’ll grab a towel from the office.” 

Nodding, you stared down at the tiny puddle you were creating on the carpet as your arms wrapped around yourself. Silently, as you wished for warmth, your mind wanted to drift again to Eddie, to him pulling a blanket over the two of you when you’d get cold during movie nights. 

But then Steve was there. Before your thoughts got too far.

He stood in front of you, bringing your eyes back to focus on him. He just offered you a hand, a towel outstretched hanging from his fingertips. Whispering a thanks, you grabbed it and patted yourself dry. He no longer wore the uniform vest, instead wearing a jacket and a bag slung over his shoulder.

“When you’re done, I’ll just throw the towel back and we can go. In my car, this time,” he teased, letting out a small laugh as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

You couldn’t stop your own from bubbling up, thankful for him taking your mind off of other things. “If I say, “you told me so,” will you quit being so smug, Harrington?” And though you joked, you couldn’t say you hated the way cockiness looked on him.

“Hmm,” he said, pretending to think about it. “If you buy me popcorn, then I’ll let it go.”

“How about I let you have these Skittles I brought instead?”

“Oh. Deal, duh.”

As you shook your head, giving him a toothy grin, a few more rain droplets hit the floor. Handing him the candy and the towel, you breathed out. “Okay, I think I’m dry enough to only barely soak your car seats. Ready?”

“Great,” Steve muttered, throwing the towel behind the counter. But as you were about to make the short and rainy run to his car, he held out an arm to stop you. “Here, don’t need you getting wet again.” He stripped off his jacket and handed it over to you. 

“Steve, it’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

“You said that before, and we saw what happened,” he told you, shaking his head. “Look, I can only be right so many times in one day.” At the resistant look in your eyes, he shrugged and draped his jacket over your shoulders.

Your fingers wrapped around the material of it, gripping it as Steve opened up the door to rain drumming against the sidewalk. You held his jacket above your head as a makeshift umbrella to make the sprint to his car, trying desperately to ignore the way its familiar smell invaded your senses with each step. 

Instead, you reached the car and repeatedly pulled on the passenger door handle waiting for him to unlock it.

“Hey, do not hurt my baby. She can sense your negativity,” he scolded while climbing in, unlocking your door finally and letting you in.

“Can she sense my foot in your a–” The car roaring to life and heat beginning to pour from the vents cut your sentence off, your freezing skin much less angry at Steve now. And though his jacket didn’t cover everything, you were grateful that your clothes felt considerably less drenched than before.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Steve said, pulling out of the parking spot. You watched the rain drip down the car windows, the street lamps turning them orange and soft as you pattered down the road.

“So… what’s Eddie doing tonight?” Less than a minute of near silence had passed before Steve asked the dreaded question.

Staring out the windshield, you unfocused your eyes and let the colors outside all wash and blend together. A sigh loosened past your lips as you answered, your head dropping back against the seat. “He’s with Chrissy.”

“Ah,” he said, letting a pause pass before he asked, “They’re at the diner then, huh?” He gave you a sideways look, and you wanted to let your sadness wash over every part of you – wallow in it even – but Steve’s knowing look brought out a laugh instead. He always saw through you.

“Yeah,” you breathed, nodding your head. He knew your feelings for Eddie. You’d been “staring at him like he was freaking Rob Lowe” as Steve had put it after a group get-together one night. He’d even told you that Eddie had done the same, and you’d wanted to believe it. You did for a short while. But maybe, as you watched Steve’s side profile while he hummed along to the soft radio, you were beginning to let that go.

You wished Steve would read you like an open book again now, tell you what you were thinking. Or just know that you were starting to realize why you savored the moments his chocolate eyes rested on you. Just know that if he wanted to read you that you’d let him, let him run his finger along the pages of your past and future. 

But he didn’t know that, or at least didn’t say it. Steve just shrugged, making your heart skip a beat as he ran a hand through his hair. “Well, screw ‘em. They’re missing out on Spaceballs and incredible company,” he offered, sending a soft smile your way.

“Are you talking about me or yourself again, oh King Steve?” you laughed out, tilting your head at him.

“You see, that depends on who makes the funniest joke during the movie.”

Rolling your eyes, you now tried to fight a grin. “I think we have a different definition of funny though. Because yours always suck.”

He glanced toward you from the corner of his eye, his jaw ticking. “You know, maybe you should actually walk to the theater. Car’s feeling a bit cramped.”

Steve began to reach toward your door handle, but you slapped his hand away. “Harrington, I am taking back my Skittles if you shove me out of this car.”

His hand reeled back to his side in an instant. Through a smile, he said, “Fine, but you better be nice for the rest of the ride, I’m chauffeuring you here.”

And since the car pulled into the theater’s parking lot within the next minute, you had no problem agreeing. Climbing out, you waited as Steve fixed his mustard sweater, raising an eyebrow at him until it fit just right.

Yet, despite your teasing, he never let it get to him. You took out your wallet as you entered the theater, jacket still hugged around your shoulders, when Steve held out a hand. “No can do. My treat.”

“Steve, I can pay for my ticket at least.”

He raised an eyebrow at you this time, daring you to challenge him. “I said my treat. The least I could do for putting up with me tonight.”

Letting out a long breath, you were thankful for his kindness… and for him turning away so he didn’t have to see the disappointment on your face. Tonight, because he pitied you for being left at Eddie’s doorstep with no plans. Refusing to fully acknowledge the hurt following that thought, you at least wished he saw this night as more than just pity. 

Though at the very least, you’d settle for getting free movie tickets…

But you did get more than that. As you had tried and failed to do all evening, you really forgot about Eddie during the movie. You filled your stomachs with too much popcorn, laughed too hard, and pushed Steve away when he said his jokes way too loudly, even if they were funny. 

One of his comments even made you laugh while taking a sip of your drink, the liquid shooting from your lips as you giggled. Even with your hand slapping against your mouth, the sounds still squeaked out, making you shut your eyes. And that got Steve going, his shoulders shaking with that dopey grin on his face, which only set you off further. You leaned into him, unable to focus on the movie – not with the breathless laughing or with his body touching yours.

You wiped your face with a napkin, balling it up and tossing it at Steve for causing all of this. He promptly threw popcorn back at you, which turned into a game of who could catch the most in their mouth. You were both lucky that barely anyone showed up to this screening.

And after, walking out into the evening air free of rain, your entire body felt lighter. You tilted your head up into the night sky, stars dotting all across the universe. Raising a hand, you pointed at one of the constellations, whispering to Steve, “Orion’s Belt was always my favorite.” 

He breathed out a loud sigh, saying, “Hard to compete with him. He’s got astronomical fashion sense.”

Staring at him with your mouth pressed tight, you ignored his terrible pun. Instead, you pretended to think deeply, telling him, “You remember the guy’s huge helmet from the movie? I think if you styled your gigantic hair just right, you could look exactly like him.”

His mouth twisted as he fought from laughing but broke down as you did, your giggling echoing into the night. He crossed his arms, which only made you focus on not staring at them as he spoke. “Those Skittles can only take you so far. One more insult of my hair and you’re walking home.”

Though he’d never actually do it, you still pretended to give your apologies to his precious hairdo as the two of you walked back to his car. But the comfortable silence that you had quickly learned to love broke when an all too familiar rumbling engine sounded from down the road.

The smile that had been still stuck on your face began to drop at seeing Eddie’s van drive toward you and Steve. Instead, a weight sank into your stomach, plummeting deep into your body. 

Your steps stuttered, making Steve stop as well. Though all you could stare at was the van pulling alongside you two, steeling yourself to see Chrissy in the passenger seat, you felt Steve’s eyes on you the entire time. But as the brakes screeched to a halt, you saw through the rolled-down window that he was alone.

“Hey, where’ve you been? I called your place.” Eddie asked, his arm hanging out of the van. His eyes flicked between the two of you, making your fingers cling to Steve’s jacket. Holding it against your body like a shield.

“We went to the theater together. Since I thought you were busy for the night...” You trailed off, bouncing your weight between your feet.

“We saw Spaceballs. Missed out on some of my punny jokes,” Steve added, making you fight back a grin. But it dropped when you saw the look on Eddie’s face as he watched you. 

“Yeah, I bet you really appreciated all those Star Trek references,” Eddie said with a laugh, and for the first time, you didn’t like the sound of it.

You cut in before Steve could say anything back. “Luckily you didn’t need to watch the shows to watch the movie,” you said, hugging your arms around yourself before continuing. “But we haven’t really had dinner yet, so we’re probably going to go…”

“You don’t need a ride home?” Eddie asked, his eyebrows raised.

Maybe at the start of the night, you would’ve changed your mind and gone with Eddie. But you’d been trying to take his hints, come to terms with seeing him as just a friend. So, as Steve moved closer to you, his body creating a small barrier between you and Eddie, you had no problem making up your mind.

“No, I’m okay, Eddie. Have a good night,” you said, and you meant it. You’d certainly had a good night yourself, you thought as you held onto Steve’s jacket.

And as unnecessary as it was, you didn’t resist as Steve laid a hand against your back when Eddie didn’t leave just yet. The warmth of his palm radiated onto you through the layers, bringing a heat all the way up to your cheeks. Though you didn’t know what the gesture meant, what the two of you meant, you basked in the feeling Steve gave you – in the way he showed his interest in you. 

“So, movie night next week, then?” Eddie asked, his words echoing yours from earlier in the night. His eyes cast toward the ground instead of on you.

“Uh, sure. Yeah.”

Silence hung in the air before Eddie shifted into drive, the rumble of his engine drifting away. When it disappeared altogether, you let out a long breath.

Steve’s hand stayed on your back as he said, “That was a bit tense. You okay?”

Nodding, you let him pull you in close for a second, before walking to the car. You fought down a giddiness rising up your body, the flutter of it raising your mood again. As he started the engine, you smiled at him. “Yeah. Thank you, Steve. For everything.”

“Of course.” 

He said it like it was the simplest thing. Of course I would be there for you. Of course I would stick up for you. Of course, I’m yours.

Once again, you decided to take a hint – one that you really hoped you were reading correctly. As the two of you made your way through the town, you reached a hand across to Steve’s resting on the gear shift. You intertwined your fingers with his, giving a squeeze that you hope conveyed all of your hopes for the two of you. 

After a moment of your heart pounding in your ears, your teeth chewing on your lip, he cleared his throat. “Um, would you still want to have that dinner together?”

Grinning, you turned your head to look at him. A shade of pink dusted his cheeks, looking like the hue of a sunset. “See, that depends on whether this is a date.”

A flash of surprise and happiness brushed across his face, all before he came to again and said, “Uh, yeah. Of course.”

Flustered definitely also had a good look on Steve, you thought. “Great, where are we off to?”

But it seemed he regained composure because he answered with a wry grin. “I’m guessing the diner is off-limits?”

You immediately pulled your hand away from his, lightly slapping his arm. “Never mind, take me home,” you told him, barely keeping a straight face. Your skin already missed the warmth of his.

“Nope. You’re stuck with me now, sweetheart,” he said, grabbing your hand once again and rubbing a thumb across the back of it. “But I won’t take you to the diner. You’re welcome.”

You rolled your eyes at him, though it held no real malice. “Oh, thank you. What a gentleman you are.”

But Steve was a gentleman, taking you all the way to Enzo’s. He pulled your chair out and told you to order anything you wanted, his treat again (though you fought him on it). He refused to let you open your own door to the car. He held your hand across the table, and on the walk to the car, and during the car ride, and all the way to drop you off at your apartment door.

Even when kissing you goodnight so softly that it made you dizzy, and you definitely took the hint.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington fluff #stranger things

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heyyy I read your post of the Morecombe with the bonten executives 😭 and woah all I can say is that it was beautifully written

And I wanted to ask, if it's still open (?)

For 8 and 18 for Hanma&Ran 😭🫶

If possible of course.

Have a nice day <3

A/N: Aahh this was a little hard to write for me, cause I think they'd be assholes but not this terrible ): (I am also biased I love these mfers so much I refuse to believe they are evil like this.) But I tried my best, I hope you like it anyways! Mwuahhh xo

Virginity/Noncon x Hanma & Rain

“Come on pretty girl, don’t be so difficult, yeah?” You whimpered, trying your best to push away the mean men in front of you. You don’t know how you got caught up in a crowd like this, you just wanted to have fun with some friends out in a club. You weren’t expecting this: crowded in someone’s bed that you don’t know, begging them to get away from you and let you go home. The blonde--the one you learned was Hanma--kept overwhelming you, pushing you down on the bed and kissing at your neck. “You can’t just tell us you’re a virgin and expect us to let you go, do you? Use that pretty little head of yours, yeah?” You choked back a sob as the butt of his fun tapped your temple as he spoke, your skirt being pulled off by the other man in the room--Ran, you think. 

“Finally did something right, Hanma.”

“Shut up, Haitani. Fuckin’ lucky I’m even sharing her with you.”

The two bickered for just a moment, before peering down at you, so shy and scared. “Aw,” Ran started, pulling down your pretty panties as Hanma crowded you again. “So fucking cute, I swear. You’re too innocent to be in the clubs, baby. Gonna have bad men like us find you.” Hanma cackled at his words, shoving his thumb into your mouth while his other hand palmed at your chest. His thumb pressed down onto your tongue, forcing you to open your jaw wider. “You ever suck dick, baby?” You didn’t answer, shutting your eyes tight as tears fell down the sides of your face. “S’okay baby, I’ll teach you.” Hanma cooed, taunting you, the metal clink of his belt heard being discarded and shoving his pants down enough to grab his cock, long and daunting in front of you. With your eyes still closed, Hanma slapped the length on your cheek, a tattooed hand clutching at your jaw and forcing to keep your mouth open. “Come on, pretty, open up--and don’t fucking bite my dick. Who knows what I’ll do.” He threatened, slipping his dick into your mouth. Your eyes flew open, vision blurry with tears, begging and pleading with him to stop!  

He didn’t care.

“Fuck, baby I know that virgin mouth can do it,” Hanma mumbled, forcing himself deeper into your mouth and groaning when he felt you choke and gag around him. “Just like that, pretty girl, choke on my big fucking dick.” He looked like the devil himself, forcing himself onto you, distracting you from the fact that Ran hasn’t even started his part. Busying yourself with Hanma, your hands flew to his clothed thighs to steady yourself, even try to push him off, though your attempts were futile the moment he shoved your hands away and grabbed onto the sides of your head to face fuck you. Behind him, you felt something foreign rubbing up and down your pussy, virgin hole still tight and unprepped. “Just the tip baby, okay? Just the tip.” Ran kept promising, gathering saliva in his mouth and spitting on your exposed hole, deeming that enough for lube. He prodded at you, pressing himself into your tight cunt and you screamed around Hanma’s cock. Even just a little inside, it felt like you were being torn at the seams. You’d never had anything inside of you. A finger here and there from yourself but you stopped before going any further, embarrassed. This wasn’t how you wanted things to go when losing your virginity. 

“Fuuuck, pretty little pussy sucking me in.” You heard a laugh, Ran popping the head of his cock out and dipping it back in, seeing your cunt tighten around him. “So fucking tight, baby, love this virgin cunt.” Tears wouldn’t stop, and you tried to close your legs but Ran was too strong, holding them up even with your fighting, “Stop fuckin’ fighting it, pretty girl. It’ll feel good, I promise.” 

Fucking liar.

He shoved his cock in deeper, hearing your cries only spurred him on. “Fuck, Hanma this hole is so fucking good, can’t believe you found such a pretty little thing.” He groaned, spreading your legs and shoving himself faster and harder--splitting you apart. It hurt, so much that Ran could see the little blood streaks starting to cover his cock. He’d ignore it, focusing on the pleasure he was getting out of it. Hanma popped out of your mouth, just to hear the sounds you’d be making. You cried, hiccupping as you pleaded with them. “Please stop!  Please, please it hurts.” You begged and whimpered, looking at Ran with big doe eyes that just made him lose himself even more in your pussy. Ran, thinking he was doing you a favor, licked at his thumb before flicking your clit. “S’okay pretty girl, not gonna hurt for long.” He pinched and rubbed at your nub, keeping up his pace slamming into you. 

Hanma shoved his cock back into your mouth, pushing the head into your cheek to see it bulge. “So fucking hot.” He mumbled, hooking a thumb into the side of your mouth like a fucking fish hook and fucking your throat like that. “Gonna cum down your throat just like this.” He promised, hearing your gurgles and spit bubbling around him. A hand reached at his phone in his pocket, turning on the camera and snapping a few pictures of you like this, wanting them in his memory forever. “So fucking pretty, baby.” He chuckled, hair falling into his face as he lost his composure more and more. He humped at your face a few more times before cumming down your throat, with you gagging and pushing at him, silently begging for air. He let you go, sputtering up his cum with tears running down your face and whimpering--it was too much.

“Haitani, hurry the fuck up.” He grumbled, the purple haired man giving him the middle finger with a curse, leaning over you to fuck you harder. The pain was still there, and it was still so fucking much, too full, splitting you, but the small disgusting part of your nerves were squeezing him, finding solace in the slight pleasure you felt whenever he rubbed your clit. He took that as you enjoying him fully, grinning like a mad man. “There you go, princess, not so bad, right?” He panted above you, humping you like a fucking dog, pulling back and slamming into your tight heat. “Gonna cum in you, pretty girl, gonna fill you up.” He was more talking to himself than anything, continuing to look at how your virgin little pussy swallowed him up. “A-ah, fuck.” He cursed, spilling himself into you with a groan, as you tried to curl into yourself.

“Time to switch, baby.”

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There is still hope Isn't There? Pt 5

Tom Bennett X (Best friend's sister reader)

Warnings after the cut

Word Count: 1,562

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Banners & Dividers by @arcielee

Warnings:: None

A/N: Only one or two parts left to this not sure if i'm going to do one long part or two shorter parts. Sorry for the slow update i had to take a slight writing break for my sanity.

Josh sits at the table, chuckling to himself as he watches you and Tom do everything you can to avoid interacting with each other.

He watches as you stare at Tom until Tom looks your way and then watches you quickly pretend you were not looking, just for the cycle to repeat the other way.

"Would you like some tea?" You ask Tom in an uncharacteristically gentle voice, and Tom responds with a very respectful "Yes, please." Which finally sends Josh over the edge, laughing in hysterics.

Both you and Tom look at Josh like he has gone insane.

"Yes, please," Josh mocks between fits of laughter. "Who are you?" Josh continues laughing, wiping the tears from under his eyes. "Would you like some tea?" Josh mimics in a high-pitched voice.

"A bloke can't be polite?!" Tom's voice is laced with aggravation, his face a bright shade of crimson.

"A bloke can yeah. Not you, especially not to my sister. Never ave been. " Josh leans back in his chair, a smug smile on his face and his arms crossed, his eyes shifting between you and Tom.

You can feel your face burning and your chest getting tight, the urge to hurt yourself over the table and strangle your brother growing stronger by the second.

"I gotta go. Ummmm, " Tom stammers while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, you're also gonna start looking for a job before the sun is even fully up?" Josh laughs again. "You're outta sorts, mate." There is a twinkle in Josh's eyes as he watches Tom scramble for his rucksack and shoot out the door at a record pace.

You sit across the table from your brother, completely mortified the heat in your cheeks unmistakable.

"Don't you look at me like that," he teases. "Any dolt with an ounce of sense in their head can see you two running circles round each other."

You want to deny it, but you can't. You look at Josh and sigh. When your mouth finally opens, you think you are going to deny Josh's allegations. Instead, a very telling question is asked. "It doesn't bother you?"

Josh slightly lifts his eyebrows, the smug smirk never leaving his face. "No, it doesn't bother me." He moves slightly in his chair before continuing."But, if he hurts you or acts like a fool, I will kill him, best friend or not."

You smile, more to yourself than Josh, but he sees it anyway.

"He's grown a fair bit, I know he's a good lad." Josh stands and starts clearing the teacups from the table. "So if I am the reason you two are acting like young children, don't."

You feel the heat collect in your cheeks, your eyes glued to the smooth wooden top of the kitchen table.

Josh chuckles once more before kissing the top of your head and snatching up his own rucksack before heading out the door to work.

"Have a good day!" He yells out on his way out the door.

As soon as he leaves, a comfortable silence settles around you as you sit alone at the kitchen table. Your smile is growing by the second until you finally jump up frin tour chair, and your hands fly over your mouth.

Josh just gave you his blessing, and you can't believe it. You jump and giggle giddily.

You attempt to distract yourself with chores throughout the day, your eyes shifting over to the door at every sound just waiting for Tom to return.

But he never does. The hours tick by, and he doesn't come back. You feel so frustrated, bursting at the seams, wanting to tell him about the conversation you had with Josh. Thinking if he knew Josh was ok with it, he would finally make that move and actually kiss you.

You groan in frustration as you get ready to leave for work, knowing it will be hours before you are able to tell Tom about your conversation with Josh.

You go over the conversation repeatedly in your head as you walk to the pub you work at. Trying to estimate Tom's reactions. You imagine him shocked and then thrilled, excited even. The visual in your head filling you with anticipation.

Right up until the moment you round the corner to get on Main Street, just a few steps from the pub to see Tom. Arm resting against the wall, smiling down at a very pretty woman.

Your eyes burn with tears desperate to escape, but you swallow them down.

Clearly, both you and Josh misread the situation, and you feel stupid. You put your head down as you try to pass them unnoticed.

Tom, of course, recognizes you and slightly recoils from the woman. "Off to work?" He calls out to you.

"Hmmm," you mumble in confirmation, not sparing him a glance. You couldn't stand to look at him in this moment. You fear you would burst into tears. It's your own fault, you think. You built this up so much in your head without knowing how Tom actually felt.

You walk into the pub and set down your bag and jacket, hands slightly shaking. You're frustrated. Upset, but mostly confused. Are you upset with Tom? Or yourself? You didn't even know. All you knew was that tonight was going to be a long, miserable night.

Tom led you on... didn't he? Or are you just so stupid that you saw something that wasn't there?

Your thoughts run rampant all night long through your shift. Your usually sunny disposition is dampened by your disappointment.

When your shift finally ends, you feel relieved quickly gathering your things and offering your coworkers a brief wave before nearly running out of the pub at lightening speed.

You try to focus on the clicking of your heels against the pavement as you start on your trek back home, desperate to keep the thoughts of Tom and his partner for the night at bay.

"Walking home alone, love?" You wince at the sound of his voice coming from behind you.

"Came back to walk ya home and find out ya already left! What you in such a hurry for? Josh, give you a new curfew?" He laughs as he pops a cigarette into his mouth, pulling out a match and lighting it.

"No. I'm tired." Your answer is short and curt. You don't turn to look at him, and the irritation you're feeling is very obvious.

"Right. You alright then? Someone givin you a hard time? I'll sort em. Just let me know who"

You can't help but roll your eyes. Is he really this clueless?

"Thought you had plans for the remainder of the evening. I'm surprised to see you." You start to walk ahead, your pace quick and head held high, not waiting for his response.

He runs a bit to catch up with you while he chuckles. "That what this is all about? The bird from outside the pub? You think I'm a tramp?" He takes a puff off his cigarette as he walks beside you. "I didn't mean to offend your delicate sensibilities, love."

If this were a cartoon, smoke would have shot out of your ears.

"I'm not sensitive, I just don't need to be walked home by a common whore" the words didn't seem as harsh in your head as they sounded when they came out. Although you were so deep in your frustration that you refused to apologize for it.

Tom's eyes go wide in surprise for a moment before he chuckles and stays quiet, simply walking beside you.

When you reach the flat, he clears his throat as if to say something, but with your emotions high, you quickly enter the flat and slam the door behind you, leaving him outside.

Josh looks up at you from his usual spot at the table. "Everything alright?"

"Obviously!" You yell before stomping upstairs, leaving a bewildered Josh sitting at the table.

When Tom finally quietly enters the flat, Josh is still sitting at the table waiting for him.

"Guessing all that was about you?" Josh waves his hand toward the stairs where he watched you stomp away in anger.

"Aye, she called me a whore" Tom forces a smile on his face while looking up the stairs absent mindedly.

Josh nearly spits out his tea while breaking into a laugh. "Did she now? Well, what did ya do to earn that title?"

Tom rolls his eyes, as he leaves the stairs and walks toward the living room.

Josh sighs and groans as he rises from the table to head upstairs to bed. Before going up, he stops and turns back toward the living room.

"Why didn't you just tell her you didn't do anything?" He says toward the darkened room where Tom lies frustrated on the sofa.

"What makes you think I didn't?" Tom retorts rolling his eyes and turning over onto his side.

"Because I still remember your golden rule"

Tom closes his eyes and chuckles, realizing how he has given himself away in this moment.

Josh laughs one last time before starting up the stairs. "You always said. It's rude to leave before morning. Yet here you are, on my sofa"

"Yeah, yeah," Tom mumbles to himself before closing eyes with one final thought.

"I'll tell her in the morning"

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[staarlight-snow]

Reflections in the Murky Waters

[Short sequel to Murky Waters - Island of the Slaughtered]

TW: panic attacks (??), nightmares, ig horror, mentioned death

"Well, hoping is the only thing we can do right now.. Why not make the most of it? Right Noah?"

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Cody jumped up from where he lay in cold sweat, tightly gripping at his shirt. His breathing was heavy and he felt tears run down his cheeks. He softly groaned – covering his ears with both his hands, his surroundings were quiet but his mind was loud. He winced at every memory, every thought and every imagery that stayed in his mind

"Another nightmare again?" A soft voice spoke, shuffling in her side of the cabin. "S-sorry.. Did I wake you?" Cody asked, moving his hands away from where they were. "No.." Gwen whispered, moving closer to the other. "I'm having trouble sleeping.. It's like every time I close my eyes I can hear him call my name." She vented, staring at the rotting wooden floor beneath them.

"Yeah.. I get the feeling. I have this.. recurring dream." He confessed, picking at the seams of his jeans. "Yeah? Want to talk about it?" Gwen offered, tilting her head as she looked at the boy. Cody took a deep breath and closed his eyes, images flashing in his mind. "It starts out with me, I walk out of the cabin holding some stuff. And I look out in the forest and he's there.. He's alive." He dragged out that last part with pain in his voice.

"I make my way towards him but.." He stopped for a moment. He hated this part. "E-every damn time I could even get close to him.. He gets pulled into the forest.. A-and it's quick! I ran after him, as fast as I could. Every night I go to bed, I try to save him.. even if it's only in my dream.." He breathed out, his voice getting weaker by the second. He's never confided these dreams with anyone before. He never thought talking about them could be just as painful as having them.

"But no matter how I try and what I do.. I couldn't save him." Tears were streaming down his face and his voice was broken. It was a pain to hear it. "Heh.. There was this one time, I managed to get to him in time. I had his hand in mine. And I was pulling him out of the water but something was also pulling him down. He told me 'Let go because it'll hurt more if you keep dwelling on it' I-I don't know if that was my brain telling me to get over it or.. if it was actually Noah.." Cody finished, he opened his eyes and buried his face in his hands.

Gwen moved her hand to the others back to console him. "It takes time to heal and right now, everyone in this cabin needs it but I think our main focus right now is to survive.. There's no point in healing if you know you'll get hurt again the next day." She sighed in defeat. It was like every slither of hope they had was slowly drifting away and all they had left was their lives. "Surviving? What's the point! There's nothing to live for anymore." Cody cried. "Don't say that!" Gwen scolded, furrowing her eyebrows.

"We promised we'd get out together.. And that's what I had going for me.. It's not like someone's waiting for me at home anyway." He muttered in between sobs, moving his legs closer to his chest. Gwen looked at the other and sighed. "Can you atleast promise me we'll both get out of here? You and me.." She asked. Cody slumped over and rested his chin on top of his knees.

"It's what they would've wanted.." He answered. "You're right.. They're our friends, they only want what's best for us." Gwen smiled, to which Cody returned. They hadn't smiled in a while – they never found a reason to anyway.

Maybe this time the world will be fair.

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i woke up and immediately thought, "man cody's brain chemistry must've been fucked lmao.. lemme write abt that" HUAHAUAHUA I CRAVE ANGST RAGHH 👺👺 *feral gremlin noises*

anyway this isnt me shipping gwen and cody, unless u wanna view it that way ig 🤨 i just think they'll hv a kind of bond and comfort in one another ngl 😔

#total drama #tdi #total drama island #island of the slaughtered #td noah #total drama au #td cody #td gwen #td noco #noco #tdi fanfic #total drama fanfiction #fanfic #angst #haha trauma go brrtt #tw horror #tw death

[ghxstmxchine]

Hello- This is my first time requesting smt on Tumblr but your blog has caught my attention since you write trans content so well which is sadly rare :I Anyways could you write Miguel X ftm reader who is shy about wanting to Dom Miguel for the first time (sfw with or without nsfw is fine) Thank you in advance for the masterpiece you are going to cook up

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☆ ᴀ/ɴ: as a trans person, writing for other trans people is always something I'm happy to do! so glad you think I write it so well, always important to have good representation :)

☆ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ: NSFW // Miguel x ftm!reader // w.c: 1.1k // warnings: smut, dom!reader, blowjobs, dirty talk, penetration

You loved him. You loved him so much that you were scared to mess up, every action, every movement was calculated. It made for a strange relationship between the two of you, both so meticulous, tactful to your cores that made navigating your relationship feel like a game of chess.

That’s why you never brought it up to him in the bedroom. You didn’t want to say the wrong thing and scare him off, nor face rejection and just how humiliating that can be. Miguel normally took the reins, it was expected when he was the one running most things. Pushing you down on the bed and crawling on top, his hands everywhere as he guides you towards pleasure that left your whole body tingling.

You loved it so damn much, he was good and took care of your every need. But you wanted something else, you’d been given a taste and were starved for more. You wanted a go at taking charge, but that required you being forward enough to ask.

“You want to what?” Miguel asks, asking more for clarification rather than completely missing what you said. You could tell from the way his face seemed slightly red, bushy eyebrows furrowed.

“Nevermind,” you spit the words out fast, trying to take back what you had already said. Your cheeks darken with shame, a blush rising on your skin which betrays so easily your desperate attempt to play down what you had just said. God, you wanted to die on the spot. Not like he’d be nice enough to grant you mercy.

Miguel seemed equally conflicted, you couldn’t blame him as he seemed to switch between satisfied and unsure. Finally, he approaches you, large hands gently grasping your wrists so he could hold your hands. He smiles down at you, all too knowing. “No, say what you said.”

“I want…” You look everywhere but at him. You were making your message seem pretty weak. “I want to try being in charge… y’know next time. Next time we’re… in bed together..”

He snorts but it’s not condescending, much more entertained. Miguel leans in to kiss you, nipping gently at your bottom teeth with those pearly fangs of his. “Really? You think you can?”

“Y-yeah..”

“You’re not acting like you can.” Miguel replies cooly and you shift in your spot, finally looking him in the eye. Satisfaction sprawls across his face as he kisses you again, whispering softly between each peck. “So show me, gonna put me in my place or not?”

You didn’t expect it to begin so quickly, a messy makeout between the two of you following the conversation. One second the tension in the air is thick then it’s snapping, hands tangled in hair and lips smashed together. Your hands cup his jaw, pulling him down to meet you, forcing him onto your level.

Soon enough he’s sinking to his knees, mouth wet with saliva that stains your thighs as he kisses every inch of exposed skin. Miguel’s pupils are blown wide, reflecting your own flustered face in the glossiness of them. Your fingers curl in his hair, pushing his head back so he’s looking up at you, the soft gasp leaving his mouth is praise to your actions, satisfaction that you’re showing him what you can do.

Slowly, your other hand that has been cupping his jaw climbs up the side of his face, touching the soft flesh of his lips. You ghost your fingers over them, pressing against the seam of glossy lips that part so obediently. Warm surrounds your fingers, spit coating the pad of each digit as you ease his mouth open, his tongue lolling out without you even having to ask.

You press your fingers against the fangs, feeling their sharpness and how they dig into your fingertips, anymore pressure and they’d slash right though with ease. He shivers, a single movement away from the taste of your sweet blood on his tongue. He wanted it so fucking bad but you tug at his hair, the pressure on his scalp reminding him of where he is as he lets you touch his fangs. “S’pretty…”

Pushing down your pants and boxers, the cold air on your crotch and the slick staining your thighs makes you shiver. Miguel immediately melts at the sight, nearly drooling but he doesn’t move, waiting for you to do something.

“¿Vas a hacer algún movimiento o simplemente voy a mirar?”

You take in a deep breath to steady yourself, searching for what to say. Tightening the fist in his hair you pull him closer, his cheek resting against your thigh. “You can start by sucking me off.”

You don’t need to say anything else, those soft lips kissing up your thighs before he’s at your core, tongue curling as it slides through your fold. You shudder, knees shaking as he dives in to feast on you, wrapping his lips around your t-dick and hollowing his cheeks as he sucks on it. Big, rough hands grasp at your thighs, encapsulating them with ease as he tilts his head for better access, suckling at your t-dick and folds coated with sweet slick.

Every breath leaving your mouth is shuddery, you’d screw your eyes closed if it wasn’t for how gorgeous he looked on his knees, lapping so desperately at your core, praying you’d open your legs just a little more so he could slide his hot tongue into your cunt. He buries his face against the warmth between your legs, nearly trying to pull you down on his mouth as he sucks you off, eating you out like a man starved.

The hand that was once weakly grasping at his hair, simply looking for something to keep you steady tightens, no longer holding on but guiding him. There was some sort of confidence that came with guiding him, tugging his hair as you guide his mouth along your t-dick, slurping messily at the engorged clit as he laves his tongue over it. He was so messy, slick smeared on his chin and all around his mouth as you pushed his head closer, forcing him to suckle sweetly at your t-dick.

“Jus’ like that, keep suckin’ my dick, baby. You’re so messy…” You moan, pleasure boiling over as you feel your thighs tremble, cumming all over his face in a sticky mess. You pull his away, Miguel more than happy to keep lapping at your juices dripping down your thighs. “So messy, letting me cum all over your face.”

You’re pushing him against the bed soon enough, crawling on top and sliding his thick length inside you, aided by your own slick and then amount he drooled all over you. Emboldened by just how good he looked when he was on his knees, you slide your hands up his broad chest and lean in close, lips ghosting against his ear. You prop your hips up, the head of his cock the only thing left inside you.

“C’mon, start fucking me baby. Make me feel good.”

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[sapphicwhimsy]

Pearl while sparring with Gem during the crossover accidentally rips the sunflower dress. Gem works her hardest to help fix it

thank you for your hard work solider

The sparring is nothing new. Really! They're girlfriends, it's all in good fun. They won't hurt each other too badly, the wooden swords are to make sure of that, and they'll respawn if they take too much damage. It's friendly and fun and Gem wants some of the death mementos that she'll drop, so Pearl agrees to spare.

The ground is even, the bed is set, their swords are drawn.

And Gem attacks first. It's clumsy, she isn't used to a sword in this world, Gem has admitted as such. Part of the reason for the spar, actually. Pearl joked about her losing her ability and Gem had taken it as a challenge.

And now she has Gem practically beating her to death with a wooden sword. It's fun! Really! She fights back and she laughs and it's great. The steps for both of them aren't the best, they aren't used to fighting in their dresses, and it's all great, until…

Gem jumps at her, and she doesn't back away fast enough. She jerks back but it isn't good enough, Gem lands on her new dress that's a gift from the void without her noticing but she still jerks back away further from Gem and then.

RIIIIP.

The noise is loud and grating and also so very awful. It breaks her heart more than anything she'd ever thought possible, and when Gem jumps back out of fear, Pearl can see the damage done.

"Oh no," Pearl moans in despair, and Gem is by her side again in an instance. Their swords are forgotten as they inspect the damage, and Pearl feels tears in her eyes. She didn't know something like this could rip like that.

"I'm so sorry!" Gem exclaims, as she looks at the tear along the fabric. Pearl isn't too sure what she's looking at, in all honesty. It's threads torn apart and fabric flaps in the wind and oh, her heart breaks for the pretty dress.

"Shoot," Pearl mumbles, kneeling down as best she can without possibly risking tearing it more. Her fingers lightly pick at the edges of the fabric, and she whines in the back of her throat as the damage gets to her. She can't fix this! She doesn't know how! "What am I gonna do…"

"It looks like it's just a torn seam," Gem says, without much fanfare, and when she looks up at Gem inquisitively, Gem's cheeks color as she looks away. "What? I do things without you sometimes…"

"I didn't say you don't," Pearl says in response, and Gem purses her lips as if she wants to argue, but turns her attention back to the dress.

"Anyway. It's not bad. I can fix it."

"You can?" And it's more incredulous than she means it to be, but it makes Gem scoff all the same.

"Yes! How do you think I got this dress? I made it myself, thank you." Pearl doesn't really have time to consider the implications of what that means too much, before Gem is pulling her to her feet. "C'mon. Let's get you inside and I'll get you fixed up."

"I don't have anything to wear," she protests, because she at least knows it's easier to not be wearing the clothes you're fixing up, so it probably means the same for Gem fixing her dress. Gem's cheeks shift a few shades darker and she tilts head down, determined as she leads her inside.

"I do. C'mon."

"No offense Gem, but I don't think I can fit in any of your clothes…"

"No! They're not mine. I… Ya know those overalls and hoodie ya lost last month?"

"Yeah…? What about them?" When she doesn't get an immediate reply, she spends the walk thinking, before she yelps, "Gem! Did you steal my clothes!"

"You're my girlfriend! They're soft and they smell like you, and if you wear them again they'll smell more like you again."

"That's not the point!"

"Do you want me to fix your dress or not?!" She hesitates, then relents, puffing out her cheeks as she pouts at Gem.

"Fine… But you can't go stealing my clothes anymore, Gem! I need those!"

"No promises."

#gempearl #shiny duo #pearlgem #shinyduo #whimsys writing #tournament propaganda

[adriennebarnes]

Paddington Bear

Paring: Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader

Summary: When Xavier accidentally breaks Y/N childhood teddy bear

Warning: spelling errors, hidden Disney references

A/N: a few weeks back, there were a lot of requests to different Xavier writings to sorts a fanfic where Xavier breaks Y/N’s teddy bear but then gives her a new teddy bear that smells like Xavier so I decided to do my own version of it, requests are OPEN

Y/N was getting ready for her date with Xavier when she heard a knock on the door. Y/N opened the door and saw Xavier looking all nice.

“You ready for our date?” Xavier asked

“Yeah, just let me get my jacket, you can wait inside, Yoko is out with Divina.” Y/N said as she went to get a jacket from her closet. Xavier sat on Y/N’s bed and noticed a cute teddy bear wearing a blue coat. Xavier decided to carry the bear.

“Who’s this little guy?” Xavier asked, playing with the bear.

“His name is Paddington.” Y/N said, taking the bear from his hands and putting him back on his spot on the bed.

“You named the bear Paddington?” Xavier asked.

“First of all, I’m hurt. Second, you have never read the Paddington bear books when you were younger? You have never seen the Paddington movies that came out years ago?” Y/N asked.

“I feel like I should say yes…but I haven’t.” Xavier said hesitantly.

“We are so watching those movies next weekend. Come on, let’s go eat.” Y/N said, they both walked out of her dorm and got into an Uber to go eat at a Chinese restaurant, the Paper Lantern.

“So why Paddington?” Xavier asked.

“Dude, Paddington bear is literally the spectacled bear from Peru, making him a cute little Latino bear. Besides, his uncle Pastuzo died in an earthquake, his aunt Lucy sent Paddington to London with a little tags that says ‘please look after this bear’ like what happens when kids are sent to a different place for refuge where they have no family. His aunt went to a retirement home for bears in Lima. My parents read me the books when I was younger because my mom was also sent to the states when she was younger with the tag ‘please look after me’ so my mom related to Paddington. My ‘grandma’ bought my mom the Paddington books and the teddy bear you see in my room. My dad came to the states when he was an adult and he had family that also went to the states.” Y/N explained.

“So the bear has sentimental value?” Xavier asked

“A lot of sentimental value, Paddington represents my mom’s hardships. Anyway, he’s a very special bear. Do you want to get wonton soup? I definitely know I do.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, we can get the soup. I want the Moo goo gai pan.” Xavier said.

“Half chicken with lobster fried rice is good.” Y/N said, they ordered their food, had a good time, and went back to Nevermore. “One of these days, Xavier, you will appreciate Paddington as much as I do. Good night.” Y/N said, kissing his cheek.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Xavier said kiss her softly before leaving to go to his dorm.

The next day, Y/N was out shopping with Enid, Yoko, Divina, Wednesday, and Enid’s wolf friends. Xavier entered her dorm room, wanting to leave flowers on her bed as little romantics gesture. The bad thing is that Xavier didn’t know there was a bee in the flowers so he grabbed the closest thing on Y/N’s bed. Xavier thought it was a pillow, and began swatting the bee, hitting the ‘pillow’ against every surface he saw the bee until he finally killed it.

“Yes! I got it, ha! Take that, bee!” Xavier said. But only then he realized what he really grabbed. It was Paddington Bear and sadly, he didn’t resemble a bear anymore. The seams were ripped, the bear’s stuffing was everywhere, Paddington Bear was now scraps of fuzzy fluffy fabric. “Oh shit, oh shit, Y/N’s gonna kill me, this can’t be happening, oh my fucking god!” Xavier was now panicking and decided to call Ajax to come into the room. Ajax entered and saw the crime scene.

“Ooh, Y/N’s gonna kill you!” Ajax said, lowkey laughing at Xavier’s expense.

“Oh no, You’re an accessory now, how the fuck am I supposed to fix this?” Xavier asked.

“Dude, it’s a stuffed bear, I’m sure Y/N would be totally fine with a new one.” Ajax said.

“No she won’t! This Paddington is special, it represents the time her mother came to the states as a child, this bear needs to be saved.” Xavier said, grabbing Ajax’s collar to pull him close, signaling that Xavier is being dead serious.

“Okay, chill, how do you explain… ‘bearicide’?” Ajax asked.

“There was a bee on the flowers I bought Y/N, I thigh the I grabbed her pillow but I grabbed the bear. It was totally unintentional bearicide!” Xavier exclaimed. Ajax and Xavier were too busy arguing to notice that Y/N and Yoko walked into the dorm.

“What the hell happened here?” Y/N asked looking at Xavier and Ajax. It was then Y/N noticed the stuffing on the floor and Paddington’s body in Xavier’s hand. “What the hell did you do?!?” Y/N asked the boys angrily so Xavier and Ajax started giving her explanations at the same time. “Stop it! Xavier, tell me what happened.”

“Okay so I bough you flowers, right? They’re right here, here you go, now, there was a bee in the bouquet, I didn’t realized it, I garbed something off your bed, I thought it was a pillow, i couldn’t really tell because I was busy swatting the bee, finally killed it, and then I realized it was Paddington, I’m really sorry, Y/N, I swear I am.” Xavier said, looking at Y/N carefully. Y/N out the flowers down on her nightstand.

“Thank you for the flowers, you two need to get out, I need some time alone, okay.” Y/N said, going to her bed.

“You heard the woman, get out.” Yoko said, practically shoving Ajax and Xavier out the dorm and closed the door.

“She hates me, doesn’t she?” Xavier asked Ajax.

“I Don’t think she hates you, she needs time, I mean after all, you murdered her bear, I’m gonna go hang with Enid now.” Ajax said as he was about to walk away but Xavier grabbed him by his hood.

“Oh no you don’t, you’re helping me fix this.” Xavier said, dragging Ajax to his dorm. Xavier then went to his laptop to look up the bear. “Okay, so the original Paddington Bear is sold on some website in London, costs about 200 euros. That’s like what, a little bit over 200 bucks.”

“It doesn’t ship internationally.” Ajax said.

“Well the other Paddington bears are brown, it looks completely different.” Xavier said. “Ugh, I don’t know what to do, Y/N probably won’t speak to me for days.”

“You Don’t know that.” Ajax said.

But Xavier was right, Y/N did not speak to him. But after school, Xavier had an idea. He went to Y/N’s dorm again and saw the pieces of Paddington on her table. Xavier out them in a bag and went to a place where they restore toys. He went in a talked to the owner, out all the pieces on Paddington on the table and showed him a photo of the bear before he got ruined.

“Is there any chance you can restore this bear?” Xavier asked the owner.

“I Can restore this vintage Paddington bear, the only problem is that it’s very expensive, looks like the poor bear went through the wood chipper.” The owner said,

“Okay fine, name your price.” Xavier said.

“It will be $185 for a complete restoration.” The owner said.

“Done. I’ll pay with card.” Xavier said,

“Thank you son, the bear should be done by tomorrow.” The owner said. Xavier thanked him and left the store. He was walking around Jericho when he saw bear on display. A cute bear with light brown fur, hazel eyes, a paint stained smock, and an artist’s palette holding a paintbrush. Xavier walked in the toy store.

“Excuse me sir, how much is the bear at the window?” Xavier asked the person working the register.

“Cute bear isn’t it? It’s 45 dollars.” The guy said.

“I’ll take the bear.” Xavier said and paid the man. Walking out, he bought another bouquet of flowers, double checking to see there are no bees, no bees in the bouquet, some of Y/N’s favorite candies, and necklace with his initial. He set the basket up all nice, spraying his cologne on the bear, and knocked in Y/N’s door.

“Hi Xavier. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Y/N asked.

“So I know what I did to Paddington was really bad, BUT I took him to get restored so he’ll be good as new. But for the meantime, here are some apology gifts.” Xavier said, showing Y/N the basket. Y/N took the basket, placed it on her bed, and opened it.

“You got me another bear?” Y/N asked, she held the bear to her face and smiled when she noticed his cologne on the bear. “Oh my gosh, Xavier, it looks so cute, he’s literally a mini you.” Y/N said, hugging Xavier.

“Yeah, i saw him in the display window in Jericho and I thought ‘this would be perfect’ and I bought it. You can name him whatever you want, and I hope you’ll sleep with him until I bring Paddington back.” Xavier said.

“I Don’t sleep with Paddington, but i like the sentiment. Thanks for the candies, the necklace is beautiful. I’m sorry I ignored you today…it’s just I literally told you the story to Paddington and then you pulled that shit. But I’m so glad that you’re restoring him, that must’ve cost a fortune.” Y/N said.

“Kinda, almost 200 bucks, but you’re worth it.” Xavier said, kissing Y/N softly. “Want to go to the Paper Lantern again?”

“I’d love to, I’ll just set Benny down.” Y/N said said, setting down her new bear, Benny.

“Is his name Benny because of my babysitter’s a vampire or because of Ben Barnes?” Xavier asked.

“Is it bad if I say Ben Barnes?” Y/N asked.

“Oh, hilarious, let’s go before I remind you why I’m hotter than Ben Barnes, don’t laugh, just humor me.” Xavier said.

“Okay, okay, you’re hotter than Ben Barnes.” Y/N said,

“Thank you for saying that with a straight face, now let’s go,” Xavier said with his hand on his chest

The End

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[kira-fluff]

i will not be able to sleep for the rest of my life if i dont know how yamaguchi and nishinoya react to you walking in on THEM changing 🥸

a/n: *swipes hand across brow*, *cracks knuckles* my time has come. btw this is essentially the karasuno pack // p.s. - i'm hoping you got some sleep lol if you like this prompt: pt. 1 ; walking in on you changing: pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 tw: obvi nsfw, extremely suggestive, cursing

accidentally walking in on them changing - haikyuu!! x reader

yamaguchi tadashi "d-d-don't come in!!"

says this as you are already staring at his very, very naked body. honestly though, who knew tadashi had fucking abs? and little moles and freckles decorate his shoulders and upper torso.. you want to kiss each and every one of them. the longer you stare, the more flushed his face gets as he's waiting for you to, ya know, leave. he doesn't have the heart to tell you to leave, so he instead gets redder as he sees your eyes darken and you subtly (not-so-subtly) drag your lip across the seam of your mouth. yeah, this image is staying in your mind forever. when you're finally out of your trance, you flush and apologize. yamaguchi being yamaguchi immediately holds out his hands, shaking them and saying, "no, it's really no big deal! i mean, i don't mind at all!" ....oh? his eyes widen in realization. lol, he's always such an open book. i mean, it was uncomfortable, but he seemed to gain a lot of confidence as he took in your expression. maybe next time you'll forget to knock again.

nishinoya yu *puts his hands over his eyes*

??? noya you're the one who is stark naked?? this dumb mf i swear lmao was like "oh shit someone's naked" and decided to cover his eyes. even though that someone was HIM. literally won't even realize his mistake until you're laughing your ass off, telling him that you're pretty sure you're not the one without any clothes on. after that he lets out a little shriek and tries to cover himself with his hands, yelling at you to leave all like, "WELL IF YOU KNEW WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAVE SOONER?!" he's definitely the type to get really loud when he's embarrassed like he's trying to cover it up with bravado. after you apologize to him for not knocking, he'll shrug, saying it wasn't a huge deal. every once in a while, though, he'll wonder if you liked what you saw. (you did, of course, but he didn't need to know that).

hinata shoyo "nnnOOOO yOU sAw mY wEe-wEE"

man will swim - ass cheeks out - in the hot springs or public bath with his bros but if you see his dick it's the end of the world. literally cannot handle it and will just scream until you leave. how is this guy a grown-ass adult??? like he talks like he's five lmao. also his muscles could fucking suffocate you so if you find yourself entranced by them, say something - he craves validation. as weird as he feels now that you've seen a different "part" of him, in a weird way he doesn't find it to be something that really impacts the way he has conversations with you (after he apologizes for not hearing you knock). he figures that it's probably what he gets for not locking the door anyway. besides, your red cheeks were pretty cute.

kageyama tobio "c-close the door..."

call me horny on main but kageyama definitely has a massive cock. like he just does, okay? anyway, so when you walk in and you see he not only is fucking PACKING but he also has ginormous biceps and thighs that could CHOKE YOU -- you swear you might've been drooling. he didn't miss the way you bit your lip like you were contemplating something.. (you were deciding whether you should close the door and just ravish him) it seemed like everything he said to you wasn't actually comprehended by you. he'd call your name but the only sign of life he'd see is the way your eyes would slowly move up and down his body, focusing intently on his happy trail and-- his eyes widened. were you really that dirty-minded? or was this the first time you've seen a guy's--? or..? a thousand questions are going through his mind but all that he can get out is a little, throaty croak. as if it was the key to freeing you from your spell, you swiped at your mouth, mumbling an embarrassed, "sorry", before you slammed the door shut. kageyama is clueless as fuck so he's just gonna tilt his head all confused before shaking his head and finishing getting dressed. he's decided to never bring it up to you. ever.

tsukishima kei "get. out. now."

why so rude, tsukki? match his energy, it's worth it to see his expression morph into one of either pure, unaltered rage or embarrassment. more likely, it'll be both. so if you want to be a bastard (and you kind of have to be to survive dating this mf), you'll just smirk and say, "nah, i'd rather stay here actually." he makes this entertaining choking sound while you close the door and then recline on his bed. he deserves it. if you feel like being an asshole, just take a peek down south and then meet his eyes again. wink, then say, "i've seen better." thE WAY HIS JAW TWITCHES-- let's just say you will definitely not be walking tomorrow. it was worth it to see just how worked up he got. bonus points if you try to run away while laughing maniacally.

sugawara koshi "...did you need something?"

tHE SWEETEST. but also the most chaotic. will literally act like nothing happened. he'll just hold up a finger as if to say "one moment" before finishing putting on his pants and shirt. then, he'll motion you to say whatever you were planning to say as if it was the most normal thing in the world and you merely walked in on him doing his homework rather than changing. once you leave, though, he can't hold back the little smirk and laugh at your expression. he definitely hadn't planned that, but it certainly was a entertaining surprise. you're a wild card, that's for sure.

daichi sawamura "i-it's alright, i know you didn't mean it."

gives you the benefit of the doubt like the man he is. he's such a sweet guy honestly there is not a single bad bone in his body. he's so kind, decides to not talk about it after you apologize profusely and bow about a hundred times. honestly it was kind of cute, but definitely also embarrassing. still, he knows you wouldn't try that kind of thing on purpose, you just forgot to knock. but if you ever did want to try that sort of thing, well... he wouldn't stop you.

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