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callmelola111 · 8 months

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loser!ellie ♡ dating app headcanons

synopsis: totally sfw hc’s of loser!ellie (modern au) on dating apps, including a cute little 1st date scenario. basically just pure fluff !!!

| 𓆣 | pairing & wc: ellie williams x reader. wc: 1.4k

a/n: never written headcanons before, crazy ass shit. idk if i did it exactly right but i think it will be an entertaining read no matter what. i’ve recently caved and downloaded hinge which is what inspired this---but there’s only like 40 gay bitches on there and that’s it (also like no mascs?? i’m attracted to any kind of non-man but still,,, the shortage is real y’all). ALSO let me know if this is something you’d like a nsfw/smut part 2 of. much loveeee ♡~ lola

| ❀ | loser!ellie who took weeks of convincing from dina and jesse to finally download hinge after she wouldn’t shut up about how she’s “never beating the loser lesbian allegations”. truly she could have any girl she wants but just doesn’t know how to speak to them in real life. they were so fed up with her bullshit.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who only has like 3 pictures of her actual face so the rest of the photos on her hinge profile are just art pics and gay memes

| ❀ | loser!ellie who had to beg dina for help writing all the little prompts just to reject all her ideas because she’d “never say something like that!”

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who started getting so cocky as soon as those likes began to roll in. saying some shit like “ooo i have rizz” in the cringiest way possible. jesse just says it’s cause there’s a masc lesbian shortage and of course she flips him off in response.

| ❀ | loser!ellie whose cockiness immediately leaves her body when she realizes she has to go through the likes and accept/reject every girl. eventually she just gave up and stopped looking because it felt “too mean” and like “too much work”.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who SUCKS at responding to messages and likes after she lost all interest about 2 days into having the app. that is until she stumbled upon your profile…

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| ❀ | loser!ellie whose glued to her notifications after she matched with you on hinge. at this point you’re her fixation, and every other message besides yours are going unanswered. as soon as she works up the courage to ask for your number, and you oblige, she immediately deletes the app.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who stares at her screen for like 5 minutes straight at the first text message she plans to send you, even though it was literally just “hey, is this y/n?”. she even googled the difference in connotations between hi, hey, and hello. it’s safe to say the girl is straight up mental about you.

| ❀ | loser!ellie who gets more and more unhinged as y’all get better acquainted with each other through texts. eventually she's spamming you with updates about her day, instagram memes that she thinks are funny, and an occasional flirty message—but of course, she’s waiting for that first date to really test the romantic waters. like yes she’s obsessed with you, but to the extent where she’s so scared to screw things up so every little move she makes is with caution and regard to your feelings and boundaries. it’s honestly super sweet.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who eventually asked you on a first date after you sent like 3 different flirty memes to get the point across that you like her a lot and wanna be taken out for real. you definitely were sending her some shit like this…

| ❀ | loser!ellie who planned out a whole agenda for y’alls first date so it would be absolutely perfect. she refused to tell you where she was taking you or what you guys would be doing because she thought it would be better as a surprise. and although you were kinda stressing about what to wear and what to expect, the element of mystery was kind of endearing.

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| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who pulls up to your house in her little beat up sedan that she had cleaned for like the first time ever just before she came and picked you up. there was still clearly some reminisce of her mess as seen on the stained seats and crumbs on the floor, but you didn’t mind—yours was just as bad (probably worse).

| ❀ | loser!ellie who took you out for sushi as the first stop on your date, to which she graciously paid for even with you fighting to put your card down on the table first. she looked so adorable with her little california roll, and even cuter when she accidentally got too much wasabi in a bite and was fiending for water while simultaneously trying to play it cool in front of you. you just laughed which immediately made her feel better about the whole thing.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who then took you to your town’s expansive park to walk the dirt trails and just talk. neither of you had ever gotten along with someone so well, the conversation was absolutely effortless. you talked about all your interests, funny life stories, your fears, and so much more. ellie listened attentively with nods and affirmations throughout which made you feel so cared for, something most girls on dating apps could never do. you extended the courtesy back and ellie told you all about her own stuff, including her obsession with space, to which she pulled out her favorite book on the topic to show you. space had never really piqued your interest before, but when it was coming out of the freckled girl's mouth, it seemed like the coolest thing in the world.

| ❀ | loser!ellie who sat next to you on one of the park’s wooden benches. time had flown by and neither of you had realized until your head was resting on her shoulder as the sun set in front of you. the orange cast hit her auburn hair just right and it looked like she was practically glowing. you couldn’t help but stare at her beauty which she noticed and with a concerned look questioned if she had anything on her face. you informed ellie of the trance she had put you in and she blushed the color of your pink nails just before leaning in to give you the most tender, loving kiss you’d ever received.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who couldn’t stop kissing you once she started. your lips remained locked with hers for a solid 5 minutes, lips puffy and saliva exchanging, until the sound of a dog barking a few feet away broke the exchange. the energy had shifted in the best way possible and the both of you quickly opened up about how much you liked one another. one thing lead to another and suddenly ellie has out her pocket knife and is carving an E + R (reader) into the wood of the park bench. how lesbian of you guys ♡

| ❀ | loser!ellie who didn’t want the date to end and you were right there with her, so you somehow found yourselves in an empty parking lot at 9:00pm, drinking slurpees while she tried to teach you how to skate. it started off as a real attempt with her teaching you the basics like where to put your feet and the importance of bending your knees. after about 4 different falls onto the dirty asphalt you gave up on your genuine pursuits. discouraged, you sat right down on the board, knees up, before ellie gave you a push and you rolled across the lot. she was laughing her ass off and you were too until you hit a bump and tumbled off.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who bolted into the CVS the parking lot belonged to and bought a bunch of unnecessary first aid items for the small cut on your knee. she came back out of the sliding doors and you died of laughter as she pulled out a box of peppa pig bandaids for your skating “injury”. ellie insisted you needed to be taken care of though, so you let her do her thing and she finished it off with a small peck to the cap of your knee and one on your forehead.

| ❀ | loser!ellie who spent the trip back to your place with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, driving you absolutely wild. you almost had to remind yourself that this was just the first date.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who had been parked in your driveway for 10 minutes already but continued to stall your departure with more of her shenanigans. soon she ran out of things to say though and leaned over to kiss you goodbye. this goodbye turned into more and you ended up in her lap before the night was over. it wasn’t until your back hit the steering wheel making the car honk that you finally exited the vehicle.

| ❀ | loser!ellie who waited for you to completely make it inside before she drove home, giving you a final little wave as you opened the front door. after she was back at her place she instantly texted you about date 2 and thanked you for the best night of her life. in her eyes, you were a keeper!

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uofcosmos · 1 month

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jean bf hcs

sfw

- you guys only start dating cause you were friends already, he’s too much of a freak around girls hes not comfortable with

- rlly rlly bad flirt so you have to do most of the work, but tells all his friends that his game got you so bad

- if you tell him about another guy flirting with you he would act super mad and overprotective but he lowkey only does that to play a role (cause he actually trusts you)

- tells his friends that you’re so down bad for him but you guys just started dating and he’s the simp

- super into you wearing his clothes he thinks it’s super cute but acts super nonchalant and complains that you never give them back

- if you actually do he’ll get super pouty

- if you tell him you have a fictional or celeb crush he hates on them with a passion

- he’d be rlly into packing you lunch, with fruits cut into hearts and little nonchalant notes to go along with it

“cause i know your dumbass doesn’t eat properly “

- type of bf to have folder of you, specifically pics of you sleeping

- rlly wants your friends to like him, overplays how funny he is

- also if your friend wants to debrief/gossip with you he wants to be there and is always giving his own input and comments

- loves petnames but in the beginning he looks like he’s choking them out cause of how nervous he is

- loves babe!! also says princess but u make him fun of him for it in the beginning cause he always looks like he’s straining while saying it

- big spoon religiously!!! also likes sleeping with his bodyweight on you

- if he tells a joke in a group his eyes zone in straight to you to analyze how much you’re laughing

- if you find him funny he starts doing too much and it ruins the vibe of the function

- also yk the theory where if someone rlly likes you their feet are pointed towards you

- he will be facing the other way and somehow his feet are still directed right at you

- freak…

- rlly wants you guys to have “a song”

- also gets you guys matching necklaces pretty early on

- if he sees you looking at him he’d start playing with his necklace so you’d get “hot and bothered”

- you can tell but it’s cute so you let it go

- he would use his height against you - would grab things and hold them over your head

- arm constantly on you - around your shoulder or on your head

nsfw under cut!! mdni

- very very soft/service dom

- your first time you giggle a lot and he’d start getting super flustered and insecure but it would end up very sweet after he stopped acting like he knew what he was doing

- after a few times, he’d start researching sex positions to show what a “freak” he is in bed, but he’s pretty vanilla

- he would never say it, but sex is “love-making” to him

- yk that trend where ppl would hit themselves in the face with a necklace and pretend eren was fucking them?

- jean would be rlly into doing that with his own necklace like it would be possessive thing to him esp cause u guys r matching

- type of guy to say he’s a munch 💀💀

- but also he’s not lying, he’d get too into it and you’d have to ask him to stop so you can finally fuck

- wants to see your face at all time, tried back shots once but got rlly sad ab it

- basically does whatever you want while having sex

- SUPERRR into you edging him

- he’d also rlly be into you wearing lingerie and putting on a show taking it off

- always tell you to “make some noise for him” bcs he’s also pretty loud and he doesn’t want to be the only one

- also just into it

- likes finishing on your tits, extremely simple-minded

- no matter how good you are at giving head, he’d always finish so so so into it

- he’d LOVEEE high sex esp after you guys share a joint in one of your rooms….. says that it “heightens all his senses” but he’s actually sloppy

- everything gets very WET

- kisses you every 5 seconds bcs he loves you so much

- aftercare consists of him peppering your face with kisses, wiping you guys down and knocking tf out

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braimin · 20 days

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Omg I love the trope ppl do sometimes where Sanji gives birth to a mini marimo, and Zoro and the kid always fight each other or like compete for Sanjis attention. And it’s even funnier if he also has a daughter cuz of course his little lady is gonna always have Sanjis attention and she knows and is so smug about it.

I think Zoro and his daughter are united on all fronts until she turns like eight. Like they are total partners in crime through out her toddler years. Zoro is busy giving her just as much attention as Sanji so he doesn't really care if him and his husband can't spend as much time together as they used to. They have a baby now, that's where both of their focus is going.

But then she turns eight and Sanji goes back to working full time and suddenly she cares less about what Zoro is doing and more about Sanji paying attention to her. Which is cute at first, she misses her daddy now that he's spending more time in the kitchen. But Zoro also misses his husband now that he's spending more time in the kitchen.

Minimo (that's her name for now) has the baby privileges though, so she can walk into the kitchen at anytime and say 'Papa I wanna eat with you.' and Sanji immediately drops everything and sits down with his girl. She also would rather starve than eat anything that wasn't made by him. Zoro has to either kidnap Sanji, or wait until after their daughter has gone to bed. And Sanji goes to sleep early so Zoro only has like two hours to spend with him after that.

So Zoro and Minimo start competing with each other for attention. They both have their own trump card that is guarantied to win Sanji over. Hers is to ask if they can make something together (it's usually a little sandwich because those are her favorite and it's easy to make). Zoro's is to tell Sanji they're going on a date (they don't go out very often so when Zoro plans something it's usually something big). They both feel like that's cheating though so they don't use their trump cards unless they like actually really want Sanji's attention for the day. For the most part their days are spent basically pulling on Sanji's pant leg like children (well, one of them actually is so it looks normal when she does it, it looks ridiculous seeing Zoro practically beg for his attention though).

Sanji is aware that they do this and he really does try to give them equal attention, but every time he sees his little girl he can't help the feeling of wanting to give her everything. And he knows Zoro is used to him giving a lot of attention to his lady so he doesn't feel too bad about doing it.

Zoro and Minimo are still very close and their relationship is super chill when Sanji isn't around. She was trying to hold Wado before she was one and nowadays she's obsessed with swords. She practices two sword style because she thinks three sword style looks stupid (she's right). The blades she uses are custom made and currently are blunt; as she gets older Zoro will sharpen them for her but Sanji doesn't want her holding sharp weapons so young. Sanji was originally against teaching her how to fight or even fighting around her until she was older because he didn't want her thinking she needed to be strong, he wanted her to know she could be anything and could do it without fighting. But even without Zoro ever unsheathing his blades in front of her, she was still drawn to them and used to always ask him to teach her. When she turned seven she started straight up stealing Wado and using her. So they thought it would be better to get Minimo her own safe swords and have Zoro teach her.

She does a lot of 'Daddy, Daddy watch this!' *cue dangerous sword move that almost gives Sanji a heart attack* and every time Sanji almost tells Zoro to never teach her anything again. But she learns fast and has yet to hurt herself. Zoro is excited for the days when people come to challenge him for his title and she can kick their asses for him.

#zosan #sanji #zoro #40yo zosan #one piece #40yo zosan because I don't think either of them will even think about children until they're older #Imo they have a daughter first and then adopt a set of feral orphan twins #one likes fighting like his big sister and the other really wants to make swords #Sanji is kind of sad that none of them want to be pro chefs but he loves them very much anyway #and they all are obsessed with his food so it's fine

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cheesus-doodles · 13 days

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For Yandere BFF Rindo, it seems like he's just a baby in denial (totally in love with bestie but unwilling to admit it and covers by saying its a best friend thing (totally not a boyfriend thing)). Based off your "Opinions about Dating BFF Reader", a question has been sparked.

What would happen if BFF herself asked Rindo to date/why aren't they dating? BFF has heard from other people that when a boy and a girl like each other alot and never want to be apart that means they should date. It totally sounds like an upgrade from BFF (isn't dating just like being super BFF's with kissing?) Once bestie gets an idea in her head she doesn't seem to let up or let go of it, so how would Rindo handle bestie insisting that they should date/aren't they basically dating already? (Or alternatively, does Rindo succeed in convincing bestie that she is mistaken and then proceeds to beat up whoever put these ideas in her head)

I totally can imagine Ran catching wind of this bestie thinks she should be dating Rindo agenda and egging it on (either to annoy Rindo or because he can see how obsessed Rindo is with bestie and thinks it'll do him some good to be able to claim a more official possessive position in her life)

been working on A Friend in Me but also got caught up in the TR Puzz Reve game ;-; so sorry if things get a bit slow here

Recommended Reading: Opinions on dating BFF Bimbo Reader

Masterlist | Rindo Tags

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I previously answered about Rindo being asked by an external party on dating you and how it would react, but I honestly think that the same question coming from you would get a totally different reaction.

Under every circumstance, Rindo will absolutely just freeze up and short circuit the first time you ask about dating. Not because its a strange question to ask, given its something he not only have been asked multiple times before, but also have considered before himself, but because ya know, it’s you of all people. The one person he never expects to know anything beyond what he teaches you.

Yes sure, he knows that you love to read those sappy romance books whenever you sleepover (cause you need him to explain the story to you, and god only knows why this baby boy continues to keep them in his room for you). But he has always made sure to always trick you with regards to what those stories were actually talking about, so where on earth did you hear about dating from?

Asks you to repeat your question as if he didn't hear it the first time, but ends up cutting you off halfway and demanding to know who you heard that from - Rindo's not going to let you leave until he finds out where you learnt that close friends should date, claiming that it's dangerous to listen to others beside him.

Did he actually have feelings for you beyond being a caring, overprotective bestfriend? Irrelevant, in this boy's opinion, especially so right now when there is clearly a more pressing issue to solve at hand.

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But after this stage, Rindo's next actions depend on the current situation the two of you find yourself in.

If it's still just you and Rindo against the world, then this boy would immediately try to change your mind. If you are already insisting that the two of you are essentially dating (since the two of you were already super BFFs right?), Rindo would try his best to persuade you that you had the wrong idea, that dating and having being BFFs were completely different things and that you were completely mistaken in your understanding.

Would do his best to try and find out where you heard it from so that he can have a little talk to set things straight (hoping to anyone out there it isn't Ran because fuccckkkkk). And you'll get to hear straight from the horses mouth on how having a boyfriend was bad for you and you shouldn't aspire to have one. If you heard it from Ran then Rindo just has to convince you to stop talking to his stupid older brother because what else can he do?

However, if you do continue to insist that the two of you are already dating or that you two should start, then Rindo would very reluctantly go along with it with with several conditions, essentially that it would be no different from when the two of you were just BFFs, and that you weren't allowed to tell anyone else about this "dating" without his express permission, especially not Ran.

Anything more than calling himself your bestfriend would not be processable in Rindo's mind, and honestly the idea of kissing for this baby boy is so out there at this point in time that he can't even comprehend it without his brain melting down and him having to reset.

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If this occurs after you have already met Kakucho and worse, Izana, then no doubt that Rindo would immediately agree to being your boyfriend the moment you bring it up. No questions asked. Sure the mere thought of being your boyfriend would bring a blush to his face and he can barely speak without stammering about how you were being so stupid right now, but he knows that allowing you to say that you had a boyfriend and that you were dating him would help to fend off unwanted attention.

He will no doubt start to work on fear-mongering you into thinking that he was doing you an absolute favor because did you know how bad it is to have a boyfriend?? And whoever told you otherwise is lying, especially Izana, though he only says this out of earshot. And hopefully you don't repeat this to the Tenjiku gang leader because god only knows how many beatings he would get in retaliation.

Absolutely worth it though, if you reject any and all other advances, because you can't keep yourself save even if life on earth depends on it, and Rindo can't trust you with drinking from a straw if he isn't watching.

But at the same time, this baby boy becomes just so shy about doing anything with you and even more self-conscious. What if other people get the wrong idea about what you mean to him? What if people stop seeing him as a delinquent but see him as some mush? So he switches to holding your hand in private, or where people can't watch because of the implications, but Rindo quickly caves when you start pouting.

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Ran no doubt would absolutely encourage your behavior the moment he finds out, and he will because you simply can't keep your mouth shut. This poor older brother not only will enjoy the free real estate of laughs and wiggling eyebrows at his younger brother, but also the peace and quiet of Rindo having some sort of security over you. No more late nights of being awaken by Rindo storming over to your place early in the morning, or being dragged out of bed by another suspicious post on social media.

Rindo's obsession with you has been so obvious from the start that Ran doesn't know why he hasn't just upgraded himself from the start, but honestly he'll be rich before he can mind-read what goes through Rindo's head. Ran would definitely be the sort to take the opportunity not only to pester and annoy Rindo with innuendos and seemingly harmless questions about marriage, but also go behind the poor boy's back to plant the same questions on you to ask your bestfriend.

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graveyardvalentinee · 1 year

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hii can you do where reader comes back home crying because of people at work making fun of her and saying bad stuff about her relationship with ney

of course lovely :)) thank you so much for your request !! I’m not sure if by “people at work” you meant her co-workers or customers but I just made it where the customers were being rude.

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consequences / neymar jr

pairing : neymar x reader

When I said yes to Neymar after he asked me be his girlfriend , I didn’t realize all the criticism it would come with.

We met at my job - a jewelry store. He had went in looking to buy a birthday gift for his mom , I just happened to be the only available employee.

I didn’t know who he was at first , until after he had asked for my number and left. My co-worker basically screamed once I told her and she revealed to me who he was.

And after that everything was history between us. He was the best boyfriend I could ever ask for , the best partner I could ever have.

He had his own way of loving , and it’s one of the main things that made fall for him so quickly.

He’s easily a charmer.

On our first couple of dates he would always surprise me with small gestures - flowers , books that I had mentioned I wanted, small jewelry pieces , and much more.

I would always protest and insist how he didn’t have to buy me any of that stuff - that those weren’t the reasons why I accepted to going out with him but he would always brush me off , saying how he wanted to give me all these things.

He showers me with compliments any chance he gets , making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

I also deeply enjoy his touchy side. Kisses everywhere - no matter where we are or what we’re doing. His hands somewhere on me at all times when we were together. He claims he can’t sleep properly through the night if I’m not there next to him - or wrapped in his arms.

But all that aside - he’s very attentive to me and my feelings.

He always makes my feelings valid , he always insists on talking everything out with me. I don’t think there was ever a time where he’s been unthoughtful towards me.

I was iffy at first - to open up to him about everything but he made me feel so welcome in his embrace , and I easily was able to tell him anything that would be wrong with me.

But today - that all changed. I had never dealt with hatred towards me like this before.

When me and Ney started our relationship I made it clear to him I still wanted to have a normal life - I didn’t want him to expose me to the media.

Sure he would post pictures of us , but none ever showing my face.

We thought we were safe up until 2 weeks ago when the paparazzi took a clear picture of me and ney outside his house.

I tried covering my face once I noticed the paparazzi but it was too late.

The media soon found out who I was through Neymars following - I made the stupid decision of not making my account private.

My co-worker had tagged me in a photo of a work party we had - also tagging the location. I’m guessing that’s how Ney’s die hard fans found my job.

Every day since then it was a lot more busy , people specifically requesting me to take their orders.

When the pictures got out to the public , Ney insisted I quit my job and just let him work for the both us - something he’s been trying to make me do for moths.

But me being me - I told him nothing about his fans going to my job and acted as if the paparazzi spotting us changed nothing in my life.

I now realize that was a stupid mistake.

Earlier today I was helping two girls who had walked in and came straight to me for assistance. One blonde and another brunette , both seeming to be around 16 or 17.

It was all going swell until the questions started.

“So Y/N - how did you manage to snatch Neymar all for yourself ?” The brunette asks.

“I don’t discuss my personal life with customers.” I tried to remain as calm as possible , giving them a small fake smile. This was the first time anyone had actually mentioned our relationship to me.

The brunette looks at her friend , turns back to me and laughs.

“No seriously - are you like a you know service girl of some sorts ?” The blonde asks me now, whispering the last part.

Is this what people think of me?

“Excuse me? I am not!” I fight back , trying to hold back any tears. I have no idea what to do or say.

“Come on , Neymar couldn’t have seriously chosen you for no reason - I mean just look at you. You don’t have much to offer.” The blonde continues , her eyes raking down my figure , gaze filled with disgust.

I shamefully look down. My hands start to shake and no words come out of my mouth.

The girls start to snicker to each other. I can’t make out all the words that their saying because of their low tone but I do hear the words -

“If I knew Neymar went for the first hooker he saw on the street I’d been on that street months ago.”

“Security ! Please escort there two girls out.” I finally get the courage to speak.

“What ? We haven’t done anything! We’re simply shopping for a pair of earrings.” The blonde says , putting on a fake voice.

I look up at our security - Marcus , me and him get along very well and he’s been very aware of all the fans coming in and out of the store.

I mouth a “please” to him , just wanting these girls gone as soon as possible.

“Ladies please do not make me drag you out of the store. The exit is that way.” Marcus firmly says.

The two girls look at me and roll their eyes before walking out of the store.

I grab all of my stuff from the back room and clock out , not caring to warn anyone about me leaving.

I get into my car and rush home. As soon as I step into the house I burst into tears , letting myself fall on the floor.

When I left the store I didn’t even check the time - 5 pm.

The exact time Neymar gets home from practice.

My mind was so fogged with everything that had just occurred I didn’t even have time to notice Neymar on the couch.

His eyes look up and meet mine. He rushes up off the couch and comes to my side.

“Amor what’s wrong ? Por que minha linda garota está chorando?” He softly says holding me in his arms. [why is my pretty girl crying ?]

I’m so dumb. I should have went to my friends house or something instead of coming here. The last thing I wanted was to tell Neymar about the humiliating things they told me at work.

I bring my hands up to my face and wipe my tears off , trying to get out of his tight grasp.

“It’s nothing Ney , I’m fine.”

“Y/N everything is obviously not fine. I’m not letting you go until you tell me what is wrong.”

“I’m serious querido , everything is fine.” I try to get the words out and put a smile on my face but my tears betray me.

My thoughts going back to what those girls said of me , making me cry ever harder.

“Look at me” he whispers.

I look up into his eyes , my vision blurry with tears.

“Take your time amor. I’ll wait here for you to tell me what is wrong , you know I am always here for you. What ever it is you are going thru I won’t leave your side.”

He won’t budge , and it’s no use to keep it in , im sure those girls will upload the conversation we had to the media and Ney will find out one way or another.

“These - these -” I try to get out but more tears end up falling.

“Breathe amor breathe , I’m here for you , I’m right here.” He whispers , kissing my temple.

I take in a deep breath and finally calm myself. Ready to tell Neymar everything that had been happening.

“Ever since the pictures got leaked there’s been more and more customers coming into the store , specifically requesting me to take their orders - I’m sure you can figure out why. Everything was fine tho , no one asked any questions just eyed me a lot and looked very excited to be assisted by me. Until today - these two girls came in and told me the most horrible things.”

I can tell he’s bothered by me not telling him about the customers coming in but I continue before he has a chance to scold me about that.

“They asked me -”

“God. They asked me if I was your whore. They said I had to be a worker in that department of some sort because there’s no way you’d choose me out of thousands of girls.”

“Y/N -”

“Before you get mad at me for not telling you about all the people coming into my job , I’m sorry I really am - I should have spoked up earlier. I now see you are right about the whole quitting my job thing.”

“Meu amor I could never be mad at you , specially over something like that.” He begins

“What those girls said is no where near true and we both know it. You know why I chose you-”

“Do I really know why tho? Why did you chose me Neymar? You could have any woman you want.” I interrupt , a wave of insecurity going over me.

He drops his arms from around me and helps me to stand up , walking me over to the couch. He sits down and grabs my arms causing me to straddle his lap ,bringing one of his hands up to the side of my neck and letting the other rest on the outside of my thigh. Reaching up he gives my forehead , cheeks , and lips a small kiss before speaking -

“I chose you because when I walked into that jewelry store my eyes went straight to you. I could not take my mind off of you for the next week after that. I had to make you mines. I found any stupid excuse to go back there and just speak to you.”

“You have changed my life im so many unexplainable ways Y/N. There’s no other woman that I could ever dream of when I have you right here - all for me. You are the light of my life. I love and adore every single thing about you , you have bewitched me mind and soul.”

“I like to believe you were made just for me because there is no other woman on this earth that can make me go crazy like you. I will continue to show you-”

He leans forward laying gentle kisses on my neck.

“Every single day-”

His hand on my thigh starts slowly finding its way to my clothed center.

All my thoughts from what those girls told me earlier completely vanished , my focus now being on Neymar’s words and his hands making every inch of my body hot with desire.

I can tell he’s doing this to take my mind off things and it’s definitely working.

“That you are -”

I can feel his hard on under me so I decide to move forward - just a bit to tease him.

“The most utterly breathtaking-”

His hand at my neck now making its way to my behind , giving it a tight squeeze , causing me to roll my hips forward onto him again.

“And perfect woman for me.”

His face comes up from my neck before he smashes his lips on mine , i kiss him back immediately with everything in me.

I pull away to look him in the eyes and wrap my hands around his neck.

“I’m tired of us hiding linda. Eu te amo , e você merece ser mostrada como a beleza que você é.” [I love you and you deserve to be shown of like the beauty you are]

“Eu te amo mais.” I say back pecking his lips.

“And okay amor you win. But I’m really going to miss our privacy time together.” I add.

His hand leaves my center and comes up to my behind , giving me a squeeze before picking me up , causing me to squeal.

“We can have privacy time all the time princesa, just give me a heads up , the answer is always yes.” He says smirking before carrying me up the stairs while ripping off all my clothes.

“You’re crazy Ney.”

“Only for you meu amor.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

a/n : okay first off - i had to use the pride and prejudice quote i just had to. i know it’s definitely not something ney would say but this is all fiction so let’s imagine like he would lolll.

also i feel like i drag out these imagines a little too long or i go a lot into detail , that’s how i like my writing but if you guys do feel like their a bit long please let me know and ill make them short or if you guys enjoy them this length or even want them longer please let me know.

finally thank you again for who ever sent in this request i really appreciate you taking interest in my writing and thank you guys so much for 100 followers ♡

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thisisatesttai · 4 months

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IchiRuki is not "delusional," and saying that it is means you have no media literacy

IHs seem to think that all it takes to interpret Ichigo, Rukia, and Orihime's feelings is to read the epilogue. To a literary critic, that is absurd. Characters explain how they feel over and over again across a piece of media. An ending may give us context that alters the earlier scenes, but this is always in very specific ways. With Bleach, nothing about the epilogue indicates that Ichigo and Rukia are not supposed to be read as at least potentially romantic.

For posterity's sake, I should point out that I've only seen the first few arcs of the anime, so most of what I say below is based on the manga. That said, the anime is part of the story as much as the manga is, so just because something happened in the manga and not the anime, or vice versa, doesn't make it "truer" to the text, just true to different texts.

Let's start with the fact that the story repeatedly suggests that Ichigo and Rukia have a romantic vibe to them. The rumors at school make this explicit, but just from the setup of two classmates who clearly have a secret that are constantly sneaking off, especially when you add in that they go home together and sleep in the same room. I know a lot of people want IchiRuki to be the Platonic Boy/Girl Friends (TM) but honey, they just ain't them. You're thinking of Naruto and Sakura. Claims that they have a sibling vibe are utterly baseless, especially in Bleach, where sibling relationships are a very explicit theme. Not every non-romantic couple that's nominally the same age (don't get me started on the "she's 150" arguments; go prosecute ACTUAL 150-year-olds dating 15-year-olds and leave me alone) is automatically a sibling vibe. The most I could say is that they do bicker a lot, but we all know that's just as comparable to a married couple. Saying Rukia is a mentor to Ichigo admittedly has a little more basis, especially when Bleach doesn't have a designated mentor figure. I still think Rukia's role in teaching Ichigo about the Soul Society is more of a guide archetype, though; think less Genkai, more Botan.

But setting aside the setup, the Soul Society Arc, or Rescue Rukia arc, is loaded with romantic themes and imagery. Don't get me wrong; nothing says that Kubo couldn't have introduced these as a fake-out to the audience, with the intention of subverting their expectations. I don't personally think there's anything that really suggests that, at least not so far as the romantic reading of the Soul Society arc itself being entirely off-base. The whole arc kicks off because Rukia is asked by Orihime and her friends if she "like-likes" Ichigo. She says she only likes him as a friend, but all of the narrative cues suggest that she's being dishonest, from the narration to the fact that she was so bothered by the question that she chooses now to go to the Soul Society and face her punishment. The suggestion at this point seems to be that Rukia having any type of affection for Ichigo, be it friendship or romantic, is inappropriate or even impossible for a shinigami. Ichigo's feelings are treated similarly, as he never gives a straight answer when he's asked why he wants to save Rukia, but several characters suggest that it's because he's in love with her. This doesn't mean he is, but the narrative does not deny that that is a possible reasoning. We're not even really told what his answer is; the scene where he thinks, "That's why I fought so hard to save you" seems to be suggesting that he wanted her to be able to decide whether she would live in the World of the Living or the Soul Society -- or else it's saying he didn't want the last time he saw her to be her telling him she would never forgive him, or it's saying that he wanted to see her smile again. Like I said, we're not given an explicit answer to this question.

The rest of the manga is basically about Ichigo adjusting to life without Rukia. I think it's fair to say that even if you read Soul Society romantically, from the Arrancar Invasion Arc on, Rukia is no longer written as Ichigo's love interest. This doesn't invalidate anything suggested in the previous arcs, though. If anything, I would argue that Ichigo's feelings become pretty explicit by the time we get to Hueco Mundo. The dramatic reveal of Rukia coming to visit, and the fact that she's the only person capable of breaking him out of his funk, both have a romantic reading to them. When the team arrives in Hueco Mundo, Ichigo is shown to be overly concerned with Rukia's safety, explicitly singling her out aside from Renji, Uryu, and Chad. (I guess that could just be misogyny, though.) Even Ichigo's obsession with getting a rematch with Grimmjow could be traced to him nearly one-shotting Rukia during their fight in Karakura. I'm not saying any of these are exclusive interpretations, just showing how it's regularly reinforced that Ichigo feels differently about Rukia than any of his other companions, even to the point of letting it cloud his judgment.

I don't think I need to say anything about Ichigo and Rukia's goodbye before the timeskip. The way the scene is drawn, and written, and framed by the narrative, is very reminiscent of romance scenes, to the point that if it was meant to be read as exclusively platonic, it comes off as a very bad satire. And jumping to the anime real quick, I know episode 342 is anime-only, but by no means do I think that invalidates everything it says about Ichigo and Rukia's feelings for each other. That episode oozes with ship-bait, to the point of turning the subtext of their relationship into text. And if you think this is something that the anime studio injected into the narrative -- well, first of all, then we'd also have to parse out everything that the Shonen Jump editors injected into the manga -- but Kubo himself has said that he thought the episode was a welcome addition. So, if your'e someone who thinks the author's vision is the final say on the manga, there you have it; Kubo basically canonized ep. 342.

With all that in mind, I think that, at the very least, Bleach's narrative suggests that Ichigo and Rukia are coulda-beens. Maybe Ichigo was more invested than Rukia was, maybe Rukia deemed it inappropriate due to them being from different worlds, but in the language of manga and storytelling in general, the idea that they might have feelings for each other isn't some fan's "delusion"; it is actually part of the text. Whether or not they actually felt something for each other is for them and them alone to know, but the story tells us that these are two people who met, came to care very deeply for each other, and then drifted apart without ever taking the plunge.

The question that this leaves us with is, where does that leave Orihime?

If there's one character whose feelings are never up for debate, it's Orihime. We know from practically her first scene that she has a crush on Ichigo. Now, at first that's never taken seriously. It's mostly just a setup for the running gag of her bonkers imagination. Over time, though, we get a little bit more insight into Orihime's feelings, and she starts to get taken more seriously as a character. There's a version of Bleach where, as Orihime steps up to be by Ichigo's side in the latter arcs, he moves on from his feelings for Rukia and the two develop as a couple. If that were the case, even if IchiHime doesn't appeal to me, personally, I would still accept it. It would actually be a refreshingly mature take on teenage romance. Unfortunately, that version is not in the text.

For that reading of Bleach to work, we would need to see their love for each other build to a place where both characters bring out the best in each other, at least comparably to Ichigo and Rukia. Unfortunately, Ichigo and Orihime don't seem to bring out the best in each other. Ichigo brings out all of Orihime's insecurities. During the lead-up to the Arrancar arc, Orihime starts to compare herself to Rukia. (There's literally a panel sequence that says, without a single word "find you someone who looks at you the way Ichigo looks at Rukia", to anyone who's still unconvinced that there's a romantic reading to those two.) And as the entirety of the Hueco Mundo hammers home, Orihime is personally ill-equipped to be Rukia. Both Rangiku and Rukia herself have speeches where they tell Orihime that she needs to stop trying to live up to what she thinks Ichigo wants and just be herself, but she sticks to the mantra that she wants to "fight by Ichigo's side" -- you know, like Rukia does. Urahara even tells her outright that she needs to stop trying to put herself on the battlefield. It's not particularly nice of him to squash her dreams like that, but it's not as though she doesn't get an out; Hachi is already there, trying to teach Orihime to be a healer, something she has a natural talent for.

Instead of reframing her wishes with the advice of her friends, Orihime makes the worst decision of her life and goes to Hueco Mundo with Ulquiorra. Now, obviously this is coerced by the Espada and not her actual response to the situation, but that doesn't mean they're not framed as consequential to each other, narratively. Orihime is told she has a flaw that she needs to change, but before she's able to do so, she must go through hardships so she can let go of the façade that she's using to cover up her flaw. Well, she goes through hardships alright. She's imprisoned, assaulted, and threatened with death. Orihime is confronted both with her weaknesses, and with her strengths, as she is eventually able to appeal to Ulquiorra's humanity through her willingness to see the goodness in people, even those who are actively abusing her. You would think this would lead to a change in Orihime that goes back and answers the underlying question, but it doesn't. By the end of the manga, she is still fantasizing about being a Battle Couple alongside Ichigo, and she's still not good at it. I don't know how many times I've had to say this, but Orihime and Ichigo losing their fight to Yhwach is not a triumphant moment. The fact that it's the result of Orihime achieving her series-long dream is more of an indictment against their relationship than anything else I could say.

To adopt the narrative that Ichigo got over Rukia to be with Orihime, we would also need to see him come to appreciate Orihime in her own right, something that he is...hopelessly uninterested in. No, we can't just take for granted that he's a dopey shonen hero and "that's just his character"; if he's supposed to be . We also absolutely cannot take for granted that this happens offscreen; that can be a headcanon that you, as the audience, choose to adopt, but it's not suggested by anything other than the assumption that the ending is supposed to be, and can only be, saccharinely happy. There's nothing to suggest that Ichigo changes the way he thinks about Orihime in the text, and we only ever see him thinking about her is when reacting to her in scenes, and just generally not wanting her to die. The closest we get to him expressing a romantic interest in Orihime is the scene where he asks her to "wait for him" -- at Rukia's wedding, no less. I shouldn't have to spell out how having this happen on the very day, at the very moment, that Rukia is considered "off-limits" to conventional societal standards undercuts the idea that Ichigo is not taking Orihime as a consolation prize. Which, don't get me wrong, SUCKS. But it is implicit in the framing, and can't be ignored.

And that's without getting into Rukia's relationship with Renji. I think in this case, we can very obviously see that Kubo tried to write a romance between them, but he did so in such a half-assed way that I find it very hard to take seriously. Yes, Ichigo throwing Rukia to Renji is obviously meant to tell us that Renji is her love interest from that point in the story, but that doesn't mean it works. First of all, we can't pretend Renji wasn't awful to Rukia for a majority of the Soul Society arc. Sure, this is him pre-character development, but it's a huge leap to go from "I'm conflicted over whether I should tell off my boss for killing you" to a canon couple. But even with Renji beating up Rukia and telling her he wished she was dead, you can still get to the point where they repair their relationship -- it just takes a lot of work that Bleach simply doesn't do. We need more than Renji promising to turn things around, we need to see him do things that make up for that. To be fair, though, Kubo spends very little time showing us what they're like when one of them isn't on death row. At most, they seem to train together a lot. Like, you want platonic boy/girl besties? THESE are platonic boy/girl besties. Actually, they're the ones with the sibling dynamic, given that they literally grew up calling each other family.

So where does that leave us? Some people seem to assume that despite Kubo fumbling the ball, the canon couples were meant to be, and that they somehow found happiness despite all the evidence to the contrary. Again, you can hold that headcanon for yourself if it makes you happy. However, if we're going strictly based off the text, the answer seems to be that Bleach doesn't have a happy ending. The characters whose endings are not related to getting married off all end up doing the one thing they didn't want to do -- Chad ends up using his fists for personal gain as a boxer, Uryu ends up alone, etc. -- and the ones who DO get what they want are the ones whose dreams are framed as being misguided, in Orihime's case, or unearned, in Renji's case. I'm not saying you have to ship IchiRuki, of course. I can't tell you how to read the series. At the end of the day, Bleach is to you what it is to you. But saying that reading IchiRuki as romantic is "delusional" is more than just false, it diminishes media literacy for all of us.

#bleach #rant #shipping #ichiruki #ichihime #ichigo kurosaki #rukia kuchiki #orihime inoue #renji abarai #we do knot always love you #i mean look at that title #that's supposed to be the big renruki book #why is it based around a double entendre that's basically #we always love you -- NOT!

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thefloorisbalaclava · 1 year

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i want you to want me [johnny 'soap' mactavish x f!reader]

🢒pairing: johnny 'soap' mactavish x f!reader 🢒words: 2,986 🢒warnings: SMUT AHEAD - friends to lovers, sex on the first date, unprotected sex, some dirty talk, oral sex (m and f receiving), woman on top 🢒summary: you finally take soap up on his offer to take you out. by the end of the night, he ends up in your room.

🢒a/n: so this is basically a friends-to-lovers speedrun. sorry, not sorry.

ꔪ[masterlist]

You and Johnny were fast friends. Anyone who met him had a tough time not being his friend. He was funny, spontaneous, and charming in his unique way that drew people in. At times, he could get a little cocky, but even then, he was magnetic.

And he liked you—a lot.

The truth was, you were afraid to take things any further with him because you two were such great friends. There was some harmless flirting here and there, but there was no denying the attraction between you. It was apparent to everyone else as well.

Johnny wanted you, and he wasn’t afraid to say it, even in a joking way. He looked at you from across the table and winked, and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“I’ll show you what you can do with that, lass,” he warned with that cocky smirk.

“In your dreams,” you teased. Even when he looked away, your gaze lingered on him. You checked your watch and jumped up. You needed to be in bed to be up bright and early to lead PT tomorrow.

“Leavin’ us so soon?” Soap asked.

“Yup. Bye, losers!” you joked before walking away. You counted the seconds in your head for how long it took Soap to follow behind you.

“20 seconds this time, Johnny. You know how to leave a girl waiting, huh?”

“Don’t be like that,” he said, feigning sadness. “Got something I wanna ask ya.”

“Should I be worried?” You stopped and looked at him.

“No,” he chuckled. He rubbed the back of his neck. Was he nervous? “We’re all going out tomorrow night, and I was wondering if you’d like to…accompany me….”

His words trailed off. He knew that every other time he asked something like this, your answer was no.

“I know you’re going to say no, but I’m a persistent fella,” he said.

“No shit,” you joked. You pretended to think, tapping your chin with your finger. “Sure, I’ll accompany you.”

“Okay, well, can’t say I didn’t—wait, what? Did you say yes?” The smile on his face grew tenfold.

“I said yes,” you giggled.

“Holy shit…fuck…um…I’m gonna hug you now,” he warned before wrapping his arms around you, making you laugh even more.

“You better let go of me before people get the wrong idea, Johnny.”

“Would that be so bad?” he asked, pulling back to look at you. His hands still rested on your waist.

You shrugged. “I guess it wouldn’t be too bad.” You ruffled his hair, and he let you go. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay!” he said excitedly, the smile never leaving his face.

Leading PT kicked your ass, so you were excited about going out tonight and not thinking about anything but having fun.

Soap knocked on the door as soon as you stepped out of your bathroom. You looked through the peephole and watched how he smoothed down his clothes, ensured his hair was straight, and ran his tongue along his teeth before you opened the door.

“Thank God,” he said as he hugged you. “I was afraid you’d stand me up.”

You pulled back. “You think I’d do that to you, Johnny?”

“No. I mean…I don’t know. I know I can…ruffle yer feathers sometimes and—”

“Let’s have fun tonight, okay? I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“You have?” he asked in shock as you walked into the hall and closed the door behind you. “I mean…of course you have. I’m a blast to be around.”

“Oh, Johnny, you never cease to amaze me,” you teased.

As always, Johnny made you laugh until you cried. You found that he was even funnier with a few drinks in him. His accent became a bit stronger too.

“I hope you don’t mind…” he started.

“What?!” you yelled over the noise of the pub. He leaned in close, his lips touching your ear.

“I said I hope you don’t mind, but these drinks are making me wanna be very honest with you right now….”

“I thought you were always honest with me, Johnny.”

“I am, but…this is different. I want…I want…” he stammered.

“You want?”

“You!” he shouted, and you blinked at him.

“I’m pretty sure I already knew that,” you told him.

He shook his head. “Nah, you don’t get it. I want you.” He gave you a look, and finally, it clicked.

“Oh…oh!” You quickly brought your drink to your lips and finished it all. “Excuse me.” You stood quickly and walked to the bathroom. Luckily, it was empty.

You stared at yourself in the mirror and pondered. It’s not like you hadn’t thought of it before, but that was in your private thoughts. It’s not like you thought you would ever really sleep with him—it was just fun to think about.

You worried that it would make him see you in an entirely new light if you had slept with him so quickly.

“Who the fuck cares?” you mumbled to your reflection. After a few more deep breaths, you walked out of the bathroom and found Johnny wallowing in his whiskey. He perked up once he saw you making your way over.

“Look, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable…” he started.

You leaned so you could talk in his ear. “You wanna get outta here?”

He was taken aback. If his eyebrows went any higher, they would be at his hairline. “Like…now you mean?”

You nodded, then turned to the others. “I’m going. Bye, guys!” You walked out, and a few moments later, Johnny joined you.

“I-I think they might know,” he said.

“Of course they do. Do you care?” you asked.

“Not if you don’t.” He seemed a lot more nervous than usual. “Um…it’s probably not a great idea if I drive.”

“We’ll Uber and come back to get your car tomorrow. Sound good?” You looked at him, and he was staring at you in disbelief.

“Are you real?” he asked.

“You’re not that drunk, are you?” You found an Uber that was only 2 minutes away.

“So, this is happening?”

“Yup. There’s our guy,” you said, pulling him along by his wrist.

He appeared to be in a daze the whole way back. He did so in a complete trance when you told him to follow you to your room. Even when you let him inside, he just stood by the door.

“Johnny?” You kicked your shoes off and stood in front of him. “Are you okay?”

“I think so. Yeah.” He finally looked at you and smiled.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey.”

“Wanna watch some TV?” you asked.

“Sure.” He took his boots off and joined you on the small sofa, tensing up when you put your legs across his lap.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” He smirked and relaxed a little more.

Before long, you two were more interested in what the other had to say than the television. You could listen to him talk for hours on end.

“When are you gonna kiss me, Johnny?” you asked.

“You want me to?”

You nodded. “I’ve always wanted to know what your lips feel like.”

“Really?”

“Really.” You sat up on your knees and moved closer to him. He cleared his throat and wet his lips quickly before leaning in. You met him halfway.

The kiss felt so natural—like it was meant to happen. He sighed happily, and you deepened the kiss, nearly laying your entire top half over his lap.

“Wait,” he breathed, then shrugged his jacket off before helping you climb into his lap and kissing you again.

You had always loved his arms. As you kissed, you rubbed them, feeling the dips, veins, and muscles running through them. When you found his hands, you brought them up to your cheeks. He pulled away to look at you.

“What?” you wondered.

Slowly, he traced your lips with two fingers and then pressed against them lightly. When you opened your mouth, he smirked. You closed your eyes as his fingers slipped deeper into your mouth.

“Look at that,” he whispered, and you opened your eyes. “Good girl. Look at me when you do that.”

You whined playfully, but you’d be lying if you said hearing the words good girl coming from him didn’t turn you on.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth only to claim your lips again. He didn’t care if there was saliva all over them or your chin.

“Are we fucking tonight, Johnny?” you asked as you swirled your hips against him.

He gave a long exhale, watching you grind on him. “What kinda question is that, lass? Fuck…just like that…”

Suddenly, you grabbed his arms and pinned them to the couch before leaning in very close.

“Do you wanna fuck me, Johnny?”

“Y-Yeah, I do.”

“That’s better.” You slid off his lap, and he was about to protest until you were kneeling in front of him.

“Oh, lord…” he mumbled.

“What’s wrong?”

“Okay. Don’t kill me for saying this, but you have no idea how many times I’ve gotten off to this very scenario with you.” He swallowed hard.

“Oh, you mean with me on my knees…sliding my hands up your thighs until I reach the button of your jeans…which fit you perfectly, by the way.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled.

“…then I carefully unbutton and unzip your jeans to find…boxer briefs…I knew it.”

“Wait, you’ve been trying to figure out what type of underwear I wear?” he asked.

“Duh. I knew you were a boxer briefs guy.” Before he could say anything else, you slid your hand into his now unzipped jeans, finding his cock through his underwear.

“God in fuckin’ heaven,” he said through his teeth.

“Oo!” you exclaimed. “Is that all for me?”

“Fuck yeah, it is,” he groaned.

“Can I put it in my mouth?” you asked.

“Please,” he gasped.

You carefully pulled him out of his boxer briefs and stroked it a few times, using your thumb to spread the precum at the tip.

You sat up a little more, then looked into his eyes as you spit on his cock. As soon as his eyes rolled back, you wrapped your lips around him.

“Fuck! You fuckin’….ah!” He gently held your head as you bobbed up and down slowly. “Look at you suckin’ my cock. Eyes, lass.”

You looked him in the eye and took him as deep as possible, making yourself gag.

“What a good fuckin’ girl. I love that sound. You wanna do it again for me?”

“Mm!” was the only answer you could give as you took him down your throat again.

“Guess that’s a yes.” He threw his head back and pumped into your mouth gently. “Can’t believe…fucking…happenin’…” he groaned. With a growl, he pulled you off his cock and kissed you hard.

“Why did you stop me?” you asked, voice a little rough.

“That’s not how I wanna finish the night,” he said.

You giggled as you undressed. His eyes grew wider and wider.

“What a fuckin’ gift you are,” he said. You started walking away but told him to follow, leading him to your bedroom.

“This is better.”

He nodded. “It is. Lie down.”

“No. Not until you take everything off.” You sat on the bed patiently as he undressed.

“Are you gonna say something?” he asked after you only stared at him for a while. He looked as though he was going to cover himself up.

“You’re lovely, Johnny.”

“Thanks, doll. Now, can you lie down for me?”

“I can.” You lay flat on your back with a giggle.

“Are you always this giddy during sex?” he teased as he climbed onto the bed.

“Ask me again next time,” you said.

“Next time,” he repeated before kissing you again.

He explored your body slowly, using his hands and his mouth. You could tell he liked your breasts because he spent much of his time there—sucking, biting, playing. He moved down to your stomach and kissed every inch of it he could.

You knew where he was going after, but nothing could have prepared you for his…skill. He teased you at first, kissing and biting at the soft skin of your inner thigh. When his tongue finally found your slit, you cried out so loud you were sure everyone could hear you.

“John!” you cried, and he pulled away. “Why…why…”

“Did you just call me John?” he asked.

“Yeah. So?” You held onto his hair, trying to force him back down.

“I thought I was Johnny….”

“John…please!”…you begged, and he chuckled before giving in. “Yes, John! Yes!”

“Yeah, that’s my fuckin’ name,” he said against your pussy. He swirled his tongue around your clit as he slowly slid a finger inside you.

“Don’t stop,” you whined.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” he said.

“Thank you,” you joked before he sucked on your clit, making you whimper.

“Cum for me, darlin’. Go on.”

“Yesssssss!” As you came, you held his head against you, and he slurped at you hungrily. You eventually let go and tried to catch your breath.

“I could have died there, but what a lovely way to go,” he joked, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m just gonna sit on your face next time.”

“Please do.” He laid back, putting his hands behind his head. You turned and looked at him.

“I’m sorry, are you tired already?”

“What? No. Just catchin’ my breath…”

“Good.” You straddled him.

“Whoa!” He grinned up at you. “This really is a dream come true.”

“This is almost my dream come true,” you admitted.

“Almost?” he wondered.

“Yeah. It would be complete if you wore a kilt,” you laughed.

“Oh, very funny.”

“Yes, I know I am. Thank you,” you said before bending to kiss him. You rubbed your pussy along his cock, letting him feel how wet you were.

“I need to be in there,” he said.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he grunted.

“How badly?” You reached down and wrapped your hand around him.

“Real bad.” He was breathing heavily.

“You want me to ride your cock? Make you cum inside of me?”

“I’m gonna cum on the outside of you if you don’t stop that kinda talk,” he joked.

“You can put it anywhere you want.” With another kiss, you sank onto his cock, and you both gasped.

“Anywhere?” he asked as he grabbed your ass, urging you to move.

“Yeah.” You kept your upper body against him as you started bouncing your ass on his cock. “But I want it inside me.”

“The good girl gets what she wants,” he said before groaning loudly. Holding you tightly, he began thrusting up into you. “She wants cum in her pussy, she gets cum in her pussy,” he growled.

“Fuck, yes! Please, John!” You could barely keep yourself upright anymore. He must have noticed because he rolled over so that he was on top now.

“Rub that pretty little cunt for me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whined. You loved that he looked down to watch you play with yourself as he fucked you. It didn’t take you long to cum again.

“God, you’re practically gushing all over me,” he said, tilting his head and watching his cock move in and out of you.

“You’re too far away,” you complained, holding your arms out to him.

“Sorry, love.” He leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. “How’s that?”

“So good,” you moaned. “Cum inside me. Please, John.”

“Close,” was all he could say. He was grunting with each thrust now, his brow furrowed in determination.

“Cum inside me, Lieutenant.”

“Ah fuck! I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum….” He let out a sound close to a roar when his orgasm first washed over him then he was whimpering.

You both lay there quietly. His head was on your shoulder, and his eyes were closed.

“Johnny?”

“Hm?” He opened one eye.

“You okay?”

“You kiddin’ me? I’m better than I’ve been in a long time. Christ,” he mumbled before pulling out of you and rolling onto his back.

“That was…”

“Pure dead brilliant!” he finished, and you looked at him before laughing.

“That’s one way to put it. Be right back.” You rolled out of bed and did a little run to the bathroom. When you came back out, you were sure Johnny would be sleeping, but he was wide awake.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Pure dead brilliant,” you teased.

“Hush. Gimme a minute,” he said as he got out of bed and went to the bathroom. You watched his tight little bum the entire time.

When he walked out, he froze when he saw you looking at him. “So…do you want me to go?” he asked.

“No. Do you want to go?” you asked.

“No.”

“Then get back in bed.” You smiled as he walked over excitedly and jumped into bed. “I have a super important question to ask.”

“Oh boy…okay…” He turned to you and propped himself up on his elbow.

“Why the haircut?”

“That’s your burnin’ question?” He made a face. “I dunno, really. I don’t quite look right with too much hair, but I don’t look right with too little hair either, so…it’s a good in-between.”

“Good to know.”

“I mean…do you like it?” He reached up and touched his hair.

“I do.” You moved his hand and played with his hair.

“You think this will change anything between us?” you asked.

“No, I don’t, but if you’d rather not do this again, I get it.”

“Just promise me that we’ll always be this close.” You put your hand on his chest.

“Lass, I don’t think two people can get any closer than we just did.” He laughed, and you hid your face in his neck. “Nah, I know what you mean, in any case. I ain’t going anywhere.”

“Good.” You wrapped yourself around him, and he put an arm around you.

Pure dead brilliant.

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

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marumafan · 5 months

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Hello, I am an old fan of KKM and I am really glad that I found your blog. Especially, since I have seen your conclusion about some additional information: You are right. Indeed. Yuuri is gay or bi...and he did go on dates with guys before or he would have had no reason to feel bad at a certain point in time, when the one whom he had defended resigned the team.

Yuuri has basically no interest in going out with girls, but pretends that he is solely interested in them.

What I also considered interesting is that he basically was thrown out of the team because of defending a love interest...He punched the coach, when I remember correctly...and he did get himself into the engagement with Wolf, because he did not dare to really punch him with a fist, because he felt at least attracted to him physically at that time.

So thank you for your your analyses up until now.

Hello there! Yes, but it's not like he goes around acknowledging it. I think that Yuuri is deep in the closet.

He's a character of his time. No way a teen would admit to being gay in the 2000s (they don't even do it in the 2020s here in Japan).

Just go to wikipedia and look at the summary table at the end of the article here to see how many rights LGBTQ+ individuals lack. Every red cross is an inequality. The dates Yuuri went on with those guys were very hush-hush, and I don't think he could quite admit to himself or others that he's gay or bi. For me, the clearest acknowledgement that he's 'not straight' is when his mom asks him if he's into 'people who wear uniforms' and he starts crying in Change /(Convert) the same story where he goes on a 'Christmas date' with the other guy.

After that story, there was no doubt in my mind that he already knew he was non-straight before meeting Wolf; but also that he was keeping it quiet.

I think his extreme closetness is difficult to understand by younger people and/or people who do not live in Japan. Anyone who lived in the 2000s America and is or knows LGBTQ+ people knows very well how closeted people were, especially after Matthew Sheppard. All of my closeted friends went deeper into the closet... and the ones out of it, quietly went back. It was a time of horror and I can only imagine it was worse in the past. That's simply the case that I recall as the horror of my time in the West.

I have many personal stories about the cruelty in treatment of LGBTQ+ people in the 2000s by Westerners AND Japanese, but I don't wanna get into it.

I'm just saying, I get Yuuri. Anyone living as 'non straight' during those years 'gets' Yuuri. And his wishful thinking about how 'getting a girlfriend will magically make him straight ', I know well and have seen myself.

This is a very realistic character of the 2000s.

It gets annoying at times, cuz he is a fictional character and why can't he just get it on in this fictional world with the cute guy that he's very much into?!

Stories are fantasies that we go on to escape the cruelty of reality, and when this guy 1) goes to a place with no sexual discrimination, which is what has kept him closeted 2) is surrounded by cute dudes and 3) the cutest dude is also into him , also he's like the king, you wonder... why can't he just accept the blessings the rest of us don't have?XD

But I think he struggles, like a lot of people, with his sexuality, and so he doesn't know really what to do.

Having said that, idk.... I feel like once they 'start sleeping in the same bed and have a child', there's a very clear innuendo that they're banging , but idk. The author keeps everything in a state of 'deniability' .

Which again... understandable.

You didn't read this from me, but def she's writing herself in Yuuri.

I think it's clear though, as the years go by, that she turns Yuuri and Wolf into a very solid couple with stories like Do you want an Exorcism, Crossheart, Misepan 2. Misepan 2 was released with the ending of the anime on DVD (2010s when she stopped writing), and Yuuri showing his love for Wolf in that story with the 'I would give you anything, Wolf' phrase, really sealed the deal for me.

After that we've gotten quite a few stories, and she even married them in It happens to everyone 2 and Shibuyas , two of the last stories that present them in the 'future'.

Like I said many times, they've been end-game for a while... it's just that no one noticed, cuz they're two guys.

#kyou kara maou #kkm #maruma #yuuram

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I think my favorite thing about pre-timeskip Sanuso is that they are 17/19 years old. They are. So young. Teenagers. They know nothing about love and. And they are so stupid. Don't get me wrong, they still are. But they were even MORE stupid, if that's even possible.

And I love saying they started crushing on each other around Skypiea but-- Just imagine these two idiots already giggling and kicking their feet right after. I dunno. Arlong Park. Extremely early. They literally just met. And you have this casanova-wannabe having the realization™ about maybe perhaps kind of liking boys. And the other idiot who has a type™ (rich, classy, kind blondes) and won't stop asking himself why because Sanji is annoying af. He genuinely doesn't understand why he likes Sanji. Seriously. He hates it. And Sanji's sexuality crisis lasts between like, zero seconds and absolutely nothing because he sees Usopp smiling at him and his mind goes "prettyprettyprettyprettyboy" and there's no use trying to fight his demons (bisexuality).

The funniest thing about this is that they won't stop arguing like. From the moment they see each other. Usopp understands why he likes Sanji, okay? He is a pretty boy. He is also kind when he isn't being a complete jerk. He is kind of cute when he talks about the All Blue. He helps people whenever they need to. But then Sanji says something stupid and Usopp has the "fuck he is so annoying I wanna make out with him I mean---" crisis like, three times a day. While Sanji, since he has stopped fighting his demons, is a mix between "I will get over this crush fr fr he is just a guy" and "haha maybe if I save him he will give me a kiss on the cheek haha that'd be nice hahahahahahaa *gives in to gay thoughts for an hour until he sets the kitchen on fire*"

Sanji gets Usopp's goggles back in Alabasta because he is so down bad he just wants Usopp to thank him. Usopp is burning with jealousy in Whisky Peak when all those girls flirt with Sanji. They are both like "teehee it's cold out here we should probably sleep together just for warmth right hahaha". They spend all of Alabasta being annoying and everybody hates it. Vivi thinks they are dating. Sanji explains Usopp the 'Mr.Prince' trick and puts his glasses on only because Usopp thinks it's soooo cool. And Usopp thinks it is soooo fucking stupid but he wants to hype him up because, again, he is seventeen and he wants the pretty (and very stupid) blondie to kiss him.

When they get to Skypiea it is. The fucking worst. That is peak crushing on each other. It is not even realizing they are crushing, it is extreme "if we aren't next to each other constantly I think I will die" type of thing but "we can't tell each other how we feel bc what if it's not mutual". So they sleep next to each other. They hold hands. They pretend like they don't like it. They are dying from embarrassment. Sanji tells Usopp he doesn't care if he dies because he is having an "I need to look straight" moment and Usopp is having a "fuck why did I fall for a straight guy" moment. Then Sanji saves them, because he is like that but also because he is. Head over heels. Usopp takes care of his wounds right after and they are both so. So nervous.

Like-- Sanuso but they are crushing early in the story and they are both SHAKING every time they talk to each other. Sanji tries to act sooo cool and Usopp is like "haha yeah you're sooo cool" while regretting every decision he has ever made because why the hell does he want to fuck a blond loser.

By the time they get to Water 7 everything is more like. Genuine and romantic and they are basically in love with each other at this point. So I don't need to explain anything but. But. But Usopp in Thriller Bark thinking he is so cool with his little vampire hunter outfit and Sanji being down bad for him because he is, indeed, very cool. But Usopp is also having his teenage Conan Gray 'Heather' moment because Sanji won't stop saving Nami and Usopp just really really really wants Sanji to save him instead but okay fucking blond guy I hate him I hate him I hate him---

They both have their moments of screaming btw. Sanji finds moments alone to go to the kitchen and just. Scream inside of pots. Scream inside of glasses. Scream inside of cabinets. He likes Usopp so much it's physically unbearable and Usopp won't stop spending time with mosshead so of course he is angry. And Usopp goes to the boys' quarters to scream in pillows and the lockers and he is so stressed.

Sanji tells Usopp to taste his food before anybody else (please I am making this for you this food is for you love me love me love me love me) and Usopp constantly tells Sanji his stories because nobody else listens to him (do you think I'm cool please think I'm cool please please). Sanji has so many nosebleeds every day but they are not exaggerated they are. They are just there. He will constantly have nosebleeds and he lies and says it's just a weird condition because saying "please let your hair down more I am in love with you" is weird. And Usopp constantly bumps into walls and shit like that when he is trying to make Sanji look at him.

Their crushes on each other take like, at least, 80% of their time. It is insane and ridiculous and awkward and they are blushing 24/7 and kicking their feet and screaming and they like like each other. They don't say it like normal people. They like like each other. Because they're. Stupid. And young. And they make so many mistakes but they are growing up together. And I think that's beautiful and I adore them <33

WAIT WAIT WAIT EDIT: Not to mention the first time have sex. Not going into details bc. That's for another post I want to make. But they definitely had sex like. Before Sabaody. And it was the weirdest most disgusting teenage thing ever and I adore them. They were SO anxious. And it is. So cute. And I love themIlovethemwefnlwkefnln (<- normal person)

#they are so youuung #what are you overthrowing governments you should be flirtiiing #pre-ts sanuso save meee #i want them both to be awkward :((#one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso

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vivithefolle · 1 year

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What are your thoughts on the bad future in Cursed Child where Hermione basically becomes Snape as a teacher just because she didn't get with Ron?

Oh, I'd written a Quora answer about that! Let me get it-

In the alternated universe in Cursed Child, Hermione became a Snape-like professor because she lost Ron. Is it just bad writing because she'd never be like that? Why?

Au contraire, I think it’s the only bit of characterization in this garbage play that makes sense.

And I’m not saying that because I love Ron, I’m saying that because I know Hermione rather well - I’ve been a very Hermioneish person in my life.

I’ve been that girl who wanted to answer every question I knew the answer to, because I liked to show off what I knew, I liked it when the teacher validated me, I liked to be seen as clever by the adults. The adults were the most important people, after all they were the ones who handed out the punishments. Therefore it was important that I endear myself to the adults considering that they were the only people who could protect me from the other kids’ bullying.

I was bullied. A lot. As a result, I hated my schoolmates. I despised them with all my being. I only trusted the adults and a select few fellow kids who didn’t bully me. My philosophy? “The adults are always right. I’m always right, unless the adults say otherwise. My friends are always right, unless the adults or I say otherwise. Everyone else is stupid and useless.”

Notice a pattern?

It’s quite easy really. The more I was bullied, the tighter I shut myself out. Every new act of bullying was only vindicating me. The world is made of idiots, idiots and more idiots. There’s nothing out there but idiots, and they prey on the smart people like me.

When Hermione made friends with Harry and Ron, thankfully, they stopped her from leaping into misanthropy entirely. They grounded her, gave her something to look forward to other than school. They made her realize that people who don’t care for school aren’t necessarily complete dumbasses who’ll never achieve anything with their lives. They brought some humanity to her. Some much-needed emotion and empathy.

They got her away from her feeling of superiority and made her accept that she wasn’t perfect, something that is incredibly important considering that being perfect is impossible.

[…] Harry headed straight back to the Gryffindor common room, where he found Ron and Hermione playing chess. Chess was the only thing Hermione ever lost at, something Harry and Ron thought was very good for her.

(Lookit those two Dads parenting their perfectionnist daughter. Iconic.)

Okay, so, we know how Hermione reacted when Ron dated Lavender Brown, right?

No, I’m not talking about the birds, I’m talking about after that. After she threw her hissy fit, she went on to bully Ron for months on end.

“Hi, Parvati!” said Hermione, ignoring Ron and Lavender completely. “Are you going to Slughorn’s party tonight?” “No invite,” said Parvati gloomily. “I’d love to go, though, it sounds like it’s going to be really good… You’re going, aren’t you?” “Yes, I’m meeting Cormac at eight, and we’re -” There was a noise like a plunger being withdrawn from a blocked sink and Ron surfaced. Hermione acted as though she had not seen or heard anything. “- we’re going up to the party together.” “Cormac?” said Parvati. “Cormac McLaggen, you mean?” “That’s right,” said Hermione sweetly. “The one who almost” - she put a great deal of emphasis on the word - “became Gryffindor Keeper.” “Are you going out with him, then?” asked Parvati, wide-eyed. “Oh - yes - didn’t you know?” said Hermione, with a most un-Hermione-ish giggle. “No!” said Parvati, looking positively agog at this piece of gossip. “Wow, you like your Quidditch players, don’t you? First Krum, then McLaggen…” “I like really good Quidditch players,” Hermione corrected her, still smiling. “Well, see you… Got to go and get ready for the party…”

And

“How did you do?” asked Ron, hurrying toward Harry. “I think I felt something the last time I tried - a kind of tingling in my feet.” “I expect your trainers are too small, Won-Won,” said a voice behind them, and Hermione stalked past, smirking.

You know how many pages there are between these two happenings? Seventy. 70!! In-universe, it goes from December to freaking March!

And by being away from Ron, Hermione also reduces the time she spends with Harry. Because Harry won’t seek Hermione out, it’s always Hermione who will come see him - and only if she has something to tell him.

So, without Ron, Hermione would consequentially drift away from Harry. Without Ron to bicker with, without Ron to act as a buffer between her controlling tendencies and Harry’s rebellious nature, Hermione would close herself off and ignore other people.

Now, as for why she’s a She-Snape when it comes to students?

Well duh! Have you seen Hermione?

Ron, at the next table, wasn’t having much more luck. “Wingardium Leviosa!” he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill. “You’re saying it wrong.” Harry heard Hermione snap. “It’s Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the ‘gar’ nice and long.”

She loudly points out Ron’s failure, getting everyone’s attention and making him feel humiliated, because she was so sure she knew better than him. That she happens to perform better than him right afterwards just makes Ron feel even worse.

She wasn’t nice, she wasn’t friendly, she wasn’t helpful. She shot him down by snapping at him and only then did she try to help him, but she was already “the aggressor” in Ron’s mind. Of course he wasn’t going to react nicely to anything she’d have to say afterwards!

“All right – I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors,” said Hermione in a sniffly voice. “And you’ve got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?”

Note that here, this is Harry’s narration. Harry thinks of Hermione’s voice as “sniffly”. It’s about on par with Draco’s “sneering” in terms of positive first impressions.

And look at that! “people outside are behaving very childishly”, that’s an 11 years old speaking! She’s just as much of a kid as her peers yet she already has an overinflated sense of her own maturity. *sighs* Believe me, I know from experience that this can only end in tears.

And it’s what would make her miserable should she become a teacher.

Without Harry and Ron with her to remind her that she’s human and faillible, Hermione would ignore other people’s needs as well as her own.

We already see that she can be somewhat gentle to people like Neville, maybe because Neville is kind of the equivalent of a “special needs” kid in the Wizarding World, but with other students like Harry and Ron, whom she assumes are just dumb or not trying hard enough? She’s harsh. Snappish. She can’t understand how they don’t understand stuff that to her is so easy!

Now take Harry and Ron and multiply them by 10. And put Hermione in charge of them all.

She’s gonna go insane in a couple weeks.

A few years and she’ll have lost any sort of enjoyment she may have gotten from passing on her knowledge.

Hermione is not a good pedagogue, like the books show us multiple times - she has an easy time learning because she can memorize her books, but not all students are like this. When someone doesn’t understand what she understands, she makes a snippy remark, act as though they should know and make them feel dumb and in the process snuff out their interest for what she had to say.

Hermione Granger would be a complete nightmare of a teacher, because she has no patience and has a very “if I can do it, so can you” mentality, and she also tends to assume the worst in others. She’s not suited to a role that requires her to interact with people on a daily basis (also why she would make a terrible Minister for Magic).

#vivi answers #ron weasley #hermione granger #harry potter #ron weasley defense squad #ron weasley defence squad #hp meta

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hhighkey · 1 year

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Hi gorgeous ♥ May I have a request for BF headcanons kny hashiras (Rengoku, Giyuu, and our flamboyant boi Tengen) in modern AU? (basically what they'd be like nowadays in the time of internet no constant danger of demons etc? :3) p.s. your headcanons are super cute love reading them ♥♥♥

AN// ah thank u!!! and hope u like it and sorry for the wait,, since they’re around college ages imma do it as college modern au

KNY Headcanons

MODERN COLLEGE AU! BOYFRIENDS

With Rengoku, Tomioka, Tengen

f! reader

Tomioka Giyuu

you two meet in a class as you’ve been paired up for a project

omg imagine him as an RA bye

would be the one who doesn’t give two fucks if kids have alc

but he basically doesn’t say a word to you besides what’s needed

he seems smart so whatever right?

he’s very to the point about the project but you don’t mind it

you’re definitely sad near the end because he’s cute

totally stares at you while working

like you can feel his eyes boring into you

it’s a friday night and you and your friends are going out to a bar for mug night

packed in there and you’re drunk

drunk enough to not realize the guy who’s flirting with you is actually a creep

but someone does notice

tomioka is there because tanjiro dragged him he’d rather stay in

and he knows the guy you’re talking to is trouble so decides to step in

basically your knight in shining armor, makes sure you get home, stays with you as you puke getting you water and advil

seeing him the next time is awkward for you

but it set things in motion!

you start inviting him to events, for food, to go out with you

he’ll just sit there as you and your friends go on about random things trying to tease him

he looks annoyed but secretly he’s happy

and tanjiro is happy someone else is getting him to do things

i see him as someone who plays a shit ton of video games in modern au! but rpg’s where guys aren’t screaming

just sits there adventuring in games like skyrim

definitely cooks

gets you into new shows he likes

probably gets you better studying habits

lol he’d be an engineering major though idc

just silent and brooding all the time but is like a puppy following in your shadow

you two always at the bar together

he’s always at girls nights they love him

but i feel like he’d be guilty of being the guy who doesn’t attach labels to the relationship because he’s just dumb

doesn’t realize he probably should have asked you out properly

it just happened- you spending the night or him coming over to watch your outfit hauls

he just assumed you two were exclusive as you started sleeping together

we hate boys like this

however when you’ve suddenly gone silent around him or won’t return texts- he’s panicking

tanjiro is appalled when he realizes the issue

“so you’ve never asked her to be your girlfriend?”

“no, i didn’t think i needed to after all this,”

so he marches his ass over to see you and beg for forgiveness

you’ll find it funny as he rambles about his feelings and was dumb to assume

gotta forgive him- he’s just dense

he’d be the boyfriend on insta or snap that only posts you

all his pictures have you in them

posts cute things in national gf day, your bday, anniversary

he’s the one people never expected to be so lovesick on social media (his friends bully him… especially sanemi)

definitely planning graduation and classes to a T so you two will be together after

Rengoku Kyojuro

i have such a hard time pinning down what rengoku would be up to in college

like lowkey frat boy but maybe just in the business frat

definitely the student that sits at the front of the class and asks questions lol

mutual friends introduced you two and y’all just hit it off

how can you not love his endearing smile, bright eyes, unwavering confidence

very straight forward about his intentions with you

old school in the way that he courts you with proper dates before anything physical

you two have constant study dates just sitting in silence doing homework academic weapons

he encourages you in every way possible- when you don’t feel good enough because of school or friend drama

when you fail an exam he’ll do everything he can to help you for your next one and just calm you down, remind you it’ll be okay

cares for you when you’re sick

has actually gone to a class for you before just to take detailed notes

rubs your back every night before you go to bed

if you have a headache he massages your head to try to help

likes it when you play with his hair

watched youtube videos so he could learn how to braid hehe

lowkey goes to tengen for advice especially at the start

definitely is nervous around you no matter how long you two have been dating

is the first to say “i love you”

is always by your side

just cutely towers over you as he follows you around like a shadow

you two just getting blackout at bars laughing the whole way home as you stumble

he’d just be such a positive force in your life you’d never doubt how he felt about you

and he just has an unyielding oath to you and only you

Tengen Uzui

graduate student!

but like… he’s one of your TA’s so here’s where the issues begin

you’re on your last semester before you get your bachelor’s degree and then start your masters

you needed credits so you took a basic conditioning class to get you to full time student level

when you walk in you’re just flabbergasted seeing him

he’s 6’6” and HUGE. just the sight of his arms makes your mouth drop open

now you’re realizing you’re one of the only girls in the class fuck

you’re pretty fit, taking yoga and pilates with friends so you figured this would be fine for you anyways… get you more comfortable going to the gym

but now you’re not too sure

which tengen notices the ratio going on in class and makes a mental note because last thing he wants is any girl feeling worried or uncomfortable he’ll protect his girl students to the death

you and the two other girls immediately form a group (and friendship aw) and you have the most experience of them which you use to help them when the guys obsessively steal tengen’s attention they all wanna look like him lol

which tengen notices for sure and appreciates as he can’t get to everyone during class

can’t help himself but want to get to know you

you are beautiful

fit, kind, willing to learn and try

talks about pilates with you because he does it occasionally

fast learner when it comes to using weights and workout machines he’s proud

he’s just so loud about working out and getting to know his students, wants everyone to have fun for sure. everyone knows his favorite word is flamboyant

one time you recommend him a nail police color and next class he’s wearing it

always complimenting your gym fits - he’s obsessed with your matching tops and bottoms and sports bras

the other girls are always joking he has a crush on you

which no way

but he smiles up a storm near you and always gravitates to see if you need help

the girls are def obsessed with the way he towers over you

lots of teasing

lots of smart remarks

it was on accident you two met outside the class. it was the mid semester bar crawl and you two run into each other while out with friends

rengoku is def like “is that your student you’re always talking about?” whoops

and of course your friends are all over that too

everyone ditches y’all so there you two are crammed in a booth in the corner of a bar with music blasting

both of you have had quite a bit to drink being on half the bars in your college town

so liquid courage is on both y’all’s side (or against it)

maybe it wasn’t very flamboyant of him but he presses his lips to yours after talking and getting so absorbed in each other

y’all are those people making out in the bar that people def notice and just roll their eyes

like imagine his strong arms around you that you get to grab onto

makes sure you get home safely after y’all hit up a few more bars, holding hands the whole time

next class is awkward

and so is the next one

you’re avoiding him and he’s not sure how much trouble he could get in

then you skip a class and you never skip classes

so he’s worried

and knows where you live so does the obvious flamboyant thing of showing up

and you’re very sick and surprised

so que tengen taking care of your sick ass because your roommates are at class

ends up with both you admitting your feelings

but like he’s your TA .. but just another student so who cares?

starts taking you on dates

teases you extra in class now

wants you to go to the gym with him outside of class

wants to take you shopping for cute clothes

definitely get mani pedis together

cute dates with yummy foods

always finds the most unique and extravagant places to take you

you never gotta drive anywhere with him he picks you up and drops you off wherever

he’d be so fun to be at the bar with (like imagine him and rengoku having a drinking contest lmao)

anyways y’all would be adorable and he’d be that proud mom at your graduation and then supporting you through your masters degree too

begs you to take another class he’s TAing lmao

BYE i wanna write a fic about this now omg someone tell me if they’d want that

#demon slayer #demon slayer headcanons #modern au #tomioka giyuu #tomioka headcanons #tomioka x reader #rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku headcanons #uzui tengen #tengen headcanons #college au!

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Would you be open to a request about the Italian Stallion and the reader? Like maybe he chose her to eat, but decides he can't do it when it comes time to because something about her makes his heart beat again. He ends up following her everywhere, every night after because he becomes ObSesseD, and he just wants to keep her safe and he can't just approach he like a NORMAL person because he's a short VAMPIRE with a TEMPER and he doesn't want to scare her, but it's basically just a bunch of melodramatic, romantic, Italian pining. In the mean time, the boys? Don't know what to do? Like who is this heart broken Romeo? and where is? their rabid possum that they adopted?

Okay I had total writers block with this but I think this imagine is good. We'll see lol.

Italian Romeo

Santa Carla, California. The best summer spot in your opinion. Packing up your things and moving here for the summer was a good idea. Eventually, you got tired of the daytime action and decided to hang out at the boardwalk at night. That’s when he spotted you.

When Marko first laid eyes on you he saw you as nothing but a quick and easy tourist to make his meal but as he watched you more and more, his feelings changed. He was obsessed by the end of the night. It’s like you bewitched him without even a single glance. You didn’t notice him at first but as he continued to follow you every night, you picked up on his presence. You found it creepy at first but as time went on and you got used to being followed around by the blonde you found it almost comforting and sweet.

This leads us to the present—Marko in his room in the cave, which was littered with sketches of you. He kept drawing you but in his mind, every single piece was worse than the last. He wanted to have you sit in front of him so he had a reference. Dwayne was the first to notice the change in his brother’s behavior. Then Paul caught on, and finally David.

When David got wind of this information he kept himself from laughing his ass off. There was no way Marko had gotten caught up in matters of the heart, or so David thought. Until the evidence was shown to him, the drawings, a newly created nest away from the other boys, and Marko sitting on the couch trying to figure out how to approach you. David could only sigh at the sight in front of him.

Marko had figured out a plan. A concert was in town and he was sure you would go, he just knew it. When you didn’t the poor boy was heartbroken. It was almost like you had rejected him to his face. He hid away from the rest of the boys and only hunted alone for a few weeks before he caught sight of you again checking out a poster for the latest free event on the boardwalk. Marko’s heart was set on getting to actually talk to you at that event and he was determined to work up the courage to do so.

He tried his best honestly, he even made sure he didn’t smell like seawater. The sight before him crushed him completely. There you were, the girl of his dreams, talking to none other than his own brother, Paul. He sulked back over to his bike, the look on his face akin to a kicked puppy. His emotions were all over the place. He felt heartbroken, confused, and betrayed all at once.

When Paul walked over with you in tow it was all Marko could do not to punch Paul. That was until you passed Paul and came straight to him. He couldn’t believe his eyes, his undead heart skipped several beats before you finally reached out to touch his arm. He simply smiled at Paul silently thanking him.

“So you must be Marko, Paul’s told me so much.” You say. Your voice made Marko almost melt. “Yeah I am,” he says swallowing his fear and nerves. You smile, oh your smile, Marko swears you are an angel. “The lost puppy that's been following me for weeks. How about you and I go somewhere and make you not so lost.” you offer. “A date?” he asks you. Your response makes his knees go weak as you place a kiss on his cheek. “Yeah. A date.” You confirm. Marko is too dazed to actually answer and before you think he's rejecting you Paul steps in and agrees for his brother, once again saving his ass.

#marko #marko tlb #marko x reader #marko tlb x reader #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987

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That’s A Bet - Steve Harrington (Smut)

Author: @stilinskiparker Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 5,418 Warnings: fluff, confessions, language (have ya met me), ending is rushed ‘cause it’s 11:16pm and i’m tired. Tropes/AU’s: Best Friends to Lovers | Fake Dating | Soulmate AU | if you can think of any more, let me know! Smut: no | yes; couch sex, m+f (wrap before you tap), oral (f receiving) Requested: Nope. Based off a prompt based off this list A/N: Hi, friends! If you’re under the age of 18, pls do not read. This bitch took me, no joke, like 5.5 hours to write. BUT, I hope you like this! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Working at Family Video wasn’t my first choice. I was coerced into getting this job by my best friends and little brother. How my little brother, you ask? Well, he and Steve Harrington started hanging out two years ago when Dart went missing.

Steve and I had been friends for years before we both met Robin Buckley, when they both worked at Scoops Ahoy last summer before the Mind Flayer tried to kill us all.

I worked at the mall last summer, as well. I worked at The Great Cookie. I could see a little bit of Scoops when I looked across the lower level of the mall. And, yes. It was as amazing to work there as one would imagine. The smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies would fill my nostrils every day, and it was amazing! Of course, on my lunch break, I would run over to Scoops to steal a waffle cone before eating my actual lunch from either New York Pizza, Hawkin’s Heroes, Burger King or Imperial Panda.

But, like I said, the Mind Flayer decided to try and kill us all, so it basically destroyed our place of work, so we had to find a new place… or places.

Like I said before, I was coerced into getting this job at Family Video, and working with Steve and Robin was a blast! Their banter made me laugh every single day we worked together, and getting to hang out with them was a plus.

What was negative for me, though, was watching Steve flirt with most of the girls that came in the store. Hearing him set up dates and him telling us about them the next day was heartbreaking to me. Also hearing about the sex he’d had with them was a shot in the foot with a Nerf gun.

So, here I was, leaning against the back of the counter at the front of the store, quietly groaning after Steve had told us about another one of his dates that ended in sex at Lover’s Lake before he’d walked out to his car to retrieve a movie he’d ‘rented’ from the store.

“You okay over there?” Robin asked.

I shook my head before sighing deeply. “Robin, I’m so sex deprived, I would take you to the back room if I was into girls.”

She chuckled, putting her hand on my back. “That’s okay. No offense, but you’re not really my type.”

“That’s perfectly alright.” I groaned, turning my head to look at her. “I swear, I’m gonna fuck the next person that walks through that door.”

Feeling her hand slide off my back and seeing her stand up straight, Robin held her hand out, smirk on her face. “You’re on.”

I stood up straight, putting my hand in hers, shaking it. “Damn straight. Now, to wait for my sex partner.”

The bell ringing above the door caused Robin and I to turn our heads in that direction. “Do you think I’ll be in trouble for not returning these on time when I was supposed to?”

Slouching a little, I scrunched my mouth to the side as Robin started laughing. She patted me on the shoulder before she said, “I definitely have to hear about this one.”

I looked at her with a look that held annoyance. “Ya’know what. Go. Go put returns back.” I turned her and lightly pushed her to go do her job. Turning back to where Steve was standing, I tilted my head in confusion before turning around at the sound of the keyboard clacking.

“Nope, that’s my job today,” I said, walking towards him. “Let me check these back in.” I went to take the tapes from him, my fingers brushing over his. My breath hitched in my throat as the bell rang again above the door.

Looking to see who the culprit was, I noticed it was just a customer. Rage filled me at the sight of the beautiful girl. I tried not to roll my eyes as she walked to her right as I turned back to face Steve. “You got a customer anyway.”

After successfully taking the tapes out of his hands and sitting down at the computer, he heard him lightly scoff.

“Y/N/N, wha–” he started.

“Go!” I breathed, closing my eyes.

After hearing him walk away and ask if there was anything he could help the girl look for, I opened my eyes, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. I wiped it away before looking at the tapes he’d brought back in, confused as to why he’d chosen these movies; The Breakfast Club, Weird Science, Rocky IV, Sixteen Candles, Back to the Future.

I smiled a little and shook my head, typing in Steve’s information and then the title name in the computer, as I did with the other four before getting up and putting them away myself.

“So, how’s Friday night sound?” Steve asked.

I watched as he went around the counter to the computer, typing in the girl's information so that he could mark the movie as rented. Knowing he wasn’t talking to me, I put my attention back on the movies in my hand, the last one to be put back on the shelf being Back to the Future.

I went to turn around, but the smell of his cologne hit my senses. I tried to take in a quiet breath, but the sound of his voice alerted me that I, in fact, did not.

“We still on for movie night?”

With furrowed brows, I turned to face Steve. “You promised that last customer a date for Friday night.”

Chuckling, he hung his head for a moment before looking back up at me, amusement laced in his eyes. “She said she had a girlfriend.”

With my eyebrows meeting my hairline, my mouth dropped open in shock. “W-well, then. I guess we’re still on.”

With a smile ever present on his face, he said, “Awesome. I’ll ‘rent’ The Breakfast Club again and be at your house around 8?”

“Yeah,” I smiled. “Sounds good.”

Feeling a set of eyes on me as he walked away, I looked over Robin, seeing her mouth the words his house, his house.

“A-actually, Steve?” I walked over to him behind the counter, my fingers laced at my stomach. “Can we do movie night at yours instead? I really don’t wanna hear Dustin asking me if I can take him somewhere or hearing him on his little radio thing talking to Suzie.”

Steve smiled, nodding. “Yeah, that’s actually perfect.”

“Awesome.”

~~~

Wednesday and Thursdays shifts went by extremely slow, whereas Friday’s shift went by sort of fast. I mean, it started out slow, but since it was Friday, everyone was coming to Family Video to rent the latest movies or to rent their most favorite movies of all time.

When my shift was over, I went straight home to shower, shave and change. I tried not to get too dressed up since it was just movie night at Steve’s house, but I put a little bit of makeup on, slightly dressing up my outfit, which consisted of a pair of jeans, Converse and graphic tee.

I packed a bag of clothes for the next day just in case I decided to stay the night. I did that almost all the time when we did movie nights at his house. I would leave the bag in my car just in case things went awry.

I was nervous about movie night, and understandably why. I was going to try and have sex with my best friend, who I’ve had a crush on for years! It escalated after seeing how he interacted with Dustin during the Dart fiasco.

Taking a deep breath, I spritzed myself with some perfume I knew Steve liked, grabbed my bag and walked out of my room. I was reaching for my keys when I heard a knock on the door. Confused, I walked to it, looking out of the peephole and saw Steve on the other side.

What he had in his hand confused the shit out of me, so I opened the door, the same confused look on my face revealed to him, making him chuckle.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Steve asked.

“For one, you’re picking me up, and two–” I looked down at his hand. “You have flowers.”

“Those better be for my mother!” Dustin yelled from the kitchen.

“Dustin!”

Steve laughed, ducking his head for a moment before looking back up at me. “They’re, uhh, they’re for you.” Handing me the flowers, he smiled. “And, I thought picking you up would be a better choice since I drive by here anyway to get home.”

Feeling a presence beside me, I heard Dustin say, “No, you don’t. You live on the other side of town.”

“Did you just get off work, or something?” I asked.

Putting his hands up, Steve exclaimed, “Alright, alright!” He sighed, putting his hands down. “I just felt like picking you up for movie night. You always fall asleep during the movie, so I figured that you’d just stay the night.”

“Wait,” Dustin said. “You’re having movie night without me?”

I looked at him, seeing a little bit of hurt in his eyes. “Dusty, it’s nothing against you, I promise. It’s just that– Steve and I haven’t had a movie night to ourselves in a really long time.” I put my hand on his shoulder, leading him to the hallway. “And I have a bet with Robin. Can’t tell you about it, but I have a bet with her.”

“About Steve?”

“Yes,” I nodded, once. “About Steve.”

Dustin smiled. “Well, alright then.”

We walked back to the door, seeing a very confused Steve looking at us. “Everything… okay?”

“Yup, perfect. Now, go. Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

I hugged my little brother, thanking him for letting me have a night alone with Steve. After I pulled away, I grabbed my eyes and shoved them into my bag while walking down the small steps to our door and down the driveway to Steve’s awaiting car.

The ride to Steve’s house was filled with laughter, singing the songs on the radio that we knew, and stolen glances.

Deciding to be a little less humorous, I asked, “This… isn’t going to end up with us at Lover's Lake, is it?”

Letting out a shocked laugh, Steve looked at me. “I didn’t plan on it! It’s just two friends hanging out, watching a movie, right? Like we always do.”

A little hurt by his words, I nodded and looked out the window, quietly saying, “Yeah.”

Noticing the change in my demeanor, he put his hand on my thigh, asking, “Hey. You okay?”

I looked down at his hand, wishing that my thigh could be a permanent spot for it. The words I wanted to confess started to bubble up in my throat, but I swallowed them down and decided on, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired. I’ll perk up once we get to your house. You know how car rides make me a little sleepy.”

Steve nodded, rubbing his thumb on my thigh before pulling his hand away. The action of his thumb caused a shock wave to my core and stomach, as well as a deep breath. This was going to be a long night.

~~~

“Two hits; me hitting you, you hitting the floor. Anytime you’re ready, pal.” As Andrew took Bender down the ground, I felt a tap on my shoulder, so I leaned my head in that direction, eyes still glued to the TV.

“I still don’t get why he did that,” Steve whispered.

“Because Bender’s a burnout, Andrew’s a jock, they don’t like each other,” I explained. “Bender was also making Claire feel very uncomfortable. Now, stop asking and just watch the movie.”

After Bender stabbed the knife into the top of the wood on the chair next to him, I leaned back over to Steve to explain Bender a little further. “He also has a really shitty home life. I’m talking, abuse. It gets explained in just a little bit.”

“Gotcha,” Steve whispered in my ear.

As the movie played on, Steve and I kept stealing glances at each other. I only knew he was stealing them at me because when I would turn my head to look at him, he’d quickly turn his head back in the direction of the movie.

I cleared my throat during the Impression of the Life scene and turned my head towards Steve, looking at the side of his face. “Hey. Uhm. Are your… parents… out of town?”

“They’re always out of town, you know this,” he replied, eyes locked on the tv.

“No, Dad! What about you?! Fuck you!”

“Shit, you were right–”

“Wait, just wait.”

“Looks about the size of a cigar. Do I stutter? See this is what you get in my house when you spill the pain in the garage. Now, I don’t think I need to sit with you fucking dildos anymore.”

Steve cleared his throat as she started bouncing his leg. “Ya’know, uhm… that girl I told you and Robin about last night? The one that didn’t seem interested.”

I sighed and sat up, crossing my arms. “Yeah.”

“Well, I left something out.”

“Hmm. What’s that?” My replies were coming off as short. Every other movie night, Steve and I wouldn’t be sitting as close as we were; his arm around my shoulders, my head resting on his, my farthest leg in between his, almost as if I was sitting with my legs crossed.

I stole a glance at him as he swallowed, seeing him looking down at his lap.

“She, uh… she wanted me to use a toy on her,” he said. “She said that she hadn’t… ya’know… finished, and that her toy or whatever could do the job.”

“Sounds more like a personal problem to me,” I said. “But at least you two got to have sex, right?”

“Y/N/N, do you know what that does to a man?”

“Awww, Stevie got a bruised ego?” I sassed. It came out harsher than I intended.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I stood up then and grabbed my bag off the chair. “I’m leaving.” I started walking towards the front door as I mumbled, “Robin can win this stupid bet, I don’t care.”

“Hold on,” Steve said. “A bet? What bet?”

I stopped and slightly turned towards him, eyes filled with the tiniest bit of rage. “A sex bet.”

“A sex bet?!”

“Yes, Steve! A fucking sex bet. I’ve been so sex deprived that I told her I was gonna fuck the next person to walk through the door at Family Video, and guess who just so happened to walk through with five VHS tapes. You. I went along with her little bet because I, for one, need sex because I haven’t had it in so long, and two, I’m so in love with you, it’s stupid.”

He looked at me like I was crazy, like he was mad, like he was confused all wrapped into one, but ultimately settled on amused. “You’re in love with me?” “Yes!” I exclaimed. “I’m so goddamn in love with you, I feel like I can’t breathe around you! Every time you’re near and I smell that fucking cologne you wear all the time, I swear to fuck, I wanna drop to my knees when you’re around. And every Tuesday when you come into work and tell us all about the sex you’ve had, I get a little angry every time because I wish in my heart of hearts that it was me you were filling up, making me feel good, making me cry out your name in pleasure during my climax. Making– what are you doing?”

I hadn’t realized that in my ramble and confession that Steve had moved closer to me and removed my bag from my shoulder, dropping it to the floor. “I’m taking you back to the couch,” he said, taking my jaw in his hands.

“Why?” I whispered.

He leaned in closer, whispering, “To make you feel good,” before placing his lips on mine, soft at first, waiting to see if I was going to kiss him back, which I did… quite firm, might I add.

Our lips moved in a messy sync for what felt like ever, before I felt him squat a little, grabbing the backs of my thighs. Without him asking, I jumped, wrapping my arms around his neck before he turned us around and led to the couch, only to turn around again to sit on the piece of furniture.

Before he was able to lean back, I grabbed the bottom of his shirt that wasn’t tucked into jeans and pulled up, lifting the material up and over his head to discard it on the floor by his feet. Our lips locked again in a few more messy kisses before Steve’s tongue made its way into my mouth, exploring.

It was as if we were one, moving almost all parts of our bodies in sync with the other. Tongues not fighting for dominance, hands roaming on shoulders and arms, neck and hair. He put his hands in my hair, pulling just a tab, causing me to take a sharp intake of breath.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I forgot you were tender headed.”

I chuckled, “It’s okay, I’m okay.”

He smiled, saying, “Good,” before putting his lips back on my own just to move his lips to my cheek, jawline and neck, where he searched for my sweet spot; at the junction where my neck and shoulder meet.

I gasped in pleasure, grinding my core down on his denim covered length, a groan sounding him from. I pulled back, hand over my mouth as I looked in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Steve looked confused with a smile on his face. “Why?” I moved my mouth to my hair, pushing some of my hair behind my ear as I asked, “I didn’t hurt you?”

Tilting his head back on the couch, he said, “No.” Picking his head up, he looked me deep in my eyes, his smile never faltering. Chuckling, he said, “It felt good.”

“Oh,” I said, putting my arms down, fingers landing at his belt buckle. “Okay, well… do you wanna continue?”

I looked at him as he put his hand on my cheek. “You have a bet to win,” he whispered before kissing me once more.

I giggled into the kiss, making the both of us smile into it. “It’s like you’re kiss deprived or something.”

He chuckled, moving his hands to the top of my jeans where the bottom of my shirt also sat inside of. “I can think of another set of lips I can kiss.”

I feigned a gasp, eyes still closed, mouth still on his. “Steven Harrington.”

“Y/N Henderson.”

I opened my eyes, his still closed. “Well. What are you waiting for?”

That made his eyes open real quick, his fists pulling my shirt up and over my head, revealing the white bra I had put on after my shower earlier. As I went for Steve’s neck, he went for my shoulder, pressing kisses along it while sliding the strap off my shoulder.

“Take it off,” I breathed. “Take the fucking bra off.”

He chuckled, expertly unclasping my bra. I huffed a breath as he did so, putting my hands on his shoulders, pushing myself to look him in the eyes. “If you keep laughing, I’ll walk my ass home.”

He chuckled… again, but gripped my hips with the tiniest bit of force. “I’ll stop, baby, I promise.”

Stunned by the pet name, I raised a brow. “Baby? So, we’re at that stage in the frien– relation– us.”

“Yes,” he said. “Unless you’re just looking to fuck.”

I feigned thinking on it for a moment before yelping, Steve grabbing the button of my jeans, pulling me forward, also causing me to giggle. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Yes, I am looking to fuck, but I also want to be with you. You’re it for me.” I put my hand on his cheek, bringing our foreheads together, eyes closed. I whispered, “You’ve always been it for me, baby.”

The kiss we shared next wasn’t like the others we’d been having, all hungry and fervent and shit. No, this kiss… this kiss was slower, much more passionate. Open mouthed, but not rushed. Taking more time to explore each other's mouths.

As we kissed, I took my bra off the rest of the way, the material having fallen to my elbows at the talk we’d had just moments prior. Feeling Steve’s bulge in his jeans, I decided that now would be the next time to take his belt off of him and unbutton his jeans to release the strain I knew he was feeling.

After I unbuckled his belt, he placed a hand on my back, sitting me up straighter to cup one of my breasts, bringing me forward to place his mouth on my nipple.

“Steve,” I moaned, one hand going to his hair and the other pulling the belt out of the loops. I dropped the belt to the floor, putting my free hand in his hair as he lapped at my nipple with his tongue.

As he switched breasts, he looked up at me and placed his lips on mine for a wet, chaste kiss as the hand he’d been cupping my breast with covered it completely. Removing the hand closest to the hand on my breast, I placed it on top of his, his fingers spreading to attempt to lace our fingers together.

When he was satisfied with the pleasure he was giving me through my breasts, he bit his lip and wrapped his arms around me, flipping us to the side so that my back hit the couch, all of those movements causing me to giggle.

His lips went right back on mine as he popped the button on my jeans. He placed his fingers on the inside of the material, ready to pull them down my legs. Shoes were long discarded by the door the moment we arrived at his house about an hour prior, movie long forgotten about.

Instead of heading south like I thought he was going to, he instead moved north, towards my face. Giving a light kiss, he said, “I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise.”

“Then do it already,” I said.

Steve gave one last kiss on my lips before moving down, placing kisses between my breasts and down my stomach to the top of my jeans. He pulled the denim down, kissing the newly exposed skin as he did so.

Grabbing at my panties as he went, he stopped kissing once he got right above where the tops of my panties would sit. He lightly tapped at my bum, silently asking me to lift it, so I did, making it easier for him to slide the rest of the materials down my legs and to the floor.

The look he was giving made me a little insecure, so as I tried to cover everything exposed, he laced our fingers together, looking at me with the most sincere look he’d giving me tonight. “Don’t ever hide from me,” he said. “You’re beautiful. The most beautiful girl–”

“You’ve been with?”

“In the world,” he whispered. He looked down at my area and back at me, a smirk on his face. “You shave your vagina?”

“One, never say the word vagina again, and two, yes. It’s a personal preference.”

“If I can’t say vagina, what word can I say? Pussy?”

“Oohhhh, who knew Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington had a dirty mouth,” I sassed.

He shook his head and looked back down, kissing the top of my pussy. “So soft,” he whispered. “Bet it tastes good, too.”

As he grabbed the underside of my thigh to spread my legs open, I whispered, “Then maybe you should have a taste.”

With no hesitation, Steve dipped down and kissed the very top of my slit, bringing it tongue out to lightly lick where he’d kiss before going further south to my clit and entrance. He licked from the bottom of my entrance right up to my clit, where his tongue found a home.

“Oh, my– fuck,” I moaned, placing my hand on the crown of his head. My free hand went to one of my own breasts, cupping it. It felt as if I had died and went to Heaven when his tongue moved from my clit to my entrance, lapping up the juices I was producing.

He pulled back a little to say, “Taste so good,” before diving back in, causing me to arch my back a little.

I was done for when he inserted two fingers into my pussy, pumping in and out, stretching me for what I knew was to come. “Steve,” I moaned. “I’m so close to cumming. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna–” I moaned, my pussy tightening on his fingers. He never stopped until I pushed his head away, repeating the word “Okay” like a prayer.

As I was catching my breath, Steve kissed his way back up my stomach and breasts until his lips met mine, the two of us sharing a passionate kiss.

While essentially making out, I unbuttoned his jeans and started to push them down his legs until I couldn’t anymore. I let out a whine mid-kiss, a wholehearted laugh coming from the half-naked man above me.

He stood up, removing his jeans and boxers, grabbing his length to stroke it. I went to sit up to do the work for him and take him in my mouth, he shook head, crawling back on top of me. “No. Tonight is about you. I’m making you feel good.”

“But–”

“You can work on me another night,” he said, voice so soft, I thought I missed what he said.

I nodded, putting my hands on his cheeks for another slow, passionate kiss. At the same time our lips met, the head of his penis met my entrance, sliding up to my clit and back down to my entrance before doing it a couple of more times.

Once he was satisfied with how wet got himself, he looked me in the eyes, silently asking me if this was something I still wanted to do, so I nodded because, of course I did!

He looked back at himself, and watched as he slid into me, a quiet groan of pleasure coming from him. He huffed out a small laugh, looking back at me. “Taking me like a champ.”

“You’re the biggest I’ve ever had, Steve,” I replied, hands smoothing back some of his hair. Deciding to add a little humor, I added, “Just don’t cum in me too fast. I can already feel you trying not to bust a nut.”

He laughed as pulled out some just to push back in a little harder than I had expected him to, a loud moan pouring out of me. “Say shit like that again, and it’ll be harder.”

All I did was look him in the eye, breathing, “I like it hard. But, seeing as this is our first time, can we try… maybe a little slower? Still hard, but not rough?”

Steve nodded, placing his forehead against mine as he started thrusting in and out of me, slow at first, gradually going a little faster and a little harder, but not too hard. It was that perfect hard thrust. I can’t really describe it. He was making me feel too good!

With one foot on the ground and the other leg bent on the cushions of the couch, Steve stood to the best of his ability, grabbing my hips and pulling my bottom up off the couch, ever so slightly.

He reached a spot that, even I never knew existed.

“Oh, my god, Steve,” I yelled in pleasure. “I’m gonna cum again!”

“Me, too, baby, me too,” he grunted.

Hearing the new pet name sent me over the edge without realizing it. It didn’t even register to me that I yelled out his name, probably loud enough for the whole damn neighborhood to hear.

I was too busy coming down from my second high that I didn’t even notice that Steve pulled out and started jerking himself, sending white hot stream of cum along the top of my pussy.

When I finally opened my eyes, having closed them during my climax, I saw Steve stand fully, both feet on the carpet of the living room. Looking down, I scooped up a dot of cum, bringing my finger to my mouth, smiling once it hit my tongue. “Taste so good.”

He shook head, smile ever present on his face as he turned away to retrieve a warm, damp washcloth to help clean us up with. He helped me put my panties back on, but gave me his shirt to wear as he put his boxers and jeans back on.

When we finally sat down and cuddled each other the best we could on the couch, we caught the last little bit of the movie, watching as Bender walked across the football field, fist in the air.

Steve put on Sixteen Candles, knowing that that movie was also a favorite of mine. At the scene where Sam and Randy are looking at Carole Mulford in the locker room showers, Steve and I decided to lay down on the couch, sleep hitting us like a bus.

He laid down first, letting me lay on top of him, my ear to his chest listening to his heartbeat. The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was feeling a blanket cover me, a kiss to the top of my head, Steve telling me good night, and Sam screaming on the phone with Randy the night after the dance.

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The following day, Steve and I woke up at the sound of his father yelling at the both of us. We quickly grabbed our clothes and headed upstairs to his bedroom, laughing once the door was shut.

“I thought they were out of town!” I giggled.

“Must’ve come back early,” he said, putting a clean shirt on.

I put my jeans back on, and buttoned them before turning to the mirror and fluffing my hair out a little bit. “I forgot to remove my makeup last night. Damn.”

“Yeah, well, we were a little preoccupied.”

I smiled at him, turning to wrap my arms around his neck after having walked the few steps over to him. “I’d like to be that preoccupied again.”

“Oh, really?” he asked, kissing me before I could nod. Activities that ensued after caused us to be late for work. The two of us piled into the car, and he took me home for a few seconds so that I could retrieve my work vest.

Once I was back in the car, Steve drove us to work, where we were getting chewed out by Keith for being late. He went ignored, though, as he always chewed us out for even clocking in on time.

Robin, Steve and I had our own little private meeting about what would be going down at the video rental store, the three of us ultimately deciding to go about our normal jobs; Robin shelving returns, Steve with the customers, and myself on computer to put in the returns and call customers about their past due returns.

During a break Robin had from putting returns away, she leaned on the counter next to the computer, causing me to smile.

“What do you want, Robin?”

“How’d it go last night?” she asked.

“And this morning?” I said, looking at her from the corner of my eye.

Her face lit up with delight and happiness, but also with sadness. “That means I lost?!”

“Lost what?”

I looked over and saw my little brother standing at the front of the counter, what looked like to be a shirt in his hand. “Dusty, what is that?”

“Clean shirt,” he said, tossing it to me. I caught it as he said, “Ya’know. Since you and Steve fucked last night.”

My eyes went as wide as saucers, mouth dropping open as I said, “How did you–”

“Bye, I love you!”

“That little shit.”

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A/N 2: hi, friends! okay, so, i just wanted to let anyone know that was curious while reading what the word area means in this type of fic. i used the word area because that’s what i describe to my daughter about the body part her and i share. i know that actually teaching her that we have a vagina is important, but she’s 5.5 years old, and that’s just my parenting style. if she has any questions about it when she gets older and hears the word, then i’ll let her know that we have a vagina. but enough with my little rant. let me know what you thought about this! again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

Additional Notes: i saw a post in the steve harrington x reader tag that said if you’re gonna write a smut where s.h x reader get caught doing the nasty, don’t let it be one of the younger s.t. characters. let it be like a parent or something. and i totally agree with that. so, from here on out, all my smut fics will not have dustin or one of other kids walking in on s.h. x reader having wrestle time. at the end, dustin says he knows about s.h. x reader having sex. he called robin and coerced it out of her, lol. THAT’S how he knows.

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Posted on July 7, 2022

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