#plus the pinks would compliment the dress...

[ipseitydelrey]

all zipped up ☆ s. reid

ship virgin!sub!spencer reid x dom!fem!reader

warnings shameless smut, loss of virginity, handjob/oral (m receiving), p in v penetration, consent! (cuz it’s sexy!!), slight dacryphilia? idk, spence needs guidance lol, you also let him play w/ ur boobs hehe, pet names (honey & babe), riding

word count 3.0k (went a lil overboard oops)

summary a few months into your and spencer’s relationship, you’re both invited to one of rossi’s dinner parties. the dress you decided to wear was simple, but you needed help getting the zipper all the way up…luckily your boyfriend is there to help.

You and Spencer had only been officially dating for six months when you had gotten an invitation to one of Rossi’s dinner parties.

According to your boyfriend, the older agent would typically host one every couple of months and always after a really good end to a BAU case. Of course, loved ones can be brought along as plus ones, but Spencer would always go alone.

Since you had both declared your relationship official, there hasn’t been a dinner in a couple of months, until the one day Spencer came home and asked if you wanted to go with him. That day is today.

You only have a couple of hours to get ready, and there is this lovely dress you’re planning on wearing. Brand new; you haven’t even worn it yet. Your boyfriend opted to change in the bathroom so while he’s in there, you unzip your new black dress.

As you slip into the dress, you see in the mirror — that is mostly just for decoration — that the tight material accentuates your curves. You run your hands over your sides and hips, smoothing out the fabric, and you reach for the zipper. You pull it up about halfway until you’re unable to reach and zip it up completely.

“Oh, come on,” you silently groan, at which point you hear the bathroom door open. You look over your shoulder. “Hey, Spence?”

Around the corner, he pops into the room while fixing his tie. “Yeah, honey?” he responds, still looking down as he tightens the knot.

You turn your back towards him and you bring your hands up to bring the zipper edges together. “Could you?” you ask.

At your request, he finally looks up. You can feel him staring at your back as it’s been a few seconds since you asked. Well, you can’t really blame him; you’re not even wearing a bra.

You look back at him, “Spence?”

He snaps out of his trance. “Right, sorry,” he stammers as his cheeks flush pink. He approaches you from behind and timidly, yet gently, places his hand between your exposed shoulder blades while his other hand trails down to the zipper. His fingers dip slightly in between the zipper tracks and his touch grazes your spine; you aren’t entirely sure whether that was intentional or not, but you aren’t complaining. No, not at all.

He grabs a hold on the zipper between his fingers and slowly starts to pull upward. You feel the dress hug your figure, as well as seeing in the mirror how the dress is quite tight on you. The bottom of it rides up on your thighs slightly so you drop your hands to tug it down. In the mirror, you can see how Spencer’s gaze trails down to where your hands are situated. The sound of the zipper moving ceases, but his hands remain on your back.

“Anything else?”

“Actually, yeah.” You lean forward towards the dresser — not intentionally showing off your ass right in front of your boyfriend. The necklace you had picked out is adorned with small pearls, complimenting your skin tone and your black dress perfectly.

When you stand up straight, you hand the necklace to Spencer over your shoulder. You look at him in the mirror, “Please?”

He takes the necklace and runs his thumb along the pearls. The rocks are slightly cold when he places it along your exposed collarbone. While doing so, he lightly drags his fingers across your flesh, and you start to think he might have ulterior motives. Then again, a couple weeks earlier he had confessed that he was a virgin…so is he trying to give it up to you tonight?

He clasps the necklace together and brings his hands to grasp your shoulders, rubbing them softly. You look at yourself, how the pearls sit perfectly against your collarbone and subtly brings attention to your breasts. You are definitely aware of the second part of that claim because after he puts his chin on top of your head, Spencer isn’t exactly subtle about him staring at your chest. Surely he must be aware of where he is looking…

“Spence?” you call, but to no response. You try again. “Babe?”

“Hm?” That pet name seems to get his attention.

You bring a hand up to fidget with the pearl necklace. “Is something wrong?” you ask. Of course, you know nothing’s wrong but you know a bit about the effect you have on him, especially in this state.

At your question, he lifts his chin up and he stops rubbing your shoulders. “No!” he says, a little too loud. He clears his throat awkwardly. “No, no, sorry. Nothing’s wrong.”

“So,” you start as you bring your hand down to smooth out any wild wrinkles in the fabric, “is this dress okay? Do I look good?”

He digs his fingers into the soft skin of your biceps; not too harshly, however. “You look beautiful,” he says softly, then his voice drops down to a timid whisper. “You always do.”

Still not getting the message, you think to yourself. So, you decide to take initiative by taking his hands from their place on your arms and moving them down to hold your waist. You try to suppress a small smirk as you ask, “Is it tight enough?”

The question makes his eyes grow wide as his trail of thought derails to something else that could be tight; you yourself aren’t too sure if you were talking about the dress or your growing heat. But hey, if a misunderstanding gets him going, you aren’t complaining.

The placement of his hands on your waist also gives you the opportunity to push your back to his chest and your ass to his crotch, which you gladly take after feeling his erection pushing up against your backside. You hear him whine next to your ear at the friction making his pants tighter.

“Wait…wait, please.” He pulls away a little, leaving you a little cold.

You turn around but his hands remain frozen on your waist. “You don’t want to?”

“No, I do, I do. It’s just, ah…”

Your mouth moves faster than your brain. “Do you want me to guide you?” You move your hands on top of his, gently caressing the back of one of his hands with your thumb.

His breaths are shaky, but after a few seconds he nods.

“I wanna hear you say it.”

“Please,” he begs, squeezing your waist softly in need. “Tell me what to do.”

His consent brings a smile to your face and you bring your hands up to his neck. Then your lips collide with his, at first soft and loving, but then grows hungrier. His lips gape open to moan, allowing your tongue to enter in a heated kiss. You gently push him towards the nearby bed and he falls to a seated position on the mattress.

When you break the kiss, he looks up at you with his red lips and unkempt hair. You place one leg on each side of him, straddling his hips, but your attention goes to his neck for the time being.

“First,” you state, as your hand pulls on his tie a bit, “is it okay if I take this off?”

Instead of letting you do the honors, he eagerly unties it. While his hands are preoccupied with that, yours starts to unbutton his dress shirt. The tie hangs loose around Spencer’s neck when he goes to help you unbutton by starting at the bottom. He lets you unfasten the last button and slide the shirt off of his torso.

“Help me unzip?” Ironic how you’re already getting out of your dress mere minutes after slipping into it. But he’s fast to undo the zipper and let the top part of the dress fall, revealing your breasts to him.

His hands remain on your back, unsure of where you want him to touch, and he simply stares. Not out of judgment, as you can tell by the way his dick twitches in his pants, but out of the need to memorize every blemish on your soft and plush skin.

“Go ahead,” you say as you push your chest out a little. “Feel them.”

A wandering hand belonging to him cautiously makes its way from the small of your back to the side of your tit. Nervously, he outlines the curves with his fingers before eventually grasping ahold a little harshly; it’s obvious that the poor man hasn’t even fondled a woman’s boobs before this.

“Too tight. Let go a little,” you advise softly.

“Got it. Sorry.” He softens his hold on your chest and starts to squeeze your breast gently.

With your other boob feeling neglected, you suggest, “While you’re doing that, you can use your other hand, or maybe your mouth.”

He seems a little taken aback by the suggestion of using his mouth, but he continues to fondle your tit, even running his finger over your hardened nipple. “How so?”

“Oh, with your tongue. Maybe even teeth.”

His brow furrows in confusion. “Wouldn’t that be painful?”

You laugh a bit at his cute concern. “Well you don’t have to bite, you can just nibble.”

Continuing to play with your breast, his head leans forward against your other tit. He runs his tongue lightly across your nipple, which rips out a velvet moan from your throat. Now that he knows what to do for you to make those sounds, he works on your breasts, using his fingers to lightly pinch one nipple and swirling his tongue around the other. The stimulation makes you grind your thinly clothed cunt against the tent in his pants, making him shudder and whine against your breast.

Your hand snakes to the back of his head and you grab onto his curly hair, which elicits a moan from him. After a few more seconds, you pull his head back and make him look at you with his drool dribbling down his chin and his lips all red.

“Why did you pull back?”

The way he asked was keen, like he wanted to have his tongue run across your flesh again. And while you would also enjoy that, you don’t have a lot of time.

You get off of his lap, letting the undone dress and your panties pool around your ankles and you step out of it. You get on your knees in front of Spencer and you start to unbuckle his belt. “I wanna make you feel good.”

His hips slide closer to you. “Are you sure?” he asks innocently.

You take off his belt and he lifts his hips, allowing you to slide his pants down. You look up at him, “Is this okay?”

He nods his head feverishly. “Yes. Definitely,” he says with a meek smile. His pants completely slip off, leaving him in his boxers. You palm him and his hips uncontrollably buck up to meet your touch.

“Is this all because of the dress?” you question, referring to his hard-on, and you smile smugly. Your hand goes past the waistband of his boxers and you wrap it around his dick.

He mewls at your touch and you start to stroke him. “Y-You looked so good in it,” he sputters out, bucking his hips up to fuck your fist. “Please, I couldn’t help it!”

His little whimpers and pleas as you massage his member sends jolts of excitement straight to your already throbbing clit. Your other hand goes to pull down his boxers and free his cock, letting the precum seep out and lubricate the handjob you’re giving him better. You massage a finger over the tip and he moans at the sensation.

“More, more,” he pleads breathlessly, his head thrown back while his hand makes its way to your head and he grabs a fistful of hair.

Understanding what he means, you bend your head down and kiss the tip teasingly. Spencer groans when you start to wrap your lips around his cock, taking him in slowly. He’s big in your mouth, so you use your hand to take in what your mouth can’t.

He tries not to jerk his hips up and fuck your mouth but as you continue to suck him off, it’s getting harder to control his movements. When he looks down at you, you look up at him — eyes glossy and tears filling the brims, drool running down your chin and his cock, your cheeks puffed out — and he feels a heat coiling in his stomach.

“T’much, s’too much- I’m gonna-” and with no warning, he bucks into your mouth and hot splurts of cum hit the back of your throat. You’re not complaining, as you try to swallow as much as you can, even though a bit dribbles out of your mouth and runs down his softening dick.

Your lips leave him with a ‘pop.’ A bit of his cum remains on your chin so taking the opportunity to tease him, you swipe it with your index and lick it off. The sight of you enjoying the taste of him already makes his dick semi-hard again.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes quickly, “I’m sorry; it felt so good and I didn’t—”

You get off your knees and shut him up with a kiss. He can taste himself on your tongue and while normally he would be slightly grossed out, in the moment he finds it arousing. After a moment, he pulls away from the kiss. “Can…can I return the favor? Please?”

The adorable way he asks makes you smile sweetly, and you place your hands on his chest. “As much as I would love that,” you say while you push him slightly, “I just want you inside me. Is that okay, Spence?”

He slides backwards to allow you to have more room when you straddle his hips again, this time with no fabrics between the two of you. One of your hands holds onto his shoulder while the other goes down to hold his cock and line it up with your wet pussy. As a precaution, you state, “Just tell me if you don’t want this, okay?”

His hands go to grasp your waist. “I want it, I want it so much, please…”

With his approval, you start to sink down on his cock. Although you’re experienced with plenty of other guys, you’ve never had a dick this big inside you before. You can feel it split you open, and while it’s a bit uncomfortable, it’s overtaken by the pleasure it brings you. Spencer whimpers with every inch you’re taking and every couple inches, you stop to let yourself get used to his girth and size. Thankfully, he isn’t one of those guys who pushes you down even though it hurts, because his hands remain on your waist, gripping it tightly.

Eventually, he bottoms out and you sit against him with his cock in you for a minute or two. One of his hands presses your belly to feel where he is inside you and that action is what makes you start to lift your hips up. You start off at a slow pace, mostly for Spencer’s sake since he’s already moaning like a porn star, making your walls clench around him.

“S-So good,” he groans, and he begins to help you ride him by moving his hands to cup your ass and lifting you up and down, still maintaining your slow speed. “Y’feel so good around me.”

You let him dictate the pace. “Are you okay with going faster?” you ask. You weren’t expecting him to immediately quicken the pace, but it’s a pleasant surprise since it’s apparent how much pleasure it’s bringing him. His jaw is slack, not even attempting to block his wanton moans, and his eyes are half-lidded so prettily.

He looks down to see how you’re connecting, his cock sliding in and out of you with apparent ease. The way your cunt takes him so well makes him feel another low coil in his stomach, signifying another orgasm close to erupting.

“Where…where do I…” he tries to ask, but his question keeps getting interrupted by his moans.

“In me. In me, fuck, you can cum in me,” you groan, letting your head hang back slack while your pleasure envelops you.

He quickens the pace again, the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs and your moans echoing through the room. The coil snaps and he cries out your name. His cum paints your walls while his eyes roll up from the overwhelming pleasure.

The pace slows and you start to take control of it again. “Please, Spence, I’m so close,” you say. “Hold out f’me, okay?”

He nods lazily and he wraps an arm around your waist. His hand goes down to where you two meet and he finds your clit with ease, rubbing it hard with the soft pad of his thumb.

The extra stimulation is just what you need because soon enough, your orgasm rushes through you like a waterfall. The orgasm lasts a while and eventually you start to come down. You rest on his lap, cockwarming him while you kiss his neck wearily.

“Was…was it okay?” you ask when you pull back.

Even Spencer knows how absurd that question is, how you’re focusing on whether you performed well and not on your own pleasure. “It was amazing.” He kisses you, soft and tenderly. “You’re amazing,” he whispers in between kisses.

When you next take a breather, you glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand, showing an analog ‘7:52 PM.’

“Y’know,” you start, brushing the hair out of his eyes with your fingers, “if we leave now, we would only be fifteen minutes late.”

“It’s that late?” He looks back at the clock to double-check.

You get off of him, his cock slipping out of you with a groan. “What are we going to say if they ask why we’re late?”

He stands up and pulls his boxers up. “We’ll say you were helping me with something,” he says with a smile.

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

DRABBLE: YOU'RE THE CUTEST BIMBO HE'S EVER SEEN (18+) (MHA) (for Fem!Readers)

Writer's Note: Idk...I like the bimbo shit. I might make a fic with a bimbo!reader one of these days. Btw, some of these drabbles are meant for chubby/plus-sized readers, but I'll just put that as a note. Enjoy! -Jazz

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PRO!HITOSHI - Note: Reader is Chubby 

When he sees you for the first time, he is as intrigued as he is rock-hard the very moment he sees you in your little pink thong bikini. 

He is down the shore with Denki after being forced to take a trip to get out of the sweltering, congested Tokyo heat for a while. Don’t get him wrong; a nice trip down the shore to get away from the villain activity and constant rush of the city is definitely a nice change of pace. But to walk around semi-naked people isn’t is idea of a relaxing vacation. It’s uncomfortable for him, walking around and seeing so many women with strings up their asses. 

“You just need some company,” Denki said when Shinso voiced his concerns to his friend. “This place is swimming with plenty of pretty babes for the choosing, ‘Toshi! Who wouldn’t want to spend some time with the top underground hero in Japan?” 

Though Denki's compliment works somewhat, Shinso isn’t concerned with meeting someone for a hookup. He isn’t even really interested in sex…until he meets you, at least. While Denki is busy trying to flirt with some girls standing by a hot dog stand, Shinso slinks away into a nearby trinket store. His eyes roam over the seashell fridge magnets and snow globes with the fake snow replaced with sand. He thinks about which gift would be good for Eri, his little sister, until his eyes land on you. 

There you stand a few feet away at a shelf of trinkets, standing on your tip toes with one of your chunky arms outstretched. You’re trying to reach for a pink seashell-shaped purse on the top shelf, and though you know damn well you can’t reach it, you still try. 

Shinso is no longer interested in checking out the store items now that he’s got a look at you. You’re the best thing in here, from your plump little frame to the pink clothes you wear…if you can even call them clothes. 

You’re really wearing just a mesh pink cover-up dress with a hot pink bikini underneath. The bikini top ties around your neck and back, exposing your rolls, while the bottoms are stuck in between your luscious, plump asscheeks that all Shinso wants to do is shove his face in. While he’s still uncomfortable seeing you in a thong, it's a different kind of discomfort now. He can feel his cock chub against his shorts, uncomfortably so. 

“Excuse me?” It takes him a moment to realize you’re talking to him because of how dazed he is from your ass. You’ve turned around to face him now, showing your front, and dear fuck, does he wish you wouldn’t have. He can now see how the bikini top barely covers your big, juicy breasts and how your tummy bulges slightly over the string waist of your thong. Your lips, kissable and soft, shin in pink, glittery gloss and your cute little fingernails and toenails are coated in pink paint. Everything about you is pink. 

He decides that the color fits you especially well when you open your mouth to speak again. “I'm so sorry,” you giggle sheepishly, giving him a smile that feels like a punch in the gut, “but could you help me reach that bag up there?” You point one chunky hand up towards the top shelf. “I’m just too short to reach.” 

Shinso blushes at the sound of your voice, so sweet and innocent-sounding. He wonders how you’d sound moaning his name with his cock buried deep inside of you. “Uh, sure,” he replies, his voice sounding dry and gravely. He can barely breathe. You excitedly clap your hands, thanking him profusely for his help. “I was so sure I’d end up tripping over these,” you giggle, pointing down at your pink sandal wedges. What a pretty princess, you are. 

“It’s whatever,” Shinso deadpans as he walks over to you. “Wouldn’t want nothin’ to happen to those shoes.” He glances down at them. “Steve Madden, huh?” he asks, loving it when you flush shyly at his observation. “I had some extra money,” you confess. “So I splurged. But they’re cute, right?!” 

‘So, so cute,’ he thinks, but he isn’t referring to the shoes one bit. When he steps beside you to reach for the bag, he catches a whiff of your body spray. It is sweet and delectable, like whipped cream or sugar. God, could you get any cuter? As if answering him, his cock throbs painfully in his shorts. He barely has to stand on his toes to reach the bag, causing you to cutely gasp at his height. “Wow!” you say, shocked. “You’re so tall! I’ve never met anyone as tall as you.” 

Shinso chuckles when he grabs the bag and holds it out to you. “Well, now you have. And you’re welcome…” He trails off, wishing you’d take a hint and spill the space in with your name. He watches as you gulp and stare up at him with those big, doe-like eyes as you take the bag from him. When you do, your fingers brush against his, sending an electric shock through him as if Denki just used his quirk on him. 

“T-Thank you,” you softly stutter. “And I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you, Mr…” You trail off too, cutely puckering your lips. “No Mr,” Shinso chuckles. “Just Shinso. Or Hitoshi. Whichever you want.” 

You tap one painted nail against your chin thoughtfully. “Hit-o-shi,” you carefully pronounce. Shinso has to suppress a groan at the sight of your soft lips forming his name.

“Can I call you ‘Toshi?” you ask, hope in your eyes. And something more. Mischief, it looks like. Hitoshi’s interest reaches its peak when he realizes that there is a whole other side to you than the cute, innocent persona he’s seeing right now. 

He copies your move and thoughtfully taps his finger against his chin, earning a sweet giggle from you. “Only if I can call you princess,” he replies smoothly. “And maybe buy you somethin’ to eat? I’ll admit that I’m not too familiar with the boardwalk though.” 

You look rather shy from the pet name, but you don’t let that stop you from conversing more with him. “Is it your first time here?” you ask, gasping when he nods. “Oh, you’re gonna have so much fun! They have the best funnel cakes and pizza here! I’ll tell you what, ‘Toshi: I’ll treat you to food for doing such a good deed and helping me get my bag. Deal?” 

You reach your hand out for him, peering up at him through your thick, doll-like lashes. All Shinso wants to do is fuck you silly while you look at him like that, but instead, he takes your hand, smirking at the way you bite your lip. “It’s a deal, princess,” he huskily says. 

SHIGIRAKI - There’s no way you don’t know what you’re doing to people. There’s just no way! Do you know what you’re doing to him? 

These are the thoughts that run through Shiggy’s head when you step into the dimly-lit, crowded bar with Toga by your side. The two of you giggle to each other, looking like the best of friends in your little sundresses and tiny purses that hang off of your wrists. The only difference between you and Toma the combination of innocence and sexiness you seem to ooze. 

Toga had said she was inviting a friend of hers to the annual bar hop adventures she, Shiggy, and half of the LOV always have at this exact bar. Dabi knows the guy so they get drinks half off and the cops aren’t called despite them being out and about in the city. He sits with Dabi, Mr. Compress, and Twice (who won’t shut the fuck up) now, a whiskey in his hand that he knows he’s going to need when you finally come up to greet him. 

Shiggy was initially against Toga bringing a stranger into their activities. “What if she talks?” he hissed. “How can you be so sure she won’t blab to the police about us? How do you even know this girl?” Toga barely gave him a glance as she poured herself some juice in the kitchen in their lair. “She’s an old childhood friend of mine,” she explained. “And no, she’s not gonna talk because she hates cops and heroes. I promise you’ll love her! She’s got a wicked streak to her.” 

When he sees you, he can’t tell what about you is so ‘wicked’. You look like the cutest package of candy in your short, pink sundress that barely covers your ass or your tits that jiggle enticingly. He doesn’t even think you’re wearing a bra. You paired the dress with some pink heels, a charm bracelet, and two high pigtails that he envisions yanking on while his cock is buried deep in your– 

“Hey, guys!” Toga giggles when she finally makes it to the stools. Shiggy nearly jumps out of his skin, earning a low chuckle out of Dabi. “This is my friend, Y/N. The one from my childhood? I told you I was bringing her tonight, remember?” She gives you a toothy, excited grin, allowing you to introduce yourself further. 

“Nice to meet you all,” you say in your sugary, sweet voice that washes over Shiggy. “I hope I’m not interrupting your night out, but Toga insisted I meet you all.” Twice is the first one to make an impression, hopping out of his seat to greet you. “Not at all!” he brightly chirps. “I’m Twice, by the way. This here is Dabi, Spinner, and Shiggy.” 

Spinner gives you a nod while Dabi only glances and Shiggy glares at Twice. “Shigaraki,” he corrects his friend. Toga rolls her hazel eyes while you giggle to yourself. “Ignore him,” she sighs. "Come, sit right here with me! I’ll order us some drinks. Do you like those fruity ones?” 

Eagerly, you nod, making you even cuter. You then turn to him, your big eyes stopping him short of breathing. “Um…is this seat taken?” you ask, pointing one red-painted nail at the empty stool. To anyone else, he would’ve said something smart, but he can’t even muster words with how soft your lips look and the sweet smell of your perfume filling his senses. ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’ he thinks to himself. He’s never had any woman make him feel this way before. He thought these kinds of feelings were long gone. 

He nods, earning a blinding smile from you as you take a seat. As you do, the hem of your dress rides up, revealing a sliver of thigh that has Shiggy’s cock throbbing uncomfortably in his sweats. From his right side, Dabi leans in towards him. “You’d better snag that before someone else does, Shig,” he teasingly whispers. “That someone bein’ me.” 

Shiggy glances at his friend, irked at his attempt at pushing his buttons. He knows Dabi also has a thing for innocence; especially ruining it. He turns to you, already finding you looking at him. “You listen to Nine Inch Nails?” you ask, quiet excitement in your voice. Shiggy blinks, confused as to what you mean, until you point at his band shirt. “I like them too! Have you ever been to one of their shoes?” 

It takes Shiggy some time to process words, but he doesn’t keep you waiting or questioning yourself. “Uh, yeah,” he replies. “Two years ago. You listen to metal like that?” His eyes graze over your outfit and your body, picturing you without clothes. “‘Cause it doesn’t look like it.” 

You giggle, adorably scrunching you nose. “It doesn’t,” you agree, “but yeah! I’m into a lot of hard metal and rock, but not too much screamo. That doesn’t keep me out of Hot Topic though.” Shiggy smirks at your confession and nods down at his wrist. You look down, gasping at the spiked Hot Topic bracelet sitting there. “It’s like we’re one and the same,” you softly laugh, smiling at the bartender when he lowers your pretty, fruity drink down. 

Shiggy watches you sip your drink, your gloss stain on the glass rim making him want to cum all over your mouth. “Are we really?” he asks, but not unkindly. He is actually very curious and interested in you. What is it about you that Toga likes? 

He gets his answer when you turn to him, a mischievous, dark glint in your pretty eyes. Despite your cutesy appearance and pretty clothes, you now appear before him as someone else. Someone darker. “We could always find out,” you suggest, a slight purr in your voice. He doesn’t know if it’s an accident, but your knee slightly brushes his when you shift in your seat. 

Those words are all Shiggy needs. After one too many drinks and the whole “getting to know you” shit, you find yourself underneath him in his bed, your legs up by your ears and your pretty, pink dress on his bedroom floor. Shuddery moans and grunts leave his lips every time he drives his cock into you again and again, his hands wrapped around your ankles. “Tell me how it feels,” he growls. “Tell me, slutty girl.” 

You whine for him, your lipgloss smudged off of your lips and pretty breasts jiggling for him as he fucks you into the mattress. “It feels good!” you babble, your mascara smudged. “You feel so good, Shigaraki!” 

“Tomura,” he grunts down to you. “Call me Tomura.” Realization clears in your dazed eyes and your pretty face splits into a smile before he swoops down to swirl his tongue with yours in a wet, open-mouthed kiss. 

A sudden bang comes from above the wall above your head where the headboard bangs against it. “Could you two shut the fuck up?” Dabi yells. “I’m tryin’ to sleep off this whiskey.” 

“Yeah!” Toga agrees. “I brought my friend tonight to get to know you, Shiggy, but not like this! You’ll ruin her!” A light giggle leaves your lips as Shiggy continues to rock his hips into your wet, tight walls. You lean up, your sticky lips at his ear. “I’m already ruined,” you whisper. “Can you ruin me more, Tomura?” 

Shiggy didn’t need you to repeat. The entire night he spent ruining you over and over again, covering you in his cum until the dawn. Now he thinks you could be an extra good addition to the LOV crew. 

PRO!BAKUGOU - Note: Reader is Chubby

He could’ve blown his fucking load when Mina brings you along for mini golf one night. 

It’s just an ordinary summer evening where he and the squad are playing mini golf and slurping down milkshakes before you show up. Initially, Bakugou is irked waiting for you and Mina to show up, hating when people are late. “Where the fuck are these two?” he huffs. “They’d better not be doin’ their hair or somethin’ ‘cause I’m gonna be pissed if they are.” 

“You know how girls are, ‘Suki,” Kiri chuckles, watching Denki try to aim his ball at a hole surrounded by gnome and fairy statues. “Mina takes forever to do her makeup sometimes, but it’s all to look nice for us. I’d think her friend is doing the same thing.” 

As if on cue, Sero announces their arrival from his seat. “Look!” he exclaims, a chocolate milkshake in his hand. “They’re here! And damn, does her friend look good.” Each boy turns to look at you and they can all agree. Especially Bakugou. 

He can’t keep his eyes off of you as you strut up with Mina, arms hooked in one another’s. You’re wearing a low cut, white crop top with a push-up bra that make your breasts look immaculate and delicious and a tiny, pink tennis skirt that starts at the waistband of your pudgy stomach and stops right at the top of your thick, jiggly thighs. You paired this outfit with white Nike low tops and pink knee socks that make you look more innocent than the cute little smile on your face that gets wider the closer you get to him and the guys.

He can’t stop staring at you, especially when you get closer and he gets to drink in all of the other details to you––how short you are compared to him (you barely graze his chest!); the Fenty gloss on your plump lips; the tiny bow clip in your hair; the scent of fruit on your skin that makes him dizzy. 

Are you fucking forreal? How are you going to show up like that as if it’s normal? Are you trying to tease him? Are you playing with him? Bakugou can’t help but be irrationally angry from how cute and sexy you are. How is it possible to be both cute and sexy? All he knows is that his dick knows the answer judging by how it’s pushing up against his briefs at the sight of you now. 

Mina stops you right in front of him despite his raging hard-on. Just his fucking luck. “Fellas,” she says with a smile, “this is my friend, Y/N. We work together at my agency and she was just dying to meet you guys.” 

You flush, becoming shy at Mina’s teasing. “C’mon, Mina,” you softly whine, bumping your hip with hers. God, what Bakugou wouldn’t give to feel those hips in his big hands! Would you let him? There’s no way you wouldn’t. Your short skirt says that you want his hands all over you. 

“Oh, really?” Denki asks, raising a brow. He struts up to you, already putting on the charm. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N,” he purrs, shaking your hand. “I’m Denki, by the way. You probably know me as Chargebolt.” He raises your hand to kiss it, but is stopped by Bakugou tossing a golf ball at his head. “Kill the flirting, perv,” he grumbles as Denki rubs his temple, glaring at him. 

“Sorry about them,” Mina sighs, but you just giggle. Bakugou’s ears perk at the sound. “That’s Kirishima and Sero aka Red Riot and Cellophane.” Kiri gives you a friendly wave while Sero gives you a wink that Bakugou doesn’t particularly like either. “And Bakugou already made his grand introduction,” Mina sarcastically says. 

You finally face him entirely and he sees your smile falter somewhat when your eyes land on his. Bakugou notices immediately. Do you not like what you see? Are you intimidated by him? He backs up to try and give you space, realizing how small you really are…small enough to break…small enough to toss around in a bedroom. His bedroom, preferably. 

“Nice to meet all of you,” you sweetly say, though your eyes are still on him. “I'm exposing myself here, but I am a big fan of you guys! I’ve got all your posters and merch!” Everyone except Bakugou laughs at your cute little confession. “Oh, yeah?” Sero asks, raising a pierced brow. “So who’s your favorite hero, Y/N? It’s okay, you can tell us.” 

He, Kiri and Denki look at you, interested despite your obvious shyness and discomfort. Even though Bakugou won’t admit it, even he is interested. Even so, he decides to come to your rescue, shocking every single one of his friends. “Ignore them,” he murmurs as he passes you a golf club. “You want next game or what?” 

You stare up at him with those big eyes, looking shocked he’s even saying much to you. You wrap one hand around the golf club, giving him a look at your pink manicure. He can’t imagine how they’d look on his cock while you’re stroking it for him. “I would,” you say, “but I’m not much of a player. I wore the right outfit for it though!”

You swish your hips around in your pink skirt, making Bakugou’s cock even harder when he thinks he catches a glimpse of your inner thighs. “Show her, Katsuki!” Kiri shouts from the sidelines. “She is our guest, after all.” The redhead gives him a knowing wink which emits a growl from Bakugou. 

“Whatever,” he huffs. Despite being pissed that his friends know he is whipped, he leads you over to one of the golf holes located up on a hill surrounded by wooden fans. You stand to the side, your tongue thoughtfully licking your bottom lip and giving him some awful thoughts about your mouth. “Am I doin’ it right?” you ask, even bending your knees though it’s still the incorrect form. 

Bakugou nearly laughs at your cuteness. “Nah, but I’ll give you points for your eagerness. Want me to show you?” You peer at him from over your shoulder and nod. Without even realizing how this looks, he stands behind you, putting a good distance between his front and your back to avoid giving you a taste of his raging bulge. 

“Stand with your hips square with your feet,” he explains, doing his best to not breathe in your shampoo. You do so before his hands cup yours over the golf club. “Take it back once, aim for the ball, and…” He helps you swing the club at the ball, your body twisting with his as you do. The ball goes soaring up the hill and into the hole, never missing. 

From the sidelines, the gang applauded you. “I did it!” you excitedly shout, turning to him. “We did it!” You jump up and down, giving Bakugou a great view of your breasts jiggling and bouncing about. You’re not making this easy for him at all, especially with that pretty smile on your face. “And that’s why you’re my favorite,” you confess. 

Bakugou scowls at you, confused. “Huh?” 

You look down at your shoes, suddenly shy. “The guys asked me who my favorite hero was out of all of you,” you softly say. “And it’s you ‘cause you’re so sweet.” Bakugou’s brain short-circuits. Sweet. You think he's sweet! You, the sweetest little thing he’s ever met. Suddenly, the air between you changes to something more open and flirtatious. He wants to know everything about you now. 

“Well,” he replies, a smirk on his lips, “maybe you can tell me more about how sweet I am over a milkshake?” You look up at him, excitement in your pretty eyes. “And over a phone call!” Denki calls from the sidelines. “Give her your number, dude!” 

Bakugou swears if looks could kill, his friends would be dead by now. But he does, in fact, give you his number at the end of the night. 

PRO!KIRI - Note: Reader is Chubby

‘Mine.’ 

That’s all he can think when he sees you for the first time at the gym. As soon as he sees you in your tight, pink sports bra and shorts that cup your shapely, plump ass so nicely, it’s a fucking wrap for him. You pop up on the treadmill next to him and he immediately notices despite him jogging. So far, he’s at five miles. Another five to go. 

He knows he can’t be distracted by anything that will ruin his workout, but so far, the distraction is winning. You glance at him and offer a smile that makes your little cheeks and baby face even cuter. The sight of you nearly knocks the air out of him. He manages to smile back at you, trying his best to not seem menacing with his sharp teeth, but you don’t seem too disarmed. 

He then pretends to go back to what he’s doing (working out), but all the while, he pays attention to your every move. He watches as one of your chunky fingers presses the buttons on the treadmill, your fingernail pained a glittery pink. Then you start walking along the moving convator belt, your high ponytail swishing behind you and reminding him of some very naughty things, like wrapping his fist in it while his cock is buried in the delectable pussy that he knows hides behind those shorts. 

He’s admittedly never dated a woman of your size or shape before. Honestly, he hasn’t had too many girlfriends due to his demanding job as a pro hero. But looking at the way your breasts jiggle in your sports bra and your soft, chubby waist behind your shorts is making him think differently. Not to mention how short you are. He’s got a thing for short girls. Maybe it’s because of the whole protection thing. He likes feeling tall and big enough to protect his girl from everyone and everything, you? You definitely fit the bill. 

These thought scare him slightly. Why is he pining after a whole stranger in a gym and thinking that you’re his? He’s eyeing you down like you’re a piece of food and he’s starving for it. He immediately turns away and blushes as red as his hair. ‘This is so unmanly,’ he thinks, criticizing himself for his behavior. 

But goddamn, are you too fine! Most of the men in here seem to think so too. He notices their eyes crawling across your body, stopping on your ass and boobs. He glances at you worriedly, wondering if you notice it too. But you’re too busy singing along to the music in your pink AirPods, your voice making him crack a smile. You’re just too cute! 

He doesn’t make his move on the first day though. He waits for about a month before he actually says something to you. Every time he comes in on the weekends, he does so on the same day at the same time hoping to see you. And he does. You strut in wearing your short, tight gym attire with your J’Adore Dior duffle bag, your ponytail bouncing. You greet each other with smiles before he watches you get into your workout, paying close attention to the way your body moves and any gym rats who may want to bother you. 

The day he actually makes a move isn’t one he planned on. It’s a Saturday morning and he’s busy with his cool-down stretches, pretending not to be looking at you in the mirror squatting with a kettlebell between your chunky hands. His eyes marvel at your body, wondering how you’d feel in an embrace or underneath him. Those thoughts quickly dissipate though when someone walks up to you. 

He is buff and about the same height as Kiri with tattoos and a muscle tee. Immediately, Kiri switches into protection mode and strains to hear your convo. “Hey,” the guy greets you. You pause with your workout, lowering the kettlebell down. “Hi,” you sweetly greet, giving him a smile. Kiri bristles. Those smiles are meant for him only! 

“I’m Trent,” the guy says, offering his hand for a shake. You take it, still the sweetheart. “Y/N,” you introduce yourself. Kiri notices that Trent’s hand lingers a bit more than necessary before it drops from yours. “That’s some outfit, y’know,” he chuckles, leaning against one of the machines as he attempts to put the charm on. 

“Thanks!” you giggle. “I bought this week. I just love pink. It’s such a pretty color.” Trent nods, his eyes trailing lustfully over your body in your tight one-piece unitard and cropped hoodie that stops just above your sternum. You don’t notice but Kiri does. “You know, I could always help you with this workout,” Trent suggests. "Help you get deeper into those squats.” 

You blink at him, obviously confused. “Are you a trainer?” you ask innocently. Kiri feels his cock stir. God, you’re just too cute! Trent smirks down at you. “I can be that and more,” he purrs. “Here, let me get you a mat!” 

“O-oh, that’s okay,” you protest. “I-I’m not–“ But he’s already moving to get you a mat and bends down to put it under your feet, eyeing your thighs and calves as he does so. You look so, so uncomfortable.’That’s it!’ Kiri thinks, irked to no end. He’s watched for long enough. He can't stop himself from rising to his feet and storming over to you and Trent, anger stirring within him. 

When he stops near you, you’re the first one that sees him. He thinks he sees the corner of your lips twitch into a smile but he isn’t too sure. He stares down at Trent, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “I think she said she’s fine, Trent,” he firmly says, practically spitting the guy’s name. “You should listen to her.” 

Trent pauses and glares up at Kiri. “What do you care?” he scoffs. “So I suddenly can’t be a nice guy?” Kiri glares back at him, his red eyes sharp. “We both know what you’re bein’ nice for,” he almost growls. “And I’m not about to sit by and watch you bother this girl just for some nookie. Leave her alone before I call security.” He eyes Trent down, daring him to fight this. 

Trent stands, his jaw tight and eyes sharp. He glances at you before scoffing to himself and storming off, heading for the locker room. Once he’s gone, you sigh in relief. “Thank you,” you say with gratitude. “I have no idea why he wanted to give me a mat. I didn’t even need one!” 

Kiri relaxes, but only slightly. You’re talking to him. You two are really talking! “Don't thank me,” he chuckles modestly. “Not that I don't think you can handle yourself, but I saw him tryin’ to spit game and you not enjoyin’ it too much, so I just had to step in.” He dares to look down at you and almost creams on the spot at the sight of your cleavage. “W-Well, I’m gonna go and let you–“ 

“I’m Y/N,” you instantly say, twirling the drawstring to your hoodie. You offer him a gloss-lipped smile that gives him butterflies. “Ejirou,” he replies. “Kiri for short.” You giggle to yourself. “I know; other than you being Red Riot, I hear your name all the time here.” He blushes, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m a regular here. It’s one of the only gyms that are safer for pros like me.” 

“Well, I’ll keep your secret,” you giggle, “but only if you agree for me to buy you lunch for your good deed.” From the way you slightly rub your thighs together and peer up at him through your lashes, he feels like you’re thinking of a lot more than just lunch. And he wants to know just what. 

He smirks down at you, trying hard to ignore his dick chubbing in his basketball shorts. “Maybe,” he replies, playing along. “I think I’d need your number for that though. I mean, just to tell you what I like…for lunch.” He almost kicks himself. You giggle to yourself, already pulling your rose gold iPhone out of your pocket. “It’s a date then!” you chirp. 

After leaving the gym with your number in his phone, he can’t help but nut to the thought of you while in his car minutes later, the vision of your pretty lips and body coated in his sticky cum making him fuck his fist a little harder. Call him unmanly, but goddamn, he can't wait for the real thing!  

DABI - When he first sees your cute little self in your mini skirt that barely covers your ass, he just wants to follow you around and scare anyone who dares to look at you the wrong way. 

And that’s exactly what he does. ‘Cause what the fuck are you doing strutting around like that in this club? Don’t you know how you’re dressed? You’re dressed like you want to get fucked. Though he can’t see you from the front, he can tell you’re wearing a halter top judging from the tie around your slender back. And no bra? Those titties must be bouncing everywhere! 

As you can damn well tell, Dabi likes the innocent girls…or the girls who look innocent. Something about ruining them and bringing out that nasty, dark, devious side to them that he knows lies deep underneath their soft, pink, sweet personality. And you’re no different. 

So he lies deep in the cut and watches you laugh and chat with people, blushing cutely when they compliment your clothes and being completely oblivious to the guys who stare you down like they want to eat you alive. He sips on his drink and eyes your legs, wondering how they’d feel wrapped around him. 

It doesn’t take long for this little game to come to an end. You step outside for some air and he’s right behind you, but he doesn’t go out immediately. He watches as you lean against the wall and dig into your pink purse for your bubblegum. Finally, he comes outside, feeling blessed that he can finally get you alone. 

You don't even flinch when he comes up to stand beside you, taking a box of cigarettes out of his back pocket. In fact, you give him a smile as you chew on your bubblegum, your pink lips forming an O for a big bubble. He imagines those lips forming an O when you moan while his tongue is buried deep in your cunt that lies beneath that skirt. From his angle, he can finally see the rest of your outfit––a glittery, pink halter top paired with platform boots and luscious, curly hair that makes you look like one of those early 2000s movie stars. 

“Want some?” you ask, holding the box of gum out to him. His eyes flick from the box to your big, doe-like eyes rimmed with mascara to make them look almost like a doll’s. Like his pretty little doll. “You’re askin’ a stranger whether or not he wants your gum?” he asks, raising a curious brow at you before puffing on his cig. 

You giggle adorably, almost ditzy-like. “You’re not a stranger, silly!” you protest. He blinks down at you, confused. “I saw you when I came into the club with my friend…and while you were following me around.” 

Dabi blanches. Fuck, he’s been caught! How did you even notice? “Accept my apology,” he sighs, smoke billowing from his lips. “Couldn't help myself. You just look too damn cute to be in there not bein’ looked after.” 

At this, you become shy and advert your eyes as a bashful smile adorns your pretty face. “You know, smoke is a bad habit,” you softly say. He nods, agreeing. “What’s your point?” he asks, paying close attention to your body language. He notices how tight your thighs are pressed together and the way your fingers fiddle with your skirt. You’re wanting something. 

“Because…” Your eyes slowly trail back to his, now hooded and lustful. “Nicotine breath ruins kisses,” you purr. “And I’d really like a kiss from you. I have to thank you for watching my back in there, don’t you think?” 

Dabi swears he’s never been harder in his life. He’s also have never ditched a cig that wasn’t a stub yet either, but the promise of finally getting your lips on his makes him toss the cig down and crunch it under his shoe. 

Several minutes later, your glossy, soft lips are on his, the taste of strawberries in his mouth, while his cock is buried deep in your soft, wet pussy. Your hands are pressed against the wall as he grips your hips, your skirt hiked up and your lace panties pushed to the side to give him all the freedom to fuck you as he pleases. And he does so.

“You’re just like a doll,” he grunts into your ear, growing harder with every breathy moan that leaves your lips. “Are you my pretty baby doll tonight?” 

All he gets his a broken moan of his name in response. He chuckles to himself as he lifts your leg up slightly and continues to fuck you silly behind the nightclub. He knew you had a devious side.

NATSUO - You were just the cute girl in his class that he couldn’t stop thinking about. 

You would walk in wearing the cutest outfits known to man, all of them with pink tossed in. His favorite one was the cropped pink sweater and white skirt that swished around your legs and hiked up slightly in the back to give him a sneak peek of your thighs. That was the first day you two met. You had sat in front of him and rummaged around in your backpack, oblivious to Natsuo burning a hole in your back. 

You sighed adorably and turned to him randomly, your glossy lips in an adorable pout that had his cock stirring in his jeans. “Hi,” you say with a smile. “Sorry to bug you, but I forgot my pen at home. Do you have one I can borrow?” 

It took a minute for Natsuo to answer because he was too busy staring at your lips move, envisioning his dick between them. “U-Uh, yeah,” he finally replied, idiotically so. He dug into his backpack and handed you one of his best ink pens. 

You happily smiled as you took the pen from him, your soft fingers grazing against his. “Thanks!” you chirped. “I promise I’ll give it back to you at the end of the day.” And you did. That is when your friendship began. He begins letting you borrow your pens while you send him notes from class if he’s too tired to pay attention and falls asleep during class, dreaming of himself bending you over one of the desks. 

When you first asked him to help you study for your midterm exam, he can’t believe his luck. “You’re just so smart,” you whine as you two walk alongside each other in the hall. “I can’t afford to fail, so I need your help. Meet you at your dorms this weekend? I’ll bring snacks!” 

He was helpless to refuse you, but the idea of being alone with you this weekend made him want to bust and hide under his bed at the same time. He didn’t have that much experience with girls, especially pretty, cute, adorable ones like you. He spends the whole day cleaning up his space and gargling down Listerine mouthwash before you arrive. 

When you do, it’s at 5 PM after you get off your shift. You show up at his door in a pretty, baby pink dress carrying a bag of snacks and sodas. “Thanks for letting me come over,” you say after Natsuo invites you in and get you situated at the table in the middle of his dorm. “I just know I’m gonna pass with you as a tutor.” 

He blushes at the compliment. How is it you’re so sweet? “S’cool,” he chuckles sheepishly. “I’m happy to help. Thank you for the snacks though.” He ogles at the all of the snacks you pour out of your bag––Pocky boxes; chips; cookies; biscuits. You embarrassingly giggle, picking at your pink nails. “I, uh…like snacks,” you shyly confess. 

‘Oh, God,’ Natsuo laments in his head as his cock surges in his sweats. Why the fuck did he wear sweats?! Why the fuck are you so cute?! This is not going to be easy. 

It doesn’t get any easier for him as the night goes on. He gets distracted at some points at the crumbs dusting the corner of your mouth or the way you swipe your gloss over your lips. He tries not to freak out when you lean in to point out words you’re having trouble remembering the definitions for, the scent of your birthday cake body wash and the feeling of your bosom against his forearm. Are you doing this on purpose? 

Despite him explaining and breaking down the study guide for you, all he can think about is dirtying up your dress with his cum or plunging his cock in and out of the gushy walls of your pussy. It’s impossible not to. He’s practically sweating halfway during the session so he has to strip himself of his hoodie, revealing his blue tee underneath that stretches across his muscles. 

When you finally finish the session, it’s around 7 PM and you’ve correctly remembered most of the guide. When Natsuo gives you an approving smile, you squeal and jump on him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you cheer, wrapping your arms tight around him. He blushes, feeling your breasts pushing against his chest. “You’re such a good tutor! I’m gonna ace this exam because of you!” 

Natsuo laughs at your cuteness, giving you a one-armed hug in respect to you. “It’s no problem,” he says. “It helps when you have such a great student.” 

You pull away from him, peering up at him with those big eyes and that pretty face. “You know,” you say, your voice suddenly dipping an octave but still oh-so soft, “I’d hate to leave here and not repay you for such great work.” Your hands find his and you begin playing with his fingers, his cock stirring as you do. “Is there anyway you can think of, Natsuo?” you ask, batting your lashes prettily at him. 

Oh, does he. And he knows you exactly what when he has you lying down in his bed with your dress hiked up on your hips where his hands are and his tongue finally fucking your pussy. “Fuck, Natsuo!” you whine, your hands in his snow-white hair. “Please!” 

He moans as he pulls his tongue out of your wet hole and stares up at you. “Stop what, honey?” he asks, smiling at your blissful expression. “You wanted this, didn’t you? To repay me?”

His thumb finds your clit and begins slowly rubbing it, relishing the way you squirm for him. “Well, now you can.” 

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[forever-rogue]

Hmm. You and Eddie having a running gag where he proposes to you in restaurants for free desert but one day it’s not a joke anymore and he’s really asking 💍 🫢

AN | I adore this concept and hope I did it justice! Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.9k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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You were about to say something to Eddie, leaning across the table, immediately getting lost in those big brown eyes like you had a million times before. But before any words could make it out of your mouth, a loud burst of cheering and applause interrupted you. Both of you turned to look at the sudden commotion and your heart immediately flipped a few times.  

There was a man down on one knee, holding out a box containing a beautiful, ornate ring to a very bored looking woman. Within seconds she switched and was crying, dramatically fanning at her eyes before shouting a loud yes and eagerly grabbing the ring out of the box. You exchanged a look with Eddie, who playfully rolled his eyes as you giggled. 

After a few moments, when everything settled down you spied the waiter bringing out what appeared to be a very fancy dessert that was allegedly compliments of the restaurant. You motioned your head in their direction so Eddie would look; you clocked the amused little expression. 

“So, I’m like totally certain they’re going to be divorced within a year if they even make it to the wedding,” you whispered so only he could hear, “but that dessert looks fantastic.”

“And free,” he joked, “what’s better than that? I’m curious though, why don’t you think they’ll make it?”

“It’s obvious,” you stated as he shook his head in amusement, “look at the body language, he’s clearly older, and she’s barely said anything, he’s the one doing all the talking. Plus, when he asked the question, she didn’t go to hug him, she just grabbed the ring. Tell me you’re in it for the money without telling me.”

“Ahhh,” he watched with a tender expression on his face that you missed from your little spy session, “very observant of you, my smart girl.”

“Could never be me,” you shook your head before grabbing your wine and finishing the glass. 

“Oh?” Eddie teased, his pretty pink lips quirked into a dopey grin, “you aren’t dating me for my money?”

“Sorry rockstar,” you nudged his foot with yours before beaming at him, “I’m only with you because I love and adore you.”

“Damn,” he sighed dramatically, “here I was thinking if I was in a semi-popular local rock band I’d have you all over me for material things.”

“Nah,” you couldn’t help yourself as you leaned over and kissed his cheek, “all I ever need is you. Besides, marriage is a sham. You don’t need to be married to be happy…all you really need is love, ya know?”

“Totally,” he agreed, his mind already reeling with a thousand different thoughts; all of them started and ended, however, with how much he loved you.

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The first time Eddie Munson asks you to marry him

“Babe,” you hear him before you see him as you stand in front of the full length mirror, looking yourself over. You saw his roguish curls in the mirror behind you as he breathed in sharply, “holy fuck.”

“What?” you turned around and looked down to see if something had happened to your dress, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” he tenderly reached over, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear, "you're just so beautiful - how do you keep getting more beautiful? It's unfair."

"Eddie," your face warmed up as you tried to brush him off. He opened his mouth to say something else but you slapped your hand over it, "I've worn this dress loads! And I look the same as always. So dramatic, honey boy."

The boy in question turned your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, "I said what I said."

"Fine," his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling into his warm frame, "you're getting more and more handsome all the time. Now can we please get going? Otherwise we'll miss our reservation and we've had it for months!"

"Do you trust me?"

“What do you…of course, Eds. More than anyone.”

“Good.”

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It was about halfway through your meal of ridiculously exquisite food and smooth alcohol that you noticed something was off. Eddie’s expression shifted between excitement and nerves and you wondered what he was up to. But you never got the opportunity to ask because your metalhead pushed back his chair and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, black velveteen box.

“Eds…”

“Angel, darling, absolute love of my life,” your eyes widened in surprise as you lightly shook your head in a vain attempt to stop. You should have known better. You should have known that he was still getting down on one knee in front of you, “I love you beyond measure, beyond what I ever thought was possible. You have made me the happiest and luckiest man in the world. There’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. Will you do me the honor of letting me be your husband?”

“Eddie,” you hissed under your breath, acutely aware of the fact that seemingly every eye in the house was trained on the two of you, “what’re you doing?!”

“Trust me.”

“Y-Yes,” you nodded, a grimace that could be mistaken for a nervous smile on your face. At least you really were surprised, “of course I’ll…marry you.”

He grabbed the ring out of the box - that alone left you with a load of questions - and delicately placed it on your ring finger. You laughed nervously as he leaned in to kiss you, a large hand gently cradling your face, “just trust me baby.”

To anyone else it probably looked like a sweet exchange between now fiancees; not him trying to calm you and you trying not to glare daggers. After a few more soft pecks placed on his lips, he sat back down as people around you clapped happily.

“Edward Munson,” you digusised your annoyance with a sticky, sweet smile, “what the fuck?”

“I-”

“For the happy couple,” a waitress magically appeared, holding a plate piled with a delicious dessert and set it down between the two of you, “your meal and everything is on the house this evening. Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” he gave her that stupidly dazzling smile as you suddenly put the pieces together. Once she walked away, he cocked his head to the side and looked at you with a triumphant smile, “I love you, baby.”

“You’re an absolute bastard,” there was no malice behind your words as you grabbed one of the forks, “all of this for a free dessert? Ridiculous man.”

“Yout ridiculous man,” his pretty cheeks were tinged with pink and his doe eyes were glittering with joy. Maybe you did just fall in love with him a little more in that moment, “and in case you didn’t hear her, it’s all on the house. So there you go - we finally got to try the restaurant you wanted and it was free! And all it took was getting fake engaged.”

“Never change, Eddie Munson,” you whispered, clinking your fork against his, “I love you endlessly.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The second time Eddie Munson asks you to marry him

“Baby, baby, baby,” Eddie sang happily as he walked through the front door to the little house you’d made a home. He’d just gotten off work at the body shop, giddy to come home and see his best girl. It amused you sometimes; he still kept his day job, despite his band’s increasing popularity and notoriety. You looked from the bowl of brownie batter you were whipping up and beamed at him. He came over and picked you up before spinning around a few times, “I’ve missed you.”

“Eddie!” you were dizzied and breathless from his affection, “you’re filthy - you’re gonna ruin my new dress!”

“I’ll buy you a hundred new ones,” he promised, setting you down and taking you face in hands. His touch was soft and gentle, despite his rough, calloused fingertips, “my beautiful girl.”

“You better kiss me,” your heart was pitter-pattering wildly as butterflies exploded in your tummy, “if you’re going to keep looking at me like that.”

“Yeah?” a small, hopeful little question.

“Yeah,” so he kissed you, and kissed until you were melding into his body and breathless, “I love you, Eds.”

“Let me take you out,” you bounced on your heels and couldn’t but squeal softly. It’d been a bit since you’d last had a proper date night between your busy schedules, “wanna show off my girl.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You look like you’ve got something to say,” you pointed at him with your fork and Eddie shook his head, the picture of innocence and tranquility. You weren’t buying it for a moment - you knew him better than anyone else, “don’t lie to me. I know you’re up to something, Edward.”

“The full name?” he put his hand on his heart, groaning dramatically, “baby, you wound me.”

“Then tell me.”

“Listen…” he paused, taking a moment to compose himself before nodding, “you’re right - there is something I want to say.”

“Eddie…” the chair legs scraped against the hardwood floor as he stood up and came over to your side of the table. He didn’t have to get all the way down on his knee for you to know what was happening. You couldn’t even be annoyed or made at him, instead you were giggling, hiding your face behind your hand. 

He reached up and gently pulled your hand away, holding it in one of his hands, “sweetheart - you are the light of my life…you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I’m so glad I walked into the record store that afternoon and ran into you - literally. The past few years have been like a dream and I can’t wait to spend the rest of them with you. Angel, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

You were more prepared this time and didn’t miss a beat as you nodded softly. He fumbled in his pocket and displayed that same ring to you, and this time you eagerly held out your hand for him to slip it on, “I’d marry you  a hundred times over.”

The two of you shared a knowing little kiss before reaching down to pull him up your lips, kissing him with a golden intensity. He nudged his nose against yours before whispering, “nice job, sweetheart. We really sold it.”

He kissed the tip of your nose before jokingly bowing and waved to your curious audience before pointing to you. You felt shy at the attention from the other diners and kept your gaze trained on him. You couldn’t deny that the idea of being his wife was…more intoxicating than you’d ever thought. 

“What?” he asked as caught you watching him with heart eyes, “something on my face?”

“No,” you promised, “I just really love you is all.”

“I love you,” a tender, soft spoken statement, dissolved into a wink, “future wife.”

This time around, dessert didn’t soothe your soul nearly as much as the thought of calling Eddie your husband.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The third time Eddie Munson asks you to marry him

“Eddie?” you walked into the small rehearsal space that Corroded Coffin used, eager to see him after a long day. You found him as the last straggler, carefully stowing away his guitar, speaking sweetly to it, which only made you shake your head in adoration. You were head over heels in love with this man, “hello, my love.”

“Hi baby,” he held out his arms and immediately made grabby hands towards you, “cuddles please.”

"Funny," you walked to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, smashing your face into his back, "I was gonna ask you for the same thing."

"Great minds think alike," one of his hands settled on yours, promoting to shy softly, "what's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing at all,” you pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, “just wanted to see you. Wanna go out to dinner? It’s late and it’s been a long week, I’m starving, and…kinda just wanna show off my man.”

“How could I ever say no to you?”

“You don’t. You’ve learned well for the past years, my love!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

There really was nothing better than being with Eddie and getting to be in his magical orbit. It was easy to get lost in him, to fall so deeply entranced that you forgot everything else around you. That was, until of course, he shot you a wink accompanied by a cheeky smile. You knew the drill by now and weren’t phased as he went through the motions of a grand proposal. 

Eddie spoke sweet words to you and while you knew that everything he was saying was true, you couldn’t stop the pang in your heart knowing the proposal wasn’t real. The ring was a silly little thing, a cheap one from the local department store, but that didn’t even really matter. You would have married him with a paper ring. And that’s when it hit you.

You wanted to marry him. You’d always been convinced that marriage was not for you and something you never wanted and yet…here you were. Eddie Munson had changed everything for you. 

In that moment, while he went through the proposal spiel and asked you to marry him, you pretended he meant it when you said yes. Because you did mean it. The free meal and dessert couldn’t hold a candle to your happiness and love for him. But then again, it didn’t hurt either.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

…and the time Eddie Munson asks you to marry him for real

“I have an idea,” Eddie almost jumped on the bed as he came out of the bathroom, pajamas on and hair pulled into a messy bun. You set down your book and turned to him, your own smile matching his enthusiasm. Almost as if he couldn’t stop himself, he kissed you, slow and saccharine, “a brilliant idea.”

“Tell me,” you brushed a few of his unruly curls out of his face before touching his cheek, “if Eddie Munson had an idea, it has to be good.”

“Very funny,” but he was laughing too, “next weekend, let’s take a little trip out of town, just you and I. Whaddya say?”

“What’s the occasion?”

“There is none,” he grinned wolfishly, “just want to spend some quiet time away with my girl.”

“Count me in,” you agreed, your amusement quickly turned into a squeal of surprise as he laid down and pulled you on top of, looking up at you with reverence, “I love you, ya know?”

“That’s good,” he mused softly, “‘cause I’m crazy in love with you.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Have I told you how beautiful you look?” If there was one thing Eddie loved, it was flirting. Flirting with you, in particular and despite how long you’d been together it still made you giggly and shy. You leaned forward on your elbow and looked at him with an eyebrow raised, “because you’re a knockout, baby.”

“Shut up,” a soft, gentle response that made him cheese harder, “besides it’s the dress. The dress you happened to pick out and get for me, dummy.”

“You don’t like it?” his expression turned worried as you shook your head.

“I love it,” you put your hand on his arm, “it’s stunning - thank you for it. This whole weekend…it’s been magical.”

“You deserve it,” he promised and that damned smile made you want to melt into a puddle, “there’s something else you deserve…”

And this time you hadn’t been expecting it. He reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a small box. Your surprise was genuine as he hadn’t done this in a while and you weren’t thinking he would do it during an already over the top luxe weekend. 

He kneeled down in front of you and reached for your hand as you tried to sus out what was going. He exhaled slowly before catching your head and almost chucking at your deer in headlights expression, “baby. I…I don’t know where to start. This went smoother in my mind!”

“Eddie…”

“Every single word I’ve said to you the times I’ve ‘proposed’ have been true and I’ve meant it,” oh. What was going on? He laughed nervously, “and I still mean it. You’re it for me and I’ve been a goner for you since the day we met. I love you beyond measure.”

“Edward.”

“I know we’ve always kind of made fun of marriage and how outdated the whole institution of it is,” the back of eyes started to prickle as you squeeze his hand, “but I’d really like to call you my wife. It has a nice ring to it.”

With that opened a small box and showed you the ring he’d picked out. It was gorgeous and way more than you could have ever dreamed of or asked for. You looked at him as if to say seriously and he nodded sweetly.

“Will you marry me?” it was barely above a whisper, inaudible to everyone else but you, “for real?”

“Yeah?” a few tears rolled down your cheeks which he gently brushed away.

“Yeah baby,” he promised, “I kinda really want to be your husband.”

“Yes, fuck yes,” you barely had a moment to realize what was going on before he was kissing you, sweetly and softly but with every ounce of love behind it. He pulled his lips away from yours for long enough to slip the ring onto your finger, lacing his fingers  through yours, “I love you so much, Eddie.”

“I love you, angel. So much.”

And then he kissed you again and the world all but disappeared, including the clapping restaurant patrons, and all you knew was him. 

Your soon-to-be husband.

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❤️‍🔥Red Wine Supernova❤️‍🔥

pairing: dealer!ellie williams x introverterd(f)reader c.w. smoking, drinking summary: modern college au, dealer!ellie x introverted!(f)reader, slow burn with some sad elements, inspired by Red Wine Supernova by Chapel Roan Parts: 1. I Just Want To Get To Know You 2. Mini Skirt and My Go-Go Boots 3. I Don't Care That You're a Stoner + Epilogue: Falling Into Me a/n: this ones long buckle up

Part Two

Mini Skirt and My Go-Go Boots

Music filled House 03 in each room as the girls got ready for that night's party. Olivia and Ivy share a room, blasting 2000’s pop throwbacks and club hits as they adorned themselves with low rise jeans and sparkles. Phoebe was playing 70s hits from the living room. Her and Daniel in matching bellbottoms, lounging on the couch pregaming already. Sage was in your room, as you struggled to form an outfit. Sitting pretty in her 90’s basement grunge attire, she questioned you about the night before.

Sage: “So she actually came over?! And you smoked with her! Look at you!”

“No, don't look at me! I don't know what to wear!” You say, holding up articles of clothing. “But yeah, she texted me while I was in the bath!”

“Oh, sensual,” Sage said with a wink. Seeing your distressed look she dropped the teasing and turned her attention to your wardrobe which was strewn across your room. 

“What about those white boots! You could go as a go-go dancer!” Sage pointed at a pair of knee high white platform boots. You had only worn them out once but they were practically perfect for a 60’s themed look. 

You picked them up, “okay yeah, but what do I wear them with?” “I dunno, a mini skirt?” Sage said laughing, she left the room to start pregaming and give you space to get ready.

You end up putting on a pink and orange plaid mini dress that fits your curves so perfectly. You opt to have your hair down and natural, pinning back one side behind your ear. A simple eye look to complete the look with a signature 60s line above your eye, in pink of course.  

You stand in front of your full-body mirror inspecting yourself. You are usually confident in your looks but tonight you feel an extra form of confidence. Something about the spontaneity of last night after a grueling finals week. 

“Hey y/n, you're almost ready?!” You hear Ivy shout from down the hall.

“Yeah! Coming!” You grab a cute white shoulder bag and put your go-go boots on. Grabbing your phone, extra lip gloss and taking one more look in the mirror before heading downstairs. 

Your roommates are pregaming in the kitchen when you come down too hoots and hollers about how great you look. You return the girls compliments taking in everyone's looks. Phoebe hands you a shot and a lime and you all take one for the road. The walk to House 09 takes less than 10 minutes. You and Sage take up the rear of the group adventure.

“So are you going to see Ellie tonight?” Sage nudges you in the side playfully 

“I don't know, probably, she said she would be here?” You are looking down to hide your obvious blushing. You had confided in Sage the most about your sexuality. Having come out as bisexual last year you've only had two girlfriends, which didn't end the best. You had a tendency to shut yourself away and you guess that didn't sit right with partners. But you also felt like they never respected your space. You decided to focus on yourself but sometimes, stoned, late at night Sage would get you to confess how lonely you were. You yearned for someone to love you, and for you to love them back.

“Wait, Sage, did you set this up or something like some blind date?” You remembered how Sage introduced Phoebe to Daniel and their relationship was solid. 

“No dude!” Sage chuckled. “I promise, Ellie asked for your number, practically begged for it! And plus she's been dropping off to the house for months now, don't you think I would have set you up sooner if i thought about it?”

Ellie begged for it? Intrusive thoughts of Ellie on her knees looking up at you with those emerald eyes flash through your mind, making your heart skip a beat. You sigh, pushing the perverted thought away. “okay yeah i guess not, I don't know she seems cool, i hardly know her though.” 

“Well get to know her!” Sage jumps ahead of you and turns down the path to H09, music already blaring into the street . You take a breath of air before following your roommates into the loud college party. 

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The next few hours are a blur of colored lights, dance music, and drinking. You don’t drink alot but you are also more familiar with the taste of liquor than smoke. So in the company of your roommates you take another shot and accept a mixed drink from Daniel, the designated bartender for the house. 

“Do you guys want to go dance?” Ivy shouts over the music

You all exchange nods, leaving Phoebe with her boyfriend at the makeshift bar and head to the living room to dance.

Whatever was in your cup tonight let you let loose a little more than usual. You worked up a sweat dancing to hits from the 50s to the 2000’s. Before you know it the room was getting a little too hot and you were a little too out of breath. You gestured to Sage to get her attention,

“I'm going to step out back for some air!” you say fanning yourself, still stepping to the beat

“Okay girl! Do you want company?” Sage responds over the music

“No no keep dancing! I'll find you guys!”

“Dont Irish Goodbye on us again y/n!” Ivy points and dances in your direction. “I'll come find you if you're not back in twenty minutes!” she blows you a kiss.

You laugh, “I won't leave! Promise!” Dancing your way out of the mass of moving bodies you head through the house and out into the back yard. The cool air instantly gives you a sense of relief as the commotion from inside gets muffled by the closing door. You choose to sit on the porch steps, staring up at the sky and you start to look for stars.

 Due to the light pollution you are only able to see a handful of stars at the moment. While you are looking you hear the back door open and close. Glancing over your shoulder you see none other than Ellie step outside, face flushed and hair slightly damp clinging to her neck. She wore a white tank top, blue flannel and blue jeans, the same dirty converse from last night. 

“Oh hey whats up cutie! You made it!” Ellie says when she catches your eye. She fumbles over to you and sits down next to you, letting out a sigh. “Oh my god it's hot in there, yeah?” “Hey, yeah it is” you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. She called you that name again. You both avert your gaze from each other, a beat of awkward silence before Ellie says, “you want to smoke with me?” and pulls out another immaculately rolled joint. 

“Only if you tell me what decade you're supposed to be dressed up as?” you joke, looking her over. Most of the guests had gone all out with their fits. 

Ellie chuckles “Whichever decade that supplies this party with weed.” 

“Sooo 90s?” You say as you watch her face light up as she sparks the joint. 

“Sure let's go with that” she exhales, turning her body towards you, with one leg bent on the deck and the other stretched out down the steps. She leans towards you slightly as she hands you the joint.

“And you are…. No don't tell me…. 70’s?” Ellie guesses as you take a drag from the joint.

You let the smoke out as you giggle, “no! 60’s! I'm wearing go-go boots”  You stick a leg up and gesture to your boots

Before you could think Ellie reaches out and touches your boot, sliding her long fingertips, from the ankle up to the top. “Oh wow, yeah now i see them” flicking her eyes from your leg to make eye contact with you. 

Your ears become hot at the sudden contact and you put your leg back down, take another puff before handing it back. There are those flutterings, they are much lower tonight.

“Wow and you're smoking more tonight! You're like a totally different person than who I met yesterday.” Ellie jokes as she takes the joint and leans back on her other hand. “Miss never goes to parties”, she teases.

Still feeling her gaze on you, you can't bring yourself to look at her so you look back at the night sky, leaning back on your hands. “Don’t get used to it, this is my one outing of the semester.” 

“Yeah me too, honestly.” Ellies tone turns a little serious as she too looks up at the night sky, taking another drag of the joint and using it to point.

“The Big Dipper should be right there, you can see the start of it, but there's too much light to see the rest.”

“Mhmm” you hum, “I wish i could see them all, I could in my hometown.” 

“Yeah me too” Ellie says, “Do you want another hit off this?” 

You look back down and the simple motion of your head moving in space brings your awareness to just how fucked up you are. You know alcohol takes a bit to have an effect but you have also never drank and smoked together. 

“No, thanks, ugh I'm feeling a bit light headed.” you say.

“Oh shit” Ellie puts out the joint and flicks it away, “Do you need some water?” 

“Yeah that would be cool, I just need to catch my breath” You say as cooly as possible.

“Okay stay right here!” Ellie gets up and is gone in a flash,

Your head is spinning and you grab onto the railing for some stability, willing yourself not to throw up in this back yard. Deep breaths in and out help you regain a bit of your strength and feeling. You hear the backdoor open and shut as a few pairs of feet hit the deck. 

“Hey, hey girl you okay?” Sage is next to you with a glass of water, you take and sip it slowly.

“Hey dude yeah, i'm good, I don't know if i'll go back inside though.” 

“Yeah that's understandable, did you smoke too?”

You nod, and take another sip of water. Sage gives you a sympathetic look through her own blood shot eyes.

“I'll walk her home” you hear Ellie say, who you realize had been standing behind you the whole time.  

Sage looks up, “oh yeah, I mean if you don't mind? You cool with that y/n?  

You finish the water and hand your cup back to Sage, “Yeah, you stay Sage, tell Ivy I'm sorry for leaving again”

“Sure babes, and hey it's not an irish goodbye if you say goodbye!” She helps you up and says bye to Ellie and you before going inside. 

“Are you sure you're feeling okay?” Ellie turns to you, a look of worry on her face.

“Yeah I'm feeling better now, I just have never smoked and drank together before.” 

Ellie laughs, “damn what are you a virgin too?” 

Such a direct joke caught you off guard, “uh no, i'm not.” you say defensively, turning away feeling your cheeks flush.

“I'm kidding, I promise! Sorry, come on let's get you home hun”

You curse yourself for being so quick to defend yourself, you were actually quite experienced, at least with your own body. You just didn't know exactly how to express that to your partners. 

Ellie led you out the back garden gate holding it open for you, you felt her hand cup the small of your back as she guided you to the sidewalk. You let her hand rest on your waist as her warmth warms you up in the cool night air. 

“Are you going to go back to the party?” You ask, breaking the silence.

“Nah probably not, i dont really hang out with a lot of people. I just go to sell.” Ellie responds matter of factly. 

“What about your roommate?”

“Oh Dina? She’s with Jessie, I love hanging out with them but I have the dorm all to myself tonight!” She gives you that stupid sideways grin again

You smile back at her before looking forward, feeling a bit nervous realizing how close you two were walking. Her hand still on the small of your back, and her index finger tracing small circles, like she was nervous too. 

You walk the rest of the block in silence and she walks up to your front door, stepping away from you before saying, “You sure you're okay to be left alone? I feel like I need to see you drink another glass of water.” 

Maybe it was the joint, maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the feeling deep inside of you wishing for someone to be close to you again. You missed her warmth. Either way you find yourself answering before thinking

“You could just come in? I'll drink a glass of water to prove I'm good!” You hold a hand to your chest like making a royal promise. 

Ellie chuckles, scratching the back of her neck and looking down, “Oh shit, yeah sure, I’ll come in” Did you just make her nervous?

“Cool” You say, fishing your keys out of your purse. You enter the house, flipping on a few lights and tossing your bag on the table. 

“I have to get out of my shoes first!” you exclaim, taking a seat, suddenly out of breath again.

“Here allow me!” Ellie says, skipping to your side and kneeling down, before you could protest she has your right leg in her hands, inspecting for a zipper. “It's on the inside” you laugh at her willingness for chivalry, pointing at the zipper on the inside of your ankle.

“Inside huh?” Ellie said in a tone that made your stomach flip. She finds the zipper, pulls down and slides the boot off your leg. Revealing fuzzy pink socks adorned with a Kirby embroidered at the top. Holy shit you forgot you had those socks on?!

“Oh my god Kirby!” Ellie laughs, “I didn't know what socks to expect but i dont think these were it.”

“What's wrong with kirby?” You counter teasingly, the alcohol giving you some courage post sock reveal.

“Nothing! I just feel like i'm finding out little crumbs of information about you”, Ellie laughs again, “You're like a puzzle, or a riddle? I just want to get to know you.” she looks you in the eyes when she says that. 

That last sentence felt so personal. You sat back in silence as Ellie removed your other shoe, revealing a second, pink kirby sock. She looks up at you and you realize she's on her knees, in front of you. Did you dream this into reality? How did such a pretty girl just fall into your life like this? You almost lose yourself in her eyes before she speaks again.

“You still gotta drink water for me, pretty girl.” 

You nod, as she rises from the floor and looks around for the kitchen. Rising too and guiding her in the dim lit kitchen you grab a glass of water and return to stand in front of her to drink it. Finishing strong with a sigh and a smile, you set the glass down on the counter and turn to her.

“All done” you say

“Good girl” Ellie says with a smirk, staring into your eyes. Your stomach does a flip again, she is way too comfortable calling you pet names. 

Like magnets the two of you slide closer until you are inches away from each other in the dim kitchen light. Both of your breaths hitch as you watch Ellie's eyes dart from your eyes, to your lips, and back up. You swear you could stare at her like this for hours, but you wanted nothing more than to closet the space between you two.

*DING DING*

The ring of Ellies phone sounds off in her pockets, startling both of you away from the tension boiling between you. 

“Ah fuck what now” Ellie says under her breath. She quickly checks her phone and lets out a frustrated sigh. “Fuckers need more weed at the party. I should probably let you get your beauty sleep huh?” She says, shoving her phone back in her pocket.

You involuntarily let out a yawn as she makes the suggestion and you hide your face from her gaze. Partially from the yawn, mostly to hide your disappointment “yeah, I should probably sleep this buzz off, I'll walk you out?” 

“Sure thing” she says.

You both head for the door, Ellie lingers a bit, swaying side to side before saying bye and dipping fast down the steps. You say bye and close the door behind her. Stealing yourself upstairs to take off your makeup and outfit. A quick self care routine later and you are passed out in bed.

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Ellie lights a joint in frustration as she walks out of H09. She really didn't want to go back there but ended up staying another hour because Jessie and Dina guilted her into drinking more. Thoughts of you swirl in the girl's head as she makes the walk to her dorm. Your eyes, your legs, your lips, your kirby socks. Ellie laughs to herself, and pulls out her phone. 

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You wake up the next morning with a headache. Checking the time on your phone you're shocked to see you slept in until 11!

You have a few unread messages:

Ellie: want to meet for coffee? Ivy: I made pancakes! Sage: how can you have so much energy all the time? Be right ther Olivia: shhh sleeping

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“Meet for coffee??” Sage said, mouth full of pancake. You and your roommates are sitting around the kitchen eating room-temperature pancakes and discussing the night before. 

“That's what she said?!” you say, pouring some syrup over your breakfast.

“Well are you gonna go?” Ivy asks from the pantry

“I mean, yeah? I should, right?” “Only if you want to girl” Olivia say beside you

“Oh she wants to” Sage says with wink in your direction

“I do!” You say blushing, “I'm just nervous! The last times we interacted were so spontaneous. And this is like, she's asking me out!” 

“It's just coffee babes you'll be okay! Its casual” Olivia says with a reassuring rub on your back

You smile at your roomates as you pick your phone up, responding to Ellie

y/n: “Okay :) when?”

30 seconds later you receive a text;

Ellie: “Sweet :), 1pm at the cafe?”

y/n: “I'll see you there!” 

You smile at your phone for sec before your roomates all join in on a group “oooooooooo” 

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1pm comes fast. After breakfast you help clean then retire to your room to shower and get ready. It's a little chilly out this morning so you opt for a chunky sweater, comfortable wide leg pants, and sneakers. After checking yourself in your mirror and in Sage’s mirror, with her approval and luck, you head out the door. 

The walk to the cafe felt like it took forever. You become hyper aware of yourself, your outfit, anxieties bubbling up in your mind as you try to stay calm. You round a corner and can see the cafe now, and something in you stops you in your tracks. 

Memories of your past relationships flash in your mind. How hurt you were, how misunderstood you felt. Being lonely was familiar but it always stung when someone left your life. You will yourself to take a chance, your roommate’s comment in your mind for comfort. You’re just meeting for coffee, it's casual. With a deep breath, trying to gain some confidence you continue forward. You open the door to the cafe stepping in, warm cinnamon and coffee bean scents fill the air while a lofi beats track plays over the speakers. You look around and it takes you just a moment to find Ellie sitting at a table in the corner. She has a baseball cap on, looking down so she didn't see you come in. 

You take in her appearance while walking over. She's manspreading comfortably in dark green cargos, a gray t-shirt, a black zip up hoodie and black converse. You knock lightly on the table to get her attention, startling Ellie who shoots up, almost knocking her chair over behind her. 

“Hi there” you say sweetly

“Oh y/n! Morning! Er afternoon, hey” She composes her surprise and smiles at you to sit down. “I got you a coffee!” 

You realize there are two coffee cups in front of you on the table. Ellie slides one over and you see your order written on the side in black ink. Medium mocha, with half chocolate. She remembered? 

“Oh wow thank you! Do I owe you anything?” you ask, accepting the drink.

“Of course not,” Ellie says leaning back, “I just made it before I finished my shift.” 

You take a sip of your coffee, and set it down, taking in the girl sitting before you. You realize that Ellie looks exceptionally tired, she has bags under her eyes and her lips are slightly crusty. She seemed to have energy, although that must be from the caffeine she's been having throughout her shift. 

“Did you have a good night?” Ellie asks, breaking your fantasy

“Oh! Yeah, i just passed out after you left and slept so long” You laugh, trying to hold eye contact. 

“Good you got your sleep, I wish I did, i forgot I worked this morning and got woken up by my boss calling me” Ellie sighs and sips her coffee

“Oh shit, we don't have to hang out if you're tired?” You say, secretly wanting to invite her back to yours to cuddle up and watch movies. But your body does not allow the thought to come out.

“No! I want to hang out! I actually wanted to show you something, if you're down?” Ellie asks

So many thoughts fill your mind with what this thing could be. Your curiosity is endless and quickly leads to images of Ellie pulling toys out of her backpack. 

“Yeah sure, I'm not doing anything today” You say, leaning forward on your hand with your elbow on the table. Searching Ellies expression for any sign of what her intentions were. 

Ellie just gives you a big grin and leans forward too, flashing her eyes from yours, to your lips, and back up. Instantly you're reminded of last night, you hadn't even thought about your almost kiss in the shadows of your kitchen. You feel your ears going hot and instinctually pull back to drink your coffee, hoping your eyes didn't display any of your shock from the memory. 

“Sounds good, if you're ready we can head out” Ellie suggests, keeping her eyes on you.

You nod and swallow, “sure, ya” you say, your voice a little quieter. 

Ellie rises from her seat, grabbing her coffee, waits for you to rise and follows you out of the cafe. “Here follow me!” she says when you two are outside, pointing behind her. You skip up to her side and follow her through campus. Making small talk, asking each other about your coffees & the weather. You realize that Ellie is leading you into the College neighborhood, the street that you live on. 

“You want to show me the street I live on?” You ask, laughing because as far as you know, this street is a Dead End. And you have been to that dead end. Maybe she was bringing you to a house? 

“I mean yes? And no, we are going to the end, there's a spot over there.” Ellie says, taking another sip of her coffee

You were pretty sure the dead end was fenced off with a thick forest behind it. Not being very adventurous you had never thought to explore past it. You and Ellie walk the length of the block, passing other college students. You approach the end of the street, the sidewalk seemingly ends and you wait to see what Ellie will do. 

She turns around to face you, “Do you trust me?” 

“I have no reason not to you” you giggle, “you're not going to murder me are you?”

“No! Oh my god, come on, this way” Ellie smirks and nods her head to the side of the street. 

House 10 was the last house on the street, and there was a thick hedge that ran the length of the house and the fence. Ellie walks you over and the perspective change reveals about two feet between the hedge and the fence. Ellie slips into the gap and takes a few steps before making sure you are following. You're right behind her, and comment “there are no spiders right?”

Ellie laughs, “dont worry ill scare them off. It's not too far.”

You walk maybe 10 feet between the hedge and fence before Ellie stops and crouches down. Ducking through a large hole in the chainlink fence and popping up on the other side to face you. “Here hand me your coffee!” she says, sticking a hand through the hole. 

You hand her your coffee and crouch down to do the same, almost slipping on a few leaves on the ground. 

“You good? Here you go” Ellie hands your coffee back and says “i promise its not far now, just through there.'' She walks into the forest. There's a makeshift trail probably formed by other students exploring back here, and you follow her for a few minutes. Listening to the sounds of birds and wind through the trees, you start to hear the sound of running water. The trail winds around, sunlight flashing through the leaves onto Ellies auburn hair. You can't help but get lost in her figure. Your mind trailing off to things too embarrassing to say, you have no idea how long you've been walking. Ellie turns around flashing you a smile, breaking you away from your bedroom thoughts.

“Its just up here! Come on!” She picks up a bit of pace, excitement getting the best of her. 

You follow her around another corner and see a pretty amazing sight. Large concrete structures from half of a building, overgrown with vines and graffiti painting the crumbling walls. There are steps leading up to a large concrete platform with two walls in the back. You take a sec to take it all in, Ellie bounds up the steps, turns to you and puts her arms out framing the scene.

“Ta-daaaaa! What do you think?”

“This place is so cool!” You say, following her up the steps and looking more closely at the graffiti. You read “smoke em if you got em”, & “JC’11” probably from a Jackson College graduate. One catches your eye, it's smaller and closer to the ground. A black heart with red lettering that says “girls kissing girls”. 

“Ya, right.” Ellie looks around with you at “her” spot -atleast she likes to think she's claimed it. “I found it a few months ago, I come here pretty often but don't really bring anyone. I don't want everyone to know about it.”

“Yea i can understand, its peaceful out here” you respond, focusing your attention back on her

“And you haven't seen the best part!” Ellie walks across the platform to the other side, where the other wall is missing. You follow her and realize that the water you heard had gotten a bit louder since you tuned into it. As you approach the opening in the wall you are perplexed with the beauty you see. A small waterfall cascades over moss covered rocks, flowing into a stream only a few feet wide and away into the forest. All the stars aligned for the sun to shine the most on this spot in the forest. The foliage was lush, moss covered all surfaces, and tiny flowers and mushrooms dotted the scene. 

“Yeah, it's pretty great, my own secret hiding spot.” Ellie beams, stretching her arms behind her head, trying to be as casual as possible. 

You looked in awe at the scene and Ellie looks in awe at you. Taking in your features, your soft lips, your beautiful skin. She wished she could capture this image of you forever in her mind. Never had she taken someone here before, but as soon as she met you, she wanted you here, with her. And there wasn't anything she wanted to do more than to kiss you.

“This is so beautiful” you say, “want to sit down?” You say turning to her, blushing at the strong eye contact youre met with.

Instinctually Ellie takes off her hoodie, stepping back and setting it down on the ground for you and her to sit on. You are able to see a large tattoo on her forearm, looks like a fern? You both position yourselves on the makeshift blanket, with your legs hanging over the side of the ledge. 

“Do you want to smoke? I haven't since before my shift.” Ellie says after a moment of silence. 

“Oh yeah, sure! But if you keep smoking me out and buying me coffee i'm going to have to make it up to you!” You say with a smirk, playfully nudging her with your elbow.

“I'll take whatever you give me,” Ellie says as she takes out a joint box from her pocket. Butterflies flutter in your stomach at the possibilities of what your ‘repayment’ could be. 

You take the lit joint from Ellie and you two make small talk about the graffiti and nature surrounding you. Conversations turn more personal when you ask Ellie about her family. You learn of Joel, and the farm back home where Ellie spent most of her time shying away with her journal and guitar. Ellie spoke about coming out to Joel in highschool and how he was one of the only people who supported her through it. Her hometown wasn't the most accepting so she did not have many friends let alone relationships. You share your life too, realizing that you and Ellie have more things in common than you thought. Your family came around after a year or so of coming out but you only ‘came out’ to friends and the public when you moved to college. You had a boyfriend in highschool that ended badly and 1.5 relationships with girls since coming out. You say 1.5 because the first one was really a situationship that ended with the girl deciding she was straight. 

At this point the joint was dead and tossed in the brush. The sun was drifting behind the trees, casting a cool hue across the forest. 

Ellie and you listen to the stream in comfortable silence for a second. The joint is settling in nicely and bringing all your hidden thoughts to the surface. You wanted to kiss her, touch her. Your fingers are a mere centimeters from each other and you could feel the electricity through your whole body. 

Suddenly Ellie takes a breath, like she had been holding hers for a second. “CanIaskyousomething?” she says, in almost all one word. 

You turn your body to her, leaning forward slightly on your arm. “Anything” you say.

“I know… i know we just met, but, you’re really pretty and I was just wondering… canikissyou?

She rushes the last part but you hear clearly and your heart skips a beat. Ellie turns to look at you, searching your face for anything you're feeling. 

You're lost in her eyes again, your mind screaming yes but all you can do is nod at her, doe eyed and longing to feel her warmth.

Ellie breathes in looking at your lips before she leans forward, cradling your face in her hands and setting her lips on yours. The kiss is hot, passionate, slow but needy as your combined lust mixes together right there in the forest.  You feel like hours have gone by before you separate, looking into eachothers eyes, a line of spit connecting both your lips. Ellie looks like she's even higher than the joint made her and you can't help but giggle a little before going in for a second kiss. This time your hands go for her, brushing through her hair and grabbing at the nape of her neck. 

Separating for the second time ellie breathes, “wow, that was… wow”

You hum in approval, untangling your hand from her hair and resting it on your leg. You're both breathing a little heavy, lips tingling and palms sweaty. 

Ellie feels a buzz on her thigh and pulls out her phone to a string of texts, all from buyers hoping to make their Saturdays better.

“Ah fuck, im sorry, i wish we could stay here longer but, work calls…” She says with a sigh. She wishes she could stay here all day with you but Ellie was a business woman, plus she had been saving up for a few things and was so close to meeting her goal. 

You laugh, wanting to stay with her too, but you are getting hungry, probably from the joint. “That's okay, will you walk me back to the house?”

“Of course doll” Ellie says with a smile, making your already hot face burn with desire. You both stand and after grabbing her hoodie and coffee, without asking Ellie grabs your hand and begins to lead you back out of the forest. 

You walk hand in hand down the street in comfortable silence. The touch shared between you said more than you two could manage at the moment. You are submerged in your feelings and barely notice you getting to the walkway in front of your house. 

Ellie stops and turns to face you. Giving you a kiss on the back of the hand she says, “have a great day beautiful, i'll be thinking of you.”

You linger your hand in hers for a moment, blushing, mind blank but you know you need to respond. “Thanks for today Ellie, i'll talk to you soon.”

You start backing up the walkway, both of you not wanting to separate from each other's gaze. You both give one last little wave and you turn to walk into the house. 

Sage greets you from the couch, seeing the look on your face she jumps up and runs to hug you in excitement. Bringing you over to sit with her as you tell her about your time with Ellie. You feel this could be the beginning of something beautiful. Although hesitant to get close to someone again, you feel right with Ellie. You can’t help but imagine what life would be like with her. 

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a/n: AHHHHHHHHH thank u sm for the love :3 I'm actually so excited for part 3... might even open submissions for other fandoms? idk I'm just having fun! Tag List: @vqxen @bready101 @sourgummywormsss @a-little-bit-of-everybody

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g!p yujin x fem reader where they are bffs which yujin has a long time crush on you and has been eye-ing you for a long time.... and eventually you guys became fwb 🤷🏼‍♀️

okok but what if you’ve known of her little crush on you for a while? bcs to be fair, yujin wouldn’t make too much of an effort to hide her feelings! she’s hot and she knows what she wants, which just so happens to be you, her bff 😋 you’ve always seen the way she looks at you, especially whenever you twirled around in your room trying out a variety of outfits for her,, and yujin is the worst when it comes to hiding her boner good god,, it's like she wants you to see how much you turn her on 😳😳 she sits on your bed, leans back on her hands and rakes her eyes all over your figure while you show off! typical bffs activity, right?

"what do you think about this one, yujin-ah? we're matching!" doing a quick little spin, you gave yujin a great view of what was underneath your pastel pink miniskirt and that did not help her little situation at all! she had the same miniskirt on where her very obvious boner showed,, yujinnie not being able to withstand the lack of relief anymore and suddenly pulling you to her lap,, her nearly moaning at the feeling of your ass being so perfectly placed against her throbbing dick against your ass,, "let's take a photo." she says as if she didn't want to do anything but rail you at that moment 😩

her sneaking a hand underneath your skirt after she's done taking a cute lil pic,, "you oughta dress like this more, (y/n)... you're so pretty." ofc yujin has always said that a lot but there was this certain tone to her voice that suggested that that compliment was all but platonic... so you turned to face her, and we all know she won't waste any time and put her hands on your ass,, gently squeezing your cheeks while looking up at you with shiny eyes,, she will not stop you from kissing her all over her face and her neck ehehjdjdh her little moans omg?? and she couldn't hold back a whimper when you reached down and squeezed her dick through her skirt :((

making her lay on the bed with her back against the headrest, her legs wide open while you took off her undergarments in the slowest way possible 😭 she tells you to hurry up in this small voice that you almost folded but you were a little shit so she wasn't getting what she wanted any time soon :3 yujinnie whining while you kiss her thighs when her cock is right there :(( she almost wanted to just grab your hair and use your mouth as she pleases… but that was an idea for another time 😳

enforcing the yujin-has-a-sensitive-cock agenda today bcs between the amount of time she has been waiting for this plus the way you looked at her while you were bent down with your mouth nearing her dick… yes she would definitely be moaning the moment you start leaving wet, sloppy kisses on her shaft 🤭 “(y/n).. fuck, hurry up…” poor baby was so desperate to cum in your mouth :(( putting your lips over her tip, flicking your tongue over her slit to get a taste of her precum and oh was your best friend delectable… working your mouth on her head while simultaneously jerking her off :(( yujinnie feeling so good that she holds onto your blouse, one hand barely covering up her mouth to contain her sounds bcs we all know yujin is loud 🤭🤭

again… sensitive dick so you don’t even have to take all of her cock inside your mouth before she spilling her cum all over your hands and face :(( yujin being so embarrassed bcs she knew you were just getting started… but hey, you actually liked how fast she came! licking off her cum from your fingers while she stared at you, practically begging for you to continue 🥺🥺

and when i say overwhelming yuj by deepthroating her and edging her?? her shaking her head and saying “pleasepleaseplease” every time you pull your mouth away from her cock to painfully slowly jerk her off :(( you were too much of a tease, yujinnie just wanted to see your pretty face dripping with her cum 😔 but like giving her exactly what she wants after making her suffer for it??? her preparing for another stop but then you practically consume her cock in one go?? the way you expertly worked your mouth on her entire length driving her completely off the edge… her screaming your name as she came 😣💓

and fuck, she hasn’t even recovered but you’ve already straddled her lap, your drenched cunt more than ready to take her in,, “we’re not finished… don’t fall asleep on me now, baby.” and then letting her get a taste of her cum by kissing her… and with how you looked so good in your little outfit, can you really blame yujin for losing her composure and fucking you all day until both of you could barely stay conscious?? 🫣

#ive smut #ive imagines #ive x fem reader #ive x reader #ahn yujin smut #ahn yujin imagines #ahn yujin x fem reader #ahn yujin x reader #yujin smut #yujin x fem reader #yujin x reader #yujin imagines #girl group smut #girl group x fem reader #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #g!p idol #g!p ive #g!p ahn yujin #g!p yujin

[hamiltonaf]

Daddy’s Princess | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Dad!Kylian Mbappé x Mom!Female Reader

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: Angst if you squint but mainly fluff

A/N: Hi my loves. Apologies I’ve been away for so long, I had so much going on but now I’m back. This has been in my drafts for so long, I think it came to a point where I was writing this half asleep. Not proofread, hope you babes enjoy.

Also, you’re more than welcome to send requests .xx

1 year. A year filled with ups and down, but ups for the most of it ever since giving birth to my bundle of joy, Sofia. I couldn’t believe how quickly a whole year has flew by and she’s already one.

The downside of this one year was the harsh break up between Kylian and I just a few weeks after Sophia was born. Post-partum depression was already bad, the break up just made it all worse. Everything was perfectly fine, or so I thought, Kylian was so excited for us to finally be parents and so was I. Little did I know that he wasn’t ready for the odd hours of waking up for feeding or hearing cry’s then having to wake up in a couple of hours for training, plus balancing our relationship, it was apparently all too much for him to handle so he felt the need to sacrifice our relationship to make it easier for him to focus on his career.

He was so used to being an uncle that he didn’t realise that parenting was a whole other ball game. I was willing to reason with him and do all night duties so he can sleep in but unfortunately that wasn’t good enough. Co-parenting isn’t easy.

It really sucks to co-parent because even though Kylian and I have broken up, I still have to see him every weekend when he comes over to spend time with her or he picks her up to take her out for the day. We’re civil, basically acting as if we’re friends, but who are we kidding ? Ever since Sofia was 4 months I’ve noticed Kylian being particularly nice to me, passing compliments, asking me to tag along with him when it’s his turn to spend the day with Sofia, interacting with my socials a lot more…something is cooking.

Unfortunately my pettiness is here to stay, so whenever he’s being ‘overly’ nice, I just brush it off like it’s nothing. It just bothers me that he didn’t try hard enough and think about what I was going through. It was hard when I eventually had to go to work, I was so attached to Sofia that I didn’t want to leave her but I didn’t have much of a choice. The last thing I need to hear whilst I’m depressed is that I wanted to have Kylian’s baby just to get money. Absolute nonsense.

The interesting thing is that even though Kylian isn’t with us everyday of the week 24/7, once Sofia is with her dad she doesn’t want to leave him. She’s so attached to him, funnily enough that she doesn’t even bother crying for me when I’m around.

So since she’s daddy’s little princess, Kylian insisted that we had to have a big first birthday party for her at his place. I went along with it and we both settled on a Disney princess theme.

Kylian had outdone himself, the party was as big and fancy as one would throw when they turn 16. I invited a few people from my side, majority family and a few friends.

Sophia was looking absolutely adorable in a pink puffy dress with a gold crown to top it off. I held Sophia on my hip as I greeted the guests, it’s as if Sophia has a sixth sense that she spotted Kylian approaching us from behind. She immediately started jumping and squealing, eagerly waiting for her dad to carry her. “Is that Princess Sophia ?” He said in shock. I smiled at their interaction as she nodded her head and got shy.

“Come here princess” he held his arms out for her which she happily jumped into his embrace. “My baby looks so cute. Who picked out your dress ?” He pecked her cheek. “Mama” she said as she pointed at me. My heart melted. “Who dresses you better princess ?” I wiggled my brows at her. “Mama” she admitted shyly. “You made daddy sad” he pouted as he faked a cry. Sophia falling for it, she cupped his face and kissed his nose. Catching us both off guard, Kylian and I burst out laughing. “Bubs you’re too cute” I said as I cupped her cheeks with one hand and kissed her cheek. “Doesn’t mama look so beautiful” he said as he looked at Sophia. I suddenly froze. Was not expecting that.

“That’s because mama is a princess” she smiled. “Awww my little pumpkin pie, give mama a kiss” I leaned in and pouted at her, which she gave me a kiss. “Does dad get a kiss from mama too ?” He playfully asked. I gave him a side-eye. Just then our interaction was disrupted when someone hugged be from behind, catching me by surprise. “Darling” a familiar voice said. I turned around and was met by my work friend, Nate. “Oh my god ! Nate ! I’m so glad you could make it” I said as I pulled him in for a hug. Nate is a good friend of mine from work. I believe the crucial thing to mention here is that Nate has a girlfriend, whom which I’m very good friends with as well, unfortunately she couldn’t make it since she was away on a work trip… life of a model.

Kylian hasn’t met him or heard of him up until now. “Nate, I’d like you to meet Kylian, Sophia’s dad and my little princess, Sophia !” I introduced them. “Pleasure to meet you” they shook hands but Kylian didn’t look too pleased. “And look at this girl, beautiful like her mum” he cooed at Sophia. “So I’ve been told” I said proudly. Sophia got shy and cuddled up closer to Kylian. “Anyway let me not take up too much of your time. I’ll meet with the others in the mean time” Nate said with a soft smile and excused himself. It was so obvious that the energy changed in the air, well for me at least.

“I can’t believe you did that” Kylian said. “Excuse me ? Did what ?” I raised a brow in confusion. “Do you really think this is the time and place to bring a lover of yours ? That too to introduce our daughter to ?” He lowered his voice just so I could hear him. “What the…are you okay ? If you don’t know what’s going on, then don’t give me your 2 cents !” I said back. “I know exactly what’s going on. I’m not stupid. Keep him away from Sophia.”

“I- you know what… believe what you want” I rolled my eyes at him. “Let’s go bub” I said as I held my arms out for her. She happily obliged to jump into my arms as we walked away. I can’t believe he got so jealous.

I ended up getting caught up in a conversation with my mum and Fayza, mainly because I had their granddaughter in my arms. I was baffled mid conversation when the topic of discussion was about having another child. Did Kylian not tell them about our break up or are they assuming we’re back together. I didn’t even bother arguing with them to avoid any further drama.

Kylian took me by surprise when he took the initiative to be the MC. Everyone had dropped their conversations to go get seated, while I had to go stand beside Kylian since I had Sophia with me. “Hello everyone and welcome to my baby’s first birthday !” Kylian announced as everyone erupted into cheers, Sophia had joined everyone as she clapped along, making us giggle and look at her in awe.

“This party would not have been possible without you all so thank you to every one of you for coming” he paused as everyone started clapping. He then glanced at me for a brief second before placing a hand on my back and pulling me to stand closer to him. “This party would also not be possible without my (Y/N), who has given me the greatest blessing of being a father. I will forever be thankful for all that you did and continue to do. Thank you for also shaping me into being a better version of myself. Lastly, thank you for helping me out and telling me what Sophia needs when she’s crying” everyone had burst into laughter at his last line.

“So a round of applause for (Y/N) !” He yelled as everyone followed by cheering. He then turned to look at me as he pulled me in for a hug. My heart had completed melted at his speech. More especially when he referred to me as my (Y/N). He released from our hug and kissed my cheek. It’s as if we forgot that we had Sophia in between us, it was only until she said “I love you mama” and kissed my other cheek that I snapped back into reality. “I love you more bubba” I smiled and kissed her cheek.

We then sang for her and cut her cake before everyone was free to mingle and eat. Sophia was actually starting to get crabby I guess with all the attention she was itching to play with the other kids so I accompanied her on the jumping castle. Low-key reliving my childhood through Sophia.

Nate then caught me by surprise when he joined us on the jumping castle, we were laughing more than talking. I guess our laugh was that loud that it caught Kylian’s attention. “Dada jump !” Sophia squealed as soon as she saw Kylian make his way towards us.

She quickly lost interest in jumping in these few minutes that she sprinted into her dads arms. “Tired bubs ?” He asked her softly as she cradled her face into his neck. She shook her head. “Do you want your bottle ?” He asked. She nodded her head. He then gave me a glance as a sign of help. I quickly said goodbye to Nate to help Kylian out.

“Wanna come by mama ?” I cooed. She shook her head as if I was a stranger. I gasped in shock. “You just broke mama’s heart” I faked a cry. Sophia actually started giggling. As we were walking into the house, both our mums spotted us walking together. “Aww where are you taking our baby ?” Fayza cooed. “She’s hungry, (Y/N/N) and I will take care of her” Kylian said. Both of our mums shared a look before moving out of our way.

Once we were inside, it was total peace and silence. Just the three of us, with of course the party happening being a soft background noise. Kylian sat her on the kitchen counter top and was about to make her bottle but I stopped him. “Watch her..I’ll do it” I said with a soft smile. He then kept her occupied by making small talk with her and played a game.

It didn’t take me long to make her bottle. After testing to see if the temperature was fine, I shook the bottle in front of her to see her reaction. “Who do you want to feed you ?” I playfully asked. “Mama !” She squealed. “Now you’re leaving dada for mama ?” Kylian acted offended and faked a cry. In the cutest way possible, she covered her eyes with her tiny hands and the cutest smile on her face. I cradled her in my arms and walked over to the couch to sit down. She held her own bottle and got distracted when Kylian started making faces at her. “Oii stop it” I joked. He then sat down beside me. “Is it a good time to talk now ?” He asked curiously. “Depends on what the topic is” I said as I glanced over.

“It’s about us” he hesitantly answered. I remained silent for a while before speaking up, “Not the perfect timing but I can’t run away from this so you might as well just be frank” I shrugged. “I feel terrible ever since I left you and Soph. It was wrong of me to let you take care of her on your own when you needed me the most. Spending time with the both of you in these last few months have shown what I was missing out on this whole time. I want to be with you every step of the way to take care and watch our little princess grow” he said. I was left speechless. “I know it’s a lot right now, but I obviously wouldn’t have dropped this on you if our feelings weren’t mutual” he smiled softly. “How do you know our feelings are mutual ?” I raised a brow.

“I notice the little things, when you get flustered after I compliment you. Especially earlier when I asked for a kiss until that idiot ruined our moment” he said annoyed. “Wait wait… is this about Nate ?” I furrowed my brows. “No !” He scoffed. “Oh my god. It is ! You’re jealous of him aren’t you ?” I started giggling. “What ? Me.. jealous ? No” he laughed. “Ky, I just know when you’re lying” I shook my head trying to fight back a smile. Sophia finished her bottle and handed it over to me. I then held her upright against my chest to rub her back. “Okay fine. I was triggered to do this sooner. I’ll forever hate myself if I didn’t try to make things right with you. I don’t want to lose my girls. I’ve always loved you and never stopped loving you”

I was taken aback by everything he said. “Why didn’t you come back then ?” I asked. “Because I figured you wouldn’t want me back so soon after I what I did. You didn’t deserve that and I thought I didn’t deserve you, but I couldn’t let you go.. after all I’m still in love with you. So I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me and allow me to have a second chance” he said hopeful. I sighed. “You’re making this harder because I literally see Sophia’s face when you look like that” he broke into a smile. Speaking of Sophia, she fell off to sleep. Sleeping beauty. “You’re lucky you’re her dad” I smiled.

“So you forgive me ?” He broke into a smile. I nodded my head. He was about to make noise until I shushed him and pointed at Sophia. “Oh sorry” he said in a hushed tone. He then pecked Sophia’s forehead then looked at me. “What ?” I asked confused. “You didn’t answer my question from earlier” he grinned. “Which was ?” I raised a brow. “Can daddy get a kiss too ?” He wiggled his brows. “I’m feeling petty so not right now” I grinned. “Ahh chérie just one” he pouted. “Later Kyky” I said as I stood up. He then took Sophia from my arms and carried her. “I think I’ve been tortured enough by how you look every time I see you” he pouted. “Nice try” I then surprised him by pecking his lips. “That was too short” he pouted.

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ɴᴏɪʀ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ʙɪᴍʙᴏ/ɢʏᴀʀᴜ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: None ♡

A/N: My first Spider Noir hc, I hope ya'll like it. For some reason I just want to write about Spider Bimbo/Gyaru! reader all day. I saw this art of him and dayum he is fine af.

Masterlist

You and Noir are total opposites, while he is all black and white, you're pink and every other bright color that you could think of.

Noir was head over heels for you when he first met, he was already thinking about proposing to you and making you his wife. (In my opinion he seems like the guy who wants to settle down and get married.)

This man treats you like a lady. He opens the door for you and lets you go in first, hold your hand while walking down the stairs, even hold your purse for you and will use his coat to cover a puddle for you to walk on so that you don't get your heels dirty. Such a gentlemen.

His nicknames for you are 'Sweetheart' or 'My Lady'

He also loves how nice and sweet you are to everyone around you, that made him fall for you even more.

Noir likes to hold your hand, despite being in public places, he is holding your manicured hand. He also likes to look at your nails, seeing what kind of designs or colors you have on them. He wants to get every detail and also compliments on how you or the nail tech that does your nails in talented.

He likes to give you flowers, it doesn't have to be some kind of holiday or anniversary, he always give you flowers. If he can't get you a bouquet, he'll give you the prettiest flower he spots in a bush.

He doesn't mind you taking or using his hat, if his hat somehow matches what you're wearing, he'll let you wear it. He'll complement on how beautiful you look wearing his hat.

If you ever want to do matching outfits, or both of you have something that matches, he doesn't mind wearing pink or whatever colorful thing you have for him.

Back in his universe everything is back and white, plus the woman would dress like the beauty standards from their time, but Noir finds your style unique, he loves how your style, very much.

He likes to take pictures of you, he has you literally pose in many different poses so that he can get every angle. You are his muse. Back home he had all the pictures he took of you hanged in his walls.

He is the first person to defend you, he doesn't allow any one to disrespect a woman in his presence, specially you. Noir knows that you're smart, but you just have another way of showing it.

Noir gifts you stuff that you like, he pays close attention to your interests. For example, if you like Hello Kitty, he'll go get you something with Hello Kitty on it. A purse, plush, jacket, belt, jewelry, whatever.

He also wants to show off that he could provide for you, like a good husband he wishes to be for you.

After a while of dating, you might engaged. He got a Hello Kitty ring or a pink diamond ring. If you don't want to marry him, that's fine, he just wants to be with you, forever if possible.

Taglist: @sorryi-mtrash, @call-me-nev

#spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #spider noir x fem reader #spider noir x spider bimbo reader #spider noir x spider gyaru #spider noir headcanon #female reader #female y/n #spider bimbo reader #spider bimbo y/n #spider gyaru reader #spider gyaru y/n #spider woman reader #spider woman y/n #aphrodite's writing #aphrodite's headcanons #cereza's writing #cereza's headcanon

[parkerpeter24]

Fake dating because your family is pressuring you into a relationship with tasm Peter?

i didn’t write anything wintry in this? 😭

pairing: tasm!peter x reader

winter blurbs 3.0 ❄️

it was a simple dinner.

one dinner and everything would be over because you would avoid your family for the next two months on the grounds that college was keeping you super busy. it would be easier to tell them that you and peter broke up after

you always opted for the easier way out. why make your life harder. that was the exact reason you decided to ask peter parker to accompany you to the family dinner for your grandma’s 70th birthday. it was going to be a big celebration and rather than having your mom point out that each of your cousin brought someone well-qualified as their dates, you chose the easy way out and asked peter to be your “boyfriend” for one day.

“i will help you with history.” you pleaded, “i’ll cover your lunch for a week.” you bargained again when he seemed hesitant.

peter chuckled, “y/n, do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“i’ve seen you in drama class, peter. you can act. plus you’re smart. they’ll love you!” you sighed, missing the way peter’s cheek turned a shade of light pink.

“shouldn’t it be the opposite?” he raised an eyebrow.

“no, it’s better if they believe i broke your kind, innocent heart and left you.” he couldn’t help but laugh at the way you said that, “please?”

and that’s how you ended up here in your most expensive dress that ran all the way down to your feet, the green of the dress matching your earrings. your hair was neatly put up in a bun and when peter saw you, he forgot to breathe for a moment. you noticed his cheeks heat up this time and gave him a smile.

“uhm, ready to go then?” he mumbled, watching you move across the room to grab your clutch, your platform heels clicking against the floor. he wanted to compliment you on every little detail he noticed about you but all his words died on his tongue, considering how this all was supposed to be fake.

you gave him a nod and walked to him, linking your arm in his, “let’s go flaunt your acting skills.”

barely an hour into the event and you felt like drowning yourself in drinks. your mother and aunt won’t stop investigating you about your and peter’s story and you told them all kinds of crap, however it started to get tense once they cornered peter. he was a nervous wreck, you could tell. your hand was in his, his palm sweaty and cold as your mom kept asking him about his future plans.

the first chance you got to get away from them, you dragged the brunette inside the house, to your old room, “i’m so sorry they did that.”

your heavy sigh was met with silence for a few moments as you noticed peter looking around your room. he admired the sky blue walls and the desk in the corner of your room with all kinds of books, from your academic books to novels you’d read over your school years.

“just twenty minutes more and then we’ll leave.” you promised him, sitting on your bed. peter joined you shortly, sitting beside you. you looked over at him, “i’m really sorry.”

he gave you a pursed smile, “it’s fine. i mean, relatives can be annoying. i’m so glad my aunt doesn’t believe in taking me to our relatives’ place.”

you chuckled, feeling a little at ease, “thanks. i promise your lunch is on me for the whole week.”

he reciprocated your chuckle, “that’s not necessary, y/n.”

you gave him a look of confusion, “no, no. let me. it’s only fair.” you shrugged, “this was our deal. you acted well and i should do my part now.”

peter spoke up after a moment, “i’m not that good of an actor.” he shrugged and you gave him a smile.

“what?” you dragged it out, “you absolutely are!”

“well, maybe i wasn’t acting.” he chuckled and you could sense his nervousness returning.

“but you were really good… my family would never know we’re not dating.” you gave him a smile, “you were good.”

“i wasn’t that good.”

“why do you keep saying that?” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“because i wasn’t acting.” peter blurted out suddenly, making you halt, your eyes fixated on his face.

“you weren’t…?”

he gulped, realising there was no going back now, “i like you- have liked you… for a while now.” that pink colour returned to his cheeks, “and when you asked me to be your date to this party… i honestly didn’t need bribing.”

you chuckled at his nervousness and leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek, “you’re cute.” that didn’t help with peter’s reddening face. he watched you get up– his hand in yours now– and got up himself, “wanna ditch this lame party and go on a real date?”

masterlist

#peter parker #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x you #tasm spiderman #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #winter blurbs 3.0 ❄️

[hotchfiles]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [CHOICELESS HOPE] ❞ — five. harmless.

pairing: hotch x bau!reader. summary: the moment leading up to the kiss, the drumroll, is as good as the kiss itself. it's certainly more innocent. it's completely harmless. or: fbi gala goes wrong. content warnings: canon divergent. emotional cheating (not on reader). angst. right person wrong time. no use of y/n. wet dream with lots of smut on this one btw. i will never proof read anything. word count: 2.3k

previously

hotch is at your door once more, perfectly dressed in his matching black suit and tie, dress shirt impeccably white. it’s tailor fitted to his body as he had recently started to do to all of his suits. you told him once before that it makes him look more mature, but the compliment came with lust in your eyes, that’s all he remembers now whenever he’s wearing them, even if both of you chose to ignore it at the time. 

his cheeks flush bright pink when you open the door and his eyes glance down on you, dark blue dress–almost black. it hugs your body tight, your cleavage is more exposed than what he has seen in years. you gnaw lightly on your bottom lip, trying to contain a chuckle, a laugh. you couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen him blush.

he can feel his cheeks betraying him, but his worries are somewhere else entirely, focusing on trying to clean his mind so the rest of his body wouldn’t fail him too, quite the complicated feat as he was reminded of the dream he had the night before, how sweaty he had woken up because of you.

the annoying squeaking of the bed should’ve been enough proof of the fact the sounds you two were making wouldn’t be concealed. it should be enough to get your senses back in line. it should be enough to remind you both where you were. in a hotel room, working on a case. 

it wasn’t enough, not for hotch, not when you surrendered so easily to his touch, not when your hair was glued to your forehead making you look like a goddess, one he was more than eager to adore. 

he kissed some of your moans away, delighted to be the one causing them from how deep he was slamming his cock in your wet wet wet cunt. wet for him. clit throbbing under his thumb. clenching around him enough to make him whimper in your ear. 

his mind is too far gone, he doesn’t remember how it got to this point finally, but he’s too busy to care, his hands finally able to roam through your bare body with no inhibitions, griping hard on your flesh. there’s no place he would rather be, nothing else he would rather be doing. no one else he would rather have with him. 

chatter begins to fill the room, but he’s the only one to notice it, the female voices shifting his focus while yours was still on him, nails sinking down on his strong shoulders. 

“at least you’re not married to him.” he knows this voice, last time he heard it was in video tapes, frames of happier times, haley.

his body stiffs, you move against him, legs wrapped around his waist, hands grasping his ass and forcing him into you. he moans but looks around the room, trying to understand what’s happening.

why is he hearing haley’s voice? 

“still, right in front of me? not a nice guy move.” and… beth? 

beth. and haley. sitting on a couch? observing you two fucking. 

his head drops in your shoulder, realization running him over like a truck, “this is a fucking nightmare.”

he’s hard when he wakes up, wet with his precum, dizzy and in need of release, he jerks himself off to thoughts of you, even if guilt shreds him apart, the sweat gluing his hair on his forehead as he imagines your lips and your mouth struggling to take him are stronger. 

his plans for the night don’t change even then, it’s why he’s at your door. 

it wasn’t a date after all. you were merely his plus one because your formal invitation got mixed up due to your transfer. it wasn’t a date. sure, you could easily go as any of the others’ plus one, and sure beth was in town and should’ve been his companion for the night. 

but it wasn’t a date. even though the way your dress clinged to your body, the way he could smell your special occasions perfume and the smile you gave him made him wish it was. 

“guess we might get a bigger budget for the bau.” you love when he’s flirty and you hate yourself for it, your heart skips a beat and you feel pathetic, the fact you’re not used to gala events and the heels you have on are way too new for your comfort makes it all that much worse. you take the hand he offers you either way, following him to his car. 

maybe you shouldn’t have let yourself be coerced into going, “well we better, i don’t usually do the whole begging for money thing.” hotch laughs, and as always you’re reminded of how much you love that sound. how special it makes you feel to be the one able to genuinely make him laugh at the most innocuous of things. you grip hard into your bag as he opens the door for you, ever the gentleman. 

you feel like flirting, the words dancing in your tongue, careful i might think this is a date. you don’t, too afraid of ruining it. 

for a second you wonder if he’s still dating. maybe he’s single. maybe it’s finally your time. 

but he keeps his hand far from your thigh in the car and his girlfriend’s name pops up in his phone while he’s setting maps up to help get you both at the damned gala. everything is different and still the very same. you yearn for him and hotch seemingly is always finding ways to run from what you could be. 

the car ride after that is awfully awkward and it’s completely on you. he tries to spark conversation, and usually it wouldn’t be difficult to, you and hotch always talked easily, it came naturally to the both of you. but you felt as if your voice was trapped, the silver necklace on your neck doing nothing but suffocate you. the side glances his eyes served you felt like burning holes in your skin. 

suddenly it’s 2005 and you’re a thirty something year old with a crush, feeling guilty for simply sharing a space with him. as if you would be divinely punished for your thoughts, your feelings, your light touch to his hand or the playful flirting. 

you swallow it down, but the effort you’re making in trying to bury those feelings makes your replies to him come only in hums, nods of your head. hotch gives up trying and decides some music is the ideal to get through the awkwardness, and it isn’t on purpose, really, it just so happens that his 90’s playlist was the last thing he heard. the strong feminine vocals you know well make you laugh. loudly. 

you’re still the one i run to, the one i belong to, the one i want for life

“the one time the white album would’ve saved lives and you’re listening to shania twain.” 

“it’s a 90’s playlist, i didn’t handpick this, alright.” the lyrics should amp up the awkwardness, make it all even more uncomfortable. but it doesn’t. aaron’s laughing and you begin to sing along, as if the words didn’t mean anything, everything, to you and to him. 

it makes the ride go from almost unbearable to fun, he sings with you to the best of his ability while still paying attention to the road and sooner than you both realize his phone buzzes in warning, you are at your destination. 

“this is… huge.” you’re in true awe as you leave the car, now weirdly comfortable to have your arm in his as you enter the venue, you recognize most of the people there, but it’s rare you see them in the same place at once. “and that’s not fbi.” you whisper, head pointing to a congressman.

“you really don’t come to these a lot.” he whispers back right before shaking hands with said congressman, he doesn’t smile, but he is polite and introduces you. luckily the chat doesn’t go for very long. “these events happen so we play nice. then congress may just get us more budget instead of cutting it.” you roll your eyes at him, you know he doesn’t do politics so you’re not sure why he goes to these events. still, you get champagne as a waitress passes by you and you sit at the bau designed table where rossi and strauss already are.

“i heard from your past superior that you don’t usually attend these, i’m glad agent hotchner convinced you.” strauss barely waits for you to get comfortable at the table, you don’t understand why she asked about it and your expression probably spoke for itself. “seniority is important, show these politicians the years of fbi work, make them want to invest more in security, in the fbi and most importantly, in the bau.” you nod slowly, taking your champagne in a mouthful and leaving it at the table, you notice none of the younger members have arrived and it hits you that they probably won’t come. 

you look over for a waiter to get more champagne and see the table assigned to your past unit and remember your unit chief, the cnu chief, begging you to attend the last “fbi fund raiser” and how quickly you denied him because you didn’t want to risk seeing hotch. your cheeks burn.

aaron notices, of course he does, and puts his hand on your thigh and it’s comforting, warm, familiar. “what’s on your mind?” his voice is low, only you can hear, especially with erin and dave flirting on the other side of the table. “champagne?” he asks again when you don’t respond, teasing your very light alcohol tolerance, you finally look up at him and realize how close you both actually are.

his hand still on your thigh. his body lowered down as yours looked up. it feels impossible but he moved in closer, lips almost touching yours, breath mixing with yours. hotch looks at your lips and you look into his eyes. “what are you doing?” your voice is barely a whisper, is lucky that he hears it, but he definitely feels the warmth of you speaking along with the sweet scent of champagne.

“nothing. this is… harmless. we are just… talking.” he’s not a liar. but he is a lawyer at his core. he is good with technicalities. technically you’re just talking. it’s certainly innocent if no lips are touching. 

it could’ve been a minute or three hours but next thing you know there’s a slow song blasting through the speakers and hotch is taking you by the hand, smiling sheepishly like a teenager. you find yourself another champagne, which you gulp down before the waiter can even leave your side.

it’s all too easy, too familiar, his hands on your waist, your head laying on his chest as he leads. exactly like the last time you two danced, he had been waiting for a slow song to be this close, no repercussions, no questions asked. this way he doesn’t have to pick. he doesn’t have to choose. 

of course by now you realize what he’s doing, the same pattern of behavior he did before, how he kept you close knowing he wouldn’t leave haley. except this time you couldn’t leave, you were demanded to be at the bau. you take a deep breath and move your hands to his chest, separating you two and trying to put some sense into your thoughts, the sense that his cologne had drawn out of you. 

hotch tries to talk to you, ask you what’s wrong, but before he can do anything about it you’re headed back to the sitting area and without any manners you simply grab the first empty chair you find and place it around the cnu table, sitting together with your past unit so you wouldn’t deal with aaron for the rest of the night.

you have a fun rest of evening, talking, drinking maybe a tad much for a lightweight, getting teased by your ex coworkers about being a bau hotshot and smiling at any congressperson who appeared at the table, talking about the good work the cnu put at the fbi. 

the night only took a turn when hotch came to tell you he was going home, “i see you’re having fun, a taxi might be better.” he sounds hurt but it’s still spiteful of him, you reply with a simple nod and hold in the tears you’ve been pretending you don’t want to let out for months already. 

lucky for you, rossi watches the whole scene and takes your hand, making sure you don’t stumble on your own shoes–you’re very much drunk–as he leads you out of the venue and into his car. there, well, there you cry. you barely even noticed how strauss was near the whole time or how she’s in the passenger seat. 

rossi is just glad he came driving, only one dose of scotch being his chosen drink for the whole night alongside some water and soda. if he wasn’t you would have to get a ride with someone else or a taxi home. 

the way you were drunk and crying on the back of his car was annoying, sure, especially when he has a date he hopes to take home without the rest of the bau knowing, but he saw you as his kid almost, he had to at least take you home.

and even if you don’t remember. it isn’t the first time you drunkenly cry and speak of hotch to him. and it isn’t like hotch hasn’t done the same. 

at this point it has happened so many times dave might as well do something about it.

#lari writes sometimes #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds x reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch imagine #hotch scenario

[frickingnerd]

fumikage tokoyami with a hyperfeminine girlfriend

pairing: fumikage tokoyami x fem!reader

tags: feminine reader, fluff, established relationship, petnames

tokoyami and you are day and night. light and dark. the sun and the moon. whatever you want to call it

nobody had expected tokoyami would be into someone as girly as you

and nobody had expected you would fall for a boy like tokoyami

yet here you were, happy and in love with each other

just based on your looks alone people would always stare at the two of you. he's wearing all black, while you're wearing all pink

you're a positive and bubbly girl, someone who easily makes friends with everyone around her

and because of it, you often drag your boyfriend to social events and get him to open up to others as well

tokoyami appreciates that you are this outgoing, since it compliments his own personality. he isn't the type to approach someone as naturally as you do

you do tokoyamis make up. you're pretty good at so you give the greatest eyeliner he's ever seen and paint his nails black

in return, tokoyami always lets you borrow his hoodies. they look so big on you and it's amusing to see you in complete black for once, instead of your usual pink dresses

tokoyami will listen to you ramble about fashion while he brushes your hair. you even teach him how to braid it

he'll go shopping with you and lets you pick out some clothes for him. often times you just get him jewelry though - some nice rings and necklaces that compliment his outfits

tokoyami gives you sweet nicknames like "princess" or "angel", while you call him "my dark lord" or "fallen angel"

it was a joke at first but you just kept using those nicknames for him

plus, there is nothing funnier than watching people's faces when you answer the phone with a casual "hello my dark lord" 

#fumikage tokoyami x reader #fumikage tokoyami #fumikage x reader #tokoyami x reader #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #headcanons #female reader #fluff #my hero acedamia #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #tokoyami x female reader #fumikage x female reader #hyperfeminine reader #x reader #x you #x y/n

[stinkygirl009]

could you maybe possibly do darry w a super hyperfem reader and like the gangs reactions n stuff

A/N: STOP I LOVE DOING HYPER!FEM READER!!! THANK YOU FOR THIS AMAZING IDEA<3

Tulsa Princess𝜗𝜚

Darry always adores how y/n would dress, always showing off her outfit with a bright smile. The gang always thought he would get together with a soc but damn, she was spoiled rotten! Wearing her brand-new light pink, expensive button up shirt with lace complimenting the fabric beautifully, along with her signature gold hanging earrings with small diamonds on them. Sure, plenty of people were jealous of y/n, always being the “Princess” around Tulsa, but no one expected her and Darry Curtis were together, Especially the gang! When they first saw her, they thought she was there for tutoring from ponyboy but, low and behold she was looking for her Darry<3

“Hi, don’t mean to interrupt,-“ The soft bubbly voice from Y/n was announced its self into the ears of the boys, where she smiled walking up to the front of the DX, where Steve, Two-bit, Soda, and Dallas where splayed near or leaning against the soda icebox. “But have any of y’all seen Darry around? I went over to Curtis house and no one was there.” She asked curiously. The gang thought she was crazy for walking all the way down to the greasers side of town just to find Darry. She was way too pretty to be walking alone on this side of town, even though it was still a bright Sunday morning she could’ve gotten jumped. “You crazy or somethin’?” Steve blurted out, soon to be nudged by Soda to stop him from running his mouth. Y/n gave a small laugh, For someone as pretty as her she’s one tough girl to not be afraid of the males that were in front of her. “Hey, Sorry for the bad manners!” Soda said apologized and grabbing a small dirty towel off the icebox trying to wipe away the oil grease off his stained hands. “What’s the reason you’re lookin’ for him?” Ponyboy asked almost shyly. “Well, he forgot his ring last night, jus’ wanted to give it back to him incase he was lookin for it.” The girl explained with a smile remaining on her face, ponyboy took in what she looked like, her hair styling a lace ribbon tied in a bow and her hair curled, he noticed she wearing a long skirt she would normally wear to school, with a light pink blouse with a small white cardigan and wearing ankle high socks with the lace pinched at the top with her Oxford black and white shoes. And damn she was gorgeous. She noticed Dallas was eyeing her up and down with a slight smirk on his face. (of course he wasn’t actually gonna try to get with one of his friends supposed girlfriend, for all he knows she could be a hookup-)

“Watcha’ doin’ here, Sweetheart?” Darry said walking out the front door of the DX The guys turned to see the voice of Darry seeing his face smiling at the pretty girl. Her eyes lit up when her eyes fell on him and her lips tugging into a smile. “Hi,” Y/n said walking up to him and going up the small steps and looking up at him, “You forgot this.” She said and opened her small bag and looked through it to find his ring and placed it in his open hand once she found it. He look down to look at what she gave him. “Shit, I forgot again?” He lifted it up and groaned at himself thankful that you had it instead of someone else, plus she knew how important that ring was to him, his father passing it down to him before he got killed.

“Third time, Darry!” She said, “think you need to put it around a chain when you take it off next time.” He looked up at her and sighed with a smile on his face. “Next time I won’t forget it, doll.” She smiled and pushed back a small strand of hair behind her ear. “Good.” She smiled and he leaned down to give her a sweet but short kiss. “You got your blade on ya’?” He asked making sure she would be alright on her own. “Yup, I got it with me.” She said and gave him one last kiss on the cheek before they both say a quick goodbye and letting him get back to work trying not to take too much of his time. She started walking back on the path she was walking on before quickly stoping and turning around. “It was nice to meet you guys!” And gave a small wave and continued. Everyone gave her a small smile, and Soda tilting his hat down to her as a bye.

“Since when did you get together with the ‘princess’?” Dallas joked.

#fypage #stinkgirl009’s silly little writing<3 #x reader #x y/n #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #darry curtis #darry curtis x reader #darry curtis imagine #the outsiders darry #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #johnny cade imagine #johnny cade x reader #fypppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

DRABBLE: WHERE HE TAKES YOU FOR YOUR V-DAY DATE 🥰💘💌 (JJK) (18+) (For Black!Fem!Readers)

*DISCLAIMER: All characters mentioned in this work are over the age of 18.

Writer's Note: I decided to post something early for V-Day. Enjoy! -Jazz

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ITADORI (Carnival Date) 

SFW 

Yuji loves to have fun, so it only makes sense that he takes to one of the best places on Earth. 

No, not Disney World. A college student don’t got money like that.

So Yuji decided on the next best thing when he heard that the carnival was going to be in town specifically for Valentine’s Day. He had asked you to go in January, a month before, by surprising you with a box of chocolates.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” he excitedly exclaimed, giving you that big, gigawatt, Yuji Itadori grin that never fails to brighten your day. “Thank you, baby,” you giggled, taking the chocolates. “But it isn’t Valentine’s Day for another month.” 

Yuji’s smile faded, replaced with the expression a child would make with his hand caught in the cookie jar and then a blush that makes you feel feral for your boyfriend.

“I know,” he bashfully said. “I just got excited. Plus, there’s a surprise in there. I clipped the thorns off, so you won’t get pricked!” You laughed and did as he instructed, carefully dipping your hand into the bouquet. Your fingers latch around paper and you pull out a sheet of paper with two tickets on it. “Two tickets to the carnival?” you gasped. 

He nods, running hand through his spiked, pink hair. “I figured it’d be the perfect date, y’know? Fun and romantic, for the two of us…i-if you wanna go, that is.” He gets that shy smile again that seems to always drive you insane and you kissed him as an answer, wrapping your arms tight around him. 

When Valentine’s Day finally arrives, Yuji makes sure he finishes all of his work for college courses before picking you up after your shift at work in his car. You changed in the bathroom before hand and Yuji has never seen anyone look so good in a dress and jacket before. His eyes roam over your legs, hair, and face, becoming overwhelmed by your beauty. “Wow,” he gasps. “You look amazing.” 

You smile at the compliment, giving him a hug in greeting. “Thanks,” you giggle. “I wore it for you.” Yuji nearly melts, especially at the scent of your perfume. It’s just as sweet as you, his baby. After opening the car door for you and putting your work bag in the backseat, Yuji hops in and drives off towards the carnival which is packed with couples and single friends for the night. Once you get there and get through security, you and Yuji walk side by side among the many food stands, games, rides, and glittering carnival lights. 

“So,” you start, noticing how close your hands are at the same time as Yuji. You inch closer, interlacing your fingers together as you take his hand into yours. "Where here to first?” you ask with a smile that nearly stops Yuji’s thought process. He smiles back, shrugging. “Anywhere you want.” 

So you go everywhere. You drag Yuji to a haunted house where you both snuffle together in a cart, too occupied with kissing and touching to focus on the screams and impressive, ghostly attractions popping up everywhere. Yuji starts to pop a hard-on being so close to you and feeling your lips on his, but it’s dark enough where he has time to will it down before the ride ends. He then drags you over to a slingshot attraction where he laughs at your wild screams as you’re both shot dozens of feet off of the air, the chilly wind rushing through your ears. 

You eat everything too: cotton candy; hot dogs; funnel cake; chocolate. You feel like a little kid with Yuji, in the best way. You also play every single game because Yuji is hellbent on getting you an oversized plushie that you’ve had your eye on since you got here. Your man is as athletic as he is stubborn, playing every ring toss game or activity where you hit an object with a ball or a pellet. But he just can’t win. 

“Yuji, you don’t have the play every single of these games,” you giggle as he drags you over to yet another game. This one has to do with a bunch of balloon heads made up to look like clowns that you have to toss a ball at and pop. 

He shakes his head as he passes the host a dollar, having used all of your tokens on food and rides. “Until I win you one of those big ass plushies, I’m not giving up,” he huffs, his eyes burning with defiance and determination. You watch from the sidelines as he begins the game, taking a deep breath before nailing a ball at one of the balloons. 

It pops instantly, making you jump. Yuji pumps his fists in victory, looking like an oversized little kid.

“Did you see that, baby?” he laughs, pointing at the popped balloon. “I decked that damn clown!” You applaud him and stand by his side as the host asks you which plushie you want. You admire all of the cute animals and anime characters there before your eyes land on the oversized plushie.“I’ll take the panda,” you giggle. You turn to Yuji who knowingly laughs at your choice. “It reminds me of someone we know.” 

You also take photos in a photo booth, Yuji carrying everything you bought and won tonight despite you telling him not to. “Let’s take some for the road,” he suggests with a smile, nodding at the booth. “I wanna remember tonight.” 

After putting all of the items on the floor underneath you, you crawl into the small booth with Yuji, nearly sitting on his lap because of how tight and cramped the booth is. After two pictures of you smiling next to each other and then making silly faces, you crawl into Yuji’s lap, unable to contain your happiness or love for him. He looks up at you, confused and starstruck at your sudden action. You then press your glossy lips to his before kissing his chin, his cheeks, his forehead, coating his entire face and neck in pink gloss. 

“Y/N,” he groans, blushing a beet red. You giggle, taking his chin into your hands as you turn to face the camera, your face and ass in the shot as you straddle him. “Smile for the camera, pretty boy,” you purr. A countdown appears on the screen and you smile, preparing yourself. 

“I love you,” he whispers right as the camera flashes. You turn to him and swoon at the adoration in his eyes. You bend down to kiss him as another flash appears, snapping a photo. “I love you too,” you giggle against his soft lips.

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“Y/N, a-are you sure that no one's gonna…oh, shit!” 

You mischievously giggle from your spot on your knees between Yuji’s long legs and muscular thighs that your nails deliciously stroke, causing goosebumps to pimple on his skin in your fingers’ wake. He can only watch as you take his cock deep down your throat as he leans back against the Ferris wheel’s bench, doing his best to not move too much so the box doesn’t swing. 

Maybe it’s a good thing that you’re all the way at the top of the wheel or else someone would definitely see you gagging on his dick like the little slut he loves you as when you’re alone and in the mood. You gasp as you pop off of his cock, his head slipping out from between those plump lips. “No one's gonna find us up here, Yuji,” you giggle. “Unless you’re that loud. Now relax and cum for me. I know you wanna fill up my throat.” 

You go back to work, bobbing your head along his cock that stretches out your tight, wet, sloppy throat that drives Yuji insane. He bites his lip to the point of drawing blood as you begin to fondle his heavy balls too, your fingers massaging them to the point where he is sure he’ll cum. “Fuck, fuck!” he whines. “Baby, please!” His whimpers and soft moans fill the tiny box, his fingers digging into the seat. How are you this fucking hot? 

As you continue to take his cock down your throat like it’s nothing, he can feel himself about to nut, your hot, wet mouth too much to take. “N-No…wanna cum with you! Please don’t let me do it alone, baby!” His begging prompts you to stop, your lips coated in spit and pre-cum. He stares down at you, twitchy and pent-up. “Ride me,” he pleads. “I need to feel you wrapped around me, Y/N, please.” 

Riding him on a Ferris wheel? Who would’ve thought Itadori was so freaky? “Okay, baby, okay,” you coo. “Just keep it down, okay?” He nods as you push your panties to the side and climb on top of him, his big hands grasping your hips and ass the way he needs to. When you finally sink down onto his cock, it takes everything in you to not moan out loud. You have to cover your mouth as you begin to rock your hips into Yuji, riding his dick and rubbing your clit against his pelvis. 

Soon, Yuji can’t take it and begins fucking from beneath you, his hips slamming up into yours with enough force to rock the box, but neither of you care. Not when your gushing, tight pussy feels so good squeezing around him and his cock strokes your walls so well. “Fuck, Yuji, you’re so good!” you gasp into his ear. "Keep fucking me just like that! You’re such a good boy for me!” 

You run your fingers through his hair, gripping onto the pink locks as he gives your ass a smack that nearly makes you bust. “And you’re such a good girl for me,” he groans. “Gonna fill you up so good…make you mine…” You can feel his cock swelling inside of you and you begin to meet his thrusts, slamming yourself down onto him again and again until you both feel that cord inside of you about to snap. 

“Cum with me,” he begs. “Cum with me, baby, please!” He leans up and presses a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to your lips as you both moan into each other’s mouth. It’s a good thing too because when you cum, you’re loud. You can’t help it, especially the way Yuji spurts cum deep inside of you as you gush all over his cock. The feeling is euphoric though very wet. 

After the ride ends, Yuji helps you with your dress and hair while he pulls his pants back up like nothing happened. But the cum that drips down your thighs is a reminder as he helps you off of the Ferris wheel, spent and satisfied. “Thank you for the date, baby,” you giggle. “And your cum.” 

Yuji smirks, a blush coating his cheeks as he wraps an arm possessively around your waist. To anyone else, it just looks like a guy bringing his girl close to him, but they don’t see his hand palming your ass. “Anytime,” he chuckles. “Now we’ll both remember this night.” 

GOJO (Nightclub Date) 

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When the man tells you to put on your sexiest dress, you think it’s for a romantic, luxurious dinner. Not a nightclub! 

You dug out your best, body-hugging, soul-snatching dress for the occasion, thinking your boyfriend would wine and dine you tonight, especially when he picked you up in a limo earlier. But now seeing where you stand, among the mood lights, dancing people, and bar hoppers, you feel like you shouldn’t have stepped out of the house at all. 

Gojo sits beside you in all black––black tee, black jeans, black kicks––with two gold chains hanging from his neck. He smells of expensive cologne and his usual shades just adds to the sex appeal he oozes. 

“Sooo?” he prompts, grinning at you. “You like it?” 

You look around the club, frowning from your section. Gojo rented out a private section away from the prying eyes of the club. It’s a nice section, you will admit, with a curved booth and complimentary water. “Satoru, this is not at all what I dressed for,” you say, disappointed. “I thought you were taking me out to dinner or somewhere more romantic!” 

His smiles fades, replaced with a pout that reminds you of a child. “But this is romantic,” he argues, nodding at the red and pink lights lighting up the place. You roll your eyes. “And they have food here! C’mon, you didn’t even look at the menu yet, babe! And all the drinks are for Valentine’s Day!” He shows you the menu which comes with shrimp cocktails, lemon-pepper wings, and all kinds of cocktails made for the holiday. 

You mumble indifferently to yourself, still unsure. “Yeah, but…” Though this is a fun idea, you want a candlelit dinner and then your back broken out in Gojo’s bed. He must see you struggling to enjoy yourself because he lowers the menu and stares you down across the table, his blue eyes serious. 

“I wanted us to try something new for tonight than just dinner or a movie. Something adventurous. Plus, you’re way too fine to not take out to a club.” 

You flush at the compliment, staring down at your cleavage that you just had to leave out to play tonight. He leans over to cover your hand with his. “Just give it a half an hour and if you’re still uncomfortable,  we can leave,” he promises, his gaze sad and dejected. “Just want us to have a little fun, Y/N. You’ve been workin’ so hard lately.” 

And you have. You’ve been going overtime to make enough extra money for the spring, so for Gojo to notice and want to do something fun for you is so sweet. It makes you feel incredibly guilty. “Okay,” you sigh. He grins at this, excited. “But only for a half an hour,” you pointedly add, jabbing an acrylic nail at him. He nods though there’s a devilishness behind his smile that makes you believe he is planning something to make you think different. 

After you order some Valentine’s Day-inspired drinks and some wings to share, you find yourself sitting thigh to thigh with Gojo, slapping his chest when he whispers something nasty in your ear. When you turn your head, you find several eyes on you, women and men alike. Their gazes are sharp and pointed with envy while some check Gojo out despite you sitting right there. Feeling hot with awareness and anger, you turn away to tell Gojo, but he is already one step ahead of you, having noticed eyes on him since he walked in…but that’s normal for him. 

Unbeknownst to you, you had eyes on you too, admiring your body in your dress and your hair that Gojo will most definitely be yanking on later when he has you bent over his bed and your cunt gushing around him. He slings an arm around the back of the booth behind your head, trapping you between him. 

“They know I’m here with you,” he chuckles, staring at you from over the rim of his glasses. “And they’re sadly mistaken if they think I’m giving this up for a single night with them.” 

He takes your hand and kisses it, filling you with butterflies and tingles. “You’re the only one for me, baby,” he coos. “And I hope this proves it.” His eyes tick to somewhere behind you and you turn, gasping at the sight before you. 

Your bottle girl has returned with your chocolate martinis and wings, but another stands there with a big ass bouquet of a dozen of your favorite flowers, sweet-smelling and colorful. You thank the waitresses as your food is placed before you and you’re given your flowers. “‘Tarou,” you coo, beaming at him. “You really must want some neck later.” 

Gojo smirks suggestively at your words, a hand snaking over your thigh. “Oh, I want way more than that, mama,” he purrs. “But after we get these drinks down.” You each pick up your martinis and he coaxes you to carry the toast. “Too an amazing Valentine’s Day,” you say with a giddy smile. “Cheers!” You clink glasses and share a kiss before downing your first set of drinks for the night. 

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You’re so glad Gojo rented a private section for the occasion because the after-party takes place right after the drinks start kicking in…and only you two are invited. 

And you highly doubt anyone would want to see your boyfriend’s fingers stuffed inside of you, your legs spread wide over the leather seats. “Tarou,” you whimper, your hand clutching his toned forearm. “S-Someone’s gonna see!” Your voice hiccups on the last word, growing high-pitched as his index and middle finger curl inside of you, gliding over that spot that makes the world blurry and your body tingly. 

Gojo chuckles teasingly into your ear as he nips and kisses your neck and collarbone, his body blocking the dance floor from seeing you getting finger-fucked. “Someone will definitely see if you don’t keep it down, baby girl,” he coos. “You’ve got such a cute expression when you’re drunk and horny.” 

He uses his free hand to grip your cheeks, causing them to squish together as you whimper and moan, each sound hidden by the music blasting from the speakers above. You shouldn’t have had so many drinks and you know you only made things worse of yourself by grinding your ass against Gojo on the dance floor moments before. You let out a muffled moan behind your hand as his palm begins to rub against your clit in time with his fingers fucking your pussy. “Who knew two martinis and a couple shots would make you so slutty?” he cackles. “Shit, baby, you’re grippin’ around me so tight! That’s my girl. That’s my good little slut.” 

He starts to move his skilled hand faster, coaxing you to cum all over his fingers and the seat. But you stop him, grabbing his wrist. “Satoru!” you whine, desperate for relief but in private. “Not here, please! I need you to fuck me!” At the desperation in your voice, his fingers pause, still snuggly inside of you. You stare into his blue eyes, willing him to listen to you. “I want you to cum with me,” you whimper. “Want you to fuck this pussy and make this night count. Please, Daddy.” 

‘Please, Daddy.’ That line seems to always work for Gojo. You’re saying the exact same thing when he has you on your back hours later in his silky-soft bed, his cock buried deep inside of you and his hips slamming against yours with enough force to make the bed rock. “Please, Daddy!” you beg. “Please make me cum!” 

Gojo hovers above you, his pretty face looking down at you as he watches your titties bounce and your wet cunt stretch around his cock. “Yeah?” he huffs. “You wanna cum? You wanna cum all over your man’s big fucking dick, baby?” He doesn’t let up with his merciless thrusts, causing you to not only cum uncontrollably around his cock, but to squirt, your juices splashing all over the bed and his lower stomach. It triggers his own orgasm and he pulls out to spray his cum all over your gorgeous tits. 

Panting, you lie on the bed, spent and mouth agape from what you just did. “Aww, mama, you squirted,” he coos, laughing at your embarrassed expression. He suddenly pins your thighs apart and begins to rub your overly-sensitive clit, grinning at your gasps and sobs. “C’mon, gimme another one. C’mon, slutty girl.” 

You babble nonsense and protests, stuck between yes and no as tears begin to dot your lash-line. He notices, still flicking your clit with his thumb. “What? You gonna cry?” You nod frantically, hoping he’ll stop…but Gojo Satoru is an asshole. “Too bad,” he chuckles. “You ain’t gettin’ out of this one, baby. Now cum for me again.” 

And you do, once again squirting all over the bed and in your boyfriend’s mouth as he greedily laps it up. 

NANAMI (Picnic Date)

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Nanami is a pretty low-key guy anyway, so a park date appeals to him when you suggest it. 

Even more so when he gets that surprise the moment he happens upon the park’s grounds with you in tow.  You two walk side by side in your warm, wool trench coats through the snowy park on a starry Valentine’s Day night, your hand hooked through his elbow. The minute his eyes widen behind his spectacles, you smile. 

Before him lies a thick blanket where one picnic basket and a portable speaker playing soft music sits under a canopy of trees. You picked a place secluded from the hiking and running trails, not wanting to be interrupted by anyone. “I figured it’d be better than a fancy dinner date,” you explain with a shy smile. “I didn’t cook. I didn’t really have the time, so I just got some stuff from the grocery store.” 

Nanami still looks like he can’t believe that this is happening or that you did something so sweet for him. He has never celebrated Valentine’s Day with a romantic partner before, so he still isn’t sure what comes with it or what he’s supposed to do, but he knows that he’s enjoying it so far with you. He sits with you on the blanket, feeling slightly awkward and out of place, as you pull out your feast for the romantic dinner. 

He can't help but laugh to himself as you pull out the plastic packs of sandwiches on sesame seed rolls, fruit, a small charcuterie pack to share, and a bottle of wine with two plastic glasses. He picks up the sandwich, examining it. “Ham sandwiches?” he chuckles, raising an eyebrow at you. 

“You love ham sandwiches!” you protest, cutely pouting at him. “With extra mustard.” At this, Nanami’s smile fades and he looks down at the pack. Sure enough, it does have extra mustard which means you’ve been paying close attention to him. Taking his frown for something negative, you scramble to appease him. “W-We can always go somewhere if you want,” you quickly add. 

You can feel your heart drooping in disappointment. You know that the picnic isn’t perfect, but you thought it’d be perfect for Nanami. You just wanted to make him happy. But to your shock and utter relief, he is overjoyed. “No,” he firmly says. “This is perfect. I just haven’t had anyone do this for me before.” He puts the sandwich down and takes your hand, his eyes soft and loving. “Thank you,” he softly says, sounding moved by the sweet gesture. 

Your smile is as beautiful as the twinkling stars above, prompting him to retrieve a small bag from his coat pocket. “I brought a little something along for you too,” he says, a small, sweet smile on his face. “From that bakery where we first met. It’s sentimental, yes, but…” He passes it to you, his cheeks coated in a pink blush that makes him so endearing to you. You love when he gets flustered despite him being such a stoic guy. 

You excitedly open the bag, finding your favorite pastry coated in pink frosting for V-Day in there. 

“Keni,” you coo. “I haven’t had one of these in sooo long!” But as you go to take it out and feast on it first, your finger brushes against a small, white box at the bottom of the bag. You take it out, examining it. 

“What’s this?” you ask, staring at the box. Nanami just smiles at you, taking off his glasses. “Open it,” he coaxes, a twinkle in his gentle eyes. 

You do so, opening the box to reveal a silver chain with a small bottle attached to it. In it are grand of sand. “I know how much you love the beach,” he explains. “That’s one of the things we share with each other. This is so you can always think of me when I’m not there. I’m in that bottle, in every grain of sand there, right against your heart.” You stare at the bottle, your hands beginning to shake as emotion overcomes you. 

Nervous, Nanami begins to think the worst. “Too corny?” he asks. You shake your head and when you look at him, he finds that your eyes are glassy. “No…it’s beautiful.” You close your hand around the bottle charm, kissing it. “I love you, Kento,” you whisper, the words like a prayer answered to Nanami. 

But instead of saying it back, Nanami stands and offers his hand for yours. “Dance with me,” he says instead. You put your hand in his and allow him to pull you onto your feet where he pulls you close against him. There, you begin to sway to the music playing, your head on his chest and his chin resting on the top of your head. “I love you too, my love,” he whispers against your cheek and you smile into his chest, happily whipped.  

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The picnic blanket wasn’t intended for a hot, passionate make-out session, but that’s exactly what it’s used for. 

Only this make-out session is semi-clothed. After downing the whole bottle of wine, both of you are pent up and letting your attraction for each other take over. The pretty skirt you wore is pulled up, your panties down and Nanami’s hand rubbing you between your thighs while he hovers on top of you, his shirt off and your hands gripping his taught ass as he rolls his hips into yours. 

He grinds his clothed, hard cock against your pelvis much to your liking, keening and softly moaning into his mouth as the heat between your legs begins to grow. Noticing how you’re grinding up into him, Nanami pulls away, staring down at you with lustful eyes and lips raw from kissing. “Are you sure you want to?” he asks in a hushed voice. “Out here?” 

You can’t think of a better place to get slutted out than under the stars and in the silent, still park, the music cut off and all sounds ceasing to exist except for a lone owl hooting and your hushed pants and moans. “Yes, Keni,” you whisper, holding his face in your hands to bring him closer. He looks so beautiful above you, the stars and inky black sky a backdrop behind him. “I trust you. I don’t care who sees us. Let everyone know that I’m yours.” 

Nanami doesn’t need any other confirmation to tell him that you’re absolutely certain about or ready to do this. “And I’m yours,” he replies before pressing a kiss to your lips…and then sinking his cock deep inside of you when you shrug his pants down to his free it. You moan into each other’s mouths as his dick sinks between your silky, wet walls, trapping him inside of you where he belongs. 

Slow, passionate strokes of his hips turn into feverish, rough pumps the more into Nanami gets. Seeing you beneath him, your sweater pulled up to reveal your lacy bra and your skirt hiked up over your thick thighs, is too much for him. “You look so beautiful underneath me,” he groans. “So pretty bouncing on my cock.” He fucks you harder, faster, tossing your leg up over his shoulder to get a better, more precise angle at your G-spot. 

And it works because you start seeing stars behind your eyelids that aren’t from the sky as Nanami its into you. “Fuck, Keni!” you whine, gripping his broad shoulders. “S-So big! You f-feel s-so good!” You can’t speak properly, each word coming out as a stutter because of how much you’re bouncing on his dick. 

Nanami holds his eyes with yours, forcing you to look at his handsome face gleaming in sweat and slightly flushed. “Yeah? You like taking this big cock, darling?” You frantically nod, unable to hold back your gasps or moans as he pumps into you like he’s trying to make you cum first…which he is. “It’s all yours. No one else’s. Only you can have me like this…make me feel this way…” 

His sweet, hot words and cock pumping inside you are too much and you begin to frantically rub your clit as you feel that blessed end about to near. “Kento, I’m gonna cum,” you gasp. “I-I can’t…!” 

The handsome blonde leans down to press his forehead against yours, his big body covering yours. “Cum for me, darling,” he grunts. “Look at me when you gush all over my fucking dick. Do it while I fill up what’s mine.” He fucks you harder, rolling his hips down into yours again and again until– 

Crunch. You gasp, causing Nanami to immediately cover your mouth. You both look towards a jogging trail several yards away where you see an older man and his dog from between the trees. “Hello?” The man calls out into the night. “Anyone there?” 

You both are quiet, hearts hammering against your ribcages, but the fear of being caught ignites something in both of you. Nanami doesn’t stop fucking you and you have no choice but to cum, moaning behind your hand. He cums too, burying his face into your shoulder to let out a primal groan as he fills you to the brim with his cum. “Keep cumming,” he demands. “Keep squeezing around my cock, you perfect little slut.” 

You whine at his constant strokes, your pussy becoming tingly and sensitive despite him slowing down. He holds you close, forcing you to take it until he’s exhausted himself and finally pulls out. Luckily, the man believes you’re just animals…and you’d may as well be with the way y’all are fucking. “C’mon, Peaches,” he calls with a whistle. “I think it’s just a bunch of squirrels.” 

And off he totters with his dog in tow, turning his back to the semi-naked couple behind him. Nanami sighs in relief, panting from the sex. “That was close,” he sighs. You nod and then your eyes tick down to his semi-hard cock twitching and glistening in your cum. “Not close enough,” you purr, grazing a nail over his cock, smirking when he tenses at the sensation. “Round two?” you giggle suggestively. 

More like round five because even when you finally leave the park, Nanami fucks you in his bed till dawn. 

CHOSO (Paint n’ Sip Date) 

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Choso had no fucking clue what people even did on Valentine’s Day. He didn't even know Valentine’s Day was a day away until someone mentioned it. 

Of course, it was Yuji, his little brother, while they slurped on ramen noodles. Yuji nearly choked when Choso told him that he forgot Valentine’s Day was coming up. “You forgot about Valentine’s Day?!” he gasped like Choso just told him he got someone else pregnant. “Dude, Valentine’s Day is the day for couples! Romance! She’s gonna leave your ass!” 

Choso rolled his eyes as slurped down his dinner. “You’re so fuckin’ dramatic,” he sighed, but even he got afraid. He didn’t know if you celebrated Valentine’s Day, but you had to have been expecting something, weren’t you? After all, he is dating you and though he is still learning how to properly “boyfriend”, he knows he wants to give you the most decent Valentine’s Day he can.

So after surfing the web for V-Day activities, he came across an event for one night only at a small art venue that he visited an exhibit before that is hosting a paint-n-sip. The one at 7 PM is for children and serves free cookies though adults can still attend and the other at 10 PM is enticingly naughty.

Choso smirked as read the details for the adult paint-n-sip which entails weed, alcohol, and couples stripping down to their undies to be painted by their romantic partners. He thought it was perfect since he loved painting, you enjoyed watching him paint, and it would be a perfect bonding and learning experience. 

And perhaps, romantic? 

Choso bought the tickets for both and sent the child-friendly ones to you first, wanting to surprise you with the adult ones the night of. “It’s just a local thing,” he shyly said into the phone. “But I figured we could do it since you’ve always wanted to learn how to paint.” You were luckily down with it, making him sigh in relief. “This is so cute!” you giggled. “I’d love to go with you, baby.” 

The night of V-Day, he arrives at your place and tries not to marvel at you in your pretty, pink sweater that makes your skin practically glow and brings a blush to his cheeks. He takes his hand in yours as you walk together, you on the inside while he stands on the outside near the street.

Unbeknownst to him, you flush with bashfulness too, loving how attentive, tall, and handsome your man is. His piercings sparkle in the moonlight peeking through the trees lining the block, making your body tingle in delight…especially the lip ring you love to nibble on when you kiss. 

The art exhibit is small, quaint, and filled with kids running to get their art supplies. Choso stands awkwardly behind you while you get a canvas, some paint brushes, and one of the heart-shaped cookies set out for the guests. “I didn’t realize there’d be so many kids here,” he mutters, making you giggle. 

A little girl running with a big ass paint brush and a heart-shaped cookie stops, staring up at Choso with a gap-toothed smile. “Hey, mister, I like your ponytails!” she shouts despite her mother’s criticism. “You’d look so nice with some bows!” You’ve never seen Choso turn so red before. “Yes, he would,” you agree, struggling to not bust out laughing. 

Though it is embarrassing, seeing you interact so well with the kid makes Choso wanna fill you up with all the babies he can. 

Those naughty, feral thoughts are dampened luckily when the painting begins and the instructor shows an example of the painting for tonight. Choso smirks at your reaction as you begin to sketch the heart out on your canvas, making it big and wobbly. “Oooh, a heart,” he teases. “Think you can handle that, mama?” You side eye him, nudging him in the side. “Shut up!” you whisper. “Not everyone can be a master painter like you.” 

He laughs once he finishes sketching his own heart and begins to mix his paints together, planning on making this drawing as three dimensional as possible just to see you gag over it. He smirks to himself as he begins to paint with a bright pink he made from red and white, your eyes on his and his hand carefully filling in the heart. “So how’d you get a pink like that?” You curiously ask, peering over at his paints. You decided to do your heart in red, but now you’re deciding something different. 

“Just add a dash of white and a lot of red,” he explains with a humored smile. You do as he says, taking a tiny bit of white and adding it to the red in your palette tray. “Uh-uh, like this,” he whispers, taking your hand and guiding you. Suddenly, he’s behind you and taking your wrist in his to help you add more white and mix. He is gentle and careful yet firm. His touch and deep voice in your ear does wonders to your body, making you feel like you’re baking in an oven in your sweater. 

It doesn't get any better for you either. You find it hard to focus whenever Choso guides your hands to make certain strokes and his warm, minty breath caresses your ear. “Don’t go so fast,” he murmurs. “Take your time with it. Enjoy the process.” You swear, your pussy is leaking on your chair by the time you finish painting and you’re ready to take your time with your Valentine next. 

Choso’s painting is as beautiful as one could get despite it just being a heart. The same cutie with the gap-toothed smile walks by with hers and gapes at it. “That’s so pretty!” she gasps. “Mommy, look at his heart! I think he made that for his girlfriend!” Once again, Choso blushes and you laugh to yourself. 

“Now I can see why you love painting so much,” you giggle. “It’s so relaxing.” You sneak a hand towards his, laying it on top of his knuckles and caressing his rings. “Without the kids, yeah,” he agrees, earning a laugh. He slowly turns his hand over to lace your fingers together, making your heart and your clit jump with joy and excitement. “You know, there’s an “adults only” paint n sip after this one if you wanna stay.” 

His eyes flash with mischief, intriguing you. “What’s at the adult one?” you ask, curious. You take a bite of your cookie before feeding it to Choso. “More alcohol. Weed. Body painting. I, uh, bought tickets beforehand to surprise you.” A light blush coats his cheek as he chews, making you smile. 

“You had me at body painting,” you purr. “Anything to get my hands on you.” And to spend more time with him. You lean into his side, not so subtly snaking your hand down to squeeze his thigh. He tenses, making you giggle, but he silences you with a kiss in front of the little ones. “Naughty girl,” he growls against your lips. “But the feeling’s definitely mutual.”

NSFW 

Staying for the “adults only” pain n sip was definitely a good idea.

As soon as the kids and their parents leave, the adult couples arrive and bring alcohol and weed that they’re willing to share. Tonight’s activity involves stripping down to your undies (or as much as you wish) and painting your partner’s body with watercolors. “It’s a fun and intimate way to bond with your love,” the instructor says while you’re already trying to get Choso out of his pants. 

You’re given wet sponges and paint brushes to paint Choso’s body with. With a glass of wine and a few puffs of weed in you, you’re already feening and feeling naughty as you watch your boyfriend strip. Your eyes roam over his lean upper torso as he takes off his shirt, revealing his nipple piercings and the tattoo dedicated to his younger brothers on his right side that trails down to his well-defined V-line and happy trail. 

The air feels tense and hot as you begin to paint him in all different colors, reds, pinks, and blacks coating his pale skin in shapes and swirls. “Stop lookin’ at me like that,” he chuckles, catching your hooded gaze as you paint him.

“Like what?” you ask, feigning innocence. “Like you’re the sexiest man in here and you look even better with paint on you?” Sneakily, you pull down his pants an inch and give his ass a smack, making him gasp. “Hey!” he exclaims, swatting your leg with a wet sponge. “What?” you giggle. “It’s part of the activity!” 

He gives you the same treatment when you finally strip off your sweater, revealing your lacy push-up bra. He leans down until he’s eye level with your chest and begins slowly, sensually, painting your chest and collarbone a bright pink. Then, before you know it, his hands are unzipping your pants and looping through your belt loops to pull them down. “What?” he asks, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “It’s part of the activity, ain’t it?” 

Sneakily, one finger trails down to your thighs and sneaks in between to touch your pussy over your panties. ”C-Choso, stop,” you whimper, gripping the chair you sit in. “Someone’s g-gonna see…” Choso stops, pulling his hand away with a hooded look that drives you damn near to sucking his dick. “Then maybe you wanna tell her to wait till we’re back at your place,” he murmurs. “And stop soaking the stool.” You glare at him and shift in your seat to pull your pants up, making him snigger. 

When the event finally ends and you’re finally at your place, you jump on Choso as soon as you’re behind closed doors. He moans into your mouth as you kiss him, your hands moving quickly to snatch off his clothes. “Damn, you couldn’t wait till we got in the shower?” he chuckles, but even he is hurrying to get you naked, your sweater and jeans on the floor. "Hell no,” you gasp as his lips caress your neck. “I at least needed to get you naked…but we do need to wash off.” 

You giggle at your bodies and faces coated in paint of all colors and he smiles, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Let’s not waste any time then.” And you don’t. Minutes later, you find yourself in the shower under the hot jets of water and among the steam as Choso kneels before you, lapping at your cunt. You grasp his shoulders and his wet locks of hair, your moans bouncing off of the tiled walls. 

“Chosi,” you whine, “you’re supposed to be cleaning me up.” He looks up at you, his soft lips coated in your juices. “I am,” he argues, still in between your thighs. “You’re so wet down here for me, mama. What the hell else am I supposed to do?” 

He then hooks one of your legs over his shoulders and grips your ass, shutting you up. “Now shut the fuck up and put that pussy on my face,” he growls. The only words you have for him as he eats you out till you cum on his face are his name and many, many swear words.

TODO (Couples’ Yoga Date) 

*Note: The Reader is described as Plus-Sized!

SFW

It’s not a particularly usual Valentine’s Day date, but Todo thought it would be a nice activity to do together for the special day. 

“I saw it in the window at my gym,” he excitedly announced to you over fruit smoothies despite the cold. “It’s free and they give out free sugar-free treats after the event! It’d be perfect for us, princess!”

He was so excited for the holiday even though he always treats you like every day is Valentine’s Day. To see the excitement and joy in his brown eyes made you feel utterly guilty for feeling so odd about the idea. 

“Well…” You looked down at your pink smoothie and even pinker nails. It isn't that you had something against yoga. You loved yoga! You practiced it as much as you could, even bought yoga wear specifically dedicated to big girls to feel comfortable doing it. But doing it in front of other people bothered you a lot. 

You always strive to be healthy and have tried going to the gym, but the paranoia you feel about being watched was enough to run you out of Planet Fitness. As a fat girl, you get enough shit with the fact that your arms and tummy jiggle and your thighs shake, and you have cellulite on your ass. Big deal! It’s your body and it’s perfect just as it is. Todo certainly thinks so.

But others think differently. No matter if you drink your water, eat your veggies, and do your squats, society will always perceive you as some unhealthy, gluttonous bitch. 

That’s part of why you’re still so shocked that Todo is still here. Despite the shock people have when realizing such a fit, muscular, sexy guy is with a big girl (though you’re also sexy), he doesn’t let that get to him. “I don't care about anyone else,” he once said to you. “All I care about is you. You mean everything to me, Y/N.” So seeing him sit across from you, with his handsome, scarred face, you had no choice but to give into his idea.

“Okay,” you reluctantly agreed. “But I’m not too hype about your gym girlfriends lookin’ at my man.” He just chuckled, taking your hand across the table and kissing it. 

“Oh, sweetheart, please,” he chuckled. “All of those girls are simply friends and plus, no woman looks better than my pretty little princess!” 

You flushed at his sweet talk, secretly loving it when he referred to you as his “little whatever”. His little princess. His little girl. His little...well, that's reserved for the bedroom, but it gets you purring every single time. 

And it makes sense being the fact that the guy is HUGE, standing at six-foot something and built like a tank. He intimidated you so much the first day you two met, but after realizing how much of a sweetheart he was, all you wanted was to feel him on top of you. 

The night of V-Day is a chilly one so you dress in your favorite coat with shaggy fur like a teddy bear’s. You also dress in your favorite active gear that hugs your curves and rolls but also makes your ass and titties look immaculate. When you answer your door for Todo when he arrives at your apartment, he just about faints. “Oh, my God,” he gasps, his eyes comically wide. “Princess, you look so…so…” 

He clears his throat and clenches his fists at his sides. “No,” he firmly says. “No inappropriate compliments…yet.” You flush at his reaction, feeling better about this date already despite feeling nervous at the idea of being watched while you work out. “You don’t look bad yourself, big guy,” you giggle, patting him on his big, beefy chest. 

He takes your hand and walks you outside, standing beside you like a big, burly bodyguard. Once out in the chilly night, you turn to him. “Now which way are we walking?” Todo raises an eyebrow at you. “Walking?” he parrots, confused. “Oh, no, no, no, sweetie! You’re not walking and getting those pretty shoes all dirtied up. Allow your personal ride to give you a lift.” 

He gives you a wink before scooping you up into his huge arms like you weigh nothing. You gasp as your feet dangle off of the concrete and he begins to walk. “Todo!” you squeal. “Stop, I’m too–“ 

“Don’t say it,” he growls, his brown eyes flashing. “You’re never too heavy for the likes of me, my sweet. Now pipe down and enjoy this ride or you won’t be getting another one later tonight.” You pipe down as he orders, not wanting to miss out on another "activity" once the date is through (but you know you’d get to anyway because Todo is addicted to you). 

The session takes place at the gym Todo is a member of where he introduces you to some regulars and friends of his who you’re 90% sure flirt with you. The atmosphere is nice and relaxing with fake candles lit, the scent of incense in the air, and free snacks and fruit-infused water set aside after the session ends. 

The instructor sits among all of the couples, including you and Todo. “Welcome to our very first couples’ yoga,” she chirps into her headset. “We’re going to start off with some warm up stretches and then get into the poses. Remember to breathe and be one with your partner tonight.” 

It’s impossible to not be “one” with Todo when he has his hands on you every minute during warmups and poses––on your hips, your back, your thighs, your waist. He pretends that he isn't trying to rile you up, but you know different, especially when you bend down to touch your toes as instructed. 

Todo stands behind you, holding your hips in place and placing his foot between yours so they are square and grounded. You gasp when you feel him press against your backside in his gym shorts. “Careful now, princess,” he chuckles. “You wouldn’t want to cause something you weren’t intending to.” 

You know it’s too late for that shit. And it’s too late for you too. When you slowly release the pose and rise, Todo’s muscular body pressed against you from the back causes every part of you to become aroused. Your heart pounds, your breathing is labored, and those familiar and agonizing tingles between your thighs make an appearance. “Nicely done, princess!” he praises you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Those pants do wonders for you.” 

His hand sneaks down to give your plump ass a squeeze, making you gasp and nervously scan the room for anyone watching. 

Your arousal only increases not just because the poses and having Todo so close, but because of his attentiveness and the praise he gives you with every pose you do. During one that is particularly straining on your legs where Todo and you sit face to face and he pulls you into a forward bend by your arms, he keeps his eyes steadily on you, paying close attention to your body. “Deeper, sweetie,” he coos. “I’ve got you.” 

You whimper at the burning in your arms and thighs as you’re pulled lower and lower to the ground. “Todo,” you whine. “It hurts!” Unbeknownst to you, Todo feels his heart burst for you, his pretty, pretty princess, doing this all for him. “I know, but it’s good for you! And you’re doing so, so well for me.” 

A glutton for praise, you inwardly leap at this and hold the pose until, finally, you’re able to stop. “And release,” the instructor says. “Very good!” You groan in relief as you sit up and Todo releases your hands in replacement for your thick thighs. “Very good,” he parrots, smiling proudly at you. “Now don’t you feel all stretched out?” 

His big hands begin to massage your aching thighs and calves, his fingers making your body tingle. “Hardly,” you giggle, biting your lip as you stare at him through your lashes. “But maybe something else can help with that.” Todo smirks, on the same type of time you’re on tonight.

NSFW

And hours later in your bedroom, Todo gives you his own remedy for stretching. 

He has you in the same pose you did before, standing with your feet width apart and attempting to touch your toes. The only difference is now you’re naked and your man’s big, thick dick is stretching you out as he slams his hips into you from behind, making your ass and titties jiggle. “Such a good, good girl takin’ orders,” he coos, one hand palming your breast “You deserve a reward after this.” 

You whine in pleasure and protest, your knees starting to buckle from the effort it takes to hold your pose despite the searing pleasure you feel. “C’mon, baby, touch your toes,” Todo says, stroking your backside. “I know you can do it. Just breathe for me.” 

His gentle touches only make matters worse, your pussy beginning to throb and gush all over his balls and down your thighs. “Todo!” you yelp. “T-Too much! Too much dick!”

You try to squirm away, but Todo grips you to him, causing his cock to sink deeper inside of you. “Ah-ah, princess,” he tuts, poisoning his hips faster into your wet heat. “Don’t run from me now. This is what you get for wearin’ that shit tonight at yoga. Do you know how hard that got me for you? Do you understand how hot you are?” 

His luscious moans and grunts fill your ears as he takes your pussy harder, faster, fucking you in a way that is so primal and mind-blowing that you see stars. “A-Ah, fuck!” you loudly moan, close to screaming. Your knees buckle and you have to catch yourself on one hand to avoid falling face flat on the floor. 

“Well, now you do,” he huffs, “and now, you’re gonna take that dick like a good little yoga bunny if you wanna cum. Is that clear?” He pulls you back by your hair, making you gasp at the sensation of being yanked back. “Yes!” you yelp. “Yes, baby, I promise!” 

Todo releases you, pulls out of you with a soft groan, and turns you around to press a sweet, gentle kiss to your lips. You shiver at the sweetness, your hands stroking all over his lusciously hard and toned body. “Good girl,” he coos. “Now up you go.” 

He hooks his arms underneath your legs and picks you up, holding you up by your ass to sink his cock into you again. There, in the middle of your bedroom floor, he begins fucking you while standing up, his heavy balls slapping your clit that begs for release. You have no choice but to grip onto him and stare into his eyes as he fucks you silly, bouncing you up and down on his hard dick.

“And don’t worry, princess: your man can handle anything. Just feel good on my cock, okay?” 

You only moan in response, going dumb from his dick and the pleasure he gives you. With every mind-melting, orgasmic thrust he gives you, he only says three words that are punctuated by each thrust: “Happy. Valentine’s. Day.” 

#smutty smut #black fanfic writer #my works #my fic shit #black coded reader #black writers #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x black!fem reader #jjk x black y/n #jjk x black reader #satoru gojo x black!reader #choso x black!reader #todo x black!reader #nanami x black!reader #itadori x black!reader #hawks x black reader #jjk x fem!reader #valentines day #v day #jjk drabbles #my drabbles

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

after my post about steve being just as obsessed with eddie as he is with him, i had to write something for it. with a little extra transfem!stevie flavour bc i have a serious problem

also on ao3 here

Robin has had enough. She’s spent all this time telling Stevie she’d always be there for her, but this is where she draws the line.

Stevie’s staring at Eddie Munson again.

Robin looked up from her shitty cafeteria food when she heard a dreamy sigh come from her best friend. Stevie had that look on her face again, the hopelessly besotted one that made Robin sure cartoony little love hearts would start popping up next to her head. Robin followed her eyeline and, yep, there was Eddie Munson, super-senior leader of the dungeons and dragons club, sticking carrot sticks up his nose to the uproarious laughter of his group of nerd friends. Robin shook her head in appalled fascination.

“Stevie. Babes. Why.”

Stevie turned towards her, tilting her head in confusion. “Huh? Why what?”

Robin waved a hand towards Eddie’s table. “Your obsession with Eddie Munson. It baffles me.”

“Wh- I mean-” Stevie flushed, looking back across the cafeteria with a shy little smile. “Just look at him, Robs.”

“Yeah, I’m looking. He’s trying to sneeze out a carrot stick he got stuck in his nose.”

Stevie giggled. “I know, he’s so funny!”

Shaking her head, Robin placed a delicate hand on her friend’s arm. “You don’t have to do this, y’know. I know pickings have been slim since you came out, but like. You’re still a catch! You have options!”

Stevie frowns. Robin hadn’t wanted to say it, but she knew Stevie had taken her ‘fall from grace’ after she transitioned pretty hard. She’d gone from King of Hawkins High to near social untouchable, and the whiplash had her privately confessing to Robin that sometimes she felt unlovable, like no one would ever want her again. It was ridiculous, but Robin understood that insecurity. She combatted it by complimenting Stevie whenever she could. And now by trying to dissuade her best friend from falling ass over tits in love with the first weirdo to be nice to her post-transition.

“It’s not that. He’s just so…” Stevie waved her hands around vaguely, searching for a word to accurately describe the apparent wonder that was Eddie Munson. Across the cafeteria, Eddie finally got the carrot stick out of his nose. He threw it towards the bin a foot away and missed, spectacularly. “He’s himself. It’s nice.”

“He’s himself.”

“Yeah! Like, he’s passionate about everything he does, and he’s not afraid of being judged for anything. It’s nice! Most people aren’t like that.”

“Most people are definitely not like Eddie Munson.”

Stevie rolled her eyes at her friend’s flat tone. “Plus, he’s super hot. And you can’t say anything about that one- you’re too gay to be an accurate judge.”

Robin groaned. “Steph, he dresses like an 80s vampire.”

“He has a distinct style!”

“It’s distinct alright- hey!”

Stevie had apparently had enough of Robin’s bitching, reaching over and trapping her in a loving sisterly headlock. They scrapped for a couple minutes, nearly knocking both their lunches off the cafeteria table, before being interrupted with a light cough.

Both girls looked up, Stevie immediately blushing a gentle pink as Eddie Munson appeared before them. He seemed nervous, fiddling with his rings and chewing on his lip. Robin watched the two stare at each other, and oh god. Eddie was down just as bad as Stevie was. He giggled a little manically at Stevie’s attention, pulling a lock of hair in front of his face and hiding behind it.

“Hi, Eddie,” Stevie said in a little breathless tone that had Robin about five seconds away from face-palming. She considered pulling out her phone and recording this conversation, just so that next time Dustin implied Stevie was some kind of goddess of romance Robin could show him the dumb little face she made as she stared at Eddie Munson’s chapped lips. “What’s up?”

Eddie smiled, shuffling his feet a little. “Um, so, my band is playing this Thursday- oh! Wait, I got you something-” He rummaged around in his bag for a second, cursing under his breath, before he finally pulled out a slightly crumpled looking sunflower and presented it to Stevie with a flourish. “A sunflower! Just reminded me of you- because you’re so sunny. Also it kind of matches that sweater you like.”

Stevie’s grin was blinding. She took the flower like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Oh my god! This is- Eddie this is beautiful!”

Eddie grinned and bounced on the balls of his feet a little bit, as if Stevie’s acceptance of his gift had filled him with so much happiness he was in danger of floating away. It was, unfortunately, the cutest thing Robin had ever seen. 

“A beautiful flower for a beautiful girl,” he said, and the cringiness of the line had Robin taking back every positive thing she’d ever thought about him. Stevie seemed to enjoy it though, if the pleased blush that spread over her face was any indication. “But I wanted to ask you- totally cool if not, I know it’s not really your style- but I’ve been practising some new songs for y- I’ve been practising some new songs. So, yeah, if you wanted-”

“Eddie,” Stevie interrupted, smiling up at him and placing a gentle hand on his arm. Eddie turned bright red. “Thursday, right? It sounds fun, I’d love to come watch you play.”

“Really? Great! I can pick you up at seven?”

Stevie nodded happily, bringing the sunflower to her face and turning back to Eddie with another besotted grin. “Seven sounds perfect! I’ll see you then! Just let me- I’m gonna go put this in my locker so it doesn’t get squished, but- yeah, I’m really looking forward to it!”

Stevie stood up, grabbing her bag, and hurrying out of the cafeteria. When she reached the door, she turned back and gave Eddie a happy little wave, which he returned with a sort of dazed look on his face. As soon as she was out of the door, he did a weird little jump/fist-bump combination with a loud whoop that had everyone in the immediate vicinity looking over at him.

Robin cleared her throat pointedly.

Eddie looked at her with a sort of deer-in-headlights expression that honestly she appreciated. Let him be scared of her. “So,” she said. “You’re taking my best friend out.”

Eddie blushed a bit, smiling despite his apparent survival instinct. “Yeah,” he said, dreamily. “God, she’s so out of my league.”

“She is.”

“She’s just so… wow.”

“Eloquent.”

“One time I saw her bodily lift that curly-haired kid she babysits out of the way of a car. Like fully carry him a foot off the ground for five steps. And then yell at him for like ten minutes for being a dumbass. What a woman.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh, shit,” he said, looking down at Robin with a panicked look on his face. “You’re like, her sister basically, right? Was I supposed to get your permission to ask her out? Wait, no, that’s marriage. Later, then.”

“Okay, that’s enough of this,” Robin said, throwing her hands up and stalking out of the cafeteria, leaving a befuddled looking Eddie behind her.

They were just as bad as each other. Robin had a feeling she’d be cringing at those two at their wedding.

#steddie #transfem steve harrington #stevie harrington #eddie munson #platonic stobin #also keen eyed readers may notice how much i stole from the notes of that post everyone is so right and hilarious #my fics

[megu-meow]

take my breath - sukuna

Part 4 of my Hockey Player Sukuna Series - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

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This part is shit, I'm sorry. After TTPD I found myself unable to write fluff, but I've kept people waiting, so I had to force myself to write this.

When Sukuna says soon, he means the next Thursday. He calls you on Wednesday after practice to ask you formally whether you could keep your schedule open for the next evening and you agree, because you have been waiting for your date for a few days now. However, you find yourself frustratedly trying on every piece of clothing you own, being indecisive about what to wear. You want to look good for him, because as you shyly admitted to your brother, you really like Sukuna. He's rough around the edges, but he seems like a good guy, unlike all the other people you've dated before. You contemplate calling one of the girls, but Senna and Akane love to gossip, and for the time being, you'd like to keep this little date with Sukuna a secret. So you call the only person you can trust in this situation.

Sophia arrives ten minutes after calling her saying you need help getting dressed for a date. She's the only one of the girls who knows that you have something going on with Sukuna, it makes total sense to reach out to her in your current circumstance. You already made her swear on your brother's life that she's not going to say anything about it to the girls, so you're safe in that regard. Plus, she has a keen sense of style, which comes in handy considering you want to impress the pink-haired centerman with your looks. You noticed already how many pretty girls were wearing his jersey to games, you know that he could have any of them at his disposal in a second. It still seems sketchy that he became so fond of you in such a short period of time, but you're not complaining.

"He was so nervous when I left, Kento thought he was going to explode." Sophia says as you try to put socks on, balancing on one foot.

"Who was?" you look at her and you nearly kiss the ground, regaining your balance at the last second.

"Sukuna, of course. He's been pacing around the apartment like a maniac all day."

"Really?" you ask timidly.

"Yeah. Kento said he had never seen him so stressed." for some reason hearing this makes you smile and your heart warm. Sukuna doesn't strike you as someone who would be nervous about dates, but you already learned not to assume anything about him, because he always surprises you with the way he acts.

"I'm kinda nervous too. I want this to go well." you explain and you try to put your earrings in. As you look at yourself in the mirror, wearing the outfit your sister-in-law put together, you're content with your reflection. You look amazing and you feel confident in the pieces you're wearing. Your makeup and hair are done in your usual way, you don't want to look like a completely different person. Apparently, Sukuna agrees that you look good. Because the moment you open your door for him, he freezes in place, with his eyes wide and glimmering. For a second you think something is wrong, but those thoughts are quickly dismissed as he speaks.

"You look beautiful, y/n." he states, his voice softer than you've ever heard. He is wearing a burgundy suit, one that complements his skin tone. His hair is sleeked back, but it still looks effortless in a way. You can smell his usual cologne, the musky scent that lingers. It suits him.

"Says you, handsome." you compliment him back and you swear a blush appears on his cheek. Suddenly, he remembers something, and he gives you the flowers he was hiding behind his back all this time. "Thank you! What happened to all flowers are stupid?" you ask as you smell the peonies in your hand.

"Well I got you some sunflowers, but your brother told me I was insane, so he dragged me to a florist to get 'ones that girls actually like'." he explains.

"He's right, you know? You made me wait four days for this date, the least you can do is give me some girly flowers." you joke and he rolls his eyes. Nonetheless, he reaches out for your hand. You slip it in his palm, which is calloused from holding a hockey stick most hours of a day, but very warm.

"Listen, woman, I made you wait because I wanted to take you to a 3 Michelin Star restaurant that specializes in your favorite food." he explains as he opens the door of his car for you to hop in.

"What?" you ask in shock before he closes the door after you. He leans down, looking into your eyes with a smirk across his face.

"You heard me, y/n. Now, don't be so shocked, I told you I would go all out for our date."

"You didn't have to though. You could have taken me to a hole-in-the-wall ramen place and I would have liked it." you say, slightly feeling bad "How did you manage to get a table anyway? These places are booked months ahead."

"The owner is a huge Wizards fan and apparently I'm his kid's favorite player. I had the team sign a jersey and got them season tickets, so they were glad to do me a small favor in return." he explains like it is nothing, but it means the world to you. No one has ever done something so grand for a date with you. It makes your heartbeat go nuts and you can't help but stare at him as he drives. You observe his tattooed hand that is on the armrest, shaking slightly. You smile and instinctively take it in yours, laying your intertwined hands in your lap. He turns his head towards you in shock, but he quickly looks back to the road. The blush from before returns, even his neck turns pink, and you smile, adoring his reactions.

The dinner goes by fast, despite lasting for hours. The food is exquisite, as expected. Most importantly, there's not one dull moment. You and Sukuna talk like you've known each other your whole lives. He asks about your interests, what you like to do in your free time, where you went to school, and about your friends. He seems interested in everything you talk about, he listens with an intensity you find rare. He drinks up every single word that leaves your mouth, he asks questions, and he's genuinely curious about how you perceive the world. You ask him plenty of questions yourself and he answers them gladly. He seems very fond of his brothers, he shows you pictures of them and you observe how Yuji has the same color hair as him and Choso has a very similar line tattooed on his nose as Sukuna's.

"They're coming to town soon, by the way." he comments and your eyes light up.

"How come?"

"It's Yuji's draft year and it's held here in Tokyo. Choso just tags along because he clings to that brat like a leech."

"That's so rude!" you exclaim, but you're smiling. You're aware that Sukuna probably shows his love towards his brothers a little bit peculiarly.

"Well, it's true."

"Do you see a chance of Yuji being drafted by the wizards?" you ask.

"Not really. He is prospected to be in the top three of the draft and we are clinching the playoffs this next game as number one in the league. We probably won't have a pick in the top ten."

"I'm sorry to hear that. It would have been cool for him to have you on the team he's drafted to."

"I don't think so. If I'm being honest, I'm glad there is little to no chance for that to happen as of now."

"Why is that?"

"He won't have a target on his back. Otherwise, people would be mean to him and would rough him up with the sole purpose of pissing me off. This way he can become a professional player without being concussed every game."

"You're very protective of your brothers, huh?" you ask and he smiles.

"You could say that." he smirks "I'm protective of everything I own, you know." he adds looking into your eyes deeply. You know there is a deeper meaning behind his words. He's implying that he would be just as safeguarding about you if you were his girlfriend. You find it hard to believe that a guy like him exists. He is so charming but respectful. He is attentive, you mentioned one time what your favorite food was and he remembered, moreover, he went out of his way to get you the best version available of it.

"Where were you my whole life?" you ask, not realizing that you blurted out your thoughts just like that. You feel embarrassed as your hands fly to your runny mouth, covering it. However, Sukuna just laughs. He rarely laughs like this. It comes deep from within, the type that shakes your whole body and you're sure you're red like a lobster as you observe him.

"Sweetheart, I've been asking that question about you since December." he answers, his charming smile never fading.

"December?" you question.

"Oh, I thought your brother told you about that too." he seems shocked, but he continues "I've spotted you in the crowd at the Family Game in Kyoto. I was mesmerized, I even ran into one of my teammates on accident, I was too preoccupied with looking at the angel in the Wizards jersey."

"Oh, I remember that. I was laughing about that with Akane." you recall and Sukuna frowns "So you've had your eyes sat on me since then?"

"Well, I didn't know I was going to meet you on my first day in Tokyo while I was shirtless, but destiny has its way, I guess."

"You believe we were destined to meet?"

"I told you before, sweetheart, I am superstitious. Take that as you want, but I do think we are here having dinner for a reason." he explains.

Your date ends when the restaurant staff asks you nicely to leave because they've been closed for two hours already. You didn't even realize that all the other customers had left and the staff was ready to close. Sukuna pays for the bill and he sends you a death glare when you offer to pay for your part. "Woman, you won't have to pay for anything while you are out with me." he states, irritation evident in his tone. He also drives you home and walks you to your door. You're wearing his suit jacket, because you were a bit cold, although he turned the heater on in the car.

"Thank you for tonight! I had a lot of fun." you smile up at him, as you're trying to say goodbye on your doorstep.

"There is nothing to be thankful for, you got what you deserve, princess." he says and he seems a little bit disappointed, but you're not able to determine why. Maybe the date didn't go as well in his perspective as you thought.

"Is something wrong? Did I say something to offend you?" you ask in panic and he quickly shakes his head, dismissing it. Suddenly the redness returns to hiss tattooed cheeks and he suddenly seems nervous.

"I just thought I deserved a kiss after that." he whispers shyly, his face down, gaze locked on the tip of his shoes.

It's your turn to laugh at his awkwardness, but you still cup his cheeks in your hands and pull him in for a kiss. You don't quite understand where all this fearlessness came into you from, but you're glad it did because the kiss is magical. It's soft but eager and you can feel him smiling into it as his large hands find their destined spot in your hips. You're the one to break the kiss, but Sukuna pulls you in closer, resting his forehead on yours, and looking deeply into your eyes. His smile reaches his ears and he whispers to you softly:

"I hate to break it to you princess, but I don't think I can go on with my life without doing that every day."

You smile, and respond with a smile just as wide as his "Good, because I don't think I can either."

The next day is game day and you arrive at your brother's apartment beforehand. You usually drive with them to the arena. Sukuna emerges from his room in his game-day suit, his eyes glowing up the moment he sees you there.

"We're gonna be down at the car, Bambi." Sophia says as she and Kento leave in a hurry.

Sukuna steps closer to you, embracing you, his muscular arms around your shoulders.

"Hello, princess! How are you?"

"I'm great, Sukuna. Thank you for asking! How are you?"

"Better now that I know you're coming to the game to cheer me on." you smile, stepping away from the embrace, and you look into his eyes. "Are you gonna give me a good luck kiss or what?"

You're surprised by his boldness, but you leave a peck on his lips nonetheless.

"If I do good today, you're gonna have to do that before every game." he states.

"Alright. You've got yourself a deal." you smile and you urge him out the door, before your brother and his wife could start thinking that you're doing something inappropriate in their home.

Good does not describe the way Sukuna plays that night. He has one of the best games of his life and after the first goal, as his celebration, he looks towards where you're standing and points at you with a wide smile on his face. This is your sign that from now on, you're gonna have to keep your promise of giving him a good luck kiss before every game.

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Stars Align: Part 2

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Mentions of Abuse, Violence, Angry Bradley, Alcohol Misuse.

-- Part 1 Here --

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18+ Only

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Present:

Bradley stood looking at you in awe and shock. He couldn't believe his eyes. In front of him stood a gorgeous woman, breathtakingly beautiful, and surprisingly confident having just nearly fallen. The woman in front of him was a stark contrast to the shy girl he'd known years ago, yet she was exactly the same somehow.

"Birdy is that really you?" He blinked as his strong beefy hands held you in place.

You chuckled, your mouth curling into a grin as you looked into the familiar brown eyes that kept you sane throughout high school.

"It sure is, but I'm having a hard time believing it's you, Brad." You took in his enormous stature, tanned muscles bulging under his tight shirt sleeves, sweat glistening off of his exposed chest under the colourful lights. He now had a strong moustache, a chiselled jawline replaced his chubby cheeks, and his mop of dark hair now neat blond-chestnut curls, complimenting his sun kissed skin.

You and Bradley stared at one another for what felt like forever, before he huffed a laugh of disbelief, shook his head, and pulled you in for a hug, the familiar feeling catching you off guard and you sucked in a deep breath. He still smelled the same, like tobacco and cedar wood, just without the sweaty teen boy odour.

You gingerly wrapped your arms around him and squeezed, you forgot how much you'd missed him.

You must have been holding one another for a long time, because Gabby suddenly cleared her throat and pulled you from your bubble. You pulled away and looked at her awkwardly as she raised an eyebrow at you.

"Been here literally 2 minutes and you've already pulled." She scoffed jokingly.

You laughed, "Uhm, Gabs this is Bradley, my old best friend I was telling you about."

"Hi." Bradley smiled and stuck out a hand. She shook his hand and mouthed a not so secret 'wow' at you. You rolled your eyes and turned to Bradley.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, it's my friends bachelor party tonight, he's around here somewhere." Bradley scanned the room but came up short. "What about you...two?"

"I just moved here, Gabby's showing me around, I guess you could say." You chuckled awkwardly.

"I'll... let you two catch up. I need the bathroom anyway." She winked at you as she handed you her drink to watch.

"So, you're not in New York for long then I'd imagine?" You asked.

"Nah, just until after the wedding. I'm out of here Monday." He explained as you walked a little way out of the crowd to a quiet corner. You nodded.

"That's a pity, would be nice to catch up. Look Brad, I'm sorry I stopped responding to your texts, I-"

"Hey, say no more. Life gets busy, I get it." He gave you a reassuring smile. Bradley had no idea just how busy and crazy life had gotten after you moved. "While you're here, do you wanna go for a drink?"

"What you mean, like, now?" You asked. "Aren't you here with your friends? Plus I'm with Gabby, I shouldn't..."

"Okay, how about after?"

You thought for a moment, and nodded. "Yeah, okay. I'll have a few drinks with Gabs, and you can come grab me when you're finished?"

Bradley nodded and bit his lip to stop a grin, "Good. We've got a lot of catching up to do, Birdy. I've missed you." and like the old days, Bradley ruffled your hair and left. You huffed and fixed your hair just as Gabby came back from the bathroom, and you struggled to keep your focus on her for the rest of the evening.

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Past:

You'd just finished getting ready, your baby pink prom dress looked super cute and your mom had loosely French Braided your unruly waves. She'd skilfully applied makeup so that your skin looked flawless and your eyes popped. You'd never felt more beautiful, and suddenly you felt less nervous. Maybe Bradley would see you and forget all about Michelle.

The doorbell rang and your dad went to answer it, you could hear him and Bradley talking about the latest football game.

"You ready?" Your mom grinned, "You look beautiful, pumpkin."

You nodded with a grin and you walked to the front door. Bradley turned as he saw you and his jaw dropped.

"Jeez, Birdy, you look pretty." He breathed.

"Oh shut up." You blushed, "You look nice too. But what's with the red tie, you look like a rooster." You teased. Bradley scoffed with mock offense.

"Right, Birdy and Rooster, get out of my house." Your dad laughed. "Have a good time, but make sure she's home by 11, son."

"Yes sir, have a good night!" Bradley waved goodbye to your parents and you shot them awkward looks, telling them to close the door and go inside.

You mom pulled your dad inside and shut the door.

Bradley helped you into his truck, carefully lifting your dress so it wouldn't rub against the dirty sides, and even went so far as to buckle you in. Your faces were inches apart, and you scanned the face you'd gotten so used to for the millionth time, only he seemed different now.

As he climbed into the front seat, he stopped to look at you for a while.

"What?" You asked, feeling self conscious suddenly.

"Nothing, you just really do look pretty. Didn't realise you could clean up so good." He grinned as he started the truck and pulled away.

You scoffed, "Speak for yourself, Bradshaw. Other than the tie you look like a real man."

"I am a real man, thank you. If only you could see what's under these pants, you'd be-"

"Ew, shut up." You smacked him playfully on the arm and Bradley laughed.

You pulled up to Michelle's house and you waited in the car as Bradley walked up the long drive to her front door. He knocked and Michelle walked out, looking stunning in a figure hugging red dress, her boobs almost spilling over the top.

You sighed as you watched Bradleys eyes light up as they walked down to the car. Michelle stopped in front of your door, looking at you expectantly. Bradley moved around her to open the back door for her to get in, but she didn't budge.

You looked at her and rolled down the window.

"Hi Michelle."

"Hello, aren't you gonna... you know?" Her voice was steely and bored.

"You want me to move?" You asked in disbelief.

"Well yeah, I am his date. What are people gonna think when they see me climbing out of the back of this thing?" she scoffed.

"Okay." You mumbled, unbuckling your seat belt.

"No, Birdy. Michelle, she's already sitting there, it's not a big deal, can't you just climb in the back? It's less than 2 minutes to the hall." Bradley argued, and you stopped in your tracks.

Michelle raised her eyebrows at him, and immediately you sensed the energy shift.

"No, it's fine." You opened the door and hopped out, Michelle immediately taking your place.

"What are you doing? That's always your spot." Bradley whispered to you as you climbed into the back.

"Keeping the peace." you whispered back.

Bradley huffed out a sigh and shook his head, crossing over to the front and climbing in.

The drive to the school hall was silent and awkward, and you noticed Bradleys eyes flitting to you in the back seat through the rear view mirror every so often.

When the car stopped, you hopped out, and Michelle waited for Bradley to cross to her end and help her out of the truck.

The three of you walked towards the school, and as more people came into view, Michelle's energy shifted again. She was all smiles as she hung on to Bradleys arm, you awkwardly falling behind.

"Smile for the camera Brad." She forced through her grin, and planted a kiss on his cheek as the school reported snapped a picture.

This would be a long evening and you knew it.

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Present:

The night moved quickly, and the drinks were flowing as you and Gabby took to the dance floor. You lost yourself in the music until you were out of breath and beckoned for Gabby to join you outside, but she gestured to the guy she was dancing with. You nodded and went out to the balcony.

The night air was beginning to cool and you welcomed the goosebumps that covered your too hot skin. Your feet were killing you, so you leaned against the balcony railing to take some of the weight off of them.

As you watched the people on the street below, you gradually regained your breath. You stood up to go back inside, but you felt a body bump up against you.

"Oh sorry." you apologised for them, as you stepped away, giving the drunk man a polite nod.

"Wait, baby, where are you going? I was hoping to get to know you, been watching you all night. You dance real good." The man slurred, grabbing your wrist.

You pulled out of his grip, "Sorry I have to get back to my friend." You turned to walk inside, but he suddenly wrapped a hand around your waist and pulled his hand against your stomach until you were pressed up against him.

You writhed against him, but his grip was too strong.

"Let go." You demanded, "Get off of me." You tried to pry his hands away, but even in his drunken state he was too strong for you.

"Come on, lady, I just wanna buy you a drink, stop being such a fuckin' prude." He struggled against you, his hot breath gliding across your cheek.

"I said get OFF!" You elbowed the man in the chest and he loosened his grip as he gasped, and you went flying away from him.

For the second time that evening, you collided into someone else, and looked up to see concerned, familiar eyes. Bradley scanned your face for a second, and once he was sure you were ok, he turned his attention to the man.

An angry scowl you had only seen once before appeared on his face as she crossed the balcony and lifted the man by his shirt.

As the man dangled a couple feet off of the ground, he whimpered. Your jaw dropped at the sheer strength Bradley possessed. You guessed those muscles weren't just for show.

"If I don't see you leave in the next 2 minutes, I swear to god I'm gonna ruin that pretty boy face of yours. You touch my girl again, or any other girl while I'm around, that's end game for you, buddy. Got it?" He growled.

The man nodded, "I'm sorry, I- I didn't know she was spoken for, honest." He whimpered, and Bradley threw him to the ground.

"Get out."

The man hurried to his feet and passed you. Sure enough after a couple minutes he exited the building quickly and you watched as he ran down the street below, before turning your attention back to Bradley.

"That was incredible." You mumbled.

"Are you okay?" Bradley asked, crossing the balcony to inspect you fully. His hands smoother over your bare arms and then his hands cupped your face.

"I'm ok, Brad, he literally just grabbed me, I'm fine." You pushed his hands away.

Bradley nodded, and let out a breath of relief as his big hands ran through his curls.

"You ready to go get that drink?"

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Past:

"Oh my god, Y/N! You look so pretty!" Sophie from your English class commented.

"Thanks Soph, so do you!" You turned and made pleasant conversation with Sophie and another girl, while Bradley did his rounds with Michelle and her friends. It was all fake smiles and posing for pictures, and Bradley found himself growing bored quickly.

"Hey, I'm gonna go grab some soda, you want one?" Bradley offered, and Michelle nodded, turning back to her friends.

"You look hot, girl, and so does Mr Bradshaw over there, did he get... bigger, over the summer?" Jessica asked Michelle, their whole group giggling.

Michelle rolled her eyes, "Ugh, maybe, I don't know. I'm having the worst time. His little friend is tagging along as a pity invite. It's like having his little sister along for the ride."

"Who?" Jessica asked.

"Y/N Y/L/N." she pointed to you in the corner of the room. "I doubt I'm gonna get my V card swiped tonight, wanna ditch?"

Bradley hadn't noticed when Michelle and her friends slipped out. Jessica had a fake licence, and they'd decided to buy some drinks and hit a house party instead.

When he turned around, she was gone, and he scanned the room for her. When he saw you, he immediately crossed over to you and handed you your soda.

"Thanks, 'Rooster'." You said playfully, as you opened the can.

"Have you seen Michelle anywhere?" He asked, distracted.

You shook your head, "Last place I saw her was over by the DJ booth talking to her friends. Maybe ask the DJ?"

Bradley nodded and walked over as you stood against the wall and watched your school mates dancing and chatting away.

A few minutes later, Bradley stormed over to you.

"Did you find her?" You asked over the music, Bradleys eyes were dark and his eyebrows were creased, he was pissed.

"What did you say to her?" He demanded. You straigtened.

"What do you mean?"

"What did you say to Michelle? The DJ says she was talking about you and then wanted to leave." his face was red now, and his chest was heaving.

"I didn't say anything to her, I've literally just been standing here the-"

"You must have done something. God, that's just like you, Y/N. Just because you didn't get asked to Prom you thought it would be better to scare her away so I'd be all yours instead, didn't you? Didn't you?" He demanded, and you were too shocked to say anything. Bradley took this as confirmation.

He scoffed and his hands fell to his hips as he nodded.

"Yeah, of course you did. Thanks a lot, you ruined my fucking night."

You watched as Bradley stormed out of the hall, and hot tears rolled down your face, ruining your perfect makeup.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Sophie asked, having witnessed the whole thing, gently taking your arm and pulling you to a table to sit. You wiped your eyes and nodded, your eyes trained on the door, hoping Bradley would come back in for you.

After a few minutes, Sophie having done her best to console you, you excused yourself and walked outside. You looked around for Bradley, but he wasn't among the few students and teachers outside, so you crossed the lawn and made your way down the sidewalk to where Bradley had parked the truck.

Your lip quivered as you realised, dread suddenly washing over you. Bradley had left you behind.

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-- Part 3 Here --

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sundress season.

INCLUDES ! 1610!miles and hobie brown x black!fem!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! they see you in a sundress for the first time

WARNINGS ! character and reader are not together...yet!,

WORD COUNT ! 0.6k

A/N ! the way this was suppose to be the whole spider crew plus miguel and i got tired not even half way through....this just gon be a lil tester but this is getting deleted and revamped later !

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— ☾⋆⁺₊🌻🖌✧ SPIDER-MILES !

i cannot fathom to you how flustered this boy gets on a regular day when y'all really not doing anything. the boy already really likes how you look in your regular uniform or just casual street clothes so when rio and jeff invite you over for the carne asada/cookout and you popped in a sundress of all things, he kinda doesn't know how to act.

oh, and his parents find it absolutely hilarious. this is really the time where him being jeff's son and aaron's nephew really shines through. he's awkward about it and can't seem to get through any of his sentences.

he really likes the way it fits you and the color compliments you well but he has such a hard time for like a good 30 minutes. eventually, aaron comes to save him and gives him a tip of going to get some drinks for the both of you and take you somewhere private to talk.

not to mention, his whole family thinks you two are too cute for words and takes every chance to mention how much of a good couple you two make. once you come back over to get something to eat, you are bombarded by multiple family members. miles is definitely nervously laughing to get through the embarrassment of all them making the most outlandish comments and gave up after the 4th tia said how lucky he is to have you.

— ☾⋆⁺₊🎸🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 ✧ HOBIE BROWN !

this is literally the world's boldest man ever, he truly don't give a fuck whose watching. you were actually in the middle of a block party when you were called to debrief about a mission. not to be bothered to put on your suit (especially since peter b. walks around in a pink robe of all things), you step through the portal in your sundress and sandals.

certainly not the first time hq has seen you out of uniform but the sundress has you grabbing compliments left and right from all the spider people present (even miguel, which was surprising). it would be hobie to see you last though. he was originally talking to pav who was rambling on about his recent date with gayatri again when he catches a glimpse of you pass by to go into the meeting room with miguel and jessica.

now in my eyes, hobie immediately tunes out of pav's conversation at once to focus all of his attention on you and makes the split decision to follow you in there. it's not like jessica will care enough to kick him out and he does not care what miguel has to say. quite frankly, the man only sees you at the moment and that doesn't even catch up to him until he's right in front of you.

then in the thickest accent possible, he flirts endlessly throughout the entire meeting. the man has no sense of personal space around his friends and it's only ten times worse with you. hanging off your shoulders, wrapping his long arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder while hugging from behind. you do your best to acknowledge, because ignoring him will not work and only make it worse, but to also get through the meeting.

it's easy to chalk it up as hobie being a physical person but there's only so much to explain the way he feels up on the material of the dress, making comments that make you feel like you're blushing and distract from whatever miguel was saying before he gave up and just told you to come in later. without hobie.

leaving the meeting was easier than staying in it but now you gotta deal with a very cocky spiderman that is doing his absolute best to talk you into coming back to his dimension. (pav is watching from a distance with a bag of popcorn, squealing over how many of his friends are having romance novel moments)

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