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lilithandherharlots · 10 months

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Too shy to tell you

miguel o’hara x fem!reader

Miguel hides your heals in hopes of making you forget you ever owned a pair...he confesses about his theft during a hot and heavy night of sex.

Warnings: This might be interpreted as possessive or an unhealthy bond. Though its supposed to be just a very shy and respectful Miguel who let's loose during sex.:]

Authors note: I am not a writer!! This is my first time righting fanfic.. like.. ever!!! So don't attack me. Though honest, constructive criticism is something that I would love to hear. Sorry if there are spelling mistakes. Also, I don't know how to put proper description..... enjoy!!!!

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"Miggy?" I call out to my boyfriend who's currently towering over the coffee machine, waiting for it to brew.

"Yes, my love?" He responds with a look over his shoulder.

"Have you seen my black pointed heals? I can't seem to find them."

"No. Have you checked by the door?" He was lying.

He was lying. He was lying, and he didn't feel bad about it. The truth was he had stuffed them in the highest cupboard of the laundry room. He knew you couldn't reach it. He liked it that way. He couldn't let you open it since he had stuffed at least 4 pairs of heals in there.

"No miggy, they aren't here." You say after checking everywhere by the front door.

"Idk what to say, baby... we have to leave soon. Just throw on a different pair and I'll buy you some new ones later."

He was a liar... and he was damn good at it... until he wasn't.

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It was 2am. This insanity started hours ago, but Miguel's stamina wouldn't let down. Your soft moans could fuel him till sun rise, and he would love to do this forever. But unlike him, you have limits. Limits to your ability to stay strong, or at least keep yourself up right. But he doesn't really care. Your begs for a break won't succeed with a constantly starving man like him.

"One more round, please baby... please. I need you." His desperate begs caress your tear stained cheeks as he whispers them softly, leaning over you and filling you with sloppy thrust.

"Miguel- please.. It's too much.." You whine as you try to pull away, gripping desperately onto the sheets.

"Last one.... I promise..." he lies.

He said the same thing the last 4 rounds. If he could have it his way he'd continue. But he knew you couldn't keep going for much longer, so he used this opportunity to tell you what he couldn't bring himself to say otherwise.

"I lied..." he confesses. Watching your tits bounce with every rough trust, keeping himself busy while you tried to form a reply. It took you a while, but you managed to let out a soft hum, waiting for him to explain himself further.

"I took them. Your heels.. I fucking hate those things.." he thrust get faster as he says it. Hoping to make your brain foggy enough to not remember his confessions in the morning.

"I like your height, so why do you wear those weird things?" His heart felt lighter as he told you.

"I like that your height forces you to get on your tippy toes every time you want a kiss from me.. and even then, I have to bend over to reach you.... I like that you rely on me to reach those high shelves. Every time you ask me, you grow as red as a rose...."

You can feel his movements speed up. You can barely hear him... your mind fuzzy from pleasure. Lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin felt like white noise at this point. The dim shadow of his frame covering you completely.

"You're so small under me.. your body falls any way I bend it..." At his point, he was just speaking the first thing to cross his mind.

You didn't hear him, and he knew it. Seconds later, you feel his weight shift, the mattress by your head sinking under his heavy hand as he leaned in and whispered.

"Please don't take that away from me."

His words were demanding. He felt exactly what he said. Even though your eyes were shut tight, you knew his eyes were locked on you. His breath heavy, as if he just confessed a dirty secret. He kinda did...

"Promise me.... Promise me you won't wear them and I'll help you cum."

As tired as you were. You wanted it. You needed it. You needed him. So you give in.

"F-fine... I promise."

"You promise what?" He smirked hearing your whiney voice.

"I promise I won't wear the heels!!"

The pleasure he got from you saying that was immense. He shifted his weight once more as he changed your position like a marionette doll. Spreading your legs apart. His hands wrapped around your thighs, and his claws dug into your skin. The stinging pain of it was a wake-up call, causing you to gasp for air.

This position caused him to go deeper. The sticky mess from your previous rounds was being pushed out of your aching hole. The sound of his hips hitting your ass grew louder with every precise thrust. They got louder and louder until they stopped. Your thighs had clenched closed as you hit that high you were chasing. And you took him with you. Tightening around his pulsing cock in a way that made him fill you to the brim once more.

He watched your body shake. Your hips jerking forward. He would usually take that as his sign to keep going, but your fucked out face was telling him you couldn't take another thrust.

"You did great my love..... my little angel~" He cooed gentle praises as he rubbed your claw marked thighs.

"I'll buy you the cutest flats."

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A thing he didn't know.. is that you lied, too. His secret cupboard was emptied, and your heal collection was restored... and yes.. he pouted in silence.

The end

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fanficriter · 8 months

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Dating the BNHA Boys!

Warnings - None

Characters - Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Tamaki Amajiki

Notes - Isn’t my best work but oh well :3

Gender Neutral Reader

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Izuku Midoriya

- Silly lil guy

- Took him a LOT of courage to confess to you

- Just kinda stood there dumbfounded when you reciprocated his feelings

- Poor boy is lowkey insecure

- He’s silently insecure about his scars :(

- If you kissed his scars i think he’d go insane

- Will probably cry

- He has little notes about how pretty you are in his quirk journal thingy

- Will go in rants about how amazing you are to his friends

- “Y/N is just so perfect and i love them and i don’t know what id do with out them they’re always there for me and-“

- If you have long hair, he always keeps a pack of hair ties incase you need them 😭

- When you tell him about something you like, he will write it down so he remembers

- Was soooo nervous when he first held your hand

- He was SWEATING

- Always blushes without fail

- His hand are rough, but also rlly soft? (i need to make hand hcs holy shit)

- Doesn’t really like sparring with you bc he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he will if you rlly want to

- He will train together tho!

- He loves giving you tips, and watching you use your quirk

- Likes setting up little picnics with you bc he’s quite literally the perfect man ever

- He is a CUDDLIER

- Absolutely loves cuddling with you

- Loves it when you face him and dig your face into his neck

- Definitely talks in his sleep

- He loves taking you on dates to a bunch of different restaurants and such

- Gets so nervous when kissing you

- He loves it but he gets flustered way to easy

Katsuki Bakugou

- Malewife fr

- Will cook for you, though he acts like it’s a chore, he loves your reaction to all his different meals

- Deaf bakugou hc is my favourite thing ever i’m sorry

- He can still hear, (kind of) but he needs to wear a hearing aid

- He knows sign language, but really only uses it around his mom bc he’s embarrassed😭

- If you know sign language, you’ll win his heart IMMEDIATELY

- You were definitely the one to confess first

- Actually rejected you at first (he still liked you at the time)

- But after a few weeks, he confessed to you

- “I actually feel the same way or whatever… just didn’t wanna feed your ego to much…”

- Knows how to style hair weirdly well

- Will always make excuses to do your hair

- “Oi, c’mere, your hair looks like shit.”

- He’ll never admit it, but he LOVES head scratches

- Will lay on your thighs without warning, expecting you to scratch his scalp

- Sparring together is a MUST

- Don’t expect him to go easy on you

- Isn’t to big on PDA, but he’ll kiss you in private all you want

- The first few times you guys held hands, he was kinda scared that he would accidentally explode you 💀

- Doesn’t really take you out for dates a lot, it’s usually just movies and popcorn in bed

- But on the rare occasion when he DOES take you on a date, it is at the fanciest restaurants known to mankind

- Or hiking, he likes hiking

- It took a while for him to be comfortable with cuddling, but he loves spooning you, or holding you as you bury your face into his chest

Shoto Todoroki

- Confessed to you pretty soon after he realised his feelings

- Straight to the point

- “I’ve recently developed feelings for you.”

- Has a small smile when you said you liked him back

- He stares at you a lot

- Loves admiring you

- Also gives the weirdest compliments?

- “You have a nice facial structure, it suits you”

- “Thank you??”

- Will pick flowers occasionally and give them to you

- Literally buys you everything

- With his Dads credit card (You have no idea)

- You see a pair of shoes you like? BOOM. They are yours in 0.5 seconds

- He just buys everything bro CALM DOWN

- Loves taking you on fancy dinner dates

- You have to meet his siblings btw

- Mainly bc his sister WOULD NOT SHUT UP AB MEETING YOU

- She loves you

- So much

- It’s actually a bit concerning

- Doesn’t necessarily not like PDA, he just doesn’t feel the need to initiate it

- He can be a bit oblivious, so if you want PDA, just tell him!

- He has no problem with it

- Not really a cuddly person, but he will cuddle you if you want!

- Your relationship is definitely based on a lot of communication 😭

- As time passes, he will start to do those things without you having to ask, he just needed to get used to it

Tamaki Amajiki

- oh my god okay

- He confessed first but it took him SOOOO long

- Needed so much encouragement from his friends

- Then he just blurted it out while he was at your house one time

- “I- I love you!!”

- Almost died when you said it back

- Actually saw god when you tried holding his hand the first time

- CANNOT do PDA i think he would die

- Definitely an act of service man, he is too shy to do anything else

- Can’t reach somthing ? he’s on it. Your bathroom need cleaning? Consider it done!

- Also likes making you random little gifts

- Kiss him on the cheek i dare you

- He will EXPLODE

- Your always helping him calm down in public

- “Y/N i wanna go home”

- Further into the relationship he will slowly get used to physical affection

- I don’t think he will ever not get flustered tho

- He loves taking you out too eat

- Really likes picnic dates

- I feel like he meditates often to try and clear his head (there is a lot going on in there 😭)

- Will always invite you to meditate with him

- He actually really likes cuddling with you

- He almost dies every time but

- Loves when you spoon him

- Also loves laying on your chest (or the other way around)

- Absolute chef in the kitchen

- Always cooking u meals

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This took my life 3 weeks to write i kept putting it off so it’s not as detailed as i’d like it to be but oh well

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itsohh · 1 year

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The Morning After

A/N: G/N reader, so I've been playing as Soap for a bit (I normally play as Farah) and ho boy Soap kinda got me fucked up fr. Like that voice of his? Shiiitt before I was like lowkey down for him but now I'm like HO BOY down bad

Summary: After confessing to Soap how you feel he spends the night showing you exactly how he feels. Now he continues that the morning after.

Word count: 2094

Warnings: Smut

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Waking up felt like one of the hardest things you had ever done. Your eyes had been practically sealed shut and you could feel the dehydration start to set in. Throat completely dry, your body attempted to make up saliva as you groaned about. The blankets on top of your body were barely in place. Rather straw all over the bed exposing bits of flesh to the morning sun.

After you pushed off a rather particularly heavy blanket you stretched your toes out and started to get out. "Oh no you don't." A thick accented voice gave you little warning before his arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back in. His warm bare chest met with your equally naked back and he pressed a kiss against your shoulder. "If you think I'm letting you get away after that you're sorely mistaken." Johnny's voice was huskier than usual due to him waking up.

Memories of the previous night played before your eyes. Bumping into him just outside of his bedroom. The wide eyes he gave you when you told him you needed to tell him something in private. Soap hadn't hesitated for a moment to bring you back into his room, concern in his eyes.

Concern that had relaxed and wiped from his body when you spoke those words. "I want you." Not the most graceful confession you had to admit but he took it in stride.

"How much of me?" His need for clarification came without hesitation. Was it just sexually? A casual thing, did you just want his body. It wasn't the first time he had heard that. He had jumped up from the bed, impossibly close to you, his chest pressed against yours as a hand brushed your check.

"All of you." You could remember the way he didn't hesitate after your whisper, lips on yours practically tearing your clothes off.

Back down in reality, he lightly bit down on the shoulder that he had been kissing moments earlier. "Ah!" You whined out, much to his amusement.

"Had to bring you out of your daydream somehow." He chuckled and pressed a kiss just under your ear. "What's got your head all up in the clouds?" Soap knew. Without a doubt, he knew exactly where your head was.

"Thinking of last night."

"Good thoughts I hope."

"You could say something like that."

"Mmm, was not what I expected when I left my room. Certainly not complaining though." He placed a few more wet kisses against your neck. "What was your favourite part hmm?" John whispered and pushed his body flush against yours. His cock announced itself, hard and firm against your ass.

"I think mine was when those pretty eyes of yours were screwed shut and you were just blabbering out my name. Fuck you looked good bouncing on my cock."

"Johnny." You whimpered out his name.

"Mmm yeah it sounded just like that."

"Fuck, I need some water. You're going to be the death of me." You gasped and he chuckled but let you go.

"Suppose I did drain you dry of liquids last night didn't I?" With a stretch, he got out of the bed and made his way over to his shelf. Behind a book he exposed a few glasses and what looked to be a bottle of liquor. His eye caught yours and his face turned into a grin. "Don't worry, it's a bit early to be drinking this. Just borrowing the glasses."

You followed him into a bathroom where he filled it up with water and passed it to you. The cool water was insane. It hydrated the desert of a throat you had and you finally felt like you weren't going to die from dehydration.

"Does anyone else know you keep hard liquor in your room? Isn't that like contraband or something?"

"What are we? In basic training or something? No one gives a shit. Besides, I actually got the idea from the LT."

"Ghost keeps liquor in his room?" You stood in front of the sink and poured yourself another glass of water, this time sipping on it like Johnny was compared to your chugging of the previous glass.

"Yup. Price keeps his in his office. Feeling better?" He put down his glass.

"You have no idea. How good is your shower McTavish?"

"Unless you secretly got a special shower installed, as good as yours." He winked over your shoulder through the mirror and walked over to the shower to turn it on. In the reflection you could really see how he did a number on you. Little bruises around your hips had started to form. Similar to the bite marks on your thighs. Soap really hadn't held back yesterday.

"Little surprised you can still walk." He hummed and stood next to the shower door for you.

"I think my legs are a little numb at this point." You admitted and headed over to the shower where he chuckled. You stuck a hand under the water and ripped it away impossible fast. Soaps eyes widened and you hissed at him.

"Why the fuck is it so hot?"

"What do you mean? That's how I normally have it?"

"Your fucking crazy, that's boiling water Soap." You leaned in and increased the cold water.

"I like my showers hot." He shrugged.

"How the fuck do you have any skin left?"

"Not my fault your skins so thin." You slapped him on the chest in response and he laughed.

"Ow you wound me, yah bastard." He continued to laugh and you tested the water. This time it was at a far more reasonable temperature and you slipped in. A loud moan left your lips as the water kissed your body.

"Better?" He grinned and stepped into the shower behind you. "Fuck that's cold." He grinned when you turned and gave him a good. He laughed out, a meaty laugh that had his entire body shake. "Relax, relax." He continued to laugh and wrapped his arms around your body. His lips pressed against your neck. "You're adorable when you're mad you know that?"

"Har har Mctavish."

"Mmm like it when you say my name." His hands ran down your shoulders and arms. "Fucking loved it when you were screaming it last night." His cock pressed against your ass and with a step he pressed you against the tilted wall of the shower.

"Johnny."

"You know how hot that is? Only you can make my name sound so perfect." His teeth nipped at the crook of your neck and one hand got a thorough grab of your ass. "Think you can handle some more?"

"Soap." You moaned, your hand found his hair on your shoulder and gave it a decent tug. A throaty groan rumbled from him and a wet slap of your ass echoed out. A light sting that had you pressing yourself against his hand.

"Fucked this tight hole of yours nice and good last night but do you think you can handle some more?" He pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss on your shoulder. "It's okay if you can't. I know I can be a bit much."

"You're gonna have to try harder than that." You managed to groan out.

"Oh, you're in for it now." He slapped your ass again and leaned for a bottle on a rather high shelf. You frowned for a second and gasped slightly when his slick two fingers started to press into your entrance. It felt like they were lubricated but you could have sworn that he left that in his bedroom. Did it smell… of strawberries?

"You better not have used conditioner to lubricate those fingers." He laughed at your growl but continued to scissor you open.

"Nah it's lube. Silicone base to be exact, this is the flavored one. You already got a taste of my normal stuff last night."

"Who the fuck keeps their lube in the shower?" You hissed out when he pulled out his fingers.

"I do, look no one thinks twice when you see a million bottles in the shower now do they?"

"And if someone asks why you have lube in the shower?" He pressed the head of his cock at your entrance.

"Then I say 'why the fuck you rummaging through my shower?'" He slotted himself into you with one long push. Your walls hugging him tight but still remembering your previous nights activities.

Your hand balled into a fist against the shower and you rolled your hips back against his. "Shit, ohh fuck, you were made for me huh?" He pulled out almost completely before he thrust back into you. That curved cock of his hitting that sweet spot so perfectly.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?" He started a steady pace of fucking you against the wall.

"Uhhh? How long?" You managed to slur out.

"The second I saw you walk into that meeting room."

"When the pair of us got teamed up on that mission in Nepal?"

"That's the one, fuck." He groaned as he buried himself into you.

"We had just met!"

"Oh so you couldn't tell I was undressing you with my eyes, thank god."

"You were?- Shittt right there." He lifted up your leg to emphasize the angle.

"Right here?" He grunted and you let out a long blabbed moan in affirmation.

"You were undressing me with your eyes?" You breathed out.

"God yes, unprofessional of me I know. Liked to imagine that you had a nice lacy set on under all that gear. Maybe something dark green. Sometimes something black."

"Sometimes? This happen a lot?" You whimpered out which didn't do great things for your voice when you were trying to sound outraged.

"Surprised you didn't notice it. Ghost certainly did."

"Ghost- what?"

"Keep it in your pants Johnny." He gave you a shitty fake over the top British accent which had you laugh out and clench around him.

"Fuck." He drew out the moan and slapped a hand on the tile next to you. "Feel like I'm a wee lad again when I'm with you."

"What?" Your laugh turned into a moan and a grin spread across your face.

"Been inside you what? Five, ten minutes? Won't be much longer with the way you squeeze around me, fuck." He buried his face into your neck. The hand on the tiles slipped down in front of you and started to touch you. "But I'll be damned if I'm cuming before you are. Want to feel you squeeze down around me. Like you did last night, fuck!"

You let out a long moan as he continued to pleasure you, not stopping with his hard pace. "Can you do that for me? Can you cum for me?" He panted in your ear and you let out a small whine. "Yes or no, pretty thing."

"Fuck, yes, John. I can- oh fuck I'm so close." You whined out all at once and you could feel his lips grin against your neck.

"Yeah? Then do it for me. Please, cum for me. Cum down on this cock, fucking give me everything you have left. I wanna feel you- I want-"

"Fuck! Soap!" In a spasm of gaspy moans you clenched down around him.

"Thank you, oh fuck, shit you don't know how good that feels. Fuck." Soap slammed himself into you and came with you. His cock pumped as much cum as it possibly could inside of you as he let out long low groans in your ear. "So fucking perfect aren't you? Shit." His cock throbbed inside of you to the point you swore you could feel his heartbeat. It raced in time with your own heartbeat that thrummed in your ear.

Slowly he lowered your shaky leg back onto the ground and made sure you didn't collapse under your own weight. "So fucking glad we have today off." He let out through pants and allowed you to slowly turn around and face him. His dick slipped from you and the pair of you both let out a sound in unison.

Soaps eyes widened for a moment and he let out a breath. Satisfaction and a slight amount of disbelief in his face. "Shit I just… still can't believe you here huh."

"Really?"

"You have no idea, this is like some really good wet dream I'm having." You wrapped your arms around his neck as he spoke and pulled him in for a kiss.

"Well, we better hope you don't wake up then."

#soap x reader #johnny mctavish #cod x reader #mw2 x reader #modern warfare 2 #call of duty #cod

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abiiors · 7 months

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4.5. george // george daniel x oc

a/n: the introduction of the dual pov hehe. and ik things might be a bit confusing atm but it will all make sense eventually <3 (ps: men are idiots) cw: smoking, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smut wc: 1.4k masterlist

george hasn’t slept a wink.

his sheets are bunched, coming out from one corner from all the tossing and turning he’s done all night, replaying that one moment in his head over and over and over again. fuck! he does not know what came over him—kissing her like that. even looking at her like that in the first place…

and yet every time he closes his eyes all he can see is her face inches away from his, eyes bright with anger and something else entirely. all he can see are her perfect fucking lips, so so close to his, inviting him… daring him almost. and her words—then make me—echo inside his skull on a constant loop.

cleo.

george can’t stop thinking about cleo.

and if this continues at current rate, he might just pull out all his hair by the end of the week.

she’s been the bane of his existence ever since she arrived; even before she arrived—wrenching him out of his normal schedule and forcing him out into the july heat. fuck, he would have done it too for anyone else. sure he would have grumbled a little bit but it would have been fine. whatever!

with cleo, however, it’s different.

for starters, every time he looks at cleo, he remembers how she left matty the first time she went to new york.

she might not know, but george remembers how matty had showed up in his bedroom, tears streaming down his face and drunk out of his mind only to throw up right on george’s floor and then cry right next to it.

in one, short succinct word—cleo had left his best friend a mess.

from whatever gibberish he managed to translate that night, george had gleaned three things—

matty had confessed his undying love for cleo.

cleo had not reciprocated it.

and then she’d left for new york the very next day.

and that was that—matty refused to speak about that night ever again even though the weeks that followed were definitely some of the worst george saw him go through.

and now she is back. trying to take advantage of matty’s soft spot for her after being thrown out of uni for whatever reason. (he suspects it was because she was too busy partying.)

so yes, he feels sick to his stomach at the fact that not only did he kiss the girl his best friend has feelings for… he liked kissing the girl his best friend has feelings for.

and so he waits for matty in his bedroom, his head hanging in shame and his hands rubbing his tired face while his mind continues to replay the kiss over and over again.

there’s one more thing he hasn’t stopped thinking about besides the kiss.

cleo in that smoking area. cleo with her dress almost falling off of her—the top of her tits visible and her lips red and swollen while that piece of shit ethan continued to stare at her like she was meat.

even then george wanted to rip him off her. and even then, for one insane moment, he wondered what it would be like if his hand was between her legs instead of ethan’s

george shakes his head and the front door shuts quietly.

he straightens again, uncharacteristically nervous about this, and wipes his sweaty palms against his joggers. his stomach turns again (maybe he’s coming down with something) but in a few seconds, matty saunters in with a coy smile on his face.

“matty,” george clears his throat as soon as his friend comes into view. “we need to talk…”

matty stares at him like he’s grown two heads. his mouth is slightly parted and his shoulders tense—george knows what this means. he’s feeling defensive. and so george raises his palms and retreats into himself a bit more.

“what do you mean…” matty asks, each word measured and careful. “what do you mean she’s using me, george?”

he opens and closes his mouth like a fish.

“cleo’s been my friend for like a decade now. are you trying to say she’s faking it? because i don’t think so.”

with each word his tone gets more and more clipped. more defensive. george hasn’t even had a chance to get a word in for a few minutes now. not since the first time he spoke and watched matty grow more and more rigid with every accusation he hurled at cleo.

his stomach turns again. he wants to tell matty what happened. the kiss. the way she looked at him while making out with another man. the way she looked at him—george, and not anyone else—while they were performing. and the way he fucking liked every second of it.

“the last time she left, you were a mess,” george offers helplessly and matty shakes his head.

“that was four years ago.”

“you don’t remember that night, matty. but i do!”

“i remember than night!” he crosses his arms in front of him. “i know i was a mess but my best friend was leaving, was that not expected?”

george rolls his eyes as he feels the first kernel of irritation build in him. “that’s a fucking understatement.”

“don’t rehash it, george.”

“you said you loved her!”

“we were teenagers,” he snaps, “i fancied her!”

george wants to ask him if he still does. if those feelings are still there and still as strong as before but he knows matty will retreat more into himself if george made him talk about it. all george knows is that he doesn’t want matty to feel the same level of hurt when cleo leaves again.

“i don’t trust her, matty…” he whispers, feeling a bit helpless.

“why not?”

george shakes his head. “how can you trust her after what she did to you?!”

matty rubs his face and takes a deep breath. then he walks up to george and places his hands on his shoulders.

“i love you, george,” he sighs, “and i really do appreciate you looking out for me. but this is none of your business.”

“but—”

“this is between me and her,” matty cuts him off. “she’s a good friend to me, mate. a good person.”

“then why was she going to hook up with ethan hicks last night?”

the second he says those words, george feels a pit open in his stomach. bile crawls up his throat as he watches matty’s face go from confusion to shock to devoid of any emotion at all.

“ethan…” he whispers.

and george knows exactly what he’s thinking. everyone knows ethan and his serial cheater habits. everyone including matty.

and now that he’s said it, george knows he can’t take it back. shame so sharp burns through him and he’s sure he’s about to throw up right here, all over the floor but matty staggers back.

george reaches out, desperate to say something, anything that will erase that last sentence from existence but matty holds up his hand.

“leave me alone,” he mumbles and george all but runs out of his room and back to his own, slamming the door shut behind him.

oh my god…

fuck. fuck. fuck.

he takes in several deep breaths to calm his racing heart, to not think of how majorly he just fucked up. george deliberately hits his head against the wall—softer the first time and then a bit harder the next.

irrational anger bubbles up inside of him. cleo knows how matty feels about her. cleo knows how much kindness matty has shown her and still she kissed him back!

a small voice in his head tells him what he did just now was horrible. the same voice tells him not to shift the blame onto her. she might have kissed him back, but he was the one to instigate it but george shoves it down. fear and guilt washes over him all over again. matty is going to find out about this and then he’s going to think he made moves on her despite knowing it would hurt matty and then george is going to lose his best friend and fuck maybe even his band and—

he stops himself from spiraling and lights a cigarette.

the kiss was a temporary blip, he tells himself. he’s not going to let cleo ruin it for matty for the second time.

and tomorrow. or maybe the day after—when matty’s had a chance to calm down—george is going to confess everything.

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trumanlilac · 2 years

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/ / 1 3 - i ' m - n o t - i n t o - y o u / /

Staying with Matty wasn't anything like Ellie expected. They became more distant than close, awkward than comfortable, and quiet than loud. Making it through the first week was the most complicated, being that all they ever wanted to do was to fuck. The only thing coming in between was Alex and how wrong it was, even though they already had before.

Matty spent so much time with the guys and their music, he hadn't had much time to care at all. He'd rather have things back the way they were, not having any one specific girl to owe his time to. All the worry of not hurting Ellie and making sure she was alright became tiring, and he didn't know what happened between them messing around and now to make his head spin so much.

Ellie was just a girl after all, breaking hearts like the rest. Sleeping around with him, hiding from her own twisted relationship, and not wanting to commit to either one of the two. Somehow Matty didn't mind having his heart broken by her, but it was time she gave it a rest and he could persuade her.

He rung the doorbell of the Moore home, giving Alex a proper visit at last. Mrs. Moore opened the door, smiling as she saw him.

"Matthew! Hi, here for Alex?" Her asking made him nervous, she couldn't know anything about him and Ellie...

He nodded quickly, playing it cool, "hi, yeah, he is here, right? Or is he back at the apartment?" He asked.

"He's here sweetheart, he's upstairs, in his old bedroom." She let him in, shutting the door behind him as he straggled in.

"Alright, thanks." A fake smile flashed at Mrs. Moore as he made his way up the stairs. He first passed Ellie's room, making it to Alex's. Ellie was back at his flat, and knowing so made him feel strange being in her home.

He knocked on the door, The Smiths playing loudly, drowning the sound of a "come in," from Alex.

Matty pushed the door open, shutting it behind him and seeing Alex organizing his favorite records and boxing them, he supposed to take back to his place.

"Hey." He said, turning off "This Night Has Opened My Eyes." To his surprise Alex looked perfectly fine, minus a cut on the side of his face.

"Hey man, its good to see you." He set the record in hand down, going over to Matty and hugging him.

Matty hugged him back, tightly, happy that he was okay. He held onto the side of his stomach as they tore apart from one another, trying to hide the pain which laid underneath as best he could.

"How are you feeling? Shit, I was so scared when I heard what happened..." Matty confessed, with having to hold back every fear inside him just to keep Ellie from going insane, he couldn't help but to express how he felt as he had the chance.

A sarcastic laugh escaped Alex's mouth slightly, "if you were scared why didn't you see me?"

"What? I did...I was there." Matty said.

"Once. You didn't even come in." Alex said, looking at him.

"I couldn't they wouldn't allow it, they told us family only, Alex." Matty explained.

"Right."

"You don't believe me?"

"I do." Alex said, going back to his records.

"Why won't you even look at me?" Matty took the record from his hands, his guilt taking him for a ride.

"Everyone else came when they allowed visitors and where were you?"

Robbing a bank.

"Alex, I can't tell you where I was but I can't express enough how much I really do care and how much I would have been there if I could..." He said, "you're my best mate..." He said, trying to hold back the tears which collected at the very thought of anything having happened to him.

There was a silence between them, both of them hurting the same.

Alex looked him in the eyes, seeing an honest and hopeless apology. He didn't know if it was right or wrong, that without thinking he leaned in and kissed Matty.

Matty's heart raced in his chest, pushing Alex off, "what are you doing?!"

They both stared at one another, feeling lost.

"I..." Alex lost for words, shook his head, regretting the moment he'd always imagined to workout...the moment he'd always imagined Matty would kiss him back and feel the same way.

Liketheir friendship was always more than it seemed. Every moment they'd spent together and every trial they'd faced. His eyes glistened as his heart began to ache.

"I'm not..." Matty didn't know what to say himself, so many thoughts yapping at him at once, "I'm not...into you."

The silence continued until Mrs. Moore opened the door, "hey Matty did you want to stay for dinner? I was thinking we--"

"I'm sorry, I have to go." He rushed out of the bedroom, without looking back.

"Is everything alright?" Mrs. Moore asked.

"Mum can I be alone?" Alex asked.

Matty hurried down the stairs, opening the front door and stepping out, hanging onto the door knob as he shut it behind him, not knowing how supportive of a friend he was being to leave...Do I stay, or do I go? He sighed, trying to catch his breath in which he held onto for the longest time.

He let go slowly, grabbing a cigarette from his coat pocket and lighting it up.

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snappleapple · 3 years

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their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

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todoshotoroki · 3 years

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𝒩𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹, 𝒯𝑜𝒹𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓀𝒾?

Warnings: smut, handjob, begging, praise, f bodied reader x needy Todoroki.〤 Minors DNI

Word count: 1.4k

Shoto Todoroki wasn't sure how someone like him could end up in a situation like this. He tried so desperately to pinpoint the events that led up to this moment, but there was absolutely no way he'd ever be able to focus in this position. He could feel your breasts behind him, like soft pillows that gave him the perfect angle to get a peak at your beautiful face if he tilted his head up just enough. Your delicious thighs pressed onto his sides as he lied between them, and the soft, supple smell of your vanilla lotion mixed with your strawberry shampoo completely eradicated any of his remaining senses.

“Are you ready, Sho?” Your voice was like a soft angelic whisper in his ear, and he could have sworn you were a siren at this point. Perhaps a succubus by the way your hand daintily dragged between the edges of his t-shirt and the line of his sweatpants. It made his cock throb even more in his pants, and he was afraid soon you'd be able to see his precum leak through his sweats.

“Shoto? Did you change your mind?” Although your voice was more than comforting and accepting, the way your hand slowly retreated from him made a small, panicked gasp leave him. “No! No- I mean, I still want to” His hand shook with nerves as it rested on top of yours to prevent you from pulling away, instead, your fingertips dancing across his lower stomach and under his shirt. “I want you to, it's just..” He tilted his head again, meeting your encouraging gaze.

God you were so pretty, especially when you looked at him with such kind eyes. He knew he wanted this, he's only fantasized about being between your legs on multiple occasions, stroking his cock in his dorm late at night by himself after returning from watching movies with you all night long. “I don't want to disappoint you” He admitted quietly. Still being a newcomer to sexual activities himself, there was nobody he trusted more then you, his best friend.

But he couldn't help feeling insanely a bit shy underneath your gaze..

Your eyes widened in surprise, as you leaned down to place your chin onto his shoulder. You had to be certain he’d hear you, so you got in close to whisper in his ear. “You could never do that Shoto, especially not ever sexually. I've always admired you, you did know that, didn't you?”

Todoroki’s eyes fluttered shut, and his breathing quickened as your fingers slipped into the waistline of his joggers, pushing past his briefs at the same time. So close. Your fingers were so close to his cock.. It was difficult to focus, but he managed a small shake of his head in response. Did you truly look up to him? Was he that special to you?

“But I do, Shoto. You're so strong, and so intuitive. Nobody knows me like you do, you're my best friend” Your whispered praises were so angelic in his ear that it caused a shudder to run down his spine. At the same moment, your hands wrapped around his cock and he had to grip your knees, which were bent at each of his sides, for support. Instantly his eyes flew open, and he tilted his head to look over at you to gauge your reaction to touching him for the first time ever.

You had a blush over your cheeks, and your eyes looked at him as if he held the answers to everything you wanted to know. “Y-Y/n” He muttered, his eyes fluttering back shut as he finally, finally, felt your hand wrap around his cock. He felt like he had run 4 miles by the time your fingers began to wrap around him under his sweatpants. Todoroki leaned his head back, his soft, silky hair tickling the underside of your jaw. You reached down with your free hand, and gently pushed his pants and briefs down just enough for his cock to be released from its confines.

He let out a choked moan, his eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment. As if his cheeks were not already flushed red and his cock wasn't already rock hard and oozing precum. “Y/n, Y/n, please, please” He wasn't sure what he was asking for, you were already touching him and he felt guilty for being so greedy, especially with how he had to resist thrusting his hips up into your hand. “Yes, Sho?” You answered, your hand movements gradually beginning to speed up.

“Y/n- I cant- I don't know if I can-'' He wasn't sure where his sentence was going, so he opted out for realizing the built up groan in his throat instead. Your soft hands seemed like they were coaxing words he didn't even mean to say from his lips. But even he couldn't resist your name tumbling past his mouth once more. “Y/n, mmph” How could he hold back when your fingers worked the tip of his cock so expertly?

“You really like saying my name huh?” His eyes opened just enough so he could study your face as a small giggle fell past your lips. It made his own creased eyebrows lift in pleasure, not only from the tension quickly building in his stomach, but from the soft whisper of your tone. God, how was he ever supposed to go back to life as normal after this? “Do you want me to stop?” Your voice was slightly teasing, and as if you could push it even further, your fingers began to slow.

“Wait! No- no please, keep going, please keep going” His hands reached up to tightly grip onto each of your thighs, his nails digging into your skin and leaving small crescent shaped marks on your skin. His hips barely lifted off the bed, thrusting into your hand as if to make up for the speed you had taken away. “Don't stop, i don't want you to stop” His moan echoed around his dorm walls, though he couldn't find himself to care as your hand movements sped up once more.

“Okay I won't Shoto, I'll keep makin’ you feel good m’kay?”

“I've wanted this for so long, I've thought about you so much” He began to ramble in a mumbled tone, his eyesight drifting from your hand around his cock to look up at you, and when he was met with the sight of your flushed cheeks and your bottom lip caught between your teeth, he dared not to blink and miss it. “Your all I think about, all of my thoughts about you are improper” His confession caused his thrusts to speed up into your hand, his fingertips squeezing even tighter around your thighs, which clenched at his sides for some form of relief for yourself.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Shoto wasn't usually one to cuss unless something had truly angered him, but today seemed like a whole lot of firsts. “You're so pretty, Shoto. So pretty” God what were you trying to do to him? He was already melting in your hold, he thought for sure he would black out if he tried to stand up. But you couldn't help it, the way his head leaned back onto your shoulder gave you the perfect angle to kiss and nibble along his neck and shoulders.

“I'm going to cum, I'm gonna cum, Y/n I- cum” He repeated in a whispered mantra of moans. Your praises were too much for him, and his eyes never left your face. Your non-dominant hand reached up to pull his t-shirt along his stomach, your nails grazing along his abs in the process. That was pretty much all it took for his cock to begin throbbing uncontrollably in your hand, long spurts of creamy, hot cum shooting all across his half naked chest.

“Too much. It's too much, feels too good” His whines were so adorable, his body flinching slightly at the sensitivity of your hand smearing his cum along the base of his cock. When your movements finally slowed to a stop, Todoroki’s eyes were closed and his lungs were panting for air to catch up with his lungs. He felt dizzy, he felt like he'd never return from the clouds that you had just so happened to toss him into. But yet the sweet feeling of your lips pressing feathery kisses on his jawline provided him enough support to be coaxed back to reality.

“Y/n” He whispered, tilting his head to press further into your lips against his cheek.

“Y/n, please let me kiss you right now”

��𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: “𝒮𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓉, 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎”

𝑂𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♡

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somnambulants · 3 years

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Could you write protective!nat x r? I’m a sucker for r getting hurt on a mission, but I know you’ve already done that. Maybe r is in training w natasha as her trainer, and they go on what’s supposed to be an easy first mission for r but it turns out their intel is completely wrong. Even though r is in over her head, she saves nat’s life and gets hurt. Lots of guilty and protective nat and the confessing of feelings

with a safety pin

word count: 1.3K

“It was wrong – the….they… wrong, we’re outnumbered–”

The words come out jumbled, crackling in your earpiece as Wanda yells into her own from her position. You scan the field in front of you, but you can’t see her.

She's right though. You’re definitely outnumbered.

Every time you hit a target, there’s another three lining up after it. You’ve managed to push your way through half of them when you look up and spot Natasha across the field at the same time one of the beings you’re fighting does.

As it runs towards Natasha – who is occupied with trying to fight off a group of them already – you dart across the field in pursuit.

It’s a split-second decision but you don’t even need that time to make up your mind about what to do as you throw yourself between them.

You manage to get a hit on it, but not before it swipes out at you with its claws, snarling, and pulls you down with it.

It takes a second for the pain to hit you but when it does; boy it does.

The last thing you see before everything turns dark is Natasha hovering above you and the horrified look in her eyes.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

You wouldn’t be surprised if Natasha walked a hole into the floor with the way she’s going.

She hasn’t stopped pacing around your med-bay room once since you’d woken; if you asked any of your other teammates, you also wouldn’t be surprised if they told you she’s been doing it since you were bought in.

Still groggy from whatever meds they’d given you, you hesitate as you take in her words.

It’s not like you can give her an honest answer.

You can’t turn around and be like: well you see, Nat, I did it because i’m in love with you. And would do it again. Because I’m in love with you, as I said. No biggie though.

Either way, you’re saved from answering as she continues, not even sparing you a glance.

You huddle on the gurney beneath you and try not to flinch as she barks at you, even more harshly than before: “Are you insane Y/N? What the hell was going through your head when you thought that was a good idea?”

“Yeah, it was pretty dumb,” Sam agrees quietly in the corner, before he flinches when Natasha whirls around on him and slaps him on the arm. “You said it first!”

“Get out,” Natasha orders tersely, ignoring him. “All of you.”

She reaches out and grabs the back of your vest as you try to tiptoe out with the rest of the team. A few of them giving you sympathetic looks as they pass. “Not you.”

You don’t even bother trying to twist under her hold, it’s futile. You know better than anyone. When the room is clear, door shut behind them, she lets you go, surprisingly gentle even with the stormy expression on her face.

You watch her cautiously for a second before you clear your throat. “Nat, I’m sorry.”

At your words, her gaze narrows even further, and you flinch back instinctively as she advances on you again. The look in her eye making you back up until youre stopped abruptly when you make contact with the edge of the gurney behind you.

She doesn’t stop until she’s looming over you, hands on either side of you, flat against the gurney and caging you in so you’re trapped against her.

She’s so close that you’re pretty much breathing the same air. In almost any other circumstance you’d be jumping for joy being this close to her.

“I’m sorry,” you say again, almost whispering this time.

Natasha is probably the person you respect most in the world and her obvious disappointment in you made you feel about two inches tall.

“You ever do that again and you’re off the team, got it?”

You start to protest, feeling like she’s being a little unfair. It’s not like you meant for this to happen. “I was just trying to –”

Immediately Natasha cuts you off as she grabs the front of your shirt, leaning in until your faces are so close that all you’d have to do is angle your head the right way and your lips would be touching.

That particular thought still sends a thrill up your spine, despite the severity of the situation. Since you’d joined the team and Natasha had begun training you, you’d spent a lot more time daydreaming about that particular scenario than you’d ever want to admit.

“I don’t care about what you were trying to do,” she growls, her gaze dark and intent with the anger you can see inside of her eyes as she scowls at you. “Never do that again. Never put yourself in danger for me ever again. You hear me?”

“What?!” you can’t help yourself this time. Despite yourself, you’re starting to get a little worked up too. And a little incredulous; you’ve never seen her lose her cool like this in all the time she’s been mentoring you. “Are you kidding? That’s part of being on this team. We’re always in danger!”

“That doesn’t mean you can just risk your life for me!”

“Why not? You’d do the same for me!”

“That’s irrelevant!”

“How is it irrelevant, Natasha?”

You’re both yelling now, inches apart, and you know distantly that the team must be able to hear you and you know you’re going to feel embarrassed about it later.

At your words, Natasha falls silent and it’s like some of the anger leeches out of her as her shoulders slump a little.

It’s at this moment that you can finally spot the worry in her eyes, no longer masked by her anger and it finally clicks what her reaction is actually about.

It’s not because she’s angry at your insubordination.

She isn’t scolding you for going against her orders or the plan.

She’s scared.

“Why is it irrelevant?” you repeat, a little softer this time. “It was my decision, Nat. If I died today, it would’ve been on me. Not you. You don’t have to feel bad about it.”

When she looks at you this time, you can see that spark of anger is back. You’re not sure how but you’ve clearly said the wrong thing.

“You think just because you’re okay with sacrificing yourself like an idiot that I should be okay with it too?”

You just manage to hold back a flinch at the harshness of her words. And then you actually do flinch as she grabs you, fingers digging into your upper arms a little, not enough to hurt but enough to keep you in place. “You think I’d just be okay with it? If something happened to you?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Ignoring you, she lets go of one of your arms to grab the front of your tattered vest, running her hand down the bloodstained fabric.

You remember all of a sudden that it’s not even your vest; it’s hers. You hadn’t been able to find yours this morning and she’d shrugged hers off without hesitation and handed it over, zipping it up for you.

“I’m really sorry about the vest,” you say quietly and you must really be making it your personal mission to say everything wrong today because this seems to tip her over the edge completely.

“I don’t care about the goddamn vest, Y/N! God you’re so --“she seems to struggle for what to say for a second, hands coming up to fist and unfist in the remains of said vest as she glares at you, as though you should understand what she’s trying to say. You don’t. “You’re just so reckless! Why would you do that!”

“Nat, I’m sorry --”

“Shut up!” She growls. You let out a squeak of surprise as she pulls you toward her roughly, hand sliding around to the back of your neck. “Just shut up!”

There’s a second of complete blankness in your mind, where you have no idea what’s happening until you realise that her lips are on yours and she’s kissing you.

You kiss her back eagerly, trying to hold onto what parts of her you can reach until with a little growl, she grabs your hands and pins them by your side, holding you in place firmly.

“Never do that again,” she orders sternly, when you break apart. She rests her forehead against yours as her eyes flutter open and meet yours. “Promise me you won’t do that again.”

Breathlessly, you just have time to mumble an agreement awkwardly —you’d do anything she asks of you right now just for the chance to kiss her again — before she pulls you back in.

#natasha romanoff x reader

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starryhyuck · 3 years

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thin walls. (m)

pairing: softdom!jaemin x sub!reader

words: 1.8k+

summary: you try your best to keep quiet since you know jaemin’s room is right next to yours. turns out you’re not as quiet as you think.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: dom!jaemin, bestfriend!jaemin, roommate!jaemin, oral sex, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie

“Isn’t it weird?”

“Is what weird?”

You’re having your weekly video call with Donghyuck and Renjun, the latter actually paying attention to your conversation while the former furiously clicks away on his keyboard.

“We’ve been quarantining for almost a year now. You haven’t gotten any dick in months and your roommate is like the hottest guy we know,” Renjun clarifies, raising an eyebrow. You both ignore the sound of Donghyuck grumbling loudly as he loses another game.

You roll your eyes. “And you’re so concerned about my sex life because?”

“Because clearly, neither me or Donghyuck have one. I’m living vicariously through you.”

That gets Donghyuck’s attention. “For your information, I am supporting many lovely women through OnlyFans. It’s only Renjun that has difficulties with sexual partners.”

Renjun scoffs. “I could have anyone on their knees for me, and we all know it.”

There’s a knock on your door and you take an earbud out when Jaemin pops his head in. He looks like a mess — his hair springing up in different places and eyes puffy. You frown at his disheveled state.

“Hey, are you still busy?”

Your fingers move at the speed of lightning, barely registering Renjun’s protest when you quickly leave the meeting. You toss your laptop and earbuds aside to give your best friend your full attention.

He chuckles and scratches the back of his neck. “If you’re busy, I can come back later.”

“Nope, not busy anymore. Are you okay, Jaem?”

He fully enters the room and shuts the door behind him. He smiles softly at you as he takes a seat on your bed.

“Not feeling too great. Just wanted to see you.”

You ignore the swell in your chest at his confession, worriedly stroking his cheek when you realize how red his eyes are. His hand comes up to play with your fingers, eyes moving in and out of focus.

“What’s wrong?” You finally ask.

He shrugs. “Didn’t do so well on my test today. Feeling a little hopeless.”

Your frown grows deeper. You move closer to him, wanting to soothe his pain.

“Don’t say that. It’s just one test, you’ll do better on the next one. I’ll help you! We can make flash cards and create some trivia games to help you remember.”

He chuckles, eyes still staring down at your connected hands.

“You always know what to say. How is that?”

You giggle. “I earned the title of your best friend for a reason.”

“I suppose you did.” His eyes move upwards to lock on you. “Can I stay here? Just for tonight.”

You freeze. You haven’t slept next to Jaemin in months, the two of you only doing so when you were really drunk or really sad. You don’t even remember what it’s like to fall asleep in your best friend’s arms.

“Sure.”

And you two fall into a quiet rhythm, Jaemin’s arms circling around you as he brings your back to his chest. Your eyes flutter shut, focusing on his steady breaths as you try to fall asleep.

You’re startled when you suddenly feel a pair of lips ghost over your neck, pressing a small kiss to your collarbone.

“J-Jaem?”

He hums in response, not showing any signs of stopping while he continues to pepper kisses on your shoulder.

“Jaem, w-what are you d-doing?”

“I heard you last night.”

You pause. You try to register what he’s saying, which you find is incredibly hard to do when his tongue darts out, licking a stripe up your neck. You backtrack to last night, when you were feeling so drowsy but struggled to get to sleep. You don’t remember much, except for the fact that you reached to your nightstand to grab your vibrator-

Oh. Oh fuck.

“Y-You heard that?”

He hums again, moving to suck your neck with vigor. When he finally parts from his masterpiece, he chuckles.

“How could I not? The walls aren’t exactly thin, you know. I hear everything — all your silly commentary when you rewatch your favorite dramas, your weekly conversations with Renjun and Donghyuck, the pretty little noises you make when you turn your vibrator on, and the unmistakable sound of porn you watch when you’re really aroused.”

You feel more than embarrassed, stuttering as you try to offer an explanation. Jaemin chuckles against your ear, biting softly down on the lobe. A whimper tumbles out of your mouth before you realize it.

“I couldn’t sleep last night after listening to you. You made me fail my test, baby.”

“I’m s-sorry.”

“If you’re really sorry, you’ll let me eat you out.”

You swear your heart stops. “W-What?”

“I’m hungry. You wouldn’t want me to go to bed on an empty stomach, would you?”

“U-Um, no.”

Before you know it, you’re on your back with Jaemin between your legs. His fingers thumb over the fabric of your pajama shorts and he looks up at you, his eyes glimmering with a question.

You nod. “It’s okay, Jaem.”

With your permission, he slides your shorts down your legs and throws them haphazardly across the room. His gaze darkens at the sight of your lacy panties, which you honestly wore unintentionally today. You’re glad you picked them this morning though, because Jaemin looked like he was about to go insane at the sight.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

And then his tongue licks a stripe up your clothed core and you yelp. He’s almost predatory, shoving your underwear aside and diving into your sopping pussy. You moan when his tongue furiously licks your folds, curling in on yourself while he holds you down.

“Jaemin!”

He parts from you briefly and raises an eyebrow. “I think you have another name to call me.”

You’re confused yet again. “W-What?”

He snickers. “Forgot already? I listened to all those dirty videos you were watching, baby. I know all your cute little kinks. Now, I know you have a different name to address me as.”

“J-Jaemin, I-“

He clicks his tongue. “That’s not right.”

You gather all the courage you have inside of you, ignoring the clear embarrassment on your face by the fact that Jaemin has discovered all of your secret fantasies.

“Daddy, please eat me out.”

He smiles mischievously. “Good girl.”

You have no time to dwell on your self-consciousness before he’s sinking a finger inside of you, tongue lapping at your clit. You feel like a dog in heat, warmth spreading throughout your body as you struggle to comprehend the fact that your best friend is currently eating you out like his life depends on it.

“D-Daddy, daddy!” You scream when he slips another finger inside, curling them upwards while he sucks on your clit furiously. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna-“

You cry out when your orgasm sweeps over you in waves, thrashing and whimpering under Jaemin’s hold. He uses his other hand to hold your hips down when the oversensitivity crashes into you, desperately trying to push away from him.

“D-Daddy, no, I-I’m sensitive-“

Jaemin growls and holds you tighter, fingers still drilling into your pussy and mouth wrapped around your sensitive bud. You don’t have time to warn him when your second orgasm comes just as quickly as the first, convulsing around him. You try to gain a sense of strength to push him away before he can launch you into a third, and Jaemin gets the message as he parts from you.

His chin glimmers with evidence of your arousal, fingers slipping into his mouth while he tastes the remnants of your two orgasms.

He pounces on you, lips crashing into yours and you moan. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and the fact shoots another spike of arousal to your core.

“What else did they do in that video, baby?” He whispers breathily. “Tell me.”

Your brain is a little fuzzy as you try to remember.

“H-He fucked the girl until she was crying and she took it. Anything to please her d-daddy.”

He smirks. “Is that what I should do to you? Fuck you until you’re crying? Will you do anything to please me?”

You know you trusted Jaemin with your life, so you nod.

“Anything for you, daddy.”

He grins. He quickly pulls down his sweatpants and his cock springs up, already half hard. You gulp at his size, and you’re suddenly reminded of why Renjun calls Jaemin the hottest guy you know. Jaemin’s girth wasn’t exactly a secret in your friend group, many rumors spreading around after Donghyuck discovered how well endowed your roommate actually was.

His fingers grip his base, slowly pumping himself while keeping his eyes locked on you.

“Like what you see, baby? Do you think your pussy is ready to take daddy’s fat cock?”

“Y-Yes, d-daddy. I c-can take your c-cock.”

He chuckles at your response, brushing strands of hair away from your face to fully look at you. His look is almost endearing, and you would swoon any other day if he wasn’t about to fuck you.

He lines himself up to your entrance, pausing for a second.

“Do I need to get a condom?”

You shake your head. “I’m on birth control. We’re fine.”

He doesn’t hesitate any longer, pushing into you slowly. You whine at the stretch. You haven’t been taken like this in months, and your vibrator is no match for his huge cock. He coaxes you through the pain, whispering softly in your ear and kissing your neck again to help ease you up.

Once he bottoms out, he waits patiently for your go ahead before moving. You can tell it’s killing him on the inside, brows pushed together as he tries his best not to pound you deep into the mattress.

“P-Please, daddy.”

Jaemin builds a steady pace inside of you, groaning and grunting into your ear as he sinks deeper and deeper. Your mind draws a blank when you struggle to form any coherent words, babbling while he impales you with his cock.

“You’re such a good girl for me. Always so good. Been waiting for this forever, baby. Dreamed so long of having you underneath me like this.”

“Daddy,” you gasp at his unexpected confession, hissing lowly when his fingers circle around your clit. Tears spring up in your eyes from the pleasure.

“Especially all those mornings when you were wearing practically nothing in front of me, you don’t even know how many times I wanted to take you on the kitchen counter.”

You cry when his cock hits you harder and faster.

“But you’re so good for me now, aren’t you, baby? So pretty and perfect for her daddy.”

“Y-Yes, daddy,” you whimper. “I’m all yours. All good for daddy.”

Jaemin groans loudly. “Cum for me, baby. Cum for daddy.”

Your orgasm is blinding, your nails digging into his shoulders as you ride out your high. He follows shortly after you, grunting when he shoots his cum deep inside your waiting womb.

You both lay in silence before you suddenly burst out in laughter. Jaemin eyes you.

“What?”

“We just fucked. I just fucked my best friend and called him daddy. This is so surreal.”

He chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips.

“Better get used to it. Who knows how long we’ll be stuck in quarantine together.”

You smile. “Doesn’t sound so bad to me.”

#nct smut #jaemin #jaemin smut

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kimnjss · 3 years

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"feels good, tiny?” | kth

⤑ series: kinda hot

⤑ pairing: campus flirt!taehyung x sweet girl!reader

⤑ genre: smut.

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 1.7K // unedited.

⤑ warnings: cursing, subtle dirty talk, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, slight size kink, deep throat, riding, multiple orgasms, scratching... drooling and mentions of spit, cock warming, cum inside.

⤑ A/N: this is long overdo... nd i highkey forgot abt it that why. buut this happens like after she sends him that picture that was actually meant for him ., so yeah - enjoy !! let me know what you think x

you're making such a mess. drool and precum pooling around the corners of your mouth. sharp nails digging into the skin of his thighs as the head of his cock brushes against the back of your mouth. it drives him insane how nicely he slides down your tight little throat. jaw straining to take all of them, but even still you're only able to swallow about half. lips wrapped song around his shaft.

a breathy groan falls from his lips as your teary eyes lift to look at him. mascara smudged down your cheeks and hair knotted from the grip he held in your hair. you looked so sexy when he had first entered your house. although, the way you looked now was a whole different level of sexy.

but when he first walked in, you had been laid sprawled out on your bed. nothing but that flimsy set of lace covering the best parts of you. he could see your hard nipples peeking through the fabric as well as the wet patch staining between your legs. he was climbing on the bed without a second thought, his hand slotting itself between your legs.

you moaned so pretty when his fingers began to rub against your slit, further spreading your wetness over your underwear. he about loses it when your lip latch onto his earlobe, tongue gliding over the edge of it. whispering in the most sultry voice he's ever heard from you. “please, let me suck you off,”

and that's how you've ended up right where you're are now.

with a hand wrapped around his base, taehyung is pulling his cock from your throat. strings of saliva connecting him to your lips. you greedily take to filling your lungs with oxygen, chest heaving up and down. his dark eyes zero in on how swollen your lips are and he can't help but tap his cock on them.

once and then twice, continuously lifting and dropping his dick on your face. amazed with his length compared to your face. the little kitten licks you swipe against the underside of him has a shiver running down his spine. his cock rests from your chin to just above your forehead, his head reaching to tangle in your hair. he's heavy against your face, salty on your tongue.

slowly being lowered until your mouth is meeting the velvety skin on his balls. he doesn't need to tell you what he wants next. easily sucking both of them in as your hand lifts to cover his shaft. “baby, fuck.” he groans, head tilting back as you jerk him. holding his weight on his hands planted behind him, he watches you over his nose through hooded eyes.

he spots the way your hand slides down the front of your body, fingers dipping underneath the waistband of your panties. your hips grind into your palm, moving in time with your hand on him. thumb swiveling over the tip of it, forcing a low grunt from the back of his throat. the soft moans that leave your lips tickle his skin, adding to the pleasure your mouth and hands are already giving him. it's no surprise when he's feeling the cave in his stomach, cock twitching in your palm.

he's whining, both hands reaching to push his hair back as the warmth of your mouth engulfs his cock again. taking your time with pushing his cock down your throat. and then you're swallowing, sending a shock of arousal throughout his body. “holy fuck...” you hallow your cheeks, the suction of your lips filling the room and causing him to shoot up.

large hands gripping your hair at the root, holding your head steady as he fucks his hips forward. slowly, experimentally at first, but then he's quickly losing himself in the warmth of your mouth. the wetness that drips around him, big watery eyes staring at him as your nails scrape against the skin of his thighs.

“swallow it all for me. okay, princess?” that's as much warning you get before thick spurts of cum are trickling down your throat, paired with a low grunt from him. tae's holding your head in place, hooded eyes watching the faint bulge in your throat that can only be caused by his cock. he pulls back only when you start to gargle around him, filling your mouth with the rest of his seed before his wet cock falls from your lips completely.

he forces his eyes to keep from shutting just so he can watch the greedy way you push his misplaced cum into your mouth. licking your lips and fingers clean like you've just finished a five-course meal. a lazy grin spreads across his features when you flash him your empty mouth.

there's only a bit of an ache in your legs as you rise from your knees, but you ignore it as you move to straddle his waist. half-hard cock nudging against the apex of your thighs when you lean forward to press your hands into his chest. “don't fall asleep on me,” your lips are inches from his ear but he can hear your pout.

soft tongue pushing out to glide over the edge of it as your fingers brush over his erect nipples. he was far from tired, just needed a few moments to catch his breath. even still, he was never the type to leave you hanging. especially, after you just quite literally sucked the soul out of him. you deserved a little something in return.

the movement of his fingers is slow, but it's not long before he's fitting his hand underneath the fabric of your panties. two fingers effortlessly sliding past your walls. you hadn't noticed it before, but in the midst of getting him off and the half-assed way you were fingering yourself, you managed a baby orgasm. he could tell with the way your walls quivered around his fingers with each thrust.

much whinier in the way you call out his name, legs flinching when he presses his thumb into your clit. “sensitive,” he notes, then ignores his only words by pushing into you with much more force. pace fast enough to rock your body, arousal dripping out around his fingers. long fingers reaching deep inside of you and pressing into your gspot with each thrust.

you're cumming with a broken cry, nails digging into the skin. though, your vision's blurry, you can still see the mischievous glint in his eyes. the deliberate way he moves his fingers inside of you and just as you're putting two and two together, his hand is gripping your waist, keeping you from running from his fingers.

it's a loud scream of his name that punctuates the stream that rips through your body, soaking his lower stomach and dripping onto his pubic bone. little black dots spot your vision, a new wetness surrounding your eyes.

but that doesn't stop you from pushing your fingers into his hair, hips desperately grinding against his. “more, more.” you pant. can only imagine how pathetic you look in front of him. messy hair, smudged makeup, face, and body damp with a mixture of cum, sweat, and tears... begging to be fucked.

he thinks you look and sound hot. the quick way his cock stiffens against being an indicator of that. with his eyes glued to your features, taehyung makes a mental note on the way you look as he pushes his cock into you. saving it among his many favorites when it comes to you.

“ride me,” delirious enough that you're moving with a second thought, would most likely follow him over the edge of a cliff if he asked. hips rolling and bouncing on his as your nails carve thin lines into his skin. “fuck. your pussy just swallows me right up.” the comment has a wave of pride washing over you, working harder to prove him right.

one hand lays lazily on your hip, but you're doing most of the work. sat up on your knees to make it easier to swivel your hips. angling yourself so each thrust has his sensitive head hitting against your even more sensitive inner.

he finds it amusing. the spaced-out look on your face as you use him. soft moans filling the air, arm lifted to keep your hair from falling in your face. you're barely focused on him, eyes fluttering and teeth cutting into your lower lip. “feels good, tiny?” proving him right with the way you startle at the sound of his voice. dark eyes working to focus on him again. “so good, tae.” he can feel your pussy clenching around him, the tremble of your thighs. he's snaking his hand around your hips up the length of your back, applying enough pressure until your chest is falling onto his. the cry you let out landing against his neck as he lifts his hips up.

taking control to fuck into you roughly, holding your body in place with a thick arm around your back. he moves his cock mercilessly, driving the both of you to completion within minutes. you're first, of course, walls spasming around him as incoherent sentences leave your lips. something along the lines of how much you love him and how good he was to you. nothing new.

he only gets faster and more determined after that, bringing himself to release with the help of the sloppy kisses you land on his neck and the untimed push of your hips. filling you to the brim with his cum and holding it there, not bothering to pull out as he'd usually rush to do with the intention of helping you clean off.

not since he was finding out just how much you liked when he took his time. letting his cock go soft deep inside of you, the mixture of both of your arousal warming your core. taehyung is easily flipping your bodies around, slipping deeper inside of you with the movement.

the prettiest smile he's ever seen in his life is on your lips and he can't help but lean down to kiss it. you're giggling against his mouth, arms lifting to wrap around his neck while your legs do the same around his waist.

“i love you,” a double confession and neither of you are sure who spoke first. not like it truly mattered. the three words didn't seem like enough to cover how you both felt. how you've always felt, so you're going in for another kiss.

#taehyung #taehyung smut #taehyung fluff #bts smut #🔥 sm au #taehyung fic #taehyung sm au #taehyung imagine #taehyung angst #kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #bts #bts imagine #bts sm au

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flower-slut004 · 3 years

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Your writing is just. 👌🏽👌🏽 ive seem this concept recently and wanted to do a little spin on it is about isaac lahey and him and y/n have been kinda together since he was human like kinda flirting and she was there to comfort him with his father and it’s like the end of season 2 they r officially together but later is season 3 isaac and Allison have a thing going on so he breaks up with y/n and kinda dates Allison don’t think they actually made it official but whatever and u know when isaac goes to Scott saying that he should hit him and then Scott throws him into the wall and he does the same to y/n asking her to hit him and she’s like kinda offended that he thought she would hit him (cause she had seen him after her been hit by his father ) and even though she is hurt and angry at him for breaking up with her for her best friend she would never actually hit him then it gets kinda emotional and fluffy and it’s like the thing with Allison is like a mild attraction and he’s still inlove with y/n and this is the first moment he like realises that but not fully yet (i hope this makes sense. Because abuse is a sensitive subject if you don’t feel comfortable writing this it’s fine💜)

I Could Never Hurt You

Notes: mentions of abuse, slight Allison slander, {{ Sorry if it’s short/rushed. I wanted to get this out as soon as possible and I didn’t know how to end it}} More Angst than fluff.

Sniffs and whispers filled the room as Isaac quietly laid on his best friend’s lap. Yn softly played with his hair as tears ran down his cheeks.

“I wish you just tell the police so you’ll come live with me” she sighs as she continues. Isaac squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head “They’ll never believe me, it’ll get worse YN…please just….can we stay here in silence?” he sniffs.

Yn nods as she brushes the hair off his forehead.

The following morning, Isaac was awoken with light kisses on his face by Yn. "Hey, we need to get up for school baby" she mumbles against his neck.

Isaac groans as he wraps his arms around her "I have to go home first to get my stuff. Fuck Yn, my dad is going to kill me when he sees me" he covers his face.

"You don't have to go now, you left some of your clothes from last time"

Isaac lets out a relieved sigh as he kisses her forehead "Thanks"

_ _ _

Giggles filled the car as Isaac stares at Allison "Did you really key the lockers with your claws?" she asked as she sipped on her soda.

"Yeah, I really did" he chews on his lip as he stares at Allison's. "Hey, Allie? Can I ask you something?"

"Go for it"

"Can I kiss you?" he breathes out. Allison smiles as she stares at his lips "Go for it"

_ _ _

"Yn we need to talk..." Isaac mumbles nervously as he tugged on his sleeves.

Yn hummed in response as she continued to read her book.

"We need to break up" he breathes out quickly. Yn felt her heart drop as she looked up "What?"

"I.. my feelings for you arent" Isaac was interrupted when Yn rose her hand up.

"Stop... save me the details. Just..." Her mouth went dry, unable to get words out.

Isaac took the hint and left not before whispering a sorry.

-----

"Can I ask you a question?" Isaac asks nervously as he stood in front of Scott.

"Uh yeah, sure?"

"Do you hate me?"

"Uh no?

"Do you wanna hit me?"

"No"

"I think you should"

"But I don't want to, you didn't do anything did you?" Scott asked nervously. Isaac opened his mouth but froze. "I uh... I kissed her"

Scott's face quickly turned into a frown as he threw Isaac into the wall.

- - -

Isaac nervously wiped his hands on his pants after he arrived at Yn's house.

He took a deep breath before knocking only to have Yn open the door at the same time.

"Uh...hey?" she asked with eyebrows raised.

"Do you hate me?" Issac blurted out taking her by surprise.

"Issac you broke my heart, I should hate you but I don't. I hate myself for it," she confessed.

"Hit me" he demanded.

"Excuse me?" Yn asked with wide eyes. Isaac swallowed and demanded again "I said hit me"

"Issac Lahey, are you insane? I'm not going to hit you" Yn glared at him.

"Why not?" he raised his arms in the air. "You said it yourself, I broke your heart. Hit. Me"

Yn shook her head "No, I refuse to, Issac I'm not going to hit you, your dad did that and I don't want to harm you in the same ways he did"

Issac stepped back, surprised at her response. "Issac..." she groans "Even though you hurt me, I could never hurt you. I care too much about you to do so. "

Issac sucks in a breath due to his guilt. "I'm sorry..." he whispers not knowing what to say.

Yn nods her head "I'm sorry too".

- - -

Issac was too distracted by Stiles and Yn giggling on the couch together to notice what Allison was saying next to him.

Four months have passed since the incident and Yn has only spoken pack-related situations to him.

Issac realized in the four months, Allison was just a pretty face. He missed the midnight conversations as well as the way Yn would read out loud to him.

Issac realized he threw away what was the best thing for him, and it's going to take a lot more than flowers to fix it.

#multifandom imagines #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #daniel sharman x reader #daniel sharman imagine #daniel sharman #issac lahey #issac lahey imagine #issac lahey x reader #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey

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britishboystm · 3 years

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Yoga Antics | Fred Weasley 18+

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut 18+ (minors dni!), unprotected vaginal penetration, male masturbation, kissing, swearing, fluff

WC: 2.9k

Summary: Y/N gets into yoga. Now Fred wants to get into Y/N...

A/N: A little something something while y’all wait for the next chapter of TDWM. Enjoy ya horny bastard!

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Stress management was something that you had grown to value a great deal in your free time. Even more so when you wound up marrying a Weasley twin.

It wasn’t that you didn’t absolutely adore your husband. You loved him with every fibre of your being. It was true however that sometimes you just needed a moment to yourself to unwind and recuperate, especially when living with such a hectic personality like Fred.

On the hunt for new tactics to tend to your mental health, you came across yoga, a muggle activity that Hermione had been raving about once her and Ron came back from her hometown during the Christmas break. She had said that her mom got her into it and how it made her stress levels drop drastically.

Admitly, you were skeptical at first. The idea of twisting and contorting your limbs to relax your racing mind seemed ridiculous. A simple spell should have been able to do the trick just fine, but alas one did not exist for such a thing, so you were left with not much to work with.

Hoping to persuade you, Hermione handed you a book from across the kitchen table while Ron and the twins laughed about some absolute nonsense in the living room of your home.

“Trust me Y/N. I’m usually a cynic myself about these things, but when I tell you yoga changed my life,”

She quickly glanced over at the boys to make sure their attention was averted elsewhere before leaning in so only you could hear.

“You would not believe the sex I’ve been having. Ever since I started doing yoga, I’ve been able to do things with my body that I could never imagine even in my wildest dreams.” Your eyes expanded instantly upon hearing her saucy confession. It was very unlike Hermione Granger to be so flippant about something as personal as what her and her husband did behind closed doors.

“Hermione!” You squeaked out as you shot your hands up to your flushed cheeks, embarrassed at the thought of your brother in law and best friend/sister in law in any kind of compromising situation. The image was now ingrained into your brain, an image you could easily do without no less.

Hermione lightly giggled but quickly covered it up with a cough when she noticed Ron and the twins look over at the two of you with interest.

“Everything alright ‘mione?” Ron asked, clearly oblivious to the raunchy conversation taking place between the whispering women.

“Nothing, go back to whatever you were doing.” She spoke, pursing her lips to hide a smirk. He gave her a look that read what are you up to over there? but quickly dropped it when he turned back around to continue the conversation he was having with his older brothers.

“I’m serious though, it has been an absolute godsend. I’m sure you and Fred can both get something out of it.” Your cheeks grew an even deeper red at the thought of what all of that might entail.

“Thank you for the advice Hermione. I’ll keep it in mind.” Maybe you would give the book a quick look through, if you were able to find any time during your insanely busy schedule.

“Love, time to head out?” Ron spoke as he stood up from the couch and brought over his finished cup of tea to the sink for washing later.

“Yes, we best be going. Remember what I said Y/N.” She nudged the book further towards you and got up to pull you in for a warm embrace.

“I’ll see you soon.” You spoke, giving her a warm friendly rub on the back before she went over to the door to get her ballet flats on.

“Y/N, always a pleasure.” Ron came over with a dopey smile, opening his arms to give you a big bear hug.

“Bye Ron.” He then headed over to Hermione, giving her his arm to hold on to as she struggled to get on one of her shoes.

“Only thing I’m good for, it seems.” Everyone laughed as Hermione rolled her eyes and smacked him the chest playfully.

“Oh shut it Ronald,” She jeers before opening the door.

“Bye!” The couple speak in unison as they head out the door, Fred closing it behind them.

“Well, I best be off too. I think I’ve left poor Angelina with the kids long enough.” George let out a sigh, bracing himself for what he knew he would be coming home to.

“Good luck with that mate.” Fred chuckles as he pats his brother on the shoulder.

“Bye love,” George speaks as he comes in for the usual kiss on each cheek with you.

“Bye George. Tell Angie we say hi.”

“Will do.” And then he makes his way out the door, Fred once again closing it behind him. He then turns around and looks down at you, a sly smirk dancing along his lips.

“Alone at last.” He groans before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Gah! You big idiot, if you drop me I swear to Godric!” You screech out. Fred let’s out a laugh before abruptly bending his knees, pretending to lose his grip on you. Your hand comes in contact with his back with a loud smack.

“I’m serious Fred, don’t do it!” He chuckles again before plopping you down on one of the couches in the living room. He shifts about so he was now straddling your waist. His hair, which he had been growing out, covered his face slightly. You brought your hand up to caress his light stubble ridden cheek.

He sighs out in contentment and flutters his eyes shut, leaning into your touch and kissing the knuckle of your thumb.

“Hi.” You say sweetly with bright sparkling eyes as you begin to twirl his fiery red locks between your delicate fingers.

“Hi.” His soft voice makes your stomach flutter. To this day you still experienced the same excitement you would get when you first started dating Fred back in school.

“Can we have sex?” He asks out of the blue.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his request. Ever since you tied the knot, the mystery and suspense your sex life once had began to simmer. Being upfront about both of your wants and needs became a part of the beauty of your marriage. No secrets were kept and no childish games were played. If one of you wanted it, all you had to do was ask.

“Only if you carry me, ‘m tired.” You spoke, going back to playing with his hair.

“Works for me.” His face lit up as he lifts you up off of the couch and carries you bridal style up to your shared bedroom.

You had to admit, Hermione was right.

The morning after that visit, you began to read tidbits of the book she gave you.

Not wanting to answer a billion questions, you kept the material out of your husband's sight. You knew he would become super curious and make you explain everything to him, and having just begun learning yourself, you decided it was best to keep it hidden away. Again, this concept was feorgein to the wizarding world so you couldn’t blame him.

It really did work out perfectly. Once you felt that you had gotten the hang of it, every morning after Fred left for the shop, you would set up in the living room and practice your yoga.

It honestly felt awful at first. Your body was so tight and tense that you had almost given up completely after your first time doing it.

But not wanting to throw in the towel so early, you kept it up until you began noticing a slight change in your body. Little things like being able to touch your toes or go into a deep lunge were gratifying and it almost became a bit of a drug to you. Not to mention it helped you sleep like a baby.

Fred was also starting to notice a difference. Knowing you were tight all over, sex usually consisted of fairly mild positions that didn’t put to much of a strain on your body. But that one random night in which you were suddenly able to bring your legs up to wrap around his neck as he pounded into you set off alarms in his head.

You had done something and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

That was a while ago.

Since then, you had fully converted to a life of zen, and yoga was your remedy to all of the worries that plagued your mind. Mornings were becoming easier and easier to face as Fred would shut the door behind him and you would pull out your yoga blocks and mat.

And this morning began like any other. The sun seeped through your white translucent curtains which made Fred groan in irritation. He hated getting up in the morning.

He turned over to face you and slowly opened his eyes, watching you shift about and slowly begin to wake up yourself.

“What time is it?” You spoke, nuzzling your face into his bare chest.

“7:15.” He was able to croak out in his scruffy morning voice.

“Off to work then?” You asked, finally looking up at him with this innocent and soft look that never failed to make him turn into a puddle of emotions.

“Off to work indeed.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair, flopping on to his back to allow himself to wake up more.

“You're going to be late if you don’t get a move on.” He smiled at this before deciding to scoop you up into his arms so you were now laying on your stomach on top of him.

“George can manage for a bit can’t he?” He asked as he moved your crazy morning hair out of your eyes so he could get a better look at you. Your chin rested against his sternum as you rolled your eyes.

“Remember last time you tried to pull that stunt? He threatened to hex you.” Fred winced at the memory.

“Better not then huh?” He grimaces slightly, already knowing the answer to his question.

“Well unless you are willing to have your hair be green for the next year, then yeah I wouldn’t. Now stop stalling and get your arse up!” You say, pinching his hip which makes him arch up slightly underneath your touch.

“If you do that again I may never get out of bed.” His smirk would usually get to you but no one could ever get between you and your yoga sessions. Even Fred Gideon Weasley.

“Nice try Casanova, that isn’t going to work this time,” You lifted the sheets off of both of you and got out of bed to take a shower.

Later that morning, Fred ran over to you, pressing a kiss to your temple before grabbing a orange from the fruit bowl and rushing out the door for work.

You smiled knowingly, waiting for at least a minute before jumping up from your spot on the couch and ran back into your bedroom. Never in your life had you been so excited to wear spandex.

Once your setup was organized, you quickly got into child’s pose, hoping to give your begging joints and muscles a gentle wake up. It felt so good that the groan you emitted covered up the sound of the front door opening and closing.

Fred was back.

He had come from downstairs, having forgotten important paperwork he had to fill out for some possible investors. But the heavy package of documents seemed to have slipped his mind for a second time when he came across your arse stretched out in the bent over position.

His trousers tightened almost instantly and his finger had to come up and tug at his shirt collar that had suddenly become too tight.

Unaware of his presence, you continued your late morning with no care in the world. Feeling satisfied, your body moved up into a downward dog. Your lower legs and ankles gasped out in gratitude as you slowly leaned deeper and deeper into the upside pose.

That’s when you saw him.

Between your legs, you were able to notice a pair of brown dress shoes, one tapping away impatiently. Your eyes went wide and your throat let out a squeak, making you collapse to the floor and quickly turn to look up at your amused and very turned on husband.

“So this is what you’ve been doing when I’m away?” Your cheeks were all flushed, partly from the blood rushing to your face when you were upside down and partly due to Fred looming over you in a dominating stance.

“Fred I-.” You quickly tried to cover your tracks. Explain that it was a stupid thing Hermione told you about and that it didn’t matter.

“Hush love, I’m not mad.” He said through a relaxed chuckle.

“You’re not?”

��How could I? You are so fucking fit babes.” Your cheeks burned stronger and your eyes flitted down to the mat beneath you.

“Hey dove, no need to be shy. I liked what you were doing there. What was it anyway?” He was now crouched in front of you, lightly tracing his thumb against your cheek.

“Yoga, supposed to make you feel less stressed and more flexible.” You could see the gears turning in his head.

“Oh so I have yoga to thank for the amazing shagging we have been having recently then?” His comment made you giggle, making him swoon in return.

“Show me more. I want to watch.” God he knew how to make your stomach twirl. His face was no longer soft, but rather dark and naughty. The lust that was connecting the two of you caused your leggings to dampen. You shifted, now feeling slightly uncomfortable with sitting in your own wetness.

“What, you feeling uncomfy? Here I’ll help.” Before you could respond, he laid you on your back and dragged you towards him along the mat, his hands gripping the back of your thighs.

“Shall I take these off then?” He asked, an eyebrow raised in question. He was playing a game and he knew he had already won.

“Yes please.” Your voice was breathy and soft. He aggressively grabbed the waistband of your legging and tugged them down your legs.

Once they were in a wet mess somewhere in a corner of the living room, he bent down between your legs to pull you in for a kiss. Your hands went up to his hair and your legs wrapped around his torso, slightly grinding up into him.

His lips detached from yours and he looked down to notice your desperate actions.

“Awe love, you all worked up now?” He was obviously teasing you. Hell if anything, he was more bothered then you were, but he was always better at keeping his emotions below the surface.

“Want you to show me what you were doing again. This time in your undies babes.” You nodded urgently and turned yourself around, going into a cow position.

His heavy breathing and warm palms on your arse cheeks made his presence very much known.

You pushed back slightly, hoping he would get the hint.

“Patient, I’ll deal with you in a minute. Want to see more first.” Gaining some power, you got up and pushed him back, indicating for him to move onto the couch, giving him a front row seat to what would become his favourite show.

You pulled out every suggestive pose in the book. At one point, when you were able to look over at his reaction, his tie had come undone along with some buttons and his hand was fisted around his cock.

He looked heavenly sitting there, one arm draped along the top of the couch and his head thrown back in pure pleasure. He should have been back to work by now but neither one of you cared.

“Fuck, keep it up love.” You wanted his finish, not his hand so you stopped your performance and crawled over to him, kneeling between his spread open legs.

Without speaking a single word, your mouth opened wide, your tounge stretched out in a plea for his cum.

“You want me down your throat darling?” You nodded, eyes shut in patience. His groans increased and your palms began to sweat as anticipation grew all through your body.

But nothing came.

One of your eyes opened in confusion only for you to be met with him coming off of the couch and pushing you back into the mat once more. He stretched your legs open wide and moved your thong to the side. There was no time to adjust as his length rammed into you. Instantly gripping his biceps you let out a cry of submission and pleasure.

“Feel so nice and warm. Want you nice and wide for me when I finish yeah? Are you going to finish with me little dove?” You could only let out a wail of acceptance as you sobbed.

His drilling quickened and quickened until you both finally were able to come as one, something you had yet to achieve in your relationship. He let out a surprised laugh at the accomplishment before collapsing on top of you in exhaustion.

“Thank Merlin for yoga.” He spoke through heavy breaths.

#fanfiction #fanfic #fred weasley #smut #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley smut #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #harry potter #harry potter smut

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pixla · 3 years

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Love letter

Tommy Slater x nb!reader

Summary: you find an anonymous love letter and assume it’s from Kurt

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: confession, fluff, kissing, (light) drug use, very undedited (tell me if there’s anymore)

(Btw cindy and Tommy are not and have not dated in this au)

You look down at the cream envelope in your hands. You had found it tucked under your pillow after returning from the mess hall for dinner.

You smile giddily to yourself, tearing open the seal of the envelope carefully. Your mind flutters with the image of a familiar face as you read the words that were written about you.

Alice walked over to your bunk leaning over the piece of paper you held on your hands. She scoffed, sitting beside you, causing the bed to creak. “Is that a fucking love letter?! Who the fuck still writes love letters over the age of Twelve?!”

“Hey!” You ellbow her in the side to shut her up. “I actually find it quite sweet.”

“Shut up and read it all ready! I wanna know what this little stalker you have has to say about you.” Alice whined.

You began.

“I don’t really know how to start this letter but I really need to get this off my chest. Y/N, you are so fucking perfect. I remember the first time you introduced yourself to me. I think about the way you looked at me that day. The way your-“

“blah blah blah.” Alice interrupted. “This is surprisingly really fucking boring, just get to the good shit!”

You groaned. “If you feel the same way, you’ll know who this is from.”

“Ooooooo.” Alice whistled. “Wellllll, who do you think it is?!”

You stared at her with a particular look that set off a switch in her brain as it finally clicked. “KURT?! Shit! I mean it makes sense..”

“There’s nobody else it could be, right? I always catch him staring and he’ll take any opportunity to talk to me so I guess it has to be him.” You hypothesise.

“Well, what are you gonna do about it, you gonna try and get in his pants?” Alice half jokes, raising her eyebrow at you.

“I don’t know, I always thought he was kind of a dick but this letter, this letter is different.”

“Welp, whatever you think.” Alice said, shrugging her shoulders, not judging you at all.

—

You awoke to the feeling of someone’s hand on your shoulder, shaking you. You jump slightly only to realise it was Alice, of course it was Alice. “Wake up sleepy head, you’re gonna miss the most important meal of the day!” She said sarcastically.

Pulling your body from the bed, you sat there arching your back, cracking it as you yawned. “Fuck I feel like slept for the entire summer.”

“You practically did, I thought you were dead it was so hard to wake you up.”

You both chuckle as you quickly slip into a pair denim shorts, paring it with the white tank you were already wearing.

“Sooo.” Alice began as you both walked in the direction of the mess haul. “About this ‘Kurt’ guy.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples as you had completely forgotten about the whole secret admirer situation. “Idk, I guess I’ll just confront him?”

“What no way,” she snickered, “you’ve gotta be subtle. Flirt! Play with your hair like in the movies even!”

Walking into the haul, Arnie immediately walks up to the both of you, swinging his arm around Alice. “Soo, Y/N I’ve heard about this mystery lover boy of yours hmmm..”

You roll your eyes at Alice who’s wearing a guilty grin over the fact that she’s basically already told half of the camp.

“Y’know, I think it might be Gary.” Arnie says with zero sarcasm.

After grabbing breakfast, you follow Alice and Arnie over to a table situated on the right, in the back of the haul where Cindy Berman, Tommy Slater, Joan and Gary sit.

You sit yourself down next to Tommy smiling at him before dropping your food tray on the table next to his. He looks at you, “so um, Y/N, any uh le- I mean-“ He stumbles over his words slightly running his fingers through his hair.

You look over at Alice immediately. “Really, him too?”

She raises her hands. “Uh! No actually!”

You look at Tommy confused, about to question him before Arnie raises his hand in defeat. “No, um that was me actually.” You sigh, somehow not surprised. Everyone laughs including Joan despite her probably being too high to even know what was going on.

—

You sat on the edge of your bed contemplating to yourself. “Okay, fuck it! Tonight I’m gonna make my move on kurt.

“Got fucking finally.” Alice groans, jumping onto her bed, sighing.

“You know tonight at the bonfire, I’m just gonna go over to him and just tell him how I feel!” You say standing up in revelation.

“Well better get yourself all dolled up and pretty for little old kurt, the suns already starting to fall.” Alice smirks.

—

Strutting from your cabin, you feel like a whole new person, confident and ready to finally confront your feelings.

You look around as you near the bonfire, looking for kurt. You spot him in a large group of people, typical for someone as popular as him.

You walk in Kurt’s direction, looking at him as he laughs and jokes with his circle of friends as he takes sips from the coke can he’s holding. “Hey kurt.” He turns to you. “Oh hey Y/N…um what you up to?” He laughs awkwardly. You brush a loose strand of hair from your face. “So I got your letter… I thought what you wrote was super, like super sweet and I think I feel the same way.”

He laughs confused looking back at his friends, signalling to them that he’ll only be a second. “yeah I don’t know about any letter.” Your face drops as he looks at you as though you're insane. “But like if you're looking to y’know I could probably free up my schedule I don’t know, um maybe tomorrow?”

Your face drops. “Yeah…nevermind...” You U turn in the opposite direction as Kurt shrugs your strange behaviour off, redirecting his attention back to his friends.

You walk back to Alice and your group of friends with fear shining bright in your eyes. You grap Alice’s shoulder pulling her out of her conversation with Arnie and Joan.

“Yo what’s wrong?!” She questions as you pull her away. “Wrong. Fucking. Guy.”

“Wait so it’s not Kurt? Then who the fuck is it?” She asks just as confused as you.

You ponder for a second and then it hits you. Tommy. Fucking. Slater. “Where’s Tommy?” You ask Alice hastily, grabbing her shoulder again.

“Um I don’t know, he said he was going to the outhouse, why do you need to know anyways?!” Alice stood there stunned as you ran off before you answer any of her questions.

How could you possibly be so stupid. It was always him. It was so obvious. Out of anyone it was always him who would come to your aid, to help you when you got stuck with cleaning the mess haul or outhouse. Or when you seemed down, he would always be the first after Alice to ask what was wrong.

Running as fast as you could, you prayed that he’d forgive you. Your mind was occupied when you failed to notice a pothole that hooked your foot causing you to tumble to the ground. “Fuck!” You look down at your now muddied hands.

“Hey are you okay?” You look up.

“Tommy?”

He smiles, holding a hand out to you, helping lift your weight. “I’m so, so sorry Tommy. I should’ve known it was you but I was too stupid to realise.” You begged, praying he wouldn’t hate you.

“Hey, hey don’t say that about yourself. This was all my fault, I shouldn’t of left you that cryptic note like I pussy, I should’ve just told you.” He looked at you. “I hope you can forgive me.”

You reached your hand up, grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling him in. Breaking the distance, you brought your lips together in a kiss. “I really like you Tommy.” You say softly between kisses. He snakes his arm around you waist pulling you in closer, “you are so perfect.”

#tommy slater x reader #tommy slater #fear street 1666 #fear street 1978 #fear street 1994 #fear street #fear street x reader #simon kalivoda x reader #simon kalivoda

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Alrighty for Bakugou fluff, can I request a scenario where he wakes up but he's still REALLY sleepy so he actually thinks he's still dreaming so he goes downstairs for breakfast in the dorms, kisses the reader and hugs them while getting food, just the two of them. Only the reality is he never confessed to his crush yet, the bakusquad is there and he burns his tongue on his coffee thus waking up and grasping what he just did. EMBARRASSMENT GALORE

LUCID DREAMING

— bakugou katsuki was one of the few people who experienced very lucid, very life-like dreams. usually, he was pretty good at telling when he was dreaming and when he was awake. usually.

PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1,099

WARNINGS: second hand embarrassment, bakugou swearing, distressed denki noises

A/N: HELLO THIS WAS THE FUCKING FUNNIEST THING OF MY ENTIRE LIFE i seriously could not stop giggling over this for a solid 5 minutes !! anon i am BEGGING YOU turn on your location, you deserve all the recognition for this HILARIOUS prompt nhfdsjklhgkjfds

You were in the kitchen, preparing another round of coffee for the squad. It was Sunday and you all agreed to do nothing except indulge in caffeine and watch shitty movies with shitty snacks. Bakugou had yet to weigh his opinion on the matter, but considering he was still in bed - at the righteous hour of 8am, no less - he had waived his right to an opinion.

“Think I should make Bakugou one?” you called out.

The resounding “NO!” from every single person stopped you in your tracks.

“Bakubro is really particular about how he likes his coffee,” Kirishima explained, leaning back over the couch to look at you. “It’s so manly.”

“You mean insane!” Kaminari corrected, voice high in distress. “Have you actually seen how he makes it?”

“It’s a crime against coffee,” Shinsou added sleepily. “He doesn’t even use real coffee.”

“Jokes on you, buddy, but Y/N isn’t using real coffee, either,” Sero teased.

“Y/N doesn’t burn the shit out of it, though,” Shinsou shrugged. “Speaking of which, can you hurry up? I’m gonna pass out over here.”

“Be grateful!” Mina snapped, lobbing a pillow in Shinsou’s direction. “Y/N, don’t make his anymore! He doesn’t deserve it!”

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll take that back right now, Pinky,” Shinsou snapped.

You laughed at the squad’s banter, tuning it out as you continued to prepare coffee for everyone. Shinsou included, since you didn’t have a death wish. Excluding Bakugou, since Kirishima was right. He was picky when it came to what he put in his body. You doubt he would appreciate the gesture if you fucked up his first coffee of the day.

Speaking of the blasty boy, he finally made his appearance. You’d never seen him look so exhausted, you were actually kind of concerned about him. He was always the first one awake, banging on your door to drag you down for morning training. Sometimes he would try Kirishima, and he knew better than to try getting Kaminari up early. Shinsou was a lost cause. Having him practically drag his feet across the room was a sight you never thought you’d ever see.

He paid the rest of the squad zero attention as he made his way into the kitchen with you. “Good morning, Bakugou,” you greeted, though even to your own ears it sounded like a question. “Did you... sleep well?”

He grumbled as he dragged himself over to you and— wait, what!? You flushed red instantly as he slung an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You were compliant since you didn’t know what was going on. Why was he—

Your brain shut down when he planted a sleepy, sweet kiss to your cheek and said, in a gravelly voice, “mornin’ babe.”

He pulled away as if everything was fine, as if kissing you like you were a couple was a normal thing to do. Sure, you might have harboured a secret crush on the guy, but you were friends first! He never showed any indication of liking you back, so you never pursued anything. So... what the fuck!?

Should you say something? Was this a thing that was going to happen now? You wouldn’t exactly be unhappy if that were the case, but... it wasn’t supposed to work like that!

The rest of the squad looked on in stunned silence. Of course, they’d seen.

(Unbeknownst to you, the squad had managed to wrangle some of Bakugou’s more personal feelings from him, several months back. It had taken a lot of bribing, and he only ever said it once. That Bakugou Katsuki had a crush on you. They’d all been sworn to secrecy, lest he turn to villainy to murder all their asses.)

No one knew what to say. No one dared break the silence. It was so surreal, it felt almost dream-like in the absurdity of it all.

You just watched as he milled about in the kitchen, making his famous shitty coffee with nothing but boiling water. You’re sure he forgot to add something cooling. Before you could warn him about scalding his entire tongue off, he tipped his head back and took the most daring chug of boiling bean juice you had even seen.

It ended up exactly how you’d imagine it would. He sputtered it all out with a series of curses, nearly throwing the offending mug across the room.

And then he froze. Abruptly, as if he hadn’t even been aware of his surroundings, he looked around to see the squad all leaning off the edge of the couches, to see you standing there entirely red faced.

His face went deathly white for a second before all the blood came rushing back, his face flushing even redder than yours in undeniable embarrassment. “Holy fuck, I’m awake.” He sounded so mortified, wide eyes flying to you and then locking onto your friends.

The silence lasted exactly three more seconds before Kaminari burst out laughing. “So bold, Kacchan!”

“That was so freaking manly!” Kirishima praised with a tear of pride.

“It’s about time Bakubabe made a move,” Mina squealed with excitement.

“Bakugou really is an all or nothing guy, huh,” Sero nodded, vaguely impressed.

“I’m never going to get my fucking coffee,” Shinsou groaned, curling up on the couch and burying his face into the cushions. Through some other worldly powers, he was out like a light, fast asleep despite the ruckus going on around him.

The squad roared with laughter. There was no stopping their whooping and hollering, both cheering and teasing Bakugou.

“Shut the hell up!” Bakugou shouted, hands sparking off. That just made the idiots laugh even louder. He felt embarrassed, he felt humiliated, and he wanted nothing more than to blast the smug faces off his dumbass friends but you were there, looking at him with a mix of your own embarrassment, confusion and concern. It was enough to pull him back from his murderous rampage.

“Bakugou...” you started, but he interrupted you.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it, Y/N. I thought I was dreaming.”

Wrong choice of words. Your face turned sweet, your smile like sunshine. “Aw, you dream of me? Bakugou, that’s so sweet!”

If it were even possible, he went redder in the face. Your group of friends laughed even louder.

Feeling bold, you decided to tease Bakugou just a little more. You stepped up close to him, mimicking his moves on you earlier, placing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “You could have just said you wanted a kiss, Kacchan.”

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the-army-brat-and-the-nerd · 2 years

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Favorite Clois romantic scenes of all time in any media?

Thankyou so much for that question: and-I'm extremely sorry for the delay!

Please bear with me here, as this is going to be a long one! (And they aren't in any particular order, so here goes)

SUPERMAN MOVIES(1978-1987)

1. Fortress Scene(Superman-2)

The movie is my favorite one in the whole series, mainly coz we got to see a lot of Clois. And the fortress date, following which Clark decided to give up his powers, and that "Just say you love me" was so surreal and it happens to be one of my first live-action impressions on Clois. You get the picture- it is still fresh in my mind!

2. First Flight( Superman-1)

It is a scene which I love watching frequently- especially because it gives me a magical outlook on their relationship which is, in more than one way, extremely unique.

LOIS & CLARK TNAOS (1993-1997)

1. "I've loved you since the beginning...and I'll love you till the end." (3 x 22)

This scene was everything. The quote was everything. The angst was everything. And I'm pretty sure I'm going bonkers right now. Oh and special mention to the “I’ll keep this (the ring) safe as I keep my love for you”

2. "Lois if I ever lost you, I'd be losing myself....I'm right here."(4 x 14)

It is one of those moments which awes me to no end. They couldn't get any more cheesier if they tried. No matter how twisty the plot gets or how insane the story goes, these two till the very end have found their way back to each other. They are seriously couple goals.

3. "Falling in love with you has been so easy, I don't know why I fought it for so long." (4 x 03)

This is undoubtedly my favorite live action wedding of all time, not just because of the amazing portrayal but also because of the intriguing vows. Superman, the most powerful being on the planet-looking so in love and Lois Lane, the most feared reporter on two planets- smitten. What more could we ask for?

4. " Lois- everyone is watching....who cares?"(3 x 08)

One of the scenes which successfully makes me smile every single time I watch it. They didn’t even seem to care they are surrounded by a bunch of top reporters or the fact that Jimmy took a snap of them making out in the middle of the newsroom.(Though I hope Olsen escaped mad dog Lane’s wrath afterwards!) Reasons to state that they fit like a jigsaw puzzle: Meek Farmboy Kent and Exhibitionist Lane.

SMALLVILLE (2001-2011)

1. "I love you" (10 x 04)

It's the scene which made me fall for them all over again. The defining moment. The dance. The step-on-the-toe maneuver. Clark initiating it, not that it was much of a confession. Lois looking adorably shy all of a sudden. Hovering in the air without either of their knowledge. Both at peace. It was too beautiful for words. But then again, homecoming was a blessing bestowed upon us Cloisers.

2. "Lois, I died when you left." (9 x 09)

Another bomb in the list of the sweetest things Clark Kent ever told Lois Lane, and it just gives me the best of goosebumps. I've got to admit it was the craziest episode in the whole series- from giving away his signal watch then the "I did it for you.", the "I thought I lost you forever", the "Take my life, let her live." to the "I wish we had more time" and the "What if I never see you again...you will!" God! Too much for me to handle.

3. " We can make this work...oh boy can we?" (10 x 18)

One of my favorite underrated scenes. The real picture behind "You are not my weakness, you are my strength." (Ugh and what's with those heart eyes?)

4. "Clark!" (9 x 21)

No words for this. The crossfire ending a.k.a the first real kiss would be my favorite one but this was just epic. The way he pulls her towards him, the way she determinedly keeps her eyes shut the entire time, and then the realization. (Btw Way to go, Clarkie!)

DCAU (1992-)

1. “I love you, Lois Lane- until the end of time.” (All Star Superman)

The movie gave us such fascinating Clois moments, but this one just stands out every time...Clark Kent is such a great sap, and we love him for it!

2. Daily Planet (Death of Superman)

One of the scenes where we get to see earth girl Lois manhandling a Kryptonian God and not less, in the Daily Planet copy room. It simply doesn't matter even if it is in the animated realm, coz their chemistry is undeniable. And I also love that part in the movie where we watch Lois opening Clark’s note: “My last secret: I love you.”

SUPERMAN RETURNS (2006)

Flight Scene

I may not have been a huge enthusiast of the movie in general, but I happen to always root for Clois flight sessions, so this whole moment is something I genuinely find myself enjoying a lot.

DCEU (2013-)

1. “I love you...You are my world” (Batman vs Superman)

Somebody kill me first- I’m not even going to bother explaining how much this one affected me- it was that good. The one scene which broke my heart so much..that one scene which turns me into an emotional mess and the one scene which I would never grow accustomed to. The tender look he’s giving her, memorizing every inch of the face he would possibly never see- the whole thing was too damn perfect. And heartbreaking.

2. Clois Reunion (Zack Snyder’s Justice League)

Another of those adorable scenes. Even though Clark is experiencing that back-from-the-dead amnesia here, I’m talking about the invulnerable man of steel who took down the entire justice league, floating above threateningly, with rage-filled red hot eyes, transforming to a confused boy in Lane’s embrace. Yup- it is true love, folks!

3. The hug (Man of Steel)

Their comfort hug in the middle of Metropolis ruins. No words, indeed!

ARROWVERSE (2012-)

1. “You are my first thought of the day and my last thought at night” (Superman & Lois: 1 x 04)

Clark Kent arranging a candlelight dinner date. Lois radiating so much of happiness, it was infectious. The quote - ”My time with you....it’s what gets me through everything else” above all. Total domestic bliss we yearn to see

2. A Brief Reminiscence between Cataclysmic Events (Superman & Lois: 1 x 11)

Among all the others, this particular episode just stands out. It was an epitome of perfection. The brief glimpse into their epic love story didn’t seem rushed and was totally on point. The first meeting, the partnership, the priceless teamwork at the Daily planet, that walk in the street with wide grins and coffee cups(so them), their evolution from friends to lovers, the identity reveal, that beautifully shot proposal, the marriage, the honeymoon, the “I’m yours babe-for better or for worse!”, the “I want a girl”- and so, to sum it all up: every single moment was legendary.

3. The Reunion (Superman & Lois: 1 x 12)

The “Hey you” and “Hey yourself”, Jon and Jordan sporting identical grins (showing that they are the biggest fans when it comes to their parents’ love life), that kiss with the Kansas sun in the background. It was sensational

4. “Told you you’d catch me?” (Supergirl: Elseworlds)

One of the cutest moments I’ve witnessed. The sequence which previously follows up to Clark telling her not to adventurously climb the barn ladder as it was rusty, her telling him with conviction that he’d be there to catch her, and then throwing those words on his lovingly concerned face when he does, on a later occasion. And those contagious dimpled smiles.

DC COMICS

I won’t be able to wind up in this century if I start now on this area. So, you can check this and this one out for some of my favorite comic moments.

Any ways, thankyou again for the ask!

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