#like today before work we just layed together and i remembered what being loved was like

[goomother]

literally the last 3 weeks have been some of the shittiest moments of my entire life, but at least i have my boyfie :3

#seeing him a lot recently ^_^ #like today before work we just layed together and i remembered what being loved was like #since i never feel it outside of his presence really :/// #and anyway/ it was just wonderful and grounding #its amazing what being treated right will do to uuu :333 so in love #shsjkdasljfk #bf talk

[usedtobecooler]

okay but what about virgin eddie being eager to please and the reader showing him the ropes and he’s just naturally so good at it :( i need it :(

oh anon what are you doing to me!

part one // part two // part three // part four

Pairing | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), fingering f receiving, cumming in pants, corruption kink, reader really likes that eddie is a virgin, car sex, dubious content (i think? reader rubs up against him without consent?), dirty talk, lots of eddie being called pretty and handsome!!

Word Count | 2.8K

A/N | i really took this and ran with it, god damn!! virgin!eddie just does things to me the boy is SO corruptible. i need help, jesus and a nap after this.

You sort of knew he was at least inexperienced from the get go. You'd met working at the local record store and doing the late shifts together. You never missed the way he'd get so flustered any time you'd pay him a compliment.

'Eddie you look so nice today', 'wow Eddie you should wear your hair up more often it looks good', or when you'd greet him with a 'hey handsome' or 'hey pretty boy' and he'd stumble over his words and go beet red. You could tell he didn't really get chicks, it was obvious by the way that all he could talk about on Monday mornings were his D&D campaigns that he played with literal sophomores.

Twenty year olds who barely skim by to graduate after their third year repeat of senior year didn't get babes. He knew that, you knew that. But you were so attracted to him anyway, you got a sick thrill out of how easy it was to panic him and make him blush.

You gave Eddie a ride home from work every night, the trailer park was a fair few miles from the shop and his van went bust a few months prior so it was sat like an antique with grass growing around it just outside his front door. Wayne made a point of complaining about it a lot when you were in earshot.

'Either fix the damn thing or get the piece of crap towed away. I know we live in a trailer park but we sure as shit ain't tramps.'

So yeah. He wasn't necessarily a lady killer but he was just so pretty to look at and it made your stomach do funny jumps. He was so passionate too, he could talk for hours about his guitar or Lord of the Rings and he remembered every little detail. Soaked in everything you'd ever say and remember it for next time.

So sue you. You liked Eddie 'the freak' Munson who was just the sweetest, prettiest boy you'd ever met. And you needed to corrupt him.

You were subtle to begin with. When you'd shuffle by him in the store you'd make sure to get as close to him as possible as if the space was just too tight for anymore room. You'd lay a hand on his waist to brush past, lightly dance your fingers on his shoulder. 'Whoops, sorry' you'd say when your ass would brush past his dick, you'd pretend not to notice his flustered look and his stumbling words.

It all came to a head on one Saturday night as you were driving Eddie home. Dio's Holy Diver playing as background noise. You bonded over your love of the same bands too, you'd occasionally catch his eyes go all gooey when you'd talk about Metallica. You couldn't help but notice the ways his eyes would wander over your chest, where a band shirt would usually be sitting. The way he'd look at your legs in your fishnets and tight skirts. Stutter when you'd catch him and give him a wink.

But anyway, this particular Saturday you'd asked if he wanted to go to a fast food joint for some burgers before going home. You were, admittedly, starving after bailing on lunch in favour of helping Eddie with the new shipment of vinyl that had came in.

Eddie was a gentleman, offering to pay for the burgers since you'd been driving him home and who were you to refuse a free meal. He took them to go so you could drive to a place somewhere quiet and eat in silence.

You drove up to a spot you went to occasionally when you needed some time to sit and relax on your own. It was essentially an old junk yard full of shitty banger cars but nobody ever came out here and it was nice for watching the stars on a clear night.

You eat your burgers mostly in silence, both of you chomping down like you hadn't eaten in days. You're sat in a silky leopard print skirt, fishnets all torn around your inner thighs from them rubbing together all day. You sit really unladylike, legs open and comfortable.

You catch Eddie peaking again.

"Eddie, sweetheart, its only a pair of thighs." You say quietly, breaking the comfortable silence in favour of embarrassing him, "You see them everyday."

Eddie flusters a little, mouth still full of burger but he stops chewing and goes bright red, floundering for words, "S-sorry, uh, fuck I can't help but look. Your tights are all torn." He points out, motioning towards the large holes.

"Babe, you can't honestly tell me that's the reason you were looking," You say, balling up your fast food paper and tossing it in the back without looking, "you're trying to catch a glimpse of my princess parts."

A laugh bubbles out of your mouth at the use of those words, only using them to tease Eddie and his seemingly virginal ways. Worried if you call it a pussy he'll open the door and flee.

"Uh, eh, I wouldn't know much about that," Eddie cringes at his own words, he can't even look at you and it's just so endearing, "I can't say I've ever seen one."

You gawp a little bit. Taken aback by his confession.

"What do you mean, Eddie?" You ask, the teasing way in your voice only coming out just a smidge now, "You've never...?"

"God, don't make me say it, sweetheart," Eddie grimaces, tossing the last of his burger on the dashboard, hunger long forgotten at the embarrassing conversation, "I'm a twenty year old virgin. Laugh all you want, you should."

"I'm not gonna laugh," You say, all too quickly, "I just can't believe no girl, or guy maybe, has ever pinned you down and just ridden the shit out of you. You're really hot, Eddie. I mean, really hot."

Eddie's cheeks flush so dark they're almost purple and suddenly he's shuffling awkwardly in his seat next to you, like he's trying to cover himself from you.

"Hey pretty boy," Your voice is barely above a whisper now, you lean over and tug at his arm to get him to turn to you again, "I find that kinda... hot."

Eddie scoffs at that but lets you move his arm, your fingers beginning to dance down it, edging closer to his wrist, "Yeah, right. You don't have to lie to me I know it's ridiculous. Who the fuck is still a virgin at this age unless it's by choice?"

"Means you're all kinds of corruptible, handsome." You're not teasing anymore, bringing your hand further down to drag your fingers over his knuckles, "Makes me kinda hot and bothered."

"Oh, oh right," Eddie sucks in a breath and shudders, Jesus Christ this guy has no game and it's so fucking cute you're about to burst. Your cunt is twitching already just thinking about ruining him.

"Maybe I could show you the ropes? Y'know? How to touch a girl an' get her going?" You suggest, and you can see the goosebumps littering Eddie's arms, "Obviously so that when you find a girl you really like you can wow her."

A strangled little noise caught between a whimper and a sigh escapes Eddie's lips, his head thumps back against the headrest on his seat, displaying his gorgeous expanse of neck, the veins protruding in ways you can't ignore. Admittedly, he's already got you going without even having to touch you, and you know now that you're fucked.

"You gotta say yes or no, handsome. Just so I know you're into this and I'm not adding two plus two and getting five," Your voice is gentle as you finally grip hold of Eddie's wrist gently, dragging it over to rest on your inner thigh. His fingers flex on the skin, gripping ever so slightly, making you exhale a shaky little moan.

"I, uh, I would like to. But I'm gonna be shit, no point denying it," Eddie barks out a little sarcastic laugh, his brows furrowing together.

"Oh, honey," You giggle, "you're a guitar player. Those fingers already know what to do without me having to show them. I'll just tell you what to do, where to press, how fast I like it, how hard. Can you listen to me and do that?"

You chance a glance down at his crotch and can see the thick outline of his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans. Your mouth practically starts salivating, already eager to know just exactly how it looks. In your daydreams it was big, but looking now in the dim light at his concealed erection, it was obvious just how big it truly was.

You get up from your seat, shuffling a little so you can swing a leg over and perch yourself in Eddie's lap, gasping a little when you sink down just enough to rub your cunt along his hardness. Eddie bites down on his lip, a strangled, breathy moan leaving him.

"This okay?" You ask, just to make sure, and he's nodding so fast he could get whiplash. You take ahold of Eddie's right hand again, sliding it under your skirt to let his palm rest lightly over your pussy, letting him feel the heat and the damp patch that's formed in your cotton panties so quickly, "You've done this to me already and you haven't even touched me yet."

"Really? Shit," Eddie looks up at you with wide brown eyes, like a deer caught in headlights. He's so eager, letting his fingers run over your clothed folds, dipping a finger in between experimentally and smiling a little when you moan, "Can I, uh, can I move your panties out of the way?"

"Go for it, handsome. Get a good feel." You're back to smirking again, but not for long when Eddie hooks two fingers into the elastic of your panties and pull them to the side, exposing your puffy little cunt to the cold air. You gasp when two hot fingers rub between your lips, catching on your clit just barely, "Okay, can you find where my clit is?"

Eddie nods eagerly, running his fingers back up and pressing on that little hard bundle of nerves, his cock twitching at the feeling of your slick in between his fingers, "There, right?" He asks, just to make sure, but it's obvious by the way you bite your lip and whine.

"Yes there, fuck, Eddie if you do good for me this really isn't gonna last long," You admit, throwing your head back a little, "just rub me there in small circles, I like it fast."

Eddie's fingers start to almost expertly rub you in circular motions, his calloused fingertips catching and dragging your clit in the most delicious way. You turn into a whining mess quite quickly, especially when his free hand comes up to grab at the meat of your thigh to hold you in place.

"God, handsome, you're really good at this, uh," You choke on your own tongue when he speeds up a little, "wanna use that free hand and slip your fingers in me?"

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, glossy eyes dancing a little, "you sure?"

You nod excitedly, knees buckling a little when you feel his hand come up under your skirt, the pads of two fingers swirling around your entrance. You can't believe he's never done this before, you half expected him to not even know where your hole was never mind anything else. He looks into your eyes, raising his brows a little in a silent question and you nod again.

Eddie sinks his fingers in all the way to the hilt immediately and it makes you gasp, the breach unexpected but certainly not unpleasant. A nice stretch, the cold of his thick rings on the rim of your cunt making you shiver, "Pump them in and out of me and try to find a, Jesus, a rhythm that matches your fingers on my clit."

"Does this feel good?" Eddie asks, and it's clearly meant to be in earnest but it sends hot flushes all up your spine, his long fingers beginning to pump in and out of you slowly.

"God, yeah, yeah it does, Eddie." You whine, hips having a mind of their own and helping him with the process, helping his fingers sink in and out, "Crook them a lil, you'll find a soft spot, kinda feels like a sponge."

Eddie's brows furrow together, his fingers starting to falter both inside of you and on your clit as he tries to find a rhythm. It comes back to him quickly, both of his fingers sunk deep in your cunt crooking ever so slightly and finding your gspot almost immediately.

You choke out a moan that sounds wet, like you're about to cry, "Fuck, right there, handsome. Keep doing that, m'gonna cum."

His fingers are heavenly dancing inside of you. His assault on your clit is hard and fast and soon enough you're so wet that you can feel it running out of you, probably slicking Eddie's hand, wrist and arm with creamy slick, "How does it feel for you, Eddie?"

You're looking at each other and the lust is apparent in Eddie's face, the way his brown doe eyes are hazily watching you, "Feels so good. Your pussy feels like heaven on my fingers, you're so tight."

"Fuck, dirty talking already are we?" You almost squeal, a hot flush taking over your whole body as you chase your orgasm, "Love hearing dirty words coming from your mouth about me, keep going."

Eddie leans forward, hot mouth kissing and sucking wetly at your tits, your collarbones, your neck, "Y'like that? Like my fingers in you? You're whining like a little slut."

You fucking lose it at being called a slut, the mixture of his hands, his mouth and the obscene slicking sounds coming from your cunt have your legs buckling, your stomach twisting as you reach your high, cumming so hard that your pussy constricts and grips at Eddie's fingers tightly, a loud moan slipping from your mouth, hands automatically coming up to grip at his curls as your hips fuck back and forth, riding out your orgasm.

You're sensitive, shivering a little as Eddie rubs you through the last of it, so you rest a gentle hand on his wrist to let him know to stop. He stops immediately, long fingers sliding out of your cunt slowly as not to startle you.

"Was - was that okay?" He asks, looking at you again with those gorgeous, stupid doe eyes, the nervousness back and apparent in his voice. You're all orgasm stupid, barely able to keep your eyes open, so you lean forward and smash your lips onto his, greedily lapping your way into his mouth with your tongue as a way of confirming it was good.

Eddie's big hands come to encircle around your waist, deepening the kiss. So, okay, he's not the best kisser just yet but you can show him that too. It's sloppy and wet and everything you need right this second.

Your hips begin to rub along the length of Eddie's still painfully hard cock straining in his pants, you put down enough weight to grind perfectly against him, your sensitive clit loving the friction of the thick denim running against it.

"Wha-" Eddie pulls away from your lips, confusion on his face turning to ecstasy, a moan escaping him. Fuck, he's so loud it's making you flutter.

"Was gonna try an' get a hand on your cock but that can be for another day," You hum, hips still gliding back and forth roughly, "wanna see you cum in your pants, though."

"Fuck, sweetheart, you have no idea what you're - uh, god - what you're doing to me," Eddie's whimpering, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, matting down his fringe, "m'gonna cum, shit, shit, I'm cumming."

You watch every bit of it, the way the veins in his neck pop, his eyes squeezing shut as he vibrates against you, fingers squeezing you so hard it'll bruise. Fuck, he's so pretty you want to die, you can't believe you're the first person to make him cum and you didn't even have to lay a hand on him.

When Eddie eventually opens his eyes, the blush is back on his cheeks, as if he's mortified by what he just did, "Damn, twenty years old and I just came in my pants like a teenager."

"It was hot, pretty boy," you sigh, leaning down to peck his lips, "I'll get a hand on you soon though, I need that thick cock everywhere on me."

He whines at that, hips bucking up of their own accord, "Fuck, you dunno what you're doing to me, sweetheart."

"Corrupting you, Eds. And you're gonna love every fucking minute."

#ha fuck i cant stop imagining corrupting virgin!eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female!reader #stranger things #my fanfic #mine #smut #x reader #fem reader #stranger things imagine #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn smut #virgin!eddie #virgin!eddie munson

[luveline]

hi baby if you feel up for it i'd love to request some fluffy fluff with sirius. maybe he's usually so reserved and stoic (because, cmon) and they're out with his friends and they're all making fun of him for being so lovey and doting on r

love u sm!

love you!! ♡ fem, 1k

"This is really lovely," Sirius says, your face turned to the light in his hand. "It's bright without looking out of place. Blue is your colour." 

"Thanks, bug," you murmur back, holding still as he cleans the smudged mascara from your lower lash line.

"Every colour is your colour," he amends. "It goes nice with your top." 

You rub your lips together slowly, sticky with gloss. His noticing makes all your make up efforts worth it. 

Sirius wipes his thumb into the tissue you'd given him and tucks it away, stroking your cheek one last time with his other hand before stealing yours to twine your fingers. Your friends have carried on into the pub, but it doesn't take long to catch them. Remus was kind enough to wait at the entrance, eyebrows raised. 

"What?" Sirius asks. 

"Nothing." It's clearly something. "At all." 

You figure it's between them and skirt past Remus with a smile, eager to hide away in the warm wooded walls of The Firestroke. The boys filter in behind you, following you through the entryway and past the bar to the table James has commandeered with Emmeline. 

He's fiddling with her hair, readjusting a bobby pin, another held between his lips. "It looks nice, Emme, you should have it out of your face more often." 

"Marl says that all the time. Hey!" She beams at you. "Come and sit by me." 

You laugh happily and slide onto the seat next to her. You, Emme, and James sit on the booth side while Sirius and Remus set themselves down opposite. A waitress arrives and Sirius doesn't wait for the others, ordering a round of drinks for the entire group, wherever they may be. They'll filter in soon enough. 

"And extra cherries for my girl, please," Sirius says, nodding to you as he does. "Thanks." 

"Ooh, for his girl," James croons. 

"Remember when he'd order stuff for me like that?" Remus asks. 

Sirius rolls his eyes, offering his hands to you from across the table. Honestly, you're slightly surprised at his behaviour today, but you won't look a gift horse in the mouth. You lay your hands in his obligingly and relax as he begins to draw shapes into the fronts of your fingers, tiny stroking lines that feel ridiculously good, even under the eyes of your friends. "He's lying. I'd purposefully get his food wrong when we were teenagers so he'd have to go up to the counter and correct it." 

"Like exposure therapy I never signed up for," Remus sighs. "It worked, too." 

Sirius laughs. He's handsome to begin with, the last burst of a tan from summer's end on his skin, his hair dark and lush in the shimmering light, and when he laughs it's a tenfold effect, the grey of his eyes suddenly mesmerising, the wicked curve of his smile softened into a sweeter thing that begs to be kissed, or admired at the very least. You let him keep one hand but turn the other inward to give him similar treatment, rubbing your fingertips up and down his palm in a ticklish wave. 

"Do that to me, mate, there's a good lad," James says, offering his hand. Emmeline bats it away. 

"Awfully jealous today, aren't they?" Sirius asks you, ignoring their teasing to curl your fingers in and cover them. 

"I…" You're not sure what to say. Does he not realise how sweet he's being? Publicly? He's not usually this open. 

"You okay?" 

"Fine, just…" Words fail you twice. You cringe at your lack of explanation, but Sirius doesn't falter in his nice touches. It shouldn't shock you when he slides his chair tight against the table and pulls your hands ever closer, his top lip scratchy with hair as he leans down to kiss your knuckles. "Siri." 

"Yes, darling?"

"Jesus," Marl says, announcing her presence with a faked gag. "What's your problem, Black?" 

"I'm deeply in love, McKinnon. Not that you'd know what that feels like." 

You melt in your chair as he kisses a short path to your wrist. You could write Marlene a ten thousand word essay on love if she needed it, that's how adored he's got you feeling. 

"Absolutely vile."

"So sweet!" Mary denies, plopping herself down in the chair beside Sirius', all pink tulle and flowery smells. Any other day you'd be jealous of her in a good-natured but undeniably insecure manner, terrified that Sirius was gonna turn to her and see her in all her dewy beauty, but he doesn't so much as look up, your hands now rubbed against his cheek. 

"He's had a bit of catnip or something," Remus says. 

"It's the eyeshadow," you try to explain. 

Sirius lifts his head severely. "It looks perfect, but it's definitely not the eyeshadow. I'd feel just as mad about you if you were covered in soot." 

"Good to know," you say breathlessly. 

"Oh, so you're feeling pathetic today?" Marl asks.

Sirius sighs as though he's been greatly inconvenienced and sits up properly, casting his gaze around the group for a lick of sense between them, if his slack eyebrows are anything to go off of. "You're all wrong. I'm this pathetic for her every day of the week." 

"Then what's with the PDA?" James asks incredulously. 

"Mate, first of all, look at her. And if you must know, it's our anniversary." 

You flinch, your gaze jumping to his. The group erupts with well wishes and 'why didn't you say so's, and James slaps his card on the table, insisting that the round is on him to celebrate. Your heart races as you make the calculations in your head, calming as you realise that nothing falls on today's date, not a half month nor a first date. 

"Sirius?" you ask while everyone's distracted. 

He takes your hand again and begins kissing your knuckles once more. "I'm lying," he says, as you'd figured, scratching your fingers with his stubble. "That's what he gets for prying… You really do look lovely tonight." 

You nearly swallow your tongue. "Thank you. You look lovely, too." 

He smiles, twining your fingers together to rest his face against the back of your hand. "Thanks, angel." 

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius x reader fluff #sirius black imagine #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fic #marauders era #marauders #sirius black drabble #sirius black scenario #sirius black oneshot #the marauders #sirius orion black

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

🎃 How do I feel?

Body Swap CW: AMAB!Reader body swap with F!partner, dub-con, overpowering, praise(?) kink

Jennifer bounced excitedly into (Reader's) apartment, buzzing with adrenaline as she broke into her best friend's home. "(Reader)! Doll, where are you?"

(Reader) groaned from his bed, pausing his game and throwing his controller onto his pillow. "Jesus, can't you knock?"

Dyed lilac pigtails swayed wildly as she burst into (Reader's) room. "Why? We have nothing to hide from each other, right?"

With another frustrated mumble the young man rolled his eyes, not ready emotionally for whatever bullshit Jennifer was about to pull. "What do you want?"

Out from her messenger bag Jennifer retrieved a creepy looking leather bound book. "Look what I bought!"

It had a slight smell, making (Reader) scrunch up his nose. "From where? A hobo?"

"eBay."

"Ha!" Every couple of months Jennifer was buying some new 'genuine' spell book or 'cursed object'. She didn't claim to be a Wiccan, but an occultist, who didn't seem to follow any doctrine (Reader) had ever heard of.

"This is the real deal, I can feel it!" She said enthusiastically, just as she did every few months. Opening the book, Jennifer didn't wait for (Reader) to agree to participating in whatever 'spell' or 'curse' she had picked out, chanting from a page she had bookmarked. He sat there patiently, waiting for the inevitable tears for when it didn't work.

Then everything went black.

(Reader) blinked, groggy eyes fuzzy as he came to, standing in his bedroom face to face with himself.

"What the hell?" (Reader) asked. As soon as the words fell from his lips, he froze, because the voice that came out wasn't his, but Jennifer's. Glancing down (Reader) found himself in control of dainty hands with purple nails. "Oh my God.."

"It worked!" Jennifer cheered, making (Reader) cringe hearing his voice squeal out. He watched his body twirl around. "Finally!"

(Reader's) eyes widened as Jennifer opened up her his pants, looking down at his dick while smiling. "Woah, don't do that!"

"I've always wondered what you had going on down here. But, that's not the main goal." It was uncanny, watching himself charge forward. (Reader) felt his own hands grab hold of Jennifer's body, struggling as he realized just how weak she was. He couldn't physically push himself off as Jennifer pulled him into a deep kiss, thrusting his own tongue down into her throat.

(Reader) was thrown onto the bed easily, squirming as his possessed body crawled over him, easily overpowering him. Jennifer had planned for this, wearing a thin shirt with snap buttons and a small skirt without underwear. The shirt was popped open in one swift movement, and Jennifer marveled at her own breasts. "I see these everyday, but it's so different than looking in the mirror." (Reader's) hands traveled across the chest he currently owned, playing with the sensitive nipples.

"Jennifer, why are you doing this?" (Reader) tried not to moan, crushing his thighs together as a strange tingling could be felt down below. It felt good, if (Reader) was being honest, he was just confused as to why.

"Don't you remember me telling you? Back when I first started looking into magic and all that? I always wanted to know what it felt like to fuck myself."

(Reader) vaguely remembered Jennifer ranting about wanting to love herself, but he had tuned her out at the time, only nodding and grunting in agreement when he thought it was appropriate. Now his fully erect cock was being pulled out of his pants above (Reader).

It was strange, and (Reader) never would have thought of having sex with Jennifer before today, but now laying down as her, feeling wet between the thighs, the ridiculousness of the situation allowed him to act as though this was all just a dream. It was okay to just give in if it's a dream. Jennifer seemed pleased, looking at her own pussy under her skirt, stroking the cock she had stolen while watching her body become aroused, leaving a wet spot on the sheet.

Jennifer rubbed the head of (Reader's) dick across her clitoris, making (Reader) flinch under the new sensation. He gasped a little, feeling his thighs shutter in anticipation.

There were no words to describe the feeling of having his dick enter him, the way a vagina's walls constricted, the feeling of being filled up was unlike anything (Reader) had felt before.

His voice chuckled as Jennifer melted into her pussy. "God, I am tight!"

Although (Reader) knew the comment wasn't directed towards him it made his heart race and the strange tingling grow stronger. He bit his lip as Jennifer began slowly picking up the pace, pounding into herself.

"Fuck, I'm cute!" Jennifer grabbed (Reader's) newly adopted breasts tightly, earning a shocked mewl. "Is that what I look like all the time? Goddamn, if you keep making that face I might cum in ya!"

There were so many new things to focus on that (Reader) felt like he was losing his mind. He could feel his heavy balls slapping onto Jennifer's his ass, and hear the wet sound of his new cunt sucking in the erection as Jennifer snapped her hips into his. The way his nipples were twisted made the tingling in his belly grow faster, threatening to spill out.

"Jennifer! I think I'm about to cum!" (Reader) cried out, dazed by how aroused he was.

"Ha! Do I fuck that good?! Hey, hey, hey! How do I feel?! Are you gonna cum on your own dick? Ah! Stop tightening up! Jesus, this pussy feels good!"

(Reader) couldn't control it, screaming out in pleasure as their walls began convulsing, spasming around their dick as they orgasmed. Jennifer barely pulled out in time to release between her own thighs.

"Shit, that was close.. you almost held me in there haha.." Jennifer collapsed next to (Reader), still sensitive and overwhelmed, riding out his first feminine climax. "Ahh.. guy orgasms don't last as long as chicks.." Jennifer commented, closing her eyes wearily.

After a nap, (Reader) woke up to find himself back in his own body, lying next to Jennifer. She was also awake, numbly staring at the ceiling. There was a strange feeling inside (Reader) that he couldn't quite understand.

Nervous, he turned away from Jennifer, unable to proposition her while looking at her. "I wouldn't mind.. doing that again some time.. the spell, I mean."

As though she had been waiting for him to speak first, Jennifer erupted into laughter, spooning her best friend from behind. "Same."

#kinktober #cw dubcon #body swap #x reader #oc x reader #bad writing #not proofread

[avocado-writing]

Hello! Today is my birthday (well, in one hour it will be) and I was wondering if you could write a story with Crowley and Aziraphale with reader perhaps set in the tltdatsib series/world where it’s like the past sometime (whenever you’d like) and maybe Aziraphale (or Crowley) gets jealous that reader is paying more attention to the other and angst to fluff perhaps with makeup sex? Thank you! New to the fandom and love your work!

notes: I’m certain it was your birthday like two months ago by this point but uhhhhh enjoy!

pairing: aziraphale x reader x crowley (tltdatsib-verse)

rating: E

Crowley is jealous. 

He thinks he’s doing a pretty good job at conveying it: huffing, sitting down heavily, crossing his arms (though definitely not pouting) but you and Aziraphale haven’t picked up on it. 

For the amount of time you’ve been together, sometimes it does end up that two of you will spend more time together than all three. He’s had countless times when he’s headed off with Aziraphale around the world for work reasons, and he can firmly remember some stints in the seventies when the two of you hit the road to follow your favourite bands on tour. 

Still, though. He doesn’t like it when it happens to him. 

You and Aziraphale have been going to night time classes. He’s not quite sure what classes, neither of you have let that slip, but what it has meant is that you and the angel have been around each other incessantly. Together. He feels a bit elbowed out of it all, like the two of you have some little secret to giggle over. 

Crowley swirls his wine in his glass and mopes a bit before swallowing it down, harrumphing quietly to himself as he hears the two of you open the door to the shop and walk in laughing. Probably at some private joke that he won’t be privy to. 

“And I was just— oh, hello, Crowley. Why are you sitting in the dark, my love?”

He looks over to you and notices for the first time that he’s not bothered to put the lights on. He flinches as Aziraphale hits the light switch and the bookshop is bathed in a warm glow. The two of you carry on as if nothing is amiss; Aziraphale puts the kettle on, you hang up the coats. 

“Have you just been there since we left?” you asked, concern creeping into your voice. Crowley takes another quaff. 

“Maybe. Not sure why you’d care.”

He sniffs loudly and out of the corner of his eye he can see your confusion. 

“Love, what’s the matter?” you ask, crossing your arms, fully in no-nonsense mode. Aziraphale pokes his head out of the kitchen. 

“Is something happening?”

You gesture for him to follow you. The kettle sings and turns off, ignored, and the two of you plonk down on the sofa either side of Crowley. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask, gently but firmly, laying your hand on his knee. 

“Well, maybe you’d know if you weren’t constantly disappearing off to your evening classes without me…” he knows he sounds petulant but honestly he sort of doesn’t care. He enjoys being petulant sometimes. 

“Oh, Crowley,” you say softly, “we didn’t think you’d want to come, my darling.”

“I don’t want to come!” he snips, then deflates a little, putting down his wine, “But I would have done it if you asked.”

You and Aziraphale exchange a look. Ah. There it is. You’ve been around long enough to know that misunderstandings happen when communication doesnt. Either side of Crowley, you both take one of his hands. 

“Crowley, dear. We weren’t excluding you to be unkind. We just didn’t want you to come because… well…”

“Look. We’ve been going to swing dance classes. And we’re really bad at it,” you finish. Aziraphale shrugs and nods. Crowley furrows his brow. 

“What?”

“We’re so utterly pants. We can’t swing dance to save our lives and we’ve been going for weeks now.”

“We’re getting better!” Aziraphale says, “We don’t stand on each other’s feet half as much any more. But truth be told we are the worst in the class by a large margin - and we don’t want you to watch us dance until we’re worth watching.”

“It’s pretty humiliating. We were hoping one day we’d be able to show you properly. We wanted you to be impressed.”

Oh god. Crowley feels awful. The two of you weren’t trying to exclude him, you just wanted to be good enough to show off. He groans and buries his face in his hands. 

“I’m an idiot,” he sighs. 

“Well…”

He shoots you a withering look, but ends up smiling. 

“My dear, you have to tell us if something is bothering you. Neither of us would want that,” Aziraphale says. 

“If you’re feeling neglected you just need to say, and I’m sure we can make it up to you…”

This is all the incentive Crowley needs to allow the two of you to begin to touch him. 

You kiss him first, long and slow, before freeing his lips for Aziraphale. Crowley loves the slick slide of his husband’s tongue along his, the way the angel’s warm hand skims the plateau of skin revealed as his shirt is lifted up. You work your way down Crowley’s body and end up on your knees between his legs, your hands making light work of his jeans. 

“Ahh, there we are,” you sigh, finding him half-hard and stroking him to his full length. You take a moment to inhale the musky scent of him before you touch your tongue to the tip of his cock, and he bucks as if you’ve run a thousand volts through him. 

“Shit—!”

“Language,” Aziraphale mutters against his lips. The demon’s shirt is hitched higher, Aziraphale begins to run his thumb in a circle around the peak of his nipple. 

“Such a lovely boy,” you hum as you press kisses down the length of his shaft. Crowley doesn’t identify as male necessarily, but he does enjoy hearing you call him a ‘lovely boy’. It makes him feel small and safe, adored. 

He relaxes into the couch and lets you both take care of him. By the end of the evening, and several orgasms later, he can tell you’re both very sorry for making him feel ignored. But if this is the way you make it up to him, maybe he doesn’t mind too much…

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[thehusbandoden]

Hello Brain Damage! I hope you're doing okay. :) I had to actually stop every thing I was doing today cause I was so tired that I couldn't focus or work at all. That being said, (if you're not to busy, and I apologize if I'm overloading you with requests) I would really love to see how the MHA characters would react if the reader was just so tired they couldn't do anything, and I mean I was doing an online document and every few minutes I would stop to look for my paper (sadly there was no physical sheet). I literaly got 6 sentences down in an hour, it felt like I lost the ability to read. thankfully I'm much better after a nap! Have a lovely day, and take a break if you need one!! <3

A/n: you're too sweet. Don't overwork yourself and remember to get yourself some rest!! You're not overloading me at all, feel free to send as many requests as your heart desires! I hope this fits your taste, if not you can always send in another ask/comment and I'll fix whatever is needed! <33

Comforting Their Exhausted s/o

General info:

Genre: comfort/fluff \\ wc: 1,284 (in total) \\ characters: Hawks, Dabi, Bakuhoe

Hawks:

Oh, he will not stand for it. Nothing, and I mean nothing is allowed to torment his Babybird! Running like a madman, Hawks skids into your office, honey eyes squinting at your exhausted form.

"Babybird! This is unacceptable!" Hawks exclaimed, pouncing onto your lap.

"W-what is?!" You exclaim, holding onto Hawks larger form to stop the both of you from falling.

"You're exhausted my baby!"

"Oh.. I'm fine, baby. Really."

"But- your eyes have bags under them!"

"I'm fine, Bird brain. Now may I please get back to work?"

"No! No you may not!" Scooping you up in his arms, Hawks plops you onto your shared bed, laying ontop of you to stop you from squirming away from him.

"Let me go! I'm not afraid to-"

Shutting you up with a kiss, Hawks hums as he trails kisses from the top of your face down to your collarbone.

"You need rest, Darling." Hawks hums, pecking your lips twice before flipping you over, ending up with you laying on his chest.

"But-"

"No no no. Cuddle your hubby and then we can finish it together, mkay?"

Nodding fondly, you rest your head against Hawks chest, listening to his heartbeat with a wide smile on your face.

~~

(The next morning; 10:02 a.m.)

"Babybird~"

"My darling~"

"Light of my life~"

"Darling~"

You awoke to a soft, heavenly voice and a series of strange pressure trailing along your face. Blinking open your eyes, you smile as Hawks kisses your entire face, sweetly calling you by his many pet names.

As he realized you were awake, Hawks grinned down at you, honey eyes shining with adoration.

"There you are goregous." Hawks cooed, kissing your lips sweetly.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down to lay on top of you, wrapping your legs across his winged back. "Hi handsome."

Smile widening, Hawks kissed you once more before nuzzling into you, sighing as you scratch the base of his wings.

"I made us breakfast.. but I'd like to stay like this for a little longer."

Giggling, you move one hand to play with his hair and the other to caress his back. "Okay, but only for a few minutes. I'm hungry."

Dabi:

You didn't even notice Dabi coming into the apartment, or even into your office. Your eyes were simply focussed on your screen, re-reading the same sentence for what seemed like the thousandth time.

You knew that you needed rest and that you weren't really getting any work done, but you needed to get this project done. Your boss was already breathing down your throat for submitting your last project late, and you couldn't afford being fired or having a pay decrease.

Since you and Dabi moved in together, you've both been working yourself to the bone, working almost 24-7 to try and provide for one another. Though it hurt his pride, Dabi just couldn't carry for the both of you due to his low income, and so you both heavily relied on your income, paying the bills plus most of the other expenseses with your semi lousy income.

Due to your growing exhaustion, you've been flailing, and your boss was nowhere near patient enough to deal with it; which simply put more stress on your shoulders.

Sighing, you rub your eyes; holding back tears yet again. You had to stay strong.

You loved Dabi. A lot, actually. You couldn't just give up and leave him to try and work himself dead just to make sure that you were comfortable and happy.

You had to be fine for him. He already sacrifices so much just to try and lessen your load by a little bit. "Just hold it in. He doesn't need to worry about me-"

You were interrupted by a pair of familiar lips being roughly pressed against your own, drowning your words out with ease. Once you got rid of your initial shock and started to kiss back, his lips were gone.

"What did you say?" Dabi growled, turquoise eyes piercing your e/c ones.

"I- I just didn't want to bother or worry you.." you sigh, eyes glued to Dabi's large hands that were currently holding onto your wrists.

"What are you talking about!? Y/n- you can't do that to me. If you're struggling, I need to be able to help you."

"But-"

"No buts. Put your shoes in mine."

Giggling, you brush the hair out of Dabi's face, looking up at him with your pretty doe eyes.

"Don't you mean 'put yourself in my shoes'?" You innocently ask, holding back your giggles as you study his face.

Opening his mouth, Dabi stopped before growling, moving himself to sit in your lap.

"Same thing. Now, what's bothering you?"

"It's nothing real-"

"If I have to ask again I won't be talking to you next time I'm struggling."

"Fine! Bully."

As you vented Dabi moved you into his lap, holding your form against his chest as he pet your hair, comforting you as best as he could. Though he didn't always know what to say when it came to comfort, he knew how to listen, and he knew how to silently show you he cared with gentle caresses and giving you your favorite seat; his lap.

After you were done venting he simply held you, quietly cooing words of comfort and affirmation into your ear, telling you how much he cared about you.

After holding you for a while you fell asleep, causing Dabi's cold and broken heart to soften, maybe even healing a little bit.

Tucking you against his chest, Dabi held you while you slept, caressing your arm, waist, and hip. Every few moments he would leave a gentle, loving kiss to your forehead. After a while of cuddling you, Dabi reluctantly slipped out of your hold, moving towards your computer.

Looking over what needed to be done, Dabi smirked. Nothing is going to stress his Babydoll out.

You woke up to your favorite breakfast in bed, a smiling Dabi, and a finished and turned in project. The rest of the day was filled with only one another.

Bakugou Katsuki:

"Oi. You need to get some sleep, idiot." Bakugo's loud voice rang from the kitchen, causing you to sigh.

"Baby, I need to get this project done, you know that!" You call, shutting your eyes for five seconds before trying to force yourself to read the words on the screen.

"No, sleep!"

"Sorry babe, I can't." You sigh, looking up at your fuming fiance.

"Yes, yes you can. You came over to have a sleep over, not to work." He grumbled, setting your plate of desert in front of you.

Smiling, you give him a kiss on his jaw as a thank you, eyeing your favorite home made treat appreciatively.

"Eat that, then get to sleep or I'm gonna take that laptop of yours away.

"Sweetie, you can't do that."

"Oh yes I can. I can do whatever I want, it's my place, and my girl's health!"

"Aww, are you saying you care about me~?"

"NO! I'm not. The- the light's annoying. That's all."

"Mhmm~"

Smirking at Bakugo, you move to sit down on the bed next to him, resting your head on his shoulder as you dig in.

"It's delicious, thank you baby." You whisper, pecking the pro hero's muscular shoulder.

"Yeah yeah, just finish eating."

Smiling fondly, you finish the dessert before wrapping your arms around Bakugo, pecking his lips. "Thank you, love."

"Yeah yeah." He murmured, wrapping his arms around you before bringing you to bed.

"Oh you little brat." You giggle, holding onto the man you loved with your entire being.

"Shhh sleep time. It's past our bedtime."

"Katsu-"

"Past. Bed. Time."

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[mtchacffinz]

what goes in Dragonspine, stays in Dragonspine

prompt!!! "Albedo" wanted to chat with you today. but he's looks a little.. unwell?

content!!! NSFW, genderneutral!reader, imposterBedo is called 'Dorian', dubious morality, breeding kink if you squint hard enough, dubious consent, humiliation, obsessive undertones, slight! degrading

note!!! hello!! kaf here ~ [reading crumpled note nervously, def not being held hostage] i think susbedo needs love too. And i think he wholeheartedly agrees he deserves it. sorry this is not about sandwiching you with two Albedos.. [looks at smudged handwriting on palm] no albedo allowed.

The fireplace was warm and pleasant. After exchanging words, you lay front. A routine you and Albedo both follow is spending time together wordlessly, inquiring about each other occasionally but not enough to distract each other from your current objectives.

Atleast.. that what was supposed to happen.

In hours where the whole world was engulfed in shadows— where the land was kissed in delicate rays of moon light, Albedo would be caved in his tent way over in Dragonspine. There was something about the solitude in these hours that bring the Alchemist clarity and fresh eyes. In your small quest to find him, you often wander about through the locations he often spends his leisurely time with.

Today might be your lucky day, after all.

Albedo stands across from you, seemingly busy with his manuscripts. From what you remember, he's been working on something that involves cultivation of soil through extreme weather conditions. Setting down your cloak, you greet him with a smile.

"Hello, Albedo." Upon hearing his name, he quickly turns towards you. His face showed parts of surprise before putting down his pent to shift his stolen attention.

As soon as you set yourself down in one corner parallel to his, Albedo makes his way towards you hurriedly. Surprised, you turn your attention towards him.

"What's the matter?" Taken aback by his own movements, Albedo immediately composes himself. Opening up a small distance between you. Albedo has this hesitant look on his face, making you equally nervous.

"Nothing," he starts. "I'm glad you came here today. I don't know how to act at the moment."

Oh? You start to feel a little flustered. Albedo has always been blunt. The flush on your face starts to seep in when he takes your arm, enveloping you in a side hug. It was an awkward position so you guide him towards your arms.

Albedo almost immediately melts into your arms, engulfing you in an embrace with a small sigh. Albedo never went for a hug before. Not before, not even at present. This is his first embrace that was given to you, and it looks like he isn't letting go of you any time soon.. You pat his back comfortingly, attempting to pry those cloudy eyes of his with answers.

"(Y/n), can we stay like this?"

You couldn't even manage to refuse. What's gotten into him? He's never been this bold before. Albedo gingerly plays with your fingertips kissed by Dragonspine's relentless frost. It was as if his hands served at a warm blanket, enveloping it with their warmth. Analyzing his features a little more closely, you can't help but appreciate how beautiful he really is.

Like a painted canvas with delicate strokes. The world really took their time constructing him. It's evident that he was made with something in mind, something much more greater beyond the world— an enigma, a question that leaves unanswered for centuries. The very same blond locks messily framing his face, the other-worldly glint of his birthmark on his neck. You often wonder how nice it would be to give love on a person that was as closed off and busy as he is..

With spying eyes, you could've sworn his lips tinged upwards just a little bit. Despite his flawless and innocent appearance..

Albedo rests your palm on his cheek, seemingly having a world on his own.

..That's not Albedo. That's not my Albedo.

The intuition of a lover can't be deceived nor cheated. It's something that's imbedded in your very heart like some sort of sweeping system that validates every hypothesis you come up with. You know how they feel, their energy or how they talk. A lover is familliar with every fragrant poison that drips out of their halves mouth. A lover simply knows.

Yet despite all that, this entity was extremely adept in enticing you. When your vision couldn't leave Albedo's lips, you knew you were in trouble. Every touch he gives you left you nervous. Even as Albedo put a stray hair behind your ear, you could do nothing but helplessly watch and debate with your inner conscience if this is right.

When he starts to go a little lower with you, it felt as if you were being dragged towards dirt. Like a barren land welcoming you as their new home. It's in his image, and you're engaging shameful acts with it, is that agreeable? As Albedo's lips nibble in your neck, you firmly push him away from you— staring right into his eyes. Your heart was beating fast in your chest as your painfully aware of where his hands currently rest: on every sense of your body.

"You're not Albedo. I know you're not Albedo.." you say almost sadly. Almost disappointed, almost a little softly. "For all I know, you're a hallucination."

"Does that matter?" The entity replies nonchalantly. He caresses your cheeks affectionately. "For all I know, I'm doing you a favor here. Don't you like him?"

"You're a charmer, just like him." You scoff.

"I am him, (Y/n). You should get used to it." he says, placing a chaste peck on your knuckles. The sight alone was enough to make your heart flutter, but the churn in your stomach distracts you from butterflies that will be soon eradicated by poisonous flowers. Just who is this guy? Who is he? What is he? If it could mimic individual behaviour, what else can it do?

Albedo was already decorating your collarbones with kisses, unbuttoning any top clothing that could hinder his lips. The chill of Dragonspine greets your skin earning a shiver from you.

"Are you cold? What do you think about sex by the fire?"

"You say.. things..! So casually! Don't do that!"

"I'm serious, though." He retorts. You face was flushed not only by the cold, but his sheer shamelessness as well. "Do you not like it?" You trying to respond as calmly as you could, but your voice shook to no avail.

"We're not going to have sex, Albedo."

"Oh, but we are. If you didn't want to, you would've pushed me away the moment i kissed you." Fuck. He's not wrong. You sneer at his subtle smirk. The imposter held your hand so gently, like he hasn't been doing any wrong at all. "Do it, (Y/n). Tell me to go away. Tell me you don't want to fuck me, (Y/n). Can you do that? I'll listen to you without hesitation, (Y/n)."

Oh heavens, he really likes saying your name that way.

"Your silence isn't an answer, sweetheart. I'll take it as a no and leave. Do you want that?" Something about engaging with him in his image is conflicting. It's wrong to you, wrong to him. Albedo, Chief Alchemist of Mondstat. Despite knowing this fact, why did you put your lips on him? His tongue is swirling incantations into your spine, you drink every last bit of attention "Albedo" gives you with no restraint whatsoever. The blonds hand trail over to your waistband, tugging onto them so feverishly. You know he wants you just as much as you want him, and that shows just by how the prince licks his lips.

"You're very obedient," you gasp when he slips his hand inside your pants without warning giving your sex a few lazy strokes. His hot breath touches your ears giving you faint surprise. "I was thinking of maybe we'd take our time bantering." He breathes, unlike your Albedo. That's fascinating. Just as the blond leans in for your lips, you pull away to inquire about certain matters.

"I'm not calling you Albedo." You start firmly, looking at him straight in the eyes. He's kinda adorable; looking surprised— impatient trying to curb his own desire. "Which is why I'm going to ask, who are you?" His ocean hued optics dull, a little dramatic. You quickly add once he frowns at you— "I know you're not Albedo, so I.. that's a little unfair."

"I'd prefer if you'd call me Albedo.." he plays with the hem of your shirt, subtly undressing any buttons or zippers. "But if you insist, I go by Dorian."

"Dorian.."

"Dorian." He repeats. "Considerate of you to ask who I am, sweetheart." Right at this moment, he's already taken off your top and bottom. Dorian's teeth sink into the waistband of your undergarments, looking up at you with such pretty eyes. Assisting him by shifting your weight, he was able to get it off just by his mouth alone. With a satisfied hum, Dorian teases your sex with a quick stroke.

Your eyes never leave his figure— specifically his hands. Those slender fingers brushing over your sensitive spots so delicately, that perverted smile in his lips that seems to induce more conflicting feels in your stomach. There was something lewd about how Dorian moves his hands.. especially when he contests your gaze as if his sole purpose was to give you a fine show.

Your heart was already racing, but it started skipping beats once he starts opening his mouth. Dorian's pretty little grunts to his quick breaths— you knew you were already in trouble.

"You're drooling.. you like me that much?" Refusing to look at Dorian in the eye, you quickly avert your gaze towards something else, but he disallows you to as he quickly takes your sensitive sex into his mouth.

"Nnh..! Hold on— Wait! F—uuck..!!" You whine helplessly, grabbing onto his blond locks. "S- Slow down.." The Alchemist swallow your fluids like a craved manwhore, looking so angelic you swore you just twitched a little. Just a little.

Oh, who are you kidding? You're down horrendous.

"Yes please— oh, fuck. You perverted fuck..." Dorian's nose kisses your sensitive areas, doing his best to take you as full as possible while you run your mouth with your hands tangled in his hair. "So eager, so hungry..♡ Look at you eating me up, you're enjoying this too much aren't you?" Dorian only managed to give you a strained hum, seemingly agreeing in delight.

"You already knew I'd come here, don't you Dorian? Because you're a pervert. Because you studied me, didn't you?" You tug on his disheveled locks when he groans to reply. "You're so cruel, Dorian— cornering me like this, you know? Now you're taking your time to let me cu—um...!!" your sentence died in your throat as he suddenly picked up his pace, determined to let you reach your climax. He sucks your sensitive nerves needly, kissing every tip of your sex attentively. Dorian pays very close attention to how you react to certain things, keeping a close eye on where you drag your words and breaths.

"Dorian.. Doriaaan..♡ Don't stop, please?" With the last flick of his tongue, you could feel that knot in your lower stomach collapse— your knees growing rigid and weak, locking Dorian's poor head in place. Your breath hitches, holding onto his hair for dear life eliciting a loud groan from the Alchemist.

The blond looked at you with such deprived eyes, that bulge in his pants becoming a lot more evident. His face scrunches up in discomfort when your knees deliberately brush over his erection.

While you're brain was trying to process your orgasm, Dorian managed to escape your grip, placing his hand on your lips. "Hey, (Y/n). Look at me please? I don't want you looking at anything else.." with a shaky sigh, you peck his lips. Ah, fuck. He's so cute. He's so clingy. Dorian's slowly growing on you, like a stubborn fungi taking over your feeble brain to come follow its own wishes.

He's absolutely enthralled by how you gaze at him with cloudy eyes. Those half lidded eyelids trying it's best to make sense if it's surroundings.. Dorian could guess how you haven't played with yourself for a while, considering how fast you came with just his mouth.

"I can't hold it in anymore. Can I put it in?"

"..Not yet." Dorian's hold on you came firm, further showcasing just how on edge he is. Part of you wants to keep edging him, but how could you do that when he did such a good job trying to make you feel good?

Then again, you feel like you're no saint.

Dorian thinks different. It's a little unfortunate. He thinks maybe if he gives you a little gift, you would have no choice but to stay..

kafka entering ~ this took me soo long! if this ends up being loved, maybe I'll do 2 albedo sandwich in bed 🤔 just maybe ~ do you think i could pull it off?

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[jigujellee]

EMERGENCY CONTACT -> you’re only supposed to call when you want each other, but what happens when she calls you because she needs you? (part 1: lead the way)

jennie x reader smut, fluff, angst - a triple threat >:) word count: 2.7k warnings: swearing, slight stalking moment

a/n: helloooo! happy new year again to everyone :D i know some of you have been waiting for this to drop, so i hope you enjoy it! as usual, it's not proofread so i'm sorry for any mistakes you may come across while reading. i'm also sorry if this is rusty, i've had writer's block for so long and it's only starting to get a little bit better,, but anw i love you all and remember to take care of yourselves!

the sound of wet kisses and quiet whimpers are the only things heard within the walls of jennie’s bedroom.

“fuck y/n, just like that” jennie moans as her hands get tangled in your hair, trying to push you even closer to her dripping wet core. you lap your tongue along the length of her slit causing the raven haired girl to arch her back.

“oh god! i’m so close baby, please don’t stop”

-

after reaching her orgasm and allowing her to return the favour, the two of you lay together in her bed trying to catch your breaths before jennie starts to giggle.

“what’s so funny miss kim?”

“nothing, it’s just that i’ll always be amazed by the way you fuck me y/n”

you turn over to face her and pull her closer to you, smiling as you two fall asleep together.

you don’t recall explicitly stating the terms and conditions of your “relationship”, for lack of a better word. after the first night you and jennie hooked up, she began calling you up in the late hours of the night saying she needed to “destress from work”, obviously meaning she needed the stress fucked out of her. you eventually started to do the same once midterm season was slowly approaching, and that’s how this whole thing started really. to an outsider, this was a simple friends with benefits situation but you didn’t really call like calling it that. to be quite honest, you didn’t know what to call this; you’re just satisfied with it.

but you felt a change and you didn’t like where it was going.

the last few times you’ve slept with jennie went as they usually do - you two meet up, have dinner, take a stroll somewhere and then eagerly rush to one of your places to have sex. then in the morning, whoever wakes up first makes breakfast (you’ve been to each other’s places enough times to know where everything is) and then one of you leaves until the cycle continues again. it was almost a routine at this point, so you start to question when you notice jennie trying to break it.

your suspicions started when you woke up to her staring at you. not so much in a creepy manner, but more so like she was adoring you as you slept. when your eyes open and they meet hers, a smile slowly grows as her somewhat hoarse voice (from all the screaming yk) manages to let out a soft “good morning.” you look into her eyes momentarily, noticing a glint of something that wasn’t there before but you ignore it. “morning,” you say as you get up and make way for the bathroom, not looking back to notice a sulking jennie.

then you noticed how she snuggles into your neck and places a soft kiss just below your jawline, whispering a “thank you” before drifting off to sleep. jennie has only recently been thanking you for having sex with her, and with you being the slight overthinker that you are, you believe that her “thank you” may have a slightly different meaning; something that she knows she doesn't want to admit yet.

today, you noticed how she begged to stay even after breakfast.

“what’s the rush? i don’t have work today and you don’t have classes”

“come on, we always do this jen, you know time’s up after breakfast”

“well, i wanna change it up today. why don’t we go do something fun?”

“like?”

“take me on a date,” she casually says, causing you to nearly choke on your almost finished coffee.

“a date? why?”

“it’s just a way for us to bond”

“is bonding in bed not enough?”

“oh come on y/n, it’s just a fun little date”

you sigh in defeat, watching as your opponent hops off the couch in glee to get dressed, but not before planting a kiss on your cheek.

“thank you,” she says, almost lovingly. you say nothing in return and just proceed to your room to get ready for this “date.”

-

“how much longer?” you yell from outside the dressing room. unfortunately for you, the term “date” to jennie just meant going shopping with her.

“someone’s eager to see me,” the girl smirks as she pulls the curtain back to reveal her in a simple yet elegant black dress.

“help me zip up please?” jennie’s back is towards you and you can’t help but stare hungrily at the bare skin. as you grab the zipper, you slowly pull it up to close the dress but your intrusive thoughts came over you and you begin leaving soft kisses on her back before you could zip it up completely. jennie sighs at the feeling of your lips on her skin. as you move up closer to her neck, you feel her arm wrap around the back of your neck. nibbling softly on the lobe of her ear, you whisper, “why don’t i just unzip this dress and take you right here, right now?” but as much as she wanted it, jennie stops your movements and turns to face you.

“i want a day without sex, y/n”

“huh? why, did you get your period or something?”

“no, i just want to enjoy this day without having to end it with sex like we always do”

your suspicions began to rise again. though you meet up with her every so often for your little fuck buddy system, you two rarely saw each other outside of that simply because of school and work. so for her to be asking for a day to just be with you without the sex makes you wonder why? and for what reason?

still, you decide to go along with it and see where it takes you. you leave the store without the black dress and start walking around the mall by jennie’s side. your left hand was in your pant pocket while you let your right hand swing in the air. when you feel jennie brush her hand against yours, you don’t move your hand for a moment to see if she tries to hold it. and you were right; she slowly tries to interlock your hands together, but you move your hand away and offer to carry her bags instead. this continued for the rest of your time at the mall together, her movements varying from trying to hold your hand or link arms with you, or even trying to snuggle up against you when you bumped into a classmate of yours. anything she tried to initiate, you would shut it down immediately.

on the way to your car, it was silent. you felt something brewing in the air and it didn’t feel good. so as you drive her home, you attempt to lighten the mood.

“damn miss kim, you have so many bags in the back, i can barely see in my rear view mirror”

dead silence.

“i honestly thought you were gonna buy the whole mall back there,” you quickly glance at her to find her staring out the window.

“alright, what’s wrong jennie? why the silent treatment?”

“is sex the only thing you want from me?” she asked, annoyed but her gaze never leaves the window.

“what are you talking about?”

“i know you know. i’m not stupid and neither are you. but is this really all you want out of this? out of us?”

“what ‘us’ are you talking about jen? this is just those things where we casually fuck”

“oh, so it really is just that. i’m just someone you call when you’re horny, that’s it”

“don’t act like you didn't start it!” you raise your voice slightly.

“that’s what it was before i fell in love with you! did you really think that we could pull this off without one of us catching feelings?”

“you seemed like the type, so yes i did”

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

you pull into the driveway of jennie’s house and shut the engine off. you unbuckle your seatbelt and try to leave the car to go help with her bags, but jennie grabs you by the arm to keep you in your seat.

“i’m gonna ask you again y/n, is sex the only thing you want from me?”

you look at her in the eyes and you watch the tears form in them. this setup was dangerous from the start, but you really tried to keep things casual with her.

“yes. this was supposed to be just sex, and you fucked it up for us”

before you could even say anything else, she unbuckles her own seatbelt and gets out of your car without forgetting to slam the door. she grabs her bags from the trunk and also closes it with a slam. you didn’t even bother to help because you knew she’d reject it, and there was nothing you could do but watch as she angrily marches toward the entrance of her house that you used to be welcome in, until now.

-

the internet says it takes roughly 21 days to break a habit. for some people, it could be more and for some, it could be less. but for you and jennie, the routine you two shared managed to be broken in just one second with one sentence.

it’s 3:14am, you can’t sleep and you know you’ll wake up with dark circles under your eyes. still, you lay in bed and stare blankly at the ceiling as you wonder what the fuck was wrong with you.

thinking back to when you two first hooked up, there were no rules or terms and conditions to your situation with jennie. nothing was put in place, no one said that you couldn’t fall in love with each other, so why did you penalize her for it? you had no clue. maybe you were just a natural asshole. or were you just scared?

you can’t deny the fact that there were times you entertained the idea of being in a relationship with jennie. but yes, it did scare you - jennie is a well-known model and has an image to uphold, so what would the public think if they found out you, a broke college student, would be dating her? you’ve imagined the kind of comments you’d get from netizens and you wondered what kind of questions paparazzi would throw towards jennie: “jennie! is it true? are you dating an average college student?” “is it because you feel bad?” “do you pity the girl?” “does she want you for the money?”

it haunts you. you couldn’t bear the thought of being the reason jennie’s image gets ruined.

to try and soothe your brain, you pick up your phone to play some lofi music in hopes to fall asleep. your thumb hovers over a song before seeing a name flash on the top of the screen.

miss kim &lt;3 is calling

you let it ring a couple of times before answering,

“jennie?”

“y/n, hi i’m so sorry but um,” her voice is shaky, as if she was about to cry or if she was scared. you didn’t like either of those options.

“y/n i think i’m being followed. can you please come get me?”

“send your location, i’ll be there as soon as i can”

seeing that she was only a 10 minute walk away, you sprint to where she is and you find her standing in front of a light post in the park. as you approach her, you notice a figure standing near a bench, and a light suddenly illuminates from what looks like his phone; it seems as if he was checking it as if he wasn’t following jennie just now. he definitely noticed your presence but he waits to see if you’d leave her alone.

you whisper to jennie, “are you alright? did he hurt you?”

“i’m okay, he didn’t touch me. but if you didn’t come, i don’t know what he could’ve done. is he still there?”

your eyes glance up and you see the man still standing in the same spot, still looking at his phone.

“yeah, but i have an idea. i just hope it’ll work”

you wait for a moment and you watch his eyes come up from his phone, glances at you and jennie, and then turns to look in the opposite direction. you take this chance to quickly hide into a bush behind you, and you slowly crawl towards the man near the bench. when you’re close enough, you rustle the bushes to get his attention and you watch him get startled by the sudden movement. to add on, you start barking and growling like a dog which made you feel stupid, but it was convincing enough to make him run the opposite way from jennie.

she walks towards you, or the bush rather, and calls for you - “he’s gone now, you can come out now little guy”

“little guy my ass," you say as you dust yourself off of any dirt. "but i honestly didn’t think that would work. do you really think it was convincing?”

“yup, you were a real bitch back there y/n”

“touché”

jennie giggles, “but really, thank you. i’m sorry you were the one i called, i just didn’t know who else would come at this time and you’re the first person in my emergency contacts.”

you say nothing. you simply stare at her, admiring her features that make her who she is. you’re glad you’re her emergency contact. not her manager, not her friends, not even her family; it’s you.

you reach out your hand, "why don't you stay the night? and you can stay as long as you need to”

-

jennie sits at the dinner table, watching as you prepare breakfast for the two of you. you insisted she just sit back and relax after what happened last night.

“i’m fine y/n, i could’ve helped you cook”

“it’s alright, you must be tired and hungry”

you place down her plate that was filled with two pancakes, two sunny side up eggs, bacon, and fresh fruit on the side. you set yours down and take a seat, excited to dig in after hearing your stomach growl.

it’s silent for the most part. you don’t want to bring up last night’s events, and you figured jennie must’ve wanted some peace and quiet.

“so y/n..”

well, so much for peace and quiet. you looked up at her in response.

“can we talk? about us?”

“actually yes, we should”

jennie clenches her knife and fork, bracing herself for the worst that could happen.

“jen, i gotta be honest with you. i was just scared of falling in love with you. you know, you have this image you need to maintain and i just didn’t want to be the reason it gets tarnished. i refused to fall in love because i didn’t want any of us to get hurt in the long run”

she says nothing and just pokes at a blueberry, rolling it around the plate.

“however,” you pause slightly for dramatic effect.

“i realized that it was stupid of me to stop myself from falling. and it was also stupid of me to pretend that you weren’t falling. and i realized that i really love the idea of being your emergency contact”

jennie still says quiet, but now she manages to look at you with hope in her eyes.

“basically what i’m saying is that i want to give us a try. not just for the sex, not just this whole thing we got going on, i want the real deal with you. i know for a fact i won’t be perfect, we definitely won't be perfect. but for you i’m willing to try. because it’s you jen; i choose you.”

a gummy smile makes its way on jennie’s face, the events of the night long forgotten. at last, she feels seen and loved by you, the only person she’s ever wanted to feel loved by and the only person she’s willing to risk her image for.

“alright ash ketchum, let me help you with the dishes”

“damn, way to ruin a moment miss kim” you joke, as you follow your soon-to-be girlfriend to the sink.

#girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #blackpink #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #blackpink smut #blackpink angst #blackpink fluff #jennie kim #jennie x reader #jennie fluff #jennie smut #jennie angst #fem reader

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Baby talk

Request: please could you write one where reader is pregnant and Harry and reader cuddle together and he talks to her belly and is all cute. Thank you!

Tw: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF!!!! Baby fever!!!!

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

Harry’s large hand smoothed against your sensitive belly gently, his eyes peering down at your stomach as he smiled trailing his fingertips against your skin “little man kicking you hm?” He questioned keeping a hand on your belly feeling all the little kicks as you smiled in slight discomfort. It wasn’t painful, more so a bit uncomfortable “yeah… he’s a busy boy today.” You mumbled wincing slightly Harry’s eyes locking with yours before he leaned down pressing soft kisses to your belly, trailing the kissed all over your soft skin his hand massaging against your hip ever so slightly as he felt little man kick against your belly some more a low chuckle leaving his lips “he is doing somersaults…” he smirked slightly his eyes meeting yours as you looked at him lovingly watching his hand caress against your belly some more before both his hands grasped onto your pregnant belly lightly….

“Baby boy I know you love showing you’re here with us but don’t hurt mummy too much.” He spoke in a playful tone, a little giggle leaving your lips as you rolled your eyes playfully “you aren’t helping H. He loves your voice… it’s clear… I play your music when you’re away on tour and little man goes crazy.” Harry chuckled lightly “he’s really having discos in there hm” he murmured making you laugh softly but you nodded nonetheless, your hand coming to caress against Harry’s hair pulling lightly at his curls as you hummed contently watching as he pressed some more kisses against your belly before he looked at you “can I try something?” He questioned earning a little nod from you and he smiled before he rested the side of his head against your belly oh so gently

Same lips red, same eyes blue

Same white shirt, couple more tattoos

But it's not you and it's not me

Tastes so sweet, looks so real

Sounds like something that I used to feel

But I can't touch what I see

We're not who we used to be

We're not who we used to be

You watched him with loving eyes watching as he sang oh so softly to your belly, your eyes filled with nothing but love… thinking about it now you only played Harry’s house album. The more upbeat songs… maybe that’s why he continuously had discos in your belly. Much to your surprise as he continued to sing, Harry’s hands remaining on your belly feeling the second you felt little man stop kicking… seeming to relax… a little smile tugged at your lips watching him lay continuous kisses against your belly, before he continued singing, voice deep and raspy as he gazed down at your belly which had stilled… no longer being kicked.

We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

The fridge light washes this room white

Moon dances over your good side

And this was all we used to need

Tongue-tied like we've never known

Telling those stories we already told

'Cause we don't say what we really mean

We're not who we used to be

We're not who we used to be

We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

We're not who we used to be

We're not who we used to be

We're just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty

His hand stroked lightly against your belly as he hummed ever so slightly his hair falling in front of his eyes ever so slightly as his fingertips trailed loving shapes into your skin, beginning to sing again voice remaining raspy and soft

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

We're not who we used to be

We're not who we used to be

We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

We're not who we used to be

We don't see what we used to see

We're just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

I'm just trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.

You smiled with a loving look in your eyes before you giggled “show off.” You scoffed playfully his hand continuing to caress against your belly before he hummed quietly “told you I’d be able to calm him down.” He smirked slightly and you laughed leaning forwards capturing his lips with yours as you kissed him deeply “I love you so much.” You murmured against his lips and he smiled “I love you too sweetheart..” he kissed your lips again before pulling away and kissing your belly “and I love you too.” He spoke to your belly making your eyes shine with happiness knowing you were going to bring your child into the world of happiness and love from both parents.

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[kissagii]

A sunny day in the rainy season sums up what it’s like to love Yoichi.

cw: gender neutral reader, 1.2k words, food/eating mentions, mild cursing like once, yoichi is a dense idiot, it’s pure sappy fluff <33

Loving Isagi is soft and warm, like the first day of sun after a week of nothing but rain – a day so long awaited that the only thing he can think to do is spend the entire day at your side, celebrating the good weather that he just knows means spring is on the way. When it’s the golden rays of sun that wake Isagi up, he’s sure it’s you that’s shining: your glowing face and smile that’s brighter than a thousand suns. At long last the tiredness is gone from his aching muscles, and he’s sure that’s your work too. He should get up, he thinks, he should cook you something to celebrate the return of the sun, but you cling onto him so tightly… there’s no harm in staying, is there?

“Hm… I’m so glad I don’t have practice today” he mumbles, half to himself, basking in your warmth and the gentle rays of morning that peek through the curtains.

“Why?” you ask, roused by his gentle mumbles.

He freezes and blushes like a schoolboy with his first love, not having intended to wake you up. “It means we can spend the day together. The rain finally stopped and it’s already sunny, we should celebrate.”  

“Celebrate what, Yoichi?” You ask. It’s another one of Isagi’s silly ideas, and you can’t be bothered to understand it, not when his touch is so warm and gentle and laying there together in his bed that’s not big enough for two you think you’ve finally understood what people mean when they say someone can feel like home. Isagi feels like home.

Isagi’s not sure exactly what he wants to celebrate beyond the fact that today just has to be celebrated. He nuzzles close into you and says, “Well… that we survived the rain. That the sun’s back and spring’s on the way. That we’ve been together for a year.”  

“A… year?” Has it been that long already?

“Yeah… crazy, right? It’s still a while until the day we made things official- official… but we were basically dating before then, right?” 

So it has been… One almost-spring to another. You both remember the time with fondness, though in the moment the stormy weather had been a perfect representation of how you felt. The maybe-relationship stage had been confusing and scary and frustrating, but everything turned out alright, so really, how bad could it have been? It brought Isagi closer to you, after all, so for all he knew it was the best blessing he had ever received.

“I guess we should celebrate then,” You say with a laugh, “A sunny day after the rainstorms to celebrate making it for a year after whatever that was. Fitting, isn’t it?”

He pulls you close by the waist, placing a loving kiss on your forehead. “Mhm. We should go have breakfast at that one cafe where you got upset ‘cause the barista gave me her number.”

“Oh god, the one where I called you a dense idiot?” You remember the café clearly, a quaint little place where you almost rethought your entire relationship with Isagi. You’d gone back once or twice since that day, but never with him.

“Yeah, that one. You were right though, I was being a dense idiot,” He laughs, untangling himself from your arms to get out of bed, though he’d really rather stay there with you all day, wrapped in the blankets without a care in the world. 

“But now you’re my dense idiot, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Just as he promised, Isagi takes you to breakfast, though he insists you walk together to properly enjoy the weather. He holds your hand the whole way. Every flower you pass he points out, saying it reminds him of you in some way. One was the color of a shirt you wore on a particularly memorable date, another he swears was in a bouquet you gave him once, a third he remembers seeing outside your apartment, and most of them he just thinks are pretty like you. 

Like a gentleman he pays for the both of you, and he has your coffee order memorized. It’s the same coffee you got that day last year, when he ordered your favorite from memory for the first time. 

“When did you first memorize my coffee order?” You ask as you sit down at a little table on the patio, the cafe owner’s cat sitting on the railing and watching the two of you with wide eyes. The sunlight makes Yoichi’s equally wide, lovestruck eyes sparkle sapphire blue.

“I don’t know… early on, I guess. I think it made me finally realize that I thought of you as more than a friend. I can hardly remember Bachira’s order after all this time, so why did I get yours so easily?”

For a moment you sit in silence – it was true, you realized. Who else could he order coffee for without messing up their order once? Even before you were together he would surprise you with something after a rough day, always timed perfectly though you never really told him how you were feeling.

“I think I realized I had feelings for you when you took me to the park after a particularly rough day… Do you remember that? When you grabbed my hand and we ran around under the stars it was like everything made sense.”

“But that was so early…  damn, I really am dense, aren’t I?” Isagi laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. His smile is shy and lopsided, it’s the smile you fell in love with so quickly.

You think back to what you said a year ago, the memory vivid in your mind. “Isagi Yoichi, you are a dense idiot! I think you’re the stupidest man I’ve ever met, and I’ve known a lot of stupid men in my lifetime. I swear, I can’t stand you sometimes!”

At first, he seems taken aback, but immediately he bursts into laughter. “I love you too, sweetheart. You’re right though, I am pretty dense, aren’t I?”

The day is yours, yours and his, but mostly yours because to Isagi you are the sun, and the sun is here to illuminate you at long last. Everything he says and does, every word and every action, no matter how small, is a new way to say “I love you.” You visit every place that was important to you back then, in an almost-spring a year past, the parks and restaurants and streetcorners that defined a whole rainy season. And when the day grows late and you return to Isagi’s home, a home that may as well be yours, the sun is gone until another dawn but Isagi doesn’t mind. It never was a day to celebrate the sun, it was a day to celebrate his love for you, which feels just the same as a long-awaited sunny day.

“I love you, Yoichi,” You murmur, running your fingers gently through his soft inky hair, watching as his chest rises and falls peacefully. 

“I love you too…” He murmurs, half asleep, “In the sun and in the rain… last year and this year and next year and every year after… I love you.”

Spring may be far – weeks away, perhaps months – but all of its beauty is not something Isagi longs for anymore. No, the wintertime may be rainy and cold, but with you in it, he feels as though every day is graced by the gentle sun that is love. Your love, his love, and the steady, sunny glow where they meet.

i love him a normal amount

#imagine ⋆｡°✩ #isagi x reader #isagi x you #isagi x y/n #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi yoichi x you #isagi yoichi x y/n #isagi x gn reader #isagi x gender neutral reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x gender neutral reader #bllk x reader

[liliths-writings]

Jealous, Jealous, Jealous Boy

You and Task Force 141 are at a bar, and a guy you’re not particularly interested in is flirting with you hardcore and not taking the hint. Ghost will not take his eyes off of you. God forbid, he looks away for one second and something bad happens to you. The douchebag starts to get a little (a lot) touchy and he’s had enough. He storms up to you and the guy and says “She said no.” in the scariest voice you’ve ever heard come from him. The guy backed off, obviously scared.

“Thanks, I really appreciate you doing that.” you sigh a breath of relief. “No problem, I just hate assholes like that.” you smile and nod. In reality, he just couldn’t stand you being picked on by someone half your size. He is much bigger than that dick, so he could easily take him out. Although, you could absolutely beat his ass if need be. You take a sip of your drink and realize it’s gone. “May I buy you another?” you smile. “Yeah, that’d be great, thank you.” You feel your cheeks flush at his kindness. No, you can’t be feeling like this with him. He’s your Lieutenant! Who knows what trouble you’d get into. Price would definitely fire you both. Or worse. You’re not sure what the ‘Or worse’ part is, but you sure don’t wanna find out. The bartender hands you your drink, you softly utter a thank you.

Everything about her is so innocent, he thought. But I’ve seen her on the battlefield, she’s a fucking beast. Do not want to get on her bad side. She takes a sip of her drink, and he can’t take his eyes off of your lips pursing to take a drink. Stop! You can’t do this! But if nobody finds out….No, no, no. You’ll both get in soooo much trouble with Price. “So, any good shows on lately?” She perks up. “Yeah, actually! I’ve been watching this show on Netflix called You. It’s really twisted but it’s really good. Oh, if you don’t like gore then you definitely won’t like this show.”

He chuckles, “Our whole job is gore. I think I’ll be okay, love.” She smiles, “Oh, right. Sometimes I forget we work together.” You two talk for a bit then he goes to the bathroom. When he comes back, he can sense something’s wrong. He practically ran to his coworker’s side, who is once again being harassed by this asshole. He silently walks up behind him, and says “What. The Fuck. Did I. Tell you. Get out of here before I fuck you up so bad, your own mother won’t even recognize you.” even he was surprised at his words. The asshole ran away again.

He sits down beside you. “You okay, love?”  you nod. “I’m pretty used to it by now.” he shakes his head, “You shouldn’t be.” The team announces they’re going back to base, you and Ghost agree to head back too. He notices you’ve had a bit too much to drink, so he takes you back to base in his blacked out Camero with bright green accents. You ask if you could turn the radio on, he doesn’t mind. You turn it on to a rock station he has saved . It starts playing N.I.B, your favorite black sabbath song. Your mood instantly changes. He smiles, happy that you’re happy again. After a while of listening to music and talking, he pulls into the base parking lot and parks. You curse at yourself silently, Price will definitely smell the alcohol on you and yell at the lot of you and you’ve had enough problems today. He leads you to his room and once you get there, you don’t even notice it’s not yours. He helps you lay on the bed and covers you up. “Thank you, Simon.” you slurred. In your druunken state you begin to realize how much he cares for you. He leans close to your face to grab something off the nightstand, you take the chance to kiss him. He gives in, but soon breaks away from the kiss, “I want you to actually remember our first kiss.” you blush at he idea there will be a next time. You hope it will be more successful than this time.  “Now, get some sleep.”

You nod your head and slowly drift off to sleep. In the morning, you look around for any clue as to who’s room this is. You spot one of Ghost’s old masks. Oh. You look down and sigh when you see that you’re fully clothed. Okay, nothing happened. Good. You hear heavy footsteps coming to his room and you hide under the blanket, anticipating Price’s arrival. You peek out and see that it’s just Ghost. You come out from hiding and smile. “Hi” he brought you a cup of coffee, just how you like it. One thing you’ve learned from working with Ghost, is that he makes damn good coffee. “how ya’ feelin’?” he asks, his eyes filled with concern. You smile “I’m alright, just a nasty headache.” you take a sip of your coffee, “Here, this will help.” he hands you some motrin. “Thanks, Si.” he sits next to you.

 “Anytime. Price said today we need to train. You up for it?” you sigh, “Do I have a choice?” he laughs. It’s deep, and hearty. “I’m afraid not.” you smile wider. “I could train with you, if that makes it more bearable.” you shift in the bed. “Yeah, I bet it would be much better with you there.” he pats your shoulder, “See you then, Bee” you smile and wave.

You can’t wait for training.

#ghost x reader #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty x reader #simon ghost x reader

[abigails-gf]

abby anderson x fem reader.

reader and abby spend the day together, celebrating abby's birthday. this takes place a few months before the events of pt ii, near jackson.

a/n: this is the first time i'm posting my work on tumblr. thanks to @hearts4blyg who gave me the idea for this fic.

“abby..” you whispered while caressing her cheek.

abby was still sleeping. it was early the morning – you could hear the rain tapping on the windows. it was quiet.

that was until your girlfriend groaned which made you smile. “wake up, sleepyhead. today’s a special day.”

she opened her eyes and blinked a few times before smiling. “oh, is it?” abby answered. her braid was messy, her eyes weren’t fully opened yet, and she was speaking in a husky voice. how you loved waking up to her...

maybe in another life you’d wake up to her in your shared apartment, make her breakfast and pack her lunch before she was off to work. maybe you’d get married. but nonetheless, being with her – even in the circumstances you were in right now – was enough for you.

you brushed a string of hair from her face as she sat down on the old mattress she was laying on. “you’re on patrol today? weren’t you out last night?”

“i was on patrol last night. manny’s taking your shift for today.” she was about to cut you of but you shushed her. “before you say anything — happy birthday, my love.” you said before kissing her.

you could feel her smile against your lips. “thank you, love.” she said before kissing you back. you stood up and gave her your hand. “c’mon, get up! we’ve got places to be.”

abby got up, looking at you with a bright smile. she usually didn’t celebrate her birthday, but the fact that you remembered made her feel warm inside.

abby put on her coat and beanie as you were putting your boots on. once you both had your backpacks on, you left the lodge. it was near the end of october, and the air had gotten cold. it had been raining for a few days now.

you walked, abby following you, not asking where you two were going or what you had planned for today.

the silence was comfortable. the area was free from infected, so you weren’t worried. abby took your hand as you continued to walk. it was peaceful. just the two of you, walking in the woods.

thirty minutes later, or so, you reached the nearest river. you stopped and looked at abby, smiling at her. “we’ll sit here for some time, if you’re okay with that?” you asked her. she nodded and sat on a rock, putting her backpack in the grass.

“come, sit on my lap.” and so you did, putting your backpack next to hers.

she held your hands, intertwining your fingers against your stomach. you both sat there for a while until the rain left, leaving space for the sun. you could feel abby looking at you. “can i kiss you?” she asked before you turned your head.

and so she kissed you, biting your lip, making you giggle against her mouth. “i love you s’much” she muffled against your lips. “i love you too, abs.”

after that, you both got up and took your bags before walking to the next location.

it was a bit warmer than a few hours prior, so abby had taken her beanie off. her braid was almost undone and you realized it has been a while since you’ve seen her with her hair down. “y’know, i can feel your eyes on me.” she smirked.

“i’m just admiring my beautiful girlfriend. is that so wrong?” you answered. you could see a tint of pink appearing on her cheeks. “stop it.”

abby wasn’t used to compliments, but you promised her that you’d find a way for her to be used to it. “just tellin’ you the truth.” abby looked at you and chuckled. “oh my, can’t believe i’m stuck with you for the entire day!” she joked.

as you arrived to the aquarium, abby looked at you. “what are we doing here?”

instead of answering her, you pulled her inside the building and smiled. “i talked with owen, and he told me that you liked aquariums, so i asked him if we could come here for the day. i hope that’s okay? there’s probably not a lot of fishes left, but i know they have seals! and the boutique is still filled with toys!”

abby came closer to you, noses touching. “it’s perfect. thank you, sweetheart.” she gave you a peck on the lips before kissing your nose, making you giggle.

you walked around the aquarium, holding hands and stopping at each tank – even if there was no fish, it was interesting to see what mother nature did with the tanks.

when you arrived near the seals, you hurried to the tank to see them. they were swimming and doing backflips. there were two seals, and they were the firsts ones you ever saw.

you heard a camera sound, which made you turn to abby.

“hey! that’s my camera, you thief!” abby had your camera in hand, taking the polaroid in her hand. “calling me a thief while you’re the one who stole my heart.” you smiled and hugged her. “dork.”

she kissed your forehead before placing the camera in front of you two, the lens facing you. you both smiled while abby took the picture.

when the polaroid came out you looked at it. you and abby looked peaceful, relaxed and happy. “pretty girl”, she whispered while kissing your cheek.

you turned your head to kiss her cheek in return. “c’mon, let’s go to the boutique!” abby put the camera and the polaroids in her backpack before you took her hand.

a few hours passed and you were still in the aquarium, sitting in front of the seals.

you had lunch – manny helped you prepare some homemade burritos and strawberries for dessert.

“ready? one, two...” you counted before throwing a strawberry in abby’s mouth. she caught it. “wonder what else you can do with that mouth...” you said, jokingly. abby waggled her eyebrows at your remark.

“oh!” you exclaimed, abby still looking at you. “i’ve got something for you! let me find it.” you searched in your backpack before pulling out a navy blue fabric. abby couldn’t figure out what it was until you unfolded it.

“you made me a stocking?!” she said, excited.

you nodded and handed it to her. “sweetheart... you shouldn’t have.” you smiled at her reaction. the stocking was navy blue with her name embroidered in white. she opened the stocking to find a card inside of it.

the card read “someone loves you enough to make you a stocking. i love you.”

“happy birthday. i hope you like it.” you said, shyly.

“baby love, of course i do. and i love you even more.”

she kissed you gently, at first, but then she seemed more eager. she bit your lip a few times, her hand reaching under your t-shirt, finding its place on your waist. “is this okay?” she asked.

“mhm”, you muffled against her mouth.

and so you made love, in front of the two seals, in this empty aquarium. the outside world seemed inexistant to you both – only you and abby, (and the two seals). it was gentle, whispering sweet words to one another and saying “i love you” as you both came undone.

it was late in the afternoon, already dark outside. you were laying against abby’s naked chest, her dirty blond hair spread on the blanket, tracing her freckles as her hand rested on your back. “i love you, y/n. so much. thank you for today. and for every other day, really.” you looked up at her and kissed her lips, “i love you too, abby. i’m so lucky to call you mine and to have you in my life.”

“such a sweetheart, you are, m’love.” you smiled at her compliment before kissing her cheeks and leaving kisses along her scar on her left cheek. “you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen, abby.” you kissed the freckles on her cheek. “you’re like a set of stars – that’s what constellations are. and your freckles remind me of them.” she smiled and hugged you tight.

abby kissed your forehead before you fell asleep on her. feeling safe, loved, and content. almost forgetting the outside world.

abby felt real peace for the first time in a while, and she was grateful to have you in her life. she once said you were a blessing. perhaps an angel. who knows?

all she really knew was how much she loved you.

“i love you, y/n.” she said before closing her eyes, falling asleep to the sound of your breathing.

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[heongiu]

Hiiii, saw your simp headcanons and I loveee it. May I request smth similar to that but reader who doesn't look like a simp because she only shows this privately with Gojo , Nanami, and Geto? You're quite good at hiding it still it's fun for the boys to watch your reactions especially how extremely easy for them to get a reaction from you, ranging from making you fluster to even making you forget your act and simp to them

Thankyou for the request Anon! First of all gotta say I love writing for JJK it's just so fun! They're not gonna be hcs because j can better imagine them as in a scenario! (Sorry for that if you wished for hcs!)

Gojo, Geto and Nanami with a simp reader

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Gojo Satoru

Gojo was, quite the ethereal person, Well No wonder he had so many girls dying to be his one and only.

You were too deep down, you wanted to be his one and only too. But that could only be a dream for you.

Though you were quite close to the snowy-haired man, since you worked besides him as a teacher at the Tokyo metropolitan curse technical College. (Fuck that name was so hard to remember?!)

He was tall, quite literally very pale, and he had soft, pink lips, sometimes deep down you wish you could lay your lips on his, very gently kissing him.

But then you would snap out of it.

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"Y/n-chhi~ you wanna take a walk together? It's quite literally a beautiful weather outside!" And there he was, acting childish as usual. That was a habit of his, a very peculiar behaviour which many would find annoying. But to you it was honestly, quite cute.

"I guess we can" you replied to the man.

You were outside the dorms, when everyone else was sleeping peacefully, walking together in the ground. The grass was cut finely.

It was a nice walk, he just blabbered some random shit, and all you could do was listen. Until...

He took off his blindfold, his bright sky-ish irises shining so bright, even in the dark, his frost dusted eyelashes. And you never thought he could look any more beautiful until today.

You gazed at him, caught in his beauty, or more like lost in it.

Until you realised he was looking at you.

"Y/n, do you have a thing for me?~" he cooed, his light laugh was quite attractive.

Fuck, maybe you should've been more careful with the way you were expressing your emotions on your face. Instead of being caught like this.

"Wh-what do you mean?" You replied, your voice all high pitched. He inched his face closer to yours, your cheeks turned red.

"I said what I said~"

Fuck, you legit screamed inside.

Kento Nanami

Well, it's quite important to say, you and Nanami worked together at the same place, even at the Jujutsu Academy.

You had known him since you guys were 2nd years, and thats when you joined the Academy too.

He was, well quite the rebellious at that young age, but you'd admit, he had grown into a fine gentleman.

Fuck, maybe you had fallen too hard for him. Who knows, well it was just something about the way he talked to you, it wasn't like how he talked to Gojo Or anybody else. He actually was nicer to you.

Today it was quite strange that you guys had to work together to take down few curses in a building and to save some children. Otherwise you'd be doing the usual missions on your own without any partner. But he was there today

"Y/n, you've gotta focus, there's plenty of curses in this building" He warned you, before you both stepped in, he told you to stay behind him.

He took out his weapon, quite a strange one you'd say, but even so, it was quite the powerful.

Everything was nice until he started folding the sleeves of his shirt, his muscular and veiny arms were now pretty much visible to you.

The way he did that gesture made you feel butterflies in your stomach. Your ears and your nose had turned deep shades of red. You were so lost in his gesture, that you forgot he was speaking to you.

"Y/n" he called out to you, you looked at his face, it was normal, maybe he was just making sure you're still there, since you got zoned out.

"Let's go" he spoke to you, you were sure you couldn't properly see his face, but you did see him smile lightly. Perhaps, he found out how much of a simp you were for him.

Geto Suguru

Of all this time that you had known Geto for, you could say he was quite the flirt, yet indirectly. He wasn't necessarily very flirtatious, yet he was a smug.

It was quite the self explanatory.

Geto was not a very open person, he was quite careful when it came to who he chose to converse with, or who he chose as a friend. He was quite the cautious guy, even though he never seemed like one.

He was also very calculative, he knew exactly how a person was, before he could even talk to them. And the same happened with you.

When you met him, it was abnormal for him to approach such an ordinary looking fellow like you.

Well he was quite right, though you looked ordinary, you weren't really ordinary at all. You were the absolute and complete opposite of the word.

And he could sense it. He could sense your aura from the beginning, though that was the first time he had doubted his calculations. But in the end, he wasn't disappointed in finding an apprentice like you, or you could call yourself his friend.

Though you wanted to be more than friends with such a man. You desired him, quite desperately, and well let's just say you were quite the genius in hiding those feelings, just like him.

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You two were sitting together, outside. It was evening, around 6 or 7. The bright white coloured clouds hovered over your heads.

You sat there, talking to him about the old days, how you missed everyone, how much it saddens you that you cannot see them again. And he too expressed his feelings, not his usual thing to do.

It all was all quite gloomy. Perhaps you wanted to talk about something better. And before you could change the topic, Geto ran his hand through his hair, positioning his arms behind him, throwing his head back lightly.

"Fuck" you cursed inside your head. You didn't realise, you were lightly biting at your lips. Your hands ran up and down your thighs. Desperation took over you.

He turned to glance at you, your flustered expression. Somehow he could tell you were simping for him inside your head.

He grabbed your arms to shift you towards himself. You gasped at the sudden motion.

His face was mere inches away from yours, he wasted no time to plant a kiss on your lips.

"You seem to be quite attracted to me, that's adorable" he teased you, his hands running through your hair.

"S-shit you found out" he laughed at your innocent expression.

"It was quite easy to figure out"

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(GOT SO FLUSTERED WRITING THIS SJDJAJJD AAAA)

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[canirove]

In The Name of Love | Chapter 34

Previous chapter | Epilogue

Masterlist

I've been back in Barcelona for a couple of months now, and so far everything has been great.  

I took my mum to Rome, where we stayed for a week doing all the touristy things you could think of, eating our weight in gelato, and having long conversations that have made us understand each other a lot better, finally managing to have a good relationship. 

I also went with Marina and David to Mykonos, a place they both had always dreamt to visit. Though it wasn't as dreamy as they thought. After a couple of days struggling to find somewhere that wasn't too crowded or full of tourists, we decided to just stay at our villa. During the day we would lay in the sun, take advantage of our private swimming pool or just sleep and relax, and at night we would sit outside drinking some wine, talking and laughing about anything and everything. We realized that we didn't need to go to a fancy place to have fun. Being together was all that mattered.

And now I am back home, getting everything ready for the new school year, feeling as excited about it as I did the first time I got to properly teach.

"Do you remember how we spent the day before looking through both your wardrobe and mine trying to find the perfect outfit for your first day as a teacher?" Silvia asks me while we are chilling on the sofa.

"I remember that the house was a mess afterwards."

"Yeah, that too" she laughs. "But you looked really cute."

"I did, didn't I? I got many compliments from the other teachers. One of them even tried to flirt with me."

"I mean, it was a really nice dress. Do you still have it?"

"I gave it away when we did that big spring cleaning a couple of years ago."

"Oh, shame… But have you kept any photo where you are wearing it?"

"Of course I have. You made me take a bunch before I left for work so I could remember that day" I laugh.

"I was a proud mum" Silvia smiles. "Can you search for them?"

"Just promise not to make fun of me if I look ridiculous" I say, unlocking my phone. "It was a different time."

"You didn't look ridi… Val. Val, hey, what is it?" 

"Nothing."

"Then why are you crying? That bad are those photos?"

"No, it's just… I hadn't realized… today."

"Uh?" Silvia says with a confused look.

"Today is my anniversary with Pedri… or was. And the memories thing on my phone showed me a photo of us together and…"

"Aww, Val. I'm sorry."

"It's ok" I say, wiping away my tears. "It's a good memory."

"Can I see it? The photo with him, I mean."

"Sure" I reply, giving her my phone. "It's at his secret beach as he called it, the one where he took me when we started seeing each other. The 14 of each month we would try to go there to watch the sunset and eat something, and we would spend our time talking about the most random things until it got dark and too cold. It was just us, and it was… perfect."

"It does sound perfect" she smiles.

"Today it is so hot that we would have probably gone for a swim and then buy some ice cream."

"What if… what if we do that?"

"What?" I ask.

"Go for a swim and buy some ice cream. I know I am not him, but…"

"I would love that" I smile. 

"Great" Silvia says, getting up from the sofa and offering me her hand. "Shall we?"

"Let's go."

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"You don't have to do it, Val."

"I know. But I want to" I say, opening the car's door. After going for a swim and getting some ice cream with Silvia, I asked her to drive me to the beach Pedri and I used to go to. For some reason, I felt like I needed to be there today. 

"Do you want me to go with you?" she asks.

"Please" I nod.

We walk in silence, Silvia holding my hand and giving it little squeezes as we get closer to the lookout from where you can see the whole beach. 

"This is beautiful, Val" she says.

"It is" I whisper, taking in the view. There are a couple of fluffy clouds here and there, the sea is calm, and the light is making the sand look almost golden. The sand. There is someone walking on the sand, someone… It can't be. 

"Ouch, Val! That hurts!" Silvia says when I squeeze her hand as if my life depended on it.

"It's him."

"What?"

"Down there" I say, my eyes fixed on the beach. "That's him. He's here."

"Who… Oh, shit. That is him."

"What do I do, Silvia?" 

"Go down there, of course!"

"What? No! I can't… I can't do that."

"You can and you will, Val. Go tell Pedri that you still love him and that you want to spend the rest of your life with him." 

"But what if he doesn't want to see me? What if he has moved on?" I say, looking at him while he kicks the sand.

"Val, do you really think that if he had moved on, he would be here on a day like today?"

"I…"

"Besides, what has Ferran been telling you all these months?"

"That he still loves me."

"Exactly. So go down there and get back with your teenage boy."

"He isn't a teenager anymore" I chuckle.

"Even better."

"But Silvia…"

"You were waiting for destiny to give you a sign, right? Well, this is it. Now go" she says, pushing me towards the stairs.

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"Ok, Valeria. You can do this" I say to myself. He is standing with his back to me and looking at the sea, completely oblivious of the fact that I am behind him, that I also am here. "Pedri?" I call, my voice sounding all squeaky. But he doesn't say anything, just shakes his head. "Pedri" I say again, this time a bit louder.

"Yeah, I've completely lost it" he laughs, running a hand through his hair. 

"Lost what?" I ask.

"My sanity, Val. I can hear your voice as if you were here with me."

"I am here, Pedri."

"You are in my head."

"I'm here" I repeat, putting my hand on his shoulder, my touch making him flinch.

"That's an illusion. I've completely lost my mind, you aren't real."

"I am real and I am here" I say, now moving to be in front of him. "Open your eyes, Pedri."

"No."

"What?"

"If I open my eyes you will leave."

"I'm not going anywhere, Pedri" I say, caressing his cheek and wiping away a tear.  

"I can't lose you again, Val" he says, resting his hand on top of mine. 

"You won't, because I am not going anywhere. Please open your eyes."

"I can't."

"Pedri, please" I beg him. Now I am the one who is crying. 

"Val…"

"I'm not going anywhere, Pedri. I promise. I want to be with you, to spend the rest of my life with you, to fight for this, for us. And I don't care if I have to do it against a horde of crazy teenagers, bullies like Isabel, or judgy parents who have nothing better to do than gossip. I'm done with letting people's opinions rule my life." 

"Val…" he repeats, his voice now almost a whisper.

"You know, I've never believed in love at first sight" I continue. "I always thought it was something from fairy tales, something that didn't exist. But then, on a day like today, in a club I had never set foot before, I met you and you completely changed my mind. Because I fell in love the moment we locked eyes and you smiled at me, Pedri. It was all that smile, to be honest. The one that by now you know makes me giggle like an idiot and feel funny things in my stomach. And when I think of the way you made me feel when you kissed me, when you…"

"Made you scream my name on the rooftop?" he smirks, opening one eye.

"I was going to say it in a more cheesy way and you just ruined it."

"Damn it" he chuckles. "You saying something like that happens once in a blue moon."

"It does. And when it happens, it is because of you. Because I love you, Pedri. I love you in a way I've never loved anyone before, and in a way I think I will never love anyone else. It's you. It's you, Pedri" I say, both my hands cupping his face, my eyes fixed on his now that both of them are finally open. "It is and will always be you. Only you" I whisper. 

"Can we kiss now or are you gonna keep being cheesy?" he smiles. And it is that smile, the one that completely disarmed me the night we met. 

"Idiot.”

"No one calls me idiot the way you do."

"I know" I smile back.

"But before we kiss…" he says. "Can I confess something?” 

"Ok."

"Ferran has been telling me almost daily to not give up, to be patient, that you still loved me and wanted me back, that we are destined to be together… So to keep reminding myself of all that, I've been coming here every 14 since you left, hoping that somehow you would show up."

"Really?"

"Yeah… I know it was a bit stupid because I knew you were in Manchester, but… I don't know. I just felt like I had to, you know?"

"It isn't stupid, Pedri. Because today I felt like I had to come here, it was like something was calling me… You."

"Glad to know my plan worked out" he laughs. "Why are you smiling like that?"

"I had missed your laugh" I shrug. "But that won't happen ever again. And do you know why?"

"Enlighten me, Valeria" he says with a teasing smile.

"It won't happen again because I'm not going anywhere, Pedri. I promise."

"Are you sure? Because you know how serious our promises are. You can't go back on it now" he says.

"I won't. I'm here to stay" I say, putting my hand over his heart. "Forever."

"Forever" he whispers before finally kissing me. 

At first it is a very soft kiss, almost shy. But it doesn't take us too long until we are kissing as if our lives depended on it, as if we needed the other to breathe. 

"I love you, Val" Pedri says when we manage to break apart. "I love you and I'm planning on telling you every hour of every day of the rest of my life."

"Isn't that a bit too much?" I laugh.

"It actually won't be enough."

"Dear lord, Pedro. You are so cheesy" I laugh again.

"Only for you, Val. Only for the love of my life" he smiles. "Happy anniversary, by the way."

"Happy anniversary" I reply with a matching smile before we start kissing again, the sun setting behind us as it did that first time on this beach. Like it did that first night at his house when he made me feel things I had never felt before. 

The night that even if my brain kept denying it, my heart was already completely his.

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[eatingstringcheese]

take a break - katsuki bakugo

in which sometimes, we get stressed and need a boyfriend pick me up

warnings: reader overuses their quirk and passes out, bakugo gets a bit angry but its out of love, they/them pronouns for reader

Y/n stumbled into the classroom, their eyelids drooped and their head hung low. A yawn escaped from their lips as they tried to stretch before sitting down. They rested their arms on the small desk and sighed. A moment of peace before the chaos arrived.

Bakugo sat in the seat next to Y/n. "Hey, dumbass, are you okay?"

Y/n turned to their friend and nodded sleepily, waving a hand to show they were okay. "Yea, yea, I'm totally fine."

The ash-blonde raised an eyebrow. "You don't look 'totally fine.' You look like you're about to pass out." He glared at his seatmate. "You haven't been overworking your quirk again?"

Y/n chuckled at their boyfriend. "It's okay, Katsu. I'm okay. I promise." They lied, yawning again. "Just couldn't sleep last night."

The room grew loud as more students entered. Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Ashido had run in. Laughing together about how Kaminari fell up the stairs on the way to the classroom.

"Hey everybody!" Mina shouted with a smile.

Everyone who had already been in the class greeted the ones who had entered. Y/n yawned and gave a simple wave before laying back down on their desk.

They day carried on with Y/n being drowsy in class and their friends pestering them with questions about why.

Y/n yawned, Present Mic stood in the front of the room talking about how punctuation matters.

"Now, remember kids. Punctuation is important. Take a look at this sentence."

He pointed to the board, where it read in chalk "Let's eat grandma!"

"A comma is missing, and that's pretty important."

He walked over and added the before mentioned comma, changing the board to say "Let's eat, grandma!"

Y/n chuckled at the sentence on the board, yawning again.

Aizawa sat up while in his sleeping bag. "Alright, english is over. Grab your hero costumes and head outside for training."

Aizawa fell back over, treasuring every moment of sleep he could get. Y/n chuckled, grabbing their costume and envying Aizawa.

The students lined up on the training grounds, confused as to what exactly would be happening today.

Aizawa stood in front of them. "Now, today you will be sparring. Your partners have already been picked. Do whatever preparations you need to beforehand. Midoriya and Kirishima, you're up first."

"All right, man!" Kirishima smiled, throwing a hand up to high-five Midoriya.

Each sparring match had turned out as expected, Kirishima beating Midoriya because Midoriya was afraid to use his quirk due to little control. Bakugo beat Tokoyami using light from his explosions.

"All right, final match. L/n and Kaminari."

Y/n yawned and stretched, eyeing Kaminari from a few feet away, trying to shake the dizziness and fatigue from their head.

Y/n L/n! Their quirk: Metalize!

Similar to Kirishima and Tetsutetsu, L/n can harden any part of their body and replace it with a metal-like consistency. Added, they can control all metal within a certain radius. The fibers of their hero costume have been interlaced with various metals to aid with this part of their quirk. Overuse of this quirk can result in fainting due to lack of metals needed in the human body.

The pairing of L/n and Kaminari was curious. Metal is a great conductor for electricity. In the future the two could be a great hero team, but currently they were enemies. Sparring with each other for class work.

The pair eyed each other from the small circle on the training ground. Running towards each other, Denki prepared himself for the large amount of electricity he would use, while Y/n planned out a form of attack. Planning was something they were good at but carrying out said plan was more difficult.

The pair threw punches at each other. Y/n put their plan into action and hardened their dominant fist, aiming for Denki's chin to try and stun him.

But Denki was too quick. He grabbed their fist and smiled, before releasing electricity. Y/n was thrown back and landed on their backside. Groaning, they moved to stand up before their eyes caught on the white circle. They'd fallen out of bounds.

"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!" they mumbled out, gathering their thoughts before walking over to Kaminari.

"You did great, Pikachu." They gave a smile before yawning.

"Not too bad yourself, Steelix." he grinned, carrying on the pair's favorite pokemon references.

They reached to each other to shake hands when Y/n's eyes fluttered and they collapsed to the ground.

Y/n woke up, the fluorescent lights above putting a glare on their vision. They turned to the side to see Recovery Girl sitting at her desk.

"You're finally awake, that's good."

Y/n rubbed the tired from their eyes. "Why am I here? I was feeling perfectly fine earlier."

"Oh no you weren't. Your blood test results are showing very low levels of iron." The old lady glared at the student. "L/n, have you been overusing your quirk again?"

Y/n sighed, throwing themselves back on the bed. They laid an arm over their eyes, covering their vision from the bright lights overhead. "Maybe."

"Oh, L/n. You're here almost as often as that Midoriya. You have to stop overworking yourself. This is no way for a future pro-hero to conduct themselves."

"I know. I know."

Recovery Girl nodded. "Now, if you're feeling better, go back to class so you don't miss too much."

"Thank you, Recovery Girl."

Y/n exited the room, running into someone's chest on the way. Looking up they saw spikes from the ash-blonde that stood in front of them.

"Bakugo? What are you doing here? You should be in class!"

"I was worried, dumbass."

Y/n smiled and laughed. "Oh, Katsu." They began to walk back to the classroom.

Bakugo growled, enveloping Y/n into his arms. "I heard what Recovery Girl was saying. You have to stop overworking your quirk, idiot."

Y/n sighed, wrapping their arms around his waist. "Then how the hell am I supposed to get stronger? I can't just not use my quirk. I need to be stronger, I need to be better, I need to work harder. Otherwise, I'll be weak and a failure and-" Y/n's breath hitched, tears began to fall from their eyes.

"Train with me instead of by yourself. I'll make sure you don't overwork yourself while still getting stronger."

"You'd do that?"

"Yea. I can't have my joyfriend being weak, can I?" He grinned.

"Oh, Katsuki." Y/n chuckled, wiping the tears from their eyes with the back of their hand.

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[darkstar225]

Twice’s 10th member being babied by 3mix

A/N: I got two similar asks on Tumblr and I put them together, hope the anons like it! :)

The requests: could you do a members (mainly Jihyo) prank the maknae by treating her like a small child/baby..ik they baby her as is but you could make the maknae all annoyed and stuff.

i love ur works! can you do more mom!3mix with 10th member? it's so cute how they baby her 😭

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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It is no secret to ONCE and TWICE themselves that the unnies are overprotective of their maknae. Especially, 3mix, also known as the mom line (lol). However, they woke up with that vibe that you get when you wanna annoy your sibling, in that case, Y/N. Even if the youngest is always enjoying the feeling of being pampered, her sisters know when they get to the line and today, they wanna cross it. The prank is meant to last the whole day, Nayeon, Jeongyeon and Jihyo got that idea from a ONCE that suggested it on a Vlive (Still can't get over the end of Vlives) they did coming back from a stage on their moms + maknae car. While you could be thinking that Y/N saw the comment, she wouldn't be able to, the unnies were on the front and she was on the last seat roll of the car laying down sleeping like the baby she is. And this cuteness always results in a thousand photos taken, some of them posted on her birthday cause, why not? The worst ones that become memes are usually provided by the maknae line and how could Y/N be mad when she does the same? It's only fair. Anyways- 

The youngest is the last to get up this morning and that's already rare but amazing for 3mix since they had time to prepare everything for the prank.

 Y/N - Morning unnies *yawns*

Jihyo - Hey baby, how are you doing?

Y/N - I'm okay, where are the other unnies? 

Nayeon - They went out, there's only the four of us now, why? Are we not enough? *pouts*

Jeongyeon - Yeah cutie, do you love them more than us?

Y/N - What?? Of course not unnies, why are you like that? *frowns*

Nayeon - Isn't she adorable Jeongyeon? Look at that frown! She looks like a baby.

Y/N - I'm not a baby! You know that unnie :/

Jihyo - Awnnn, come here sweetie. Don't pout.

Y/N - I'm not pouting :(

Jeongyeon - Saying you're not pouting while doing so isn't gonna help your case. 

Y/N - What's with you guys today? 

Jihyo - Nothing, come eat what we made kid. 

Nayeon - Yeah!! It's really good, I mean- I helped, obviously it's delicious. 

Y/N - Okay, let's sit down. Can we watch TV while eating? *puppy eyes*

Jeongyeon - You know I can't with those eyes, Jihyo you answer!

Jihyo - Can't even deny something she asks *rolls eyes*

Nayeon - You try then. It's horrible to say no to her

Meanwhile, Y/N can be seen still doing the kicked puppy look so her unnies take pity on her and she finally watches TV while eating for the first time in months. It's funny for her to think how she did this at home all the time before coming to Korea but in the dorms, she wasn't allowed by 3mix and that made her look spoiled, but she wasn't. (maybe just a little but she'll never admit it). 

After years (for Y/N ofc) they finally let her go to the sofa and they followed with a motherly smile on their faces as they noticed the skip on her steps. When they got there they remembered the prank and got to work.

Jeongyeon - Come cuddle honey

Y/N - Don't wanna...

Nayeon - Come here then... 

Y/N - Nooo, you're being to clingy today unnies

Jihyo - But you're our child, lay here with mama

Y/N - Fineeee 

Y/N goes to the other side of the sofa near the unnies and lands right in the middle, when she sits there and believes they find it enough she relaxes. But she let her guard down and Jihyo pulls her to her chest. The maknae layed there with an "oof-" and whined for the loss of her favourite moment on the TV show, Nayeon only cooed and stroked her hair. The others making sure she gets lots of cuddles. But, with time the youngest tried to get away and the unnies wouldn't let her, only laughing and telling her that a baby shouldn't be alone. This only made her more annoyed! With a huff, she goes out of the room pouting and complaining that the 3mix unnies are too much. (I'd love to be babied by 3mix but you do you girl, IG)

Her sisters felt bad and wrapped up the prank before the day finished, even if it was near the end 'cause they only wanted to annoy her a little but they could hear how frustrated she got with them. Opening the SMC room they found her sitting with her cell phone in hand, apparently texting on K-talk.

Jeongyeon - Kid... You know we love you

Y/N - I know, but why did you treat me like a baby all day? I'm a grown woman unnies

Nayeon - It was a prank pabo, we get that you want to be respected as who you are right now and to be seen as the mature girl we know you are. 

Jihyo - Yeah, we understand you cutie pie, but we'll always see you as the girl that we met when you we're only trainees, even if you are 70 years old. 

Y/N - Even then? Lol but you're gonna be grandmas!

Nayeon - YAH! You too, shut up. 

Y/N - Sorry unnie... But I just overreacted a little, the haters are being mean again and they're talking about how childish I am with you guys *frowns*

Jihyo - WHAT? And you we're gonna talk to us when? This is not okay babe

Nayeon - We're gonna talk with JYP again and this time he must do something with these haters

Jeongyeon - Nobody messes with our child and gets away with it, only us. 

Jihyo - That for sure. Anyway- besides that are you okay princess?

Y/N - Yes mamas, calm down. I'm fine now that you guys are here with me. And may I admit, I love when you guys pamper me, it makes me feel loved and warm inside (I wish)

Nayeon - Awnnn, we love you our dear maknae

Jihyo - Don't ever forget to tell us something like that, we are here for you and we love you our dear maknae

Jeongyeon -You are special to us and will always have a place in our heart and mind. We love you our dear maknae

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

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