#HIS NOSE PLEASE its such a cute and handsome nose. what did we do as a species to deserve the creation of ichiban kasuga Literally Nothing

[todayisafridaynight]

Arakawa is so handsome no wonder Ichi came out the way he did!!!

every time i introduce y7 to people they always make a comment on how handsome arakawa is and i have to act like the most normal person on earth about it !!!!

[yukioos]

duvet — logan howlett x reader (1.0k)

warnings: cussing, reader calls logan ‘kitty,’ not proofread

summary: reader comes home with a cat, it’s clear logan’s not too pleased.

authors note: pls send requests i have no ideas!! ill be posting my masterlist & main post today. still on vacation but im trying to write when i can, i plan on rewatching the x-men movies again. also i don’t have a cat so i did a bit of research for this oneshot, sorry if it’s inaccurate!

“is that a fucking cat in your hands?” logan asks, not greeting you as soon as you walked into your shared house.

“mhm! isn’t it just so cute?” you answer, smiling at the kitten in your palm.

you slide off your shoes and take your coat off, walking down the hallway to logan. he stands near the kitchen, crossing his arms as he leans against a wall. his eyebrows furrow.

“looks like a damn rat.” he insults, glaring at the cat that lays comfortably in your arms.

the kitten opens its mouth and meows loudly at logan, eyes closing and almost falling out of your arms. you gasp and coo at her, scratching behind her ears. you stand next to logan, laying your head on his bicep.

you explain, “it was meowing outside near the trees. it’s fur is dirty, i don’t think it has a home.” and look up at your boyfriend with desperate eyes. you continue, “can we keep it?”

he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, rubbing his face as if he’s annoyed. he gives you a blank stare, causing you to shrink under his gaze. you look away from his eyes and focus on the kitten in your hands.

it meows loudly at you as if it is trying to get your attention. it closes its eyes and opens its mouth to meow again, then slowly lays down in your hands. your eyebrows turn upwards in worry, and you sniffle.

“god damn it, fine, we can keep it. i’m not taking care of it though.” he gives in, huffing out his words.

“really?” you exclaim, looking back up at logan with a wide smile and shining eyes.

“don’t make me regret it, bub,” he states, rubbing your shoulder and kissing your forehead.

you sheepishly grin up at him and pet the kitten, knowing you need to bathe it. you walk upstairs, turn into your bathroom, and walk to the bath. you turn on the water and make sure it’s a good temperature before placing the kitten under it.

its fur quickly becomes drenched, and you clean the kitten, taking out all the dirt from its fur. once you’re done, you turn off the water and rub its small belly, reassuring it with comforting words. you grab a small towel from a cabinet and dry it off.

you keep the soft towel around its tiny body, carrying it with you down the stairs. you turn your head to see logan standing in the kitchen, making dinner for the two of you.

“aww, are you making food for us, lo? thank you!” you stand on your toes and kiss his cheek, still holding the kitten in your hand.

you walk to a cabinet and open it, taking a small, clear bowl and filling it with water. you place the bowl on the counter and gently place the kitten on it as well. logan pauses cutting up vegetables to watch the kitten slowly walk toward the bowl.

“i don’t like cats. they’re always grumpy and sassy and clingy. they can have rabies too.” the man next to you complains, shaking his head.

you grab onto his bicep, and a smirk grows on his face, “you just described yourself, handsome. the two of you will get along just fine.”

he stares at you for a moment before cutting the vegetables again, keeping a close eye on the kitten. it continues to lap up the water as if it were dehydrated.

“do you really not want a kitty?” you ask, concerned.

you hold onto his bicep and rub your thumb on the muscle, looking up at him. you don’t know why logan doesn’t want the kitten, it’s adorable and needs a home. you care about what he wants, so you expect an answer.

he replies, not answering the question, “i’m fine with whatever you want.”

you quickly add, “i know, but what do you want?”

he hesitates before answering your question, “maybe having a cat isn’t too hard.” he stares at the kitten intently.

hours go by and the two of you are done eating dinner together. you sit on the couch alongside logan, who stares at the kitten on your lap. you watch a television show at low volume, not wanting the kittens hearing to go bad.

your eyelids begin to feel heavy, and you lay your head on logan’s shoulder, fingers interlocked. you feel the kitten begin to crawl out of your lap and onto logan’s, whose thigh is touching yours.

“you are a cute cat, aren’t you?” he takes a moment, supposedly petting the kitten. he adds, “guess you’re gonna be here for a while. better not take all my attention, you rat.”

you try to hold back a smile, now knowing that the reason logan didn’t want the kitten is because he wants to keep your attention for himself only. your face warms up, and logan picks you up bridal style. you try not to react, trying not to cling to his body.

you hear the sound of the large screen turning off, and the sound of his footsteps carrying you up the stairs. the door creaks, you guess it’s the door to your shared bedroom. you softly drop on the bed, and a hand caresses your arm.

you feel fur on your stomach, logan had brought the kitten with him. a large dip and creak in the bed signal that he’s climbing into bed with you. covers lay on your body, and an arm wraps around your waist.

he kisses your temple and whispers incoherently, rubbing your arm with his thumb. small paws travel up to your chest, and soon you feel a ball of fur on your neck. you smile and turn your head to the mutant, kissing his cheek and grabbing ahold of his hand.

“g’night, kitty.” you mumble, talking to both of them.

“g’night, bub.” logan mumbles back into your hair.

[suosgirl]

Keeping It Cute (& Dangerous) - Hayato Suo x Reader | Ch. 3

Word Count: 4100

୨ৎ Read me before interacting!

୨ৎ Pairing: Hayato Suo x Reader feat. Haruka Sakura, Akihiko Nirei, Taiga Tsugeura, Mitsuki Kiryu

୨ৎ Warnings: mdni, f!reader, manga spoilers (?), ooc (?), loss of loved one, violence, panic attack, breakdown, slowburn, knives, stabbing, blood/bleeding, broken bones, harassment, survivor's guilt, misunderstandings, fighting, grief, swearing, ptsd – if I’ve missed one, I apologize + please let me know!

୨ৎ Note: I wasn't feeling the original image because I really want this fic to feel real – so, updated it so it looks like a manga panel (˶˃⤙��˶) Also, remember when I said this would be 4 parts? I lied, haha. Definitely will be longer (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

୨ৎ Keeping it Cute (& Dangerous) Masterlist

“Bunny,” he repeats himself – simple and matter-of-factly. “That’s not my name.” “But you’re just so cute –” Your nose scrunches up at his words, and he laughs as he claps his hands. “Oh! See, you are a bunny!”

This was a situation that you did NOT have on your bingo card.

Sat in between Kiryu, whose name you had just learned, and Tsugeura, whose name you had also just learned, you found yourself cursing the universe for the streak of bad luck that just kept coming.

(They had originally all sat across from you, something you were thankful for – but when you had excused yourself to use the restroom, they thought nothing of it until they saw you fly past the shop windows.

Sakura and Nirei had to drag you back.

You blame your weakness for puppy dog eyes.

… Fun Fact: Nirei was really good at doing puppy dog eyes.)

You just couldn’t understand it – you had apologized for what you did, and they had told you that you did nothing wrong, so why were you still here?

And also – nothing erases the fact that they’re all still so good-looking. Especially Suo.

Ugh, even his name was pretty. So pretty, in fact, that you couldn’t stop repeating it in your head. 

You could still feel the ghost of his hand on your shoulder and the warmth of his breath on your ear. 

Bunny…

Is that what he thought of you? A harmless, dainty little ball of fur? You’re irritated at the mere idea of being compared to such a powerless animal. 

For goodness sake, you had fractured a man’s hand – bunnies don’t do that.

What’s worse – he had continued to call you that stupid nickname the whole walk here. You had ignored him, of course, but it seems that only fueled him more, because he hasn’t let up on the name since then.

How can someone so handsome be so aggravating? 

You’re brought out of your thoughts by the sound of a poorly veiled excuse of a cough, and you see that they’re all looking at you expectantly.

“Oh – I’m sorry! Did you say something?”

Sakura lets out a sharp tsk, no doubt still annoyed about earlier, before responding to you.

“We were askin’ for your name.”

Oh.

You don’t mean to, really, but you let out a laugh. It bubbles out of you, unrefined and uncontained, because the situation in its entirety is just so ridiculous. Of course you hadn’t introduced yourself to them because you didn’t think you’d still be talking to them. Or rather, that they’d still be talking to you. 

Once your laughter dies down and you’re wiping the stray tears from your eyes, you quickly apologize and introduce yourself.

It’s silent for a second, and then Suo hums and you eye him warily.

“I think I like bunny better,” he concludes, smiling at you.

You shake your head, before correcting him with a forced smile of your own.

“Bunny,” he repeats himself – simple and matter-of-factly.

“That’s not my name.”

“But you’re just so cute –”

Your nose scrunches up at his words, and he laughs as he claps his hands.

“Oh! See, you are a bunny!”

Suddenly, you don’t like him anymore. 

You turn to Kiryu, even though you barely know him, because you need support and validation and he looks like the type to run to your aid in times of need. He’s already looking down at you, his eyes thoughtful and sensible and you’re sure that he’ll be the one to put an end to this endless teasing. He’s so reliable, you think. And handsome. And Kind. But now he’s smirking at you and you’re not sure why – 

“Kitten! You look like a kitten right now~”

You almost flip the table. Keyword: almost. You are, after all, just a girl – but girls don’t flip tables. No matter how irritated they are. And you know what? You pride yourself on how poised and collected you are in the face of hardship. You are resolute – unbreakable. This is child’s play. 

“I don’t think you’re anything like that –” Tsugeura chimes in, and you’re so glad that someone finally sees you for who you are. 

Perhaps… perhaps Tsugeura was way more emotionally aware and attuned to others' feelings than you had first thought. You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, and suddenly, Tsegeura is just so dreamy and handsome and – 

“– you’re more like a banana! Banana is my favorite protein flavor, the other fla-”

You slide your hands under the table. 

First, you were going to flip this shit. Then, you were going to rock their shit.

“I-I think you’re really cool … and strong!” Nirei interrupts your silent rampage, and you feel the anger dissipate from your body.

You decide then that Nirei is your favorite one from the group, and you grant him a smile – because kindness is supposed to be met with even more kindness. And he was kind, and cute, and sweet, and –

“But … I feel like I’ve heard your name before… I just can’t remember where…,” he mutters, and you watch him pull out a small notebook from his jacket. 

You feel your skin prickle at his words, and you quickly ask Kiryu what he’s looking at.

“Ah – he collects information about people –”

Kiryu’s still talking, but you tune him out.

If people from this town knew who your brother was, then you weren’t safe here either.

You watch Nirei flip through his notebook in earnest, and your hands start to get clammy. You had to leave. Whether he found the information he was looking for or not, you didn’t want to stay to find out. You decide that you had entertained them long enough, and it’s when you start to slowly push your chair back that Nirei finds what he’s looking for.

“Aha! I knew your name sounded familiar!” he’s beaming at you as he says your brother's name, and you don’t have it in your heart to ask him to stop.

But then – he’s naming things about your brother like his height and his preferences and his shoe size and you can’t stop the way your eyes are starting to water or the way your hands softly inch towards to stop him.

And everyone’s so enraptured in Nirei’s storytelling, so intrigued by the rumors of your brother and the rumors of you, that no one notices.

It’s only when you gently pull the notebook from his hands that he stops. You’re not mad. Really. 

You’re just – 

…

You don’t know how you feel.

Through blurry eyes, you skim over the page and you’re surprised at how accurate everything is – but, you find one flaw.

One stupid flaw that you wish wasn’t real, but it was, and reality hurts.

“You need to add that he passed away a year ago,” you say before clumsily handing the notebook back to him – your eyes glued to your lap.

The table falls silent, and you don’t want to look up. You don’t want to look any of them in their eyes or see their expressions of remorse or guilt because, honestly, they didn’t know.

But… But to hang your head low in your brother’s memory was shameful. He deserved to be remembered with your head held high – a smile on your face and pride in your voice. That’s the type of person he was.

“My brother –” you take a deep breath, willing your voice to stop shaking and your hands to stop fidgeting. Kiryu’s hand is on your back, comforting and sweet, and you know that he’s silently telling you not to push yourself – but you press on.

If your brother were here right now, he’d tease you endlessly about how small and frail you look. 

But then… he’d flick your forehead and tell you to straighten your spine – because addressing your feelings and your fears head-on is the only way to get stronger.

“He was the one that taught me that I could wear whatever I want, do whatever I want, and be whoever I want – because I’m strong enough to back it up. He made sure of that.”

“He was really famous in our town… Maybe that’s why you’ve heard of him? He protected everyone, just like you guys, and he had this thing he would do where he would call himself –”

“The LION…,” Nirei joins in quietly with you, and you let out a small laugh as you nod. 

“Yeah, my brother was the lion and I was the tiger. He was really into stuff like that – said it made us sound cool and intimidating and whatnot. He even had everyone call us that too and I used to hate it because it was so cheesy, but somewhere down the road, it grew on me.”

You’re smiling now, but it isn’t reaching your eyes. You’re trying, though, and they can see that.

“When I fight …,” you pause, and flashbacks start running through your mind. 

You remember all the fighting, all the banter, and all the lessons. He was such a flashy person, always trying to take on 15 people at a time just to show how strong he was. But … he was strong. Stupidly strong, and so so smart. He had the mind of a tactician – always planning, always thinking. His strategies rarely failed, and if they did, he took it in stride with a smile on his face and a chip on his shoulder.

“... I feel like he’s right there beside me, giving me pointers on what I could do better and telling me not to mess up my hair too much.”

You missed him – terribly. But, life goes on. 

The days pass by, the seasons change, and in some miraculous way – you begin healing.

“I think about him everyday,” you admit, “he was my best friend, my role model, and I knew him like the back of my hand. You’re doing his life’s work, too – and that’s something to be incredibly proud of.”

You look up at them, and though your tears have subsided, there’s still an ache in your chest that you know will only get lighter with time.

“How?”

You flinch at the question, and everyone is quick to scold Sakura but he continues – 

“He sounded pretty damn strong, so what happened?”

The question makes sense. Your brother was strong, so how did he, of all people, get killed? 

You know that you, yourself, are also an enigma – so you get where he’s coming from. You had moved to Makochi with trauma and issues and history, and it still wasn’t clear if you were a threat or not. It just hurts, you suppose, being perceived like this.

You purse your lips, not because you’re angry at Sakura, but because you’re angry at what you’re about to say.

This part always stung the most.

“My brother… he was well known, even outside of our town, for ending fights and saving people. He was a hero – the town’s hero. But because of his reputation, we had more and more people moving in, and a lot of them had emotional baggage. They –”

Your hands start shaking again, and you have to force yourself to calm down.

“They didn’t know this, and it isn’t their fault, but because of so many people seeking refuge with us, gangs from out of town were putting a target on me and my brother.”

Your breathing is coming out ragged now, and you can feel your body start to heat up with pure anger.

Kiryu’s hand is on your back again, and you’re so grateful for the way it grounds you enough to continue speaking.

“The night that my brother died, he was by himself. We didn’t know that the gangs had reached out to one another to create some sort of compromise, but if we had, then maybe things would be different.”

“I don’t … I don’t know exactly what happened, but when they found him, he was on the outskirts of town with 50 bodies laid out around him and 20 stab wounds… He could’ve been saved, but he lost too much blood because he just kept fighting.”

“I was supposed to be with him that night, but I had a stupid little cold and he told me to stay home and rest. Can you believe that? I was at home, with soup and cough medicine and a runny nose, while my brother was out there dying, and I –”

You don’t realize you’re gasping for air until they’re all telling you to stop, and you finally notice the hot tears running down your face.

Your body stills, and then – you’re quiet.

It takes everything in you to just breathe.

You’re stuck like that for what feels like forever before you’re able to start releasing the tension in your body, but your heart is still racing and your mind is still reeling and –

Sakura breaks the silence.

“... They’re cowards – you don’t bring knives to a fistfight,” he states, plain and simple, and the rest of them are waiting with bated breath and worried eyes as you look up at him and –

You laugh. It’s a bitter laugh, but it’s something, and you see their shoulders drop with relief.

Slowly, your heart returns to a steady rhythm and you’re sure that you’re probably looking a lot better because Kiryu is softly asking where you’re from.

You hesitate, but the name of your hometown falls from your lips – and so do their faces. 

“That’s –,” Nirei starts, but Sakura cuts him off.

“Whaddya doin’ all the way over here, then?”

You pause.

“I’m protecting my town – same as you.”

“That … doesn’t seem like much protection – ”

“They're still looking for me – the hit that night was for both of us. They only want me. The town is safe because I’m not there.”

You’re met with silence, and you take that as a queue to wrap this whole thing up. You’ve said far too much than you’d like to admit, and you don’t want to get attached to these feelings and these people and this town. 

This was fun. Handsome boys always make good company. But, the sooner you get this over with, the sooner you can move on.

So, you bring your hands together with a soft clap, grabbing their attention as you smile at them.

You drone on about how, despite this being a great fun experience, it’s getting late and you really oughta head back to your apartment now. You’re thanking them for listening to you and for being so nice and caring, but you’ve already taken up so much of their time and you couldn’t possibly keep them out for longer.

You honestly, genuinely think you’re doing pretty good.

What you don’t count on, though, is that they’re getting familiar with your smiles. They’re starting to catch on to which ones are real and which ones aren’t – and the smile you’re giving them now is so guarded and forced and fake that they’re already standing up before you finish your little spiel. 

You deflate at their reaction. You weren’t even done.

Sighing, you go to grab your bag before standing up – and they’re quick to gather around until they’re blocking you with their bodies.

“You’re not thinking about leaving town, are you?” 

“Of course not! Goodness, why would you even think that?”

You laugh, light and friendly, before trying to step around them. They block you again.

“Look, I’m tired and I want to go home. Please please please let me go home,” you plead, desperate to finally be alone.

“If we visit you tomorrow, you’ll still be there? You won’t be gone?”

You smile again, but your eyes are starting to twitch and your patience is running thin.

“Yes yes yes – I promise I’ll still be there tomorrow.”

What a fucking liar, they think.

You, on the other hand, are getting frustrated because usually nosy people end it at the first question. You’re not at all used to whatever this is, and you’re starting to get worried that perhaps they got too attached to you. 

“We’ll walk you home –”

“No need! It’s really not that far!”

Your facade is cracking now, and you’re starting to get antsy. This was too much attention, too much care, and you hadn’t experienced this much clinginess in so long.

Why couldn’t they be more like other towns, who didn’t so much as bat an eyelash when you left because you had caused fights and problems and violence?

“How will we know where to go tomorrow then?”

“Oh – good question! Here, pull out your phones and I’ll give you my contact information.”

They immediately do as you say, but when they look up, you’re fucking gone – halfway out the door by the time they realize it.

You’re booking it, running as fast as you can through alleyways and sharp corners before they even get a clue of where you are. 

You’re smiling, pleased with yourself because you won and boys are just so easy.

Finally, you can unwind from the disastrous day you’ve just had and wallow in self-pity and embarrassment to your heart's con– 

You run into something hard and firm and tall and handsome and – shit.

Suo’s got his arms wrapped around your waist, strong and secure, and though he’s smiling, you can see how furious he is by the way he’s pressing his lips together.

“It seems my sweet little bunny just keeps getting away.”

You bristle at his words, and for a split second, you consider flipping him out of your way, but his fingers lightly press into your body as a warning and – 

“Okay fine, you’ve caught me. Are you happy now?”

You hate how breathless you sound in his arms, but he, on the other hand, is absolutely thrilled. Whether it’s because of your pathetic surrender or because you’re so damn close, you’re not sure.

You place your hands on his chest because, if you’re going to let yourself be held captive by him you might as well enjoy it, and you feel the tiniest flex of his body under your fingertips.

Oh. 

Alright – fine. Two can play at this game.

You tilt your head to look up at him, and in the prettiest voice you can muster, you say — “You’re being so mean, Suo.”

All he does is hum at your words, and you flush at the lack of response. 

Never… never again. 

Maybe you should flip him. It wouldn’t hurt, you think, to get one good jab in. Make him really remember you before you’re gone. 

“I honestly think you’re being the mean one here.”

You open your mouth to respond, but he continues.

“If you think leaving is the best thing for you to do right now, then I’ll let you go.”

He drops his arms, and you shiver. You’re not sure if it’s from the breeze or the weight of his words, but you instinctively wrap your hands around yourself.

“You can go to the next town, and then the next one, and then the next one, until you’ve run out of land – and I won’t stop you.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you look away from his stare. You can’t do this, can’t listen to this, it hurts and your chest is tight and – 

“Or, you can stay here a little while longer. You can get to know the town, know the people, and you could find something worth staying and protecting again.”

You're stepping away from him now, your eyes clenched and your hands shaking.

For a year, you’ve had whispers of your brother's voice, sure, and the occasional casual friendships from town to town, but you’ve never ever been spoken to quite like this. You didn’t know words could bruise you like this. You didn’t know the truth could sear into your skin and burn.

You didn’t give anyone the chance to confront you, never stayed long enough to make it worth it, but here he was – stern and honest and real.

You’re scared – no, terrified at the idea that someone like him could see right through you. That he could see through your facade. That he cared enough to say all of this. That he cared enough to try.

You don’t … know what to do. You’re at a crossroads, and although you’d been in this town for a couple of weeks now, this was the first time you were seeing it for what it truly is. 

And you’re not sure if you can love another town the way you loved your hometown. You can’t get attached or comfortable — can't stay in one place for too long. You don’t know what could happen to the people here. What if they find you? What happens then? You shouldn’t risk it, a voice rings through your head.

Yeah, yeah you shouldn’t – 

Another voice, so quiet and soft that you wouldn’t have even noticed it if you hadn’t been thinking so hard echoes out.

Try. Hope. Trust. Believe. Protect.

You fear that you’re losing your mind, the words so outlandish and foreign that you can’t remember the last time they’ve ever left your mouth.

But then – you remember earlier. The girl you helped. The girl you protected. The protection that Bofurin offered to you. The hope in her eyes. The trust in their eyes. The trust in you. 

And suddenly, you’re crying. It’s not a burst, nor is it hot to the touch. It’s a slow, mesmerizing trickle of tears shining with intention and meaning and feelings and you don’t make a move to bottle it up.

Suo sees this, and his lips press together before he continues.

“You’re not alone here… you’re safe.”

He knows. 

He knows that it’s important for you to make this decision yourself.

Suo was an observer – he had waited for you to slip up, to show your true self. He couldn’t trust you, not yet. His friends were much more kind, much more optimistic than he was – but he had his doubts. 

He watched you with his full attention as you told your story. He saw the way that you caved in on yourself. He witnessed the path of destruction that you were following with a naked eye and a blind heart.

And when you had apologized on your knees for such a small misunderstanding, how could he have stopped himself from helping you up and easing your anxiety?

You had made him concerned. So concerned, in fact, that he saw right through your little trick back at Pothos, and the minute you had bolted, he was already out the door and hot on your trail.

Besides – how could you, someone from out of town, know the streets better than him?

He had chased you twice now. 

He doesn’t dwell on this realization too much.

But, if you truly decided it was best for you to leave, he wouldn’t stop you. He was a man of his word, and although deep in his heart he knows you’d be so much happier and safer if you stayed in Makochi, well, he wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if he didn’t respect your wishes.

So he stands there with his hands clasped behind his back, and he waits, and he hopes.

And although you're silent, he can tell you’re reaching some sort of an epiphany because you’re still here. You haven’t run away. You haven’t disappeared.

It isn’t until you’re looking up at him that Suo finally lets out the breath he’d unconsciously been holding in this whole time, but he needs to make sure —

He stares into your eyes for a brief second before visibly relaxing.

Ah. There it is.

Your eyes… They have color again.

It was such a small detail when he first noticed it earlier – back when he had first laid his eye on you. 

Your eyes had been blank – they were blank when you were staring at them, blank when you crushed that man’s hand, blank when he had pulled you up from the ground.

But then, when you were holding hands with that girl and reminiscing about your brother, he saw it – brief and fleeting and pretty.

Your eyes, when they’re full of life and hope, are so very pretty.

Your lips are moving, but Suo hasn’t got a clue what you’ve said, and it’s his turn to get flustered now because getting distracted like this is so very unlike him.

“Hm? Sorry bunny – I didn’t quite catch that.”

You pout, his eyes dropping to the way your bottom lip juts out – and now you’ve got his attention. He wishes he was a stronger man, truly.

“I said –,” you pause, the nickname causing your face to warm up and the tips of your ears to bloom a lovely shade of pink, “... I said I’ll stay.”

୨ৎ Chapter 4

[sugar-omi]

NVM I DID EDIT THIS AND I LITERALLY REWOTE THIS WHOLE THING THEN REWROTE THE LAST HALF SO LIKE ITS BETTER BUT ALSO KINDA SHIT BC ITS ALMOST 7 N I HAVENT SLEPT..... anyway enjoy a piece of whats going on inside emy brain <3333

tags : NSFW, step 4 cove + baxter, all readers, poly cove/reader/baxter, bottom baxter, (service) top cove, mean dom reader!!, over stimulation, they take pics/vid for you, phone sex, dirty talk

synopsis : cove and baxter have some fun while you're away.

baxter felt like his head was spinning...

just a few weeks ago he was planning a wedding, than before he knew it you and cove asked him to be your boyfriend.

and now he's over at your and cove's house, standing in your kitchen with cove draped over his back.

he can't help but squirm, the overwhelming, but welcomed, affection was new to him yet he was soaking it in like a sponge.

cove hums, nuzzling into baxter's neck and starting to press kisses down the side of his neck to his shoulder, pulling baxter's hips back into him.

baxter laughs timidly, not use or expecting this side of cove. "it's hard to make lunch with a giant on your back."

cove smiles and doesn't respond except for sucking a mark under baxter's jaw.

baxter drops the knife he was using to cut up some veg, turning around to face cove. he presses baxter up against the counter, wrapping his arms around him again.

"don't you wanna eat?" baxter pets cove's hair, cupping his cheek.

cove covers baxter's hand with his own, kissing his wrist. "mm... not hungry for food anyway."

baxter flushes, swallowing. baxter is hard to fluster, but something about this usually shy man being so forward makes baxter blush. "what're you hungry for then?"

cove grazes his teeth over baxter's wrist, teasing him. "you."

baxter hums and licks his lips, his eyes dropping to cove's lips as he weighs his options.

"kiss me then..." baxter mumbles, leaning into cove and meeting him in the middle for a deep kiss.

baxter gets lost in the feeling of cove's lips, cove's hands somehow end up under baxter's shirt.

well.. cove's shirt, since baxter lost one of his bags that had his night clothes in them.

he whines into cove's mouth, letting his hands roam over cove's toned shoulders, down his biceps and finally hooking his arms around cove's neck, just losing himself in the kiss.

cove pulls away much to baxter's displeasure, huffing through his nose.

before baxter can say anything else or pull him into another kiss, cove speaks up.

"we don't have to do anything.. i just uh..." cove laughs and smiles shyly. he's so cute. "i'm jus' happy you're here."

baxter feels his heart warm up and swell. he's never been loved like this but fuck it feels good.

baxter tangles his fingers in cove's hair, leaning towards cove. "i'm happy to be here too, so please.." baxter smirks lazily, "indulge me. i want whatever you want.."

this time baxter closes in for a kiss, much more heated than the last kiss and cove lets baxter take control, almost purring because he's so happy to have baxter in his hands.

cove's hands slip down to baxter's butt, and baxter pulls away to make a taunt but cove cuts him off, mumbling something about "jump" before lifting baxter up.

baxter jumps, mostly out of surprise, hooking his arms and legs around cove. baxter laughs, thrilled by the change of position. "oh my... well aren't you assertive." baxter purrs, basking in the flush that comes over cove's face.

cove rolls his eyes, ignoring baxter's comment and starts the trek to your bedroom.

something about cove carrying baxter is strangely arousing, and baxter takes the opportunity to latch onto cove's neck, leaving kisses and faint hickey's on his bronze skin.

cove groans, mumbling something but he seems happy so baxter keeps it up.

cove pinches his thigh, making baxter yelp. "you're gonna make us crash into the wall..."

baxter laughs. "well then pay attention, handsome."

cove doesn't respond, kicking the door open with his foot and he sits baxter on the bed like he's a piece of fine china.

baxter tugs his shirt over his head, throwing it at cove and crawling away to the middle of the bed, purposefully giving cove a view of his boxer clad butt, to make himself comfortable.

he flops onto the mountain of pillows, wiggling. "well, come get me, pretty boy."

cove is very flushed, but if the prominent bulge in his sweats are anything to go by, then this is a very good sign...

cove joins baxter in the middle of the bed, straddling him and pulling him into a kiss.

everything is a blur, and somewhere in the midst of making out, baxter started grinding into cove, moaning into his mouth.

cove falls down to baxter's neck, kissing the mole there. baxter squirms, his nails dragging down cove's back..

"do you wanna stop?" cove speaks around a mouth full of baxter's porcelain skin.

"n-no.. fuck don't stop." baxter gasps, digging his fingers into the muscles of cove's back.

baxter's world feels like it's spinning. cove is so intoxicating, and baxter needs so much more.. baxter pants, rutting up into cove. "please... fuck me.."

cove pulls away, searching baxter's gaze before he nods and reaches over to grab a condom and lube.

he abandons it nearby to tug off his sweatpants and boxers, perhaps a bit too eagerly, but baxter doesn't mind since he's equally as antsy.

baxter's eyes drop to ogle cove's length, biting his lip while he takes in the size..

cove isn't a small man, so baxter expected him to proportional downstairs as well, but thinking and seeing are two different things, and baxter has so many thoughts racing in his head.

"uh.. baxter?" cove speaks up, snapping baxter outta his daze. baxter hums, signaling cove to continue.

"we don't have to go all the way.. or you could top me? whatever you want." cove smiles, feeling sheepish but wanting to be comforting.

"maybe next time, but for now..." baxter starts tugging his boxers off, throwing them off to the side. "i need you in me."

cove swallows, nodding. "tell me if you wanna stop."

baxter should've expected it, or at least have a fleeting thought. cove is so active and so loving that it makes sense that he takes multiple rounds to shower you in pleasure.

but he didn't, and now cove is slowly pulling him apart with his mouth on baxter's cock, holding his hand and keeping his hips down by pressing on baxter's abdomen.

cove takes baxter down his throat, his tongue easily lapping at the bottom of his cock and when he pulls back, a dirty mix of spit and pre-cum fall from cove's puckered lips, pumping his fist over baxter's cock before diving back in.

baxter gasps, his stomach straining when he sucks in a sharp breath. he's gonna cum..

"cove-!" baxter cries, tugging on cove's hair and whining about how close he is. cove is persistent, keeping his lips wrapped around baxter's cock as he cums into cove's waiting mouth.

baxter pants, covering his face with his arm.

fuck he's so sensitive..

cove starts kissing his inner thighs, smiling when baxter gasps and his cock twitches, still hard and flushed.

"you're so cute.." cove purrs, a smile in his voice. baxter peaks at him, watching cove's every move.

cove kisses baxter's hand, "still want more?"

baxter nods, "please.."

cove smiles and reaches for the lube, pouring it over his fingers and settling himself between baxter's legs.

baxter sighs, letting cove work him open with his fingers. "mm-"

cove captures him in a kiss, soaking up baxter's moans, sinking his fingers into his pliable hole, scissoring and massaging his insides with his long digits..

baxter tries to speak in between kisses. "ahh- hurry.. *kiss* up!"

"i never knew you were so impatient." cove laughs, kissing baxter's cheek.

cove sits up, baxter huffs at the loss, but doesn't complain since cove rips the packet open and is rolling it over his cock before baxter can come up with something.

cove kisses baxter's thigh that's propped up on his shoulder, soothing baxter's stuttered moans with praise as he sinks into him.

"that's it... good boy." cove holds his hand, waiting for baxter to get accustomed to every ink of dick cove sinks into him.

by the time he's taken cove to the hilt he's panting and dazed. he's so full, and cove towering over him like this makes him feel small and vulnerable, and it feels amazing to be smothered like this.

cove laughs, stroking one of baxter's thighs. "you okay? still with me, darling?"

baxter exhales, melting at the pet name you two have dubbed for him. baxter grips the pillows, blinking away his haze. "mm. you.. you can move now."

cove nods, kissing baxter's thigh again and pulls his hips back slowly. baxter hums lowly, enjoying the drag of cove's cock against his gummy walls.

cove pauses, looking up at baxter. "how do you want it?"

baxter bites his lip. oh?

he grins arrogantly and purrs. "hard. don't pull any punches, i want you."

cove doesn't respond verbally, snapping his hips into baxter making him moan loudly.

oh fuck-

baxter barely has time to think, cove's hips rearing back to fuck his hard and deep, his tip bumping into baxter's prostate and making him moan loudly.

it's really good you aren't at his apartment. he'd definitely be getting a noise complaint because baxter doesn't stifle any of his noise.

not that cove would let him anyway, since when baxter turns to bury his face in the pillow, cove smacks his thigh. it doesn't hurt, but it still surprises him.

cove gazes at him lasciviously. "don't hide from me."

baxter nods, panting. "yes, sir."

cove's brow twitches, but instead of biting back at baxter's tease, he thrusts his hips up sharply, making him gasp. cove takes ahold of baxter's hips, holding him in place as he starts bullying baxter's insides.

"ohh fuck-" baxter pulls on the sheets, taking cove's assault. baxter drops his face into the pillow, his load moaning muffled.

cove leans down to bite on baxter's ear, "don't hide your face, i wanna see you fall apart."

baxter moans, turning his head so he's not half-buried in the pillow and cove rewards him with a kiss. he locks hands with baxter, another reward for taking the assault on his insides so well.

cove kisses his cheeks, muttering praise. "good boy, you're doing so well."

cove reaches between them and starts stroking baxter's cock, swiping his thumb over the leaky head. baxter's legs start to shake and he drags his nails down cove's shoulder.

"i-i'm too sensitive!" baxter pants out weakly, but cove just kisses him.

"i know you can cum again for me, you're a good boy aren't you?" cove sings, kissing baxter's cheeks again as he pants and shakes from cove working his sensitive cock.

"i- i'm gonna!" baxter clings onto cove, his toes curly as he cums weakly all over his stomach.

"that's it~ good boy..." cove praises him, working him through his orgasm.

cove goes to say something else, but his phone lighting up from half way under the pillow alerts him. he snatches it up, realizing it's you texting him that you're on the way home from work and going to pick up some take-out for dinner.

💘Y/N💘: otw home, just going to get some take-out 💘Y/N💘: y'all having fun over there?

cove reads baxter the text, and he looks like he wants to say something but doesn't.

baxter smirks lazily, knowing exactly what he's thinking. "do it."

cove blinks owlishly. "what?" "you wanna take a picture of me covered in my cum and split open on your dick right? take it." baxter squirms, purposefully pushing his hips back so cove's cock bumps against his twitchy insides.

cove pants, swallowing as he fumbles to go to the camera app.

baxter has a lust-drunk smile on his face, and even though he feels a wave of fluster wash over him he doesn't hide his face and lets cove take the picture.

cove sends it with a shaky exhale, throwing the phone to the side and he folds himself over baxter. "you're dirty." baxter smiles, glancing at his lips. "you thought about it first."

they don't say anything else, falling into another hot kiss and cove tries to speak without breaking apart.

"flip- mmm, over. *kiss* i haven't came yet.."

baxter obeys, panting shakily when cove slips out of him so baxter can get comfortable on his stomach, slipping a pillow under his hips.

suddenly his phone starts ringing again and baxter picks it up just as cove slips into him. cove sees the caller id, "answer it."

baxter can hear the coyness in his voice but he answers it anyway, excited to see where this is going.

"h- oh!" baxter shouts, cove suddenly snapping his hips into baxter and filling him up.

you forgo any greetings, and after the picture you received you didn't really need one. "you guys are naughty. i'm trying to get us food and you're at home being a couple sluts."

they both moan at your degrading words, and it just makes you laugh. "look at you, can't even answer the phone without moaning like you're in heat."

baxter pants, fisting the sheets. "i-it's... cove just filled me up so suddenly..."

he tries to refute but its useless.

"i know baby, cove is using you like a cock sleeve?" you sympathize, and baxter tries to appreciate it but now cove is holding his hips up and fucking into him wildly and all he can do is moan loudly into the phone.

"oh but you like it don't you, darling?" you purr.

fuck. baxter didn't know you had a side like this to you. a side so dirty yet so fucking attractive.

"just let cove take care of you until i'm back, but for now i want you to stay on the phone and tell me how cove's fucking you."

baxter moans loudly at that, embarrassed but way too aroused by your wish. "h-he's.. *pant* his cock is, hitting my prostate," baxter's words drag and slur.

you hum, "it feels good, doesn't it, darling? it's been awhile since you've been fucked like that, huh?"

your voice is taunting, but it's full of allure and baxter is swimming in it. god he doesn't know what he's going to do when you're here and he's sandwiched between you two.

"hand the phone to cove baby, i wanna see you get fucked."

baxter shakily hands the phone back to cove, and cove lets go of one of his hips to fumble for the camera app. "hi covey." you purr. "y-y/n.." cove pants, picking up the pace suddenly. something about you on the phone while he's fucking your boyfriend is so... hot.

"take a video for me baby, doesn't have to be long, jus' wanna see you."

cove mumbles a string of yes' and he flips the phone so he can get a better angle of his cock pounding baxter's sweet, poor insides.

baxter loses himself in cove's assault, reaching between him and the pillow to tug on his cock. he whines loudly, cove shifting so he's practically mounting baxter so he can abuse his prostate.

"t-that it.." cove swallows, caressing baxter's hip lovingly. "good boy..."

baxter exhales, soaking up the praise. "cove! please.. cum, want you to cum..."

cove leans over him, positioning the camera blindly as he tries to steal a kiss from baxter.

after getting the phone in a decent spot off to the side, giving you a crooked side view. cove takes baxter's hips between his hands again, urging him to relax by smoothing a hand down his back.

"cove!" baxter shouts, the bed bumping against the wall as cove continues his onslaught.

"just a little more, darling..." cove pants, focusing on the way he pistons in and out of baxter.

collapsing on top of baxter, his forehead against baxter's sweaty back, cove ruts into him with a low groan, filling the condom as baxter cums weakly all over the pillow underneath him.

while they're basking in the aftermath, panting and trying to come back to earth, you laugh, making them startle.

"that's gonna be a video for the year." there's rustling and the sound of a engine starting. "i'm coming home now, so no more fun until i get back."

baxter pants, conjuring up a taunt. "and what if we don't wanna wait?"

"even pretty boys get punished, so wait."

the phone clicks as it hangs up.

baxter inhales sharply when cove slowly pulls out of him, and he looks over his shoulder to watch cove languidly tie off the condom and push his hair away from his face, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

oh yeah, he's not waiting.

[onskepa]

No problem at all sweetie<3

Btw, can I get a part 2 (since you said I can) for neteyam x short human fem reader? The little human who is no taller than 5 feet and has Neteyam as her mate. Could they have a playful fight?? Pretty please

Yes! Absolutly! I did my best in describing the actions but I hope it is to everyones satisfaction! Enjoy!

Hi'i

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Hi'i: A little tug here, a little pull there

[idk but it felt right]

In Pandora, many dangers lie in the lands, skies and the sea. Predators on the lookout for their next hunt. Their next target. 

For some prey, being small has many advantages. Better to hide, better to blend in with the environment, better to survive. Can easily navigate through tight areas and avoid bigger threats all together. 

Being small definitely has its perks. And more when fighting back against their enemy. Be fighting in groups or fighting solo, being small is mighty. So when a predator is out looking to strike, the prey will always launch in the most unexpected ways. 

“I got you!” 

“Dang it hi’i!” 

What do couples do for fun? Well many go out explore things outside, create fun activities, spend some quality time. Or maybe just enjoy each other's presence. 

But for neteyam and hi’i?

Fighting. 

Playful fighting to be exact. 

And it is always so much fun. Of course neteyam has to be mindful of how small hi’i is. He doesn't even have to use his full strength to easily push her down. But he is always gentle and careful, even when play fighting with her. Would even purposely let her win and take him down as she cheers. 

Her happiness is his greatest victory. 

So when hi’i jumps on him, climbs or tug his tail, neteyam will admit his defeat. 

“You know nete, I am starting to think you are letting me win” Hi’i accused him one day as they lay in the soft grass on a bright afternoon. Her head lay on his chest. Playing with his necklace. 

“What makes you think that?” Neteyam asks. 

“Well, everytime we ‘fight’ I come out as the winner. And you always lose” Hi’i answers as she boops his nose. Neteyam twitched his nose a bit but smiled nonetheless. 

“Well if I win, it wouldn't be a fair fight would it? I can easily take you down and it won't take that much energy to do so” he replies. Huffing a bit, narrowing her eyes in a playful manner, “oh yeah? Just because you are big?”. 

Neteyam flashed her a handsome smirk showing his fangs, hi’i blushed like crazy and covered her face while making incoherent sounds. This little action made neteyam laughing, really, anything hi’i does is just too cute for him. “See? I didn't even have to move. And look at you, all blushing for me~” he says while tugging a stand of her hair. 

Removing her hands from her face, hi’i stares at him straight in the eyes. Neteyam knows that look. Determination and a new goal all is she has in her mind now. “Alright, let's go at it again. And this time, don't hold back, oh wait never mind you are big. Okay, just use a bit more force than usual. I am still tiny” Hi’i bets. 

Already getting pumped up, hi’i gets off of his chest and starts to pull his arm to get up too. “Are you sure? I dont want to hurt you” Neteyam hesitates. Hi’i scoffs confidently, “positive! Now, come on you big bone! Ready, set, go!”. 

With a quick tap at his arm, hi’i makes a run for it. Neteyam chuckles at her actions. Shaking his head as he gets up, he stretches, getting ready. 

Seems he has a little prey to catch.

Soft giggles were heard, and rustles of the leaves shifted. Seems like hi’i does want to be found. “Ma’yawntutsyip, is this how you plan to hide? I can hear you loud and clear” Neteyam calmly says. His ears twitching to the source of the sounds. Hi’i is good at hiding, but to make herself known is unlike her. 

“I really don't see the point of-” 

Next thing neteyam knew, he was on his knees, hitting the ground floor. Grunting in the few seconds of pain, he controls his balance. 

“YES!” a cheer was heard from hi’i as she jumps from a high root. Smiling triumphantly, she walks to neteyam. “How was that? Bet you were surprised” she asks neteyam in a playful smug way. 

“Indeed, it was surprising, but you missed something,” Neteyam says, silently getting ready. 

Hi’i raised a brow, “Missed what?” 

“This” 

Putting some weight on his knees, he lunged forward and lifted hi’i up from the ground, spinning her a bit making her squeal in glee. Carefully holding her by the hips, he swings her around and lifts her up in his arms as he fully stands. 

“I see how it is! Take this!” Hi’i challenges. 

Crawling around all over his body, hi’i playful tugs on his braids and tail. Would tease him by whispering in his ear. For neteyam, it was a bit ticklish. Hi’i can easily maneuver around his body like a little gremlin. To which some degree, she can be when she feels like it. 

“Hey, come on!” 

Easily grabbing hi’i by her ankle, he lifts her up in the air. Pulling her away from his body. “Hey! I was just getting started!” hi’i groans as she weakly grabs for his shoulders. Chuckling, he sways her a bit, “you wanted a challenge no? So, now you got it. Don't complain”. 

Letting out a war cry, hi’i swings her free leg to wrap around neteyam’s wrist and climb on his arm. Being careful, she goes to his back and makes sure his kuru isn't being harmed. 

“Who says I'm complaining~?” She whispers to him in his ear. Neteyam knows that hi’i knows whispering his ears is too much. A little weakness he hates to admit. 

“Fine then” 

He rolls down on the floor, making hi’i yelp. She let go for a moment, but it was enough for neteyam to grab her wrist. Pinning her to the ground, facing each other as they huff, catching their breaths. 

He takes a moment to admire hi’i cute face. Her sparkling eyes, cute nose and those beautiful lips. Honestly, it would be a bit cruel if he won their fight. 

“Nete, now isn't the time to stare at me. I know I look good but c’mon!” Hi’i says, breaking him out of his trance. Using her legs, she pushed him off. Turning him on to his stomach, she climbed on top. 

“And stop making it easy!” 

Alright, be careful what you wish for. 

Quickly getting up, he makes hi’i fall on her bum and turns to throw some light punches at her. This is what hi’i wanted, something to challenge her strength! 

“That is what I'm talking about!” She says gleefully. 

Keeping her composure, hi’i goes under him and pulls on his tail making him hiss, but not in pain. She makes a run for it, making neteyam go around in circles. “Hold still!” he hisses. This makes her laugh loudly, “never! I will keep moving!”. 

It was like that for a few hours. A little tug here, a little pull there, getting some laughs from each other. But did hi’i win? Well she isn't sure of standing on neteyam’s chest shouting her victory counts since neteyam went easy on her. Again. 

Aaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Describing actions isnt my toughest style of writing but I hope everyone likes it! until next time! see ya!

[thedisc0spider]

I came across a post you made about who you write about/for, if you’re feeling motivated PLEASE write a dylan is in trouble fic. smut or fluff idkk but im beggingg

Just Friends.

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Summary: you decide to confess your feelings to dylan.

Warnings: implied smut at the end. love confession. Cursing. Fem!reader.

Fluff

2nd person!

A/n: I’m so excited to have a request!!! I wasn’t quite sure what to do, I hope this is okay! :) writing for dylan was so fun tbh.

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————————————————————————————————————You had always found Dylan attractive, I mean how couldn’t you? He’s tall, handsome, funny, and only the right amount of self-absorbed that its still cute.

But recently, it’s gotten worse. It’s not just friendship with a side of ‘yeah, you’re cute!’ It’s full on ‘I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know how to be normal around you anymore.’

Every time you hang out there’s tension in the air between the two of you that you could cut with a knife. It’s starting to make it difficult for you to be his friend. The only way for it to end is to do the hard thing, so you have to tell him how you feel.

It took a lot of mulling over, but you think you’ve got it down to what you should say. You’re currently standing outside his house and you can feel the panic settling in as you wait for him to open the door.

‘Shit. Shit, what am I doing? This is so-‘ your thoughts interrupted by a sudden creak. There he is, in all his glory.

“‘Sup, (y/n)!” He greets. He’s wearing his stupid fake nose ring along with a smirk.

You roll your eyes, laughing. “God, take that stupid thing off.”

He acts offended, placing a hand on his chest. “Wait, it doesn’t make me look younger?” He furrows his brows.

“You never looked old to begin with, idiot.” You walk past him, entering his apartment. It’s the same one you’ve been to a thousand times, but it feels different right now.

“So, what brings you by? Missed me?” He says as he sits on his couch.

You let out a sigh, sitting next to him. “No, actually…” you furrow your brows, looking at the ground as you bite your lip, thinking of a way to say what you’re about to say.

“You okay, (y/n/n)?” He gently pats your shoulder, comfortingly.

You look up at him. This is it. “No, I’m not. I feel like I can’t be myself with you anymore, like I’m holding something back. Honestly, it’s making it hard to be your friend.” You shrug, shaking your head.

He raises his eyebrows. “Why, did I do something? You know you can talk to-“

“No, no. You didn’t do anything, it’s just…” you close your eyes for a moment, bracing yourself. “I know we’ve been friends for, like, ever… and this will potentially ruin our entire foundation, but…” you sigh, “I think… I’m in love with you.“ you look at him, desperately trying to read his expression.

Dylan looks straight ahead, eyes wide as he leans back against the couch.

You turn your body to face him, your arm draped on the back of the couch. “I completely understand if you don’t feel the same, we can act like this never happened and I can move on. I wont be mad at you.” You swallow, looking at him as he turns his head to meet your gaze. “Dylan? Can you say something?”

He rubs his face, moving to rest his elbows on his knees. “Yeah, no, Yeah, I’m just… I don’t know, processing, I guess?”

You nod. ‘Fuck. He doesn’t feel the same, obviously. I just ruined everything, how could I be so stupid?’ You sigh, looking up at the ceiling.

He chuckles lightly before sitting up and turning to face you. “(Y/n), I feel the same way…” he shakes his head.

“You do? Why the hell didn’t you say anything, then? You scared the shit out of me.” You quickly look back up at him, hitting his arm.

“Sorry, sorry.” He laughs “Yes. I have since… basically the moment we met. I just… I don’t know, I guess I never expected you to feel the same.” He flattens his lips as he shrugs.

You two look at each other for what feels like an eternity before you speak, “okay, well… I do, so…” you shrug, “now what?”

He leans a bit closer. “I mean, we could kiss…”

You both laugh and you place your hand gently on his face. “Yeah, we could.”

He slowly but surely leans in fully, kissing you softly. He takes his time before slipping his tongue into your mouth, still keeping it gentle. You move your hand from his face to his hair, running your hand through it. You can feel him hum into the kiss when you do this, driving you crazier.

You crave more. Feeling bold, you straddle his waist. He pulls away from the kiss, looking into your eyes. His hand finds its way to your cheek while the other rests on your hip.

“Do you want this, (y/n)?” He asks, wanting to make sure you’re comfortable with going further.

You nod.

“Okay, so do I.” He adds.

By the time the night was over you were definitely more than just friends.

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A/n: hey! If you want a part two with the smutty stuff I’d be happy to do so but I decided to not include it in this part!

[captainmalewriter]

And now, please enjoy the third installment of me recounting about the men I've possessed:

Adam (aka Moltres)

Whew! It's been a long while since I last made one of these hasn't it. Maybe like 7 months or more by now? I don't know, I can't remember anymore. But anyways...

I had spent a few months being a homebody with my last body Shawn. I had a blast lazing around while being the beefy, hairy, and handsome Shawn, but my next body prospect was calling. No seriously, I had downloaded a dating app just for the fuck of it when this hottie Adam hit my line. He thought I was pretty cute with my then current body and wanted to meet up. I would have to be a fool to turn down a twunk nerd like him!

I invited him over to my place and let me tell you, the pictures of this guy's hairy pits don't do them justice! We were supposed to hook up but instead we ended up with me worshipping him musky pits while he rubbed one out. I still remember how it felt to have his manly aroma fill up my nose as I nuzzled my face into his pits.

It was during the worship session that I transferred my soul into his body. I took full control of him as he shot his load and urgh it was wonderful! What I didn't account for was that my soul had taken on Shawn's bulky size and when I possessed Adam, all that body mass had to go somewhere. I accidentally turned a lean twunk into a husky pup but hey, as long these hairy pits are all mine, I'm not complaining!!

Edwin (aka Namor)

Similar to one of my previous bodies, my next body was a gift. You can read the full tale here but I'll give a little summary of how I got my next body here.

It all started when I decided to revisit one of my old bodies for a little leisure time. But despite the change in vessel, I was still bored! That was when a strange client asking to takeover Shawn's body offered an all expense paid vacation as an exchange. How could I say no to an offer like that!?

Long story short- that client turned out to be a bit of a dangerous character. He had managed to figure out how to wield magical powers and he tried to brainwash me to unlock his full potential! Thankfully, his enchanted book summoned a pair of magic green shorts to save the day. Those green shorts forced themselves onto me while I slept, simultaneously transforming and pleasuring my body during the process! While I was busy moaning and writhing in orgasmic ecstasy, I was being transformed into a cosplayer's recreation of Namor!

Sure, Edwin might not be the iteration of Namor everyone knows, but I don't care. I was a buff, hairy in all the right places, magical being endowed with the same level of power (and I was hung like a seahorse). Becoming an avatar of the king and god of the Talokan people without any of the responsibility meant I was free to just float around the world's oceans at my leisure. I was living the life underwater, so peaceful and serene...

Jesús

In all honesty, as much as I loved being Namor, I might've overstayed my welcome living as the king of the sea. It was once again time to look for a new body.

I swam along the sea currents to visit several beaches throughout the world. I had searched high and low for a new body when finally, in some random beach in California, I had stumbled upon the perfect body. He was with a bunch of other guys, probably on a beach trip with his bros.

I waited until he got in the water to strike like a sea snake. As he swam around, I pulled out my dick and started jerking. After a minute or two of stroking, I shot my load out while still fully underwater. Then, using my magic, I transformed my cum to take on the form of white fish. I then endowed the white fish with my soul, and commanded them to swim to my target. I took off the green shorts as the fish did their work, undoing my Namor transformation. I lost consciousness momentarily, but thankfully it didn't take long for my soul to find its next vessel.

The white fish swam around my next body in circles. He was so amused to see the fish swim around, completely oblivious to what was about to happen next. A fish slammed into his naval, causing him to open up his mouth from the impact. With an entrance available, my cum fish started swimming straight into his mouth. His cheeks and chest puffed out as my soul fish entered his mouth one after another; the taste of cum flowing down his throat and the stimulation from full body takeover making him hard. Once he slurped up the last fish, my soul had filled his body, and I was now in full control. Another possession success!

Originally, I had intended to just laze around with my new body too. You can probably imagine my surprise when I found out that Jesús here was a pro soccer player AND he was currently competing in the Copa de Oro! I was annoyed, but whatever, I could probably benefit from the exercise anyway. Don't want to lose my magical capacity after all! So just know, the next time you watch a soccer game, you might see your favorite Captain possessing a certain Columbian American soccer player out on the field. Now then, if you'll excuse me, besides writing stories and playing soccer, I've got some "bro time" in the locker room with my DL teammates to look forward to... ;)

And that's the story of how I came to possess my latest three bodies! I'll update this running series of who the current Captain is once I go through another three bodies, whenever that happens. Until then, coming up next will be the toy capsule short stories! Stay tuned, and stay sexy. -Captain M.W.

[eddswrold-fandicc]

MattEdd Smut

“You look so good like this, baby boy.” Matt cupped Edd’s face, gently pecking his nose. 

Edd couldn’t handle it. Matt was giving him too much. He buried his face into Matt’s bare shoulder, moaning his name as Matt’s pale hand worked at his cock. 

He heard Matt chuckle, “You’re so adorable! I love it when we get to do these things!”

Matt had Edd sitting on his lap, slowly stroking his thick cock. He was using his other hand to touch Edd wherever he needed it, sending him words of praise. He loved it when Edd got flustered. 

“Matt...” Edd wrapped his arms around Matt, holding him closer as pleasure filled his body. 

“You’re doing so good. So so good, my sweet boy.” Matt squeezed the head of the cock in his hands, listening to Edd’s shaking breaths. 

“You deserved this. You’ve been such a good boy lately.” Matt whispered against Edd’s ear, kissing his head after. He felt Edd shiver, so he continued. 

“I love the way you get all flustered. It’s so cute. Look at me.” He cupped Edd’s face, gently forcing him to make eye contact. He smiled at Edd’s face. 

“Your brown eyes are so handsome. Ah-ah. Don't look away from me, dear.” 

Edd whined, “Matt, please...” 

“Please what?” Matt continued to slowly stroke Edd’s cock. 

All Edd could do was whine again. 

“Look how needy you are, Edd. I love it. I love you.” 

Edd trembled under his soft touching, moaning and whimpering, wanting to desperately cum for Matt. 

“Your cock feels so good in my hands, baby boy. Are you going to cum for me?” Matt let his partner sink back into his shoulder, listening to his moaning whines. He felt Edd’s entire body shaking and twitching, already past its peak. Matt was in complete control. 

“M-Matt~! Please!” Edd cried out, tears filling his eyes from the pleasure overriding him. He couldn’t handle it, he was never able to. 

Matt comforted his little as he helped him cum, “Shhh, it’s okay, my love. You’re doing great. So good.” 

He rubbed circles in Edd’s back, occasionally switching back and forth to stroke his hair. The same slow and pleasurably agonizing pace never left Edd’s cock. He would sometimes stop to give it a good squeeze on the tip. 

“My sweet needy boy. I’m so proud of you for holding out this long,” Matt placed kisses all over Edd’s head and shoulders, “You’re such a good boy, Edd.” 

Edd’s body shook as he moaned and cried, past ready to cum. 

“Cum for me, baby boy.” Those words took over Edd’s mind and body. 

Tears fell down his face as his cum squirted all over his abdomen. All he could say was Matt’s name, breathing heavily. 

“You did so good, my love. I’m so proud of you. Such a good little boy, Edd.” Matt planted one last kiss on Edd’s temple before taking his hand off of the over stimulated cock. 

Edd unburied himself from Matt’s bare shoulder, looking like an absolute mess. Matt smiled, tucking a few long strands of hair behind Edd’s ears and cupping his face, “Do you want to take a shower and cuddle?” 

Edd shook his head, wiping a stranded tear off of his cheek, “Yeah... Can we watch a movie?” 

“Of course, my love.” Matt kissed Edd’s forehead. 

[borathae]

Chapter 25

fuck i dont have time for 10k but lets get this bread lol OH SHIT ITS EXTRA SAD FUCK HOW DO I SQUEEZE SADNESS INTO 20 MINUTES

so he is born between 1210-ish? damn that was one hell of a night ok 1310-ish he left korea for europe (age 100) fuck he was really a gifted healer, trying his best and then all this happens

1500 age 300 he was um not ok fuck thats so sad not remembering anything and just seeing yourself like that WILLIAM?? DAMN

1700 - 500 came back to korea oh he met jimin in this era in russia Taehyung had almost forgotten the language of his home but Jimin refreshed his memories again fuck thats so cute

Taehyung liked that Jimin also drank blood, he had never seen someone else like him before and it made him happy SHIT HE DIDNT KNOW ANOTHER VAMPIRE FOR 500 YEARS OF HIS LIFE??

what he liked most about Jimin was that he helped him not feel anymore. Taehyung still felt joy, annoyance, anger, rage, pleasure. He still felt those things, but he knew they couldn’t hurt him anymore. oh thats nice, to not be hurt by very fucking emotion u get and feel. but idk this feels slightly concerning like did he lose emotions all together or what WAIT IS THAT THE SWITCH IN ONE OF DATES???

he really loved 20th century huh, the art, changes, inventions. thats cute. he is really going to die in this chapter? huh? pls im about to cry

oh 300 years later he is bored. im scared 💀👀😃so tae changed but jimin stayed the same and thats why it looks like vmin is going separate ways hmm but they still care for each other

so tae wanted us as another feed/hunt and joon interrupted that night hmm damn YES ALL THE FAKE PRAISE HE WAS MAKING HER TELL

wow yall call ur man handsome with pure intent so that u can stay safe cuz tae wanted to kill us but then he changed all from a praise

ok im going for a while and imma come back

damn he really was honest in that chapter i didnt expect that lol

*detective aha, YES I KNEW IT WAS THE EMOTION SWITCH now we knoe the histroy, jimin turned it off, it turned on with oc YES BABY U MADE A MAN LIVE AGAIN

ah thats how he was cold again after the chat and thats what jimin meant when he said u turned it on again

damn even he was lying/pretending, he wasnt fuck THATS WHY HE WAS LIKE THAT DAY AND THE BATH

and this is why jimin is asking her to save him, cuz she is turning it on when jimin turns it off. BUT WHY WOULD JAMAL CARE he did all that for centuries and he suddenly cares now?? fuck off aint believing that shit. i aint born yesterday, neither are you

or was jimin under joon's control ever since he introduced him? nah actually, a little before jimin turned off tae's emotion?

anyways im happy i guessed most of tae's lies or at least half yipee

AHA JIMIN IS JOON'S EXPERIMENT AND TAE OF JIMINS

ok so jimin does care hm ok sorry jamal (no trust is better than stolen trust)

JAMAL DONT DIE ON ME WTF MAN I LOVE YOU DONT FUCK NOO BITCH ASS NAMJOON UR GETTING UR ASS WHOPPED BY MY DAD GRANDPA AND MOM

TAEHYUNG AAH I GET YOU JIN AND KOOK BUT PLEASE MY BABIES GOD MY STOMACH HURTS, MY NOSE IS RUNNY, I CAN REALLY PHYSICALLY FEEL MY HEART

sibi i hate you why just why

1500 age 300 he was um not ok fuck thats so sad not remembering anything and just seeing yourself like that WILLIAM?? DAMN

explains why he knows that william shakespear indeed had a male lover 🤪🤪

1700 - 500 came back to korea oh he met jimin in this era in russia Taehyung had almost forgotten the language of his home but Jimin refreshed his memories again fuck thats so cute

no but they were actually so perfect for each other back then 😭

Taehyung liked that Jimin also drank blood, he had never seen someone else like him before and it made him happy SHIT HE DIDNT KNOW ANOTHER VAMPIRE FOR 500 YEARS OF HIS LIFE??

BIG SAD HE IS SO :(

but idk this feels slightly concerning like did he lose emotions all together or what WAIT IS THAT THE SWITCH IN ONE OF DATES???

BINGO 😌😌😌😌

he really loved 20th century huh, the art, changes, inventions. thats cute. he is really going to die in this chapter? huh? pls im about to cry

hahhaha the fear is so valid :--------)

oh 300 years later he is bored. im scared 💀👀😃so tae changed but jimin stayed the same and thats why it looks like vmin is going separate ways hmm but they still care for each other

yes 100% definitely

wow yall call ur man handsome with pure intent so that u can stay safe cuz tae wanted to kill us but then he changed all from a praise

lmaoao he is such a slut for praise fasjdf

damn he really was honest in that chapter i didnt expect that lol

i love just knowing he was actually genuine 😩

*detective aha, YES I KNEW IT WAS THE EMOTION SWITCH now we knoe the histroy, jimin turned it off, it turned on with oc YES BABY U MADE A MAN LIVE AGAIN

YES EXACTLY 👀👀👀👀

ah thats how he was cold again after the chat and thats what jimin meant when he said u turned it on again

yesss exactlyyyy

damn even he was lying/pretending, he wasnt fuck THATS WHY HE WAS LIKE THAT DAY AND THE BATH

YES THISSS

and this is why jimin is asking her to save him, cuz she is turning it on when jimin turns it off. BUT WHY WOULD JAMAL CARE he did all that for centuries and he suddenly cares now?? fuck off aint believing that shit. i aint born yesterday, neither are you

okay but you really have to remember the magic ring fighting off mind control 👀

or was jimin under joon's control ever since he introduced him? nah actually, a little before jimin turned off tae's emotion?

ooooooooooooooh 👀

AHA JIMIN IS JOON'S EXPERIMENT AND TAE OF JIMINS

OOOOOHHHHHHH 👀👀

JAMAL DONT DIE ON ME WTF MAN I LOVE YOU DONT FUCK NOO BITCH ASS NAMJOON UR GETTING UR ASS WHOPPED BY MY DAD GRANDPA AND MOM

:-)

TAEHYUNG AAH I GET YOU JIN AND KOOK BUT PLEASE MY BABIES GOD MY STOMACH HURTS, MY NOSE IS RUNNY, I CAN REALLY PHYSICALLY FEEL MY HEART

:-)

sibi i hate you why just why

:-)

[huntersbaby]

the talk

golden guard/hunter x gn!reader

warnings: kissing, fluffy, the word "fuck" a few times, mentions of sex (not a smut), mention of blood (nothing too much, it's only mentioned once!), hunter is physically hurt, healing coven!reader, reader lives in the owl house!

— after a little misunderstanding, eda decides to traumatize give hunter and (y/n) the talk.

You were lazily doing your homework and playing with your palisman while Eda, Luz and King were downstairs discussing about the Bad Girl Coven. You would even join them but unfortunately you were too busy learning new healing spells.

It was all quiet until your heard something tapping the window. With furrowed brows, you got up to see who the fuck was disturbing you at 9pm. You softned when you realized who it was: it was Hunter, his golden mask shining light on the dark night sky. You quietly opened the window for the boy to sneak in and he thanked you, letting a small grunt leave his mouth when you grabbed his hand to pull him.

"What happened?" you asked when he took off his golden mask, reveling his bruised face.

"Just a mission that got a little out of control, nothing to worry about"

"A little?! Hunter you're hurt!" he just shrugged as if the blood running from his nose was nothing. That little bastard. "Let me help you"

"I'm fine, baby! It's just some- OUCH!" he exclaimed in pain and shock when you softly touched his stomach and raised your brows at him "Alright, alright"

"Quiet, they're downstair" you warned and he shut up, watching curiously as you gathered the stuff you needed to clean his wounds as if he hadn't already seen you do it thousands of times before.

You started with the ones on his face, cleaning it with a soft cloth and making bandages cover the little wounds on his cheeks with your magic. Dating Hunter and being part of the Healing Coven really had its perks.

"Alright, almost done! Now could you please take off your shirt so I can clean the others?"

His ears and cheeks became a deep shade of red and he mumbled something you couldn't hear, but the blush quickly fade away and a cocky expression appeared on his face instead. "Eager, are we?"

"Oh, you little shit!" you slapped his shoulder and he started laughing at you. After calming down, he took of his shirt with a teasing smirk, which only made you roll your eyes playfully.

He then laid down on your bed and patiently waited for you to do the same you did on his face.

His skin was illuminated by your room's light and you couldn't help but admire his features with a soft smile. His magenta bright eyes were closed as he hummed to a song you didn't recognize, his cute nose scrunched a little as you carefully cleaned his wounds. His chest and arms were full of scars from previous missions and his skin was soft just like a bread, and it made you want to pepper kisses all over it. He was so handsome.

"There you go, love" he thanked you as you finished everything, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose "You gotta be more careful, dumbass, it's hard to see you hurt"

"I know, I'm sorry for that" he apologized and you smiled softly. "I love you, (Y/n)"

"Since when you're so soft, Goldie?" you joked and he crossed his arms as his face got beet red. Now it was your turn to laugh at him as he scoffed. "'m only joking, I love you too, pretty boy."

With that he gave you a big smile, cheeks red and eyes shining, his tooth gape making it all even more adorable. He looked so cute you couldn't stop yourself from attacking him with kisses.

Kisses on both his cheeks, his nose, his eyes and brows, his forehead, his scar, his chin and finally on his pouty lips. He smiled against your lips and his hand caressed your cheek so tenderly, as if he was afraid you'd break at any moment.

"EDA!" you broke the kiss as fast as you could when you heard Luz's chocked voice, almost falling from your bed. "THEY'RE DOING IT!"

"NO, LUZ! SHUT UP, WE'RE NOT DOING ANYTHING!" you exclaimed back as Hunter got up to get his shirt so he could put it back. Fuck. You knew Eda was okay with your relationship with Hunter and you really weren't doing anything wrong, but this whole situation was just so embarrassing.

"YOU BOTH. DOWNSTAIRS. NOW." Eda's voice reached your ears and you silently cursed Luz, who was trying her best not to just burst into laughter at your faces.

You helped your boyfriend get up and he thanked you as the two of you excited the room and went to the living room where Eda and King were whispering something.

"So, you couldn't keep it in your pants, uh?"

"EDA!"

"Just kidding, calm down, kiddo" she answered, still teasing you guys "Look, I know you're not kids anymore and everything, but that doesn't mean you can do that. That's why me, as a responsible adult, should give you the talk."

"No, no, no, no! C'mon, we're not kids anymore! We know what sex is and we definitely were not doing that, please don't-"

"SO... when two people really love each other..."

And then she spent the next 15 minutes talking about sex and by the time she finished, you both were just as red as her dress. Hunter's hand was holding yours as if in an attempt to make her voice go away and you did the same.

"...And that's why you should always wrap it before you tap it!" she finally said, laughing at your disgusted faces "Joking apart, if you guys ever wanna do something like that, please do remember to be safe"

You quickly nodded so she would stop talking about it and got up with Hunter when she dismissed you two. He gathered his stuff and his staff and gave you a forehead kiss before going home. Thank god the night's over, or else you wouldn't be able to go back downstairs and face Eda's and Luz's teasing smirks.

[hugheshugs]

going grape | t. bordeleau

au masterlist

<- prev part, this is part two.

summary: you and thomas get close after you meet some of your dad's friends for the first time and he has to reintroduce himself to hide suspicion.

contains/tw: its not nsfw or 18+ but it is a little suggestive. mostly cuteness, and its kinda funny.

pairing: dbf!thomas x brisson!reader

word count: 2.4k

note: i hope you guys like this one !! im also thinking that the next part might be a continuation of this one? theres a lot to expand on :) remember to comment or send me an ask if you wanna be tagged in anything dbf!thom xx

"oh my god," you groaned, fanning your face as you trudged down the stairs. "it's so hot!"

the tiny white sundress you wore did nothing to cool the raging heat in your body. for some reason, the further you walked into the living space, the hotter you got.

"hello? is anyone even home?" you asked loudly, hoping to catch someone's ear. when you found yourself in the living room you noticed the sliding door to the backyard completely open, meaning the AC was off—the reason for the outrageous warmth in the house.

the closer you got to the backyard, the more sounds you heard. laughing, music, bottles clanking against one another. your soft, bare feet quietly pattered into the back where you were met with a bunch of unfamiliar faces.

they all looked so.. old.

well, not old old, you could just tell that they weren't young. but they were all handsome, you didn't know where all these attractive middle aged men came from and you were confused.

as soon as you caught sight of a familiar face, you heard your dad's loud voice from somewhere nearby. you found him in a split second and walked over to him with your head down, not wanting anyone to notice you.

"dad," you tugged on the bottom of his shirt as he stood behind the grill.

he turned to you with a spatula in his hand. "oh hey, honey. you finally woke up."

you furrowed your eyebrows. "i've been awake since twelve. who are these people?"

setting the spatula down, he turned to you and blinked, almost as if there were no thoughts in his head. the corners of your eyes crinkled as he remained silent before he put his hands on your shoulders and bent down to your level.

"you've never met any of these people?" he whispered so quietly you barely heard him.

you shuffled a little closer before shaking your head. "who are they?"

one of his hands came up to rub his face in hopes of soothing the shock raging through him. "these guys are my best friends. from college, they're my best friends since college and you haven't met any of them?"

"you're kind of making it sound like its my fault.." you told him, playing with your fingers.

"no, no, it's not. it's mine. here, c'mon let's introduce you to them—"

"do we have to?"

"what?" he asked before standing straight and grabbing your hand. "yes, you have to meet them. you're going to be seeing 'em a lot more now that bordy's back."

bordy? you thought to yourself. what an odd name.

you took small steps behind him, not noticing the eyes on you as he practically had to yank you with each movement of your feet.

"boo, party pooper's here! who invited her?" hunter shouted before lowering the music.

"hunter, be nice," brendan glared at his eldest.

it felt like there were a dozen pairs of eyes on you. you'd never been surrounded by this much testosterone before and it hit you right in the pit of your stomach as you stared back, feeling exposed in your short attire.

"y/n, these are my buddies. boys, this is my daughter, y/n."

"why haven't we met her before?" a man with a handsome nose asked, squinting before flicking his sunglasses down to his eyes.

brendan paused for a moment. "that's a good question i wish i had the answer to. boys, name and number now, please."

"number?" you looked up at him. why would you need their phone numbers?

"hockey numbers," he explained. "they played hockey."

"why is that important?"

he rolled his eyes. "fine. boys, name and fun fact now, please."

no one said anything, collectively staring at the boy sitting on the purple lounge chair. he sighed before sitting up.

"you guys still need to me lead you, huh? i'm nick, or blanks, whatever you wanna call me. i was their captain back in college," he gave you a smile.

they began to go by seating order and you were introduced to six other guys, all of whose names you'd already forgotten. not because you weren't paying attention but because you were distracted by the man sitting at the end of the line.

"and i'm thomas," the last one said. he was the one you met that day, which led you to appreciate that he pretended your first encounter never happened. "or bords, bordy, i don't really care. fun fact—i'm your dad's best friend."

oh. he's the bord.

if he's dad's best friend, why is he so hot?

when you saw him last, he was wearing a long sleeved shirt. today, as seven of your dad's friends sat outside, shirtless in your backyard, you crossed your legs at the way your body reacted to his.

he was fit, muscular, built like a god, even. and the tattoo on his right hand along with the sleeve on his other arm made you sweat even more than you thought would be possible. his cool demeanour did nothing to put you at ease.

and his voice, where could you start? you hadn't noticed it last time, for you were completely blinded by fear, but his voice was so skily and smooth. it was violently calm and low, and you liked it so much that you wished to have a conversation with him just to hear him speak again. it was laced with dominance, and your mind felt hazy as his words continued to run through your mind.

"your turn," one of the boys.. jack, you thought, said to you.

"what happened to your face?" the tall one asked immediately after.

you were completely flustered by thomas that you didn't trust yourself to speak. all you wanted was to run up to your room and hide. you squeezed your dad's hand and looked up at him for help but he simply gave you a shrug.

"um, w-well," you inhaled sharply as you felt an incoming burn on the pads of your feet. "you already know my name and— fun fact, my face, i uh.. i ran into a pole."

kent, who you remembered, spoke up after pursing his lips and furrowing his eyebrows. "i feel like that's not really a fun fact. are you okay? how did that happen?"

"oh, you know," you chuckled lightly, catching thomas' gaze.

he stared at you with a teasing gleam in his eyes, almost as if to say 'really, that's what you came up with?' and you looked away immediately.

"it just kinda happened," you shrugged. "okay i'm gonna go back up to my room b-but it was nice meeting you guys. bye!"

you held the bottom of your dress before practically sprinting up to your room. you opened your window before falling face first onto your bed, screaming into the mattress.

why was he so hot? why did he have to be your dad's best friend? you felt disgusted that you hoped to see him more often, as your dad said you would.

you couldn't help it. you felt hot again, but this time it had nothing to do with the temperature. you sighed, situating yourself properly onto your back as you heard the sounds of the party downstairs.

you let out a shaky breath, resting your hands on your lower stomach. you wished to read the words decorating his skin. you wished to see the art up close, admiring it all while he touched you where you needed him most.

your face crinkled in distaste, shaking your head at your impure thoughts.

get your head out of the gutter, y/n. it's never happening.

--

thomas wanted to see you again. no, he didn't want to, he needed to. and it wasn't because of your dress that left nothing to his imagination, it was far from it (—but he wouldn't lie, you did look really hot).

he noticed the way you squeezed your dad's hand tight, holding it throughout the entire introduction. the way you couldn't meet anyone's eyes, especially not when you spoke. and even when your eyes did meet his for a fraction of a second, he couldn't make out the emotion washing over them. after the way your last encounter ended, he didn't think this everlasting feeling of concern would go away.

"i need to get out of the sun for a bit," he told the group. "i'm going inside."

"it's gonna be hotter in there," brendan pointed out.

"not if i lock you guys out and crank the AC," he smirked as he stood up from his seat, stretching a bit.

"y/n might throw a fit if she's locked in there with you," hunter snorted.

we'll see about that.. he almost muttered under his breath.

when he walked in, brendan was right, it was hotter than it was outside. but he shut the door behind him—no, he didn't lock it—and walked into the kitchen where the AC controls were located.

he nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw you sitting on the island, your legs dangling under you while you sucked on a popsicle. his presence was unknown to you and he immediately averted his eyes from the sight of your dress bunched up at your waist.

clearing his throat, he made his way past you to do what he'd come to do. satisfied when he heard the low hum of the cold breeze flowing through the house, he looked for a drink from the fridge.

you couldn't take your eyes off him. your neck was craned towards him and your grape popsicle began to drip onto the white cloth adorning you, but you were unaware, more focused on the dragon-bird like thing inked onto his back.

"you're burning holes into my body," his voice caught you off guard. "can i help you with something?"

you swallowed nervously when he closed the fridge and turned back towards you, a beer in his hand as he stepped around the island and stood in front of your legs. "you're dripping, ma douce."

you nearly dropped your popsicle, eyes bulging out of their sockets. "i— what?"

you shifted uncomfortably and he chuckled. "your popsicle, i meant. it's dripping."

you looked down at frowned. "oh no, my dress! dad's gonna be pissed."

thomas clicked his tongue, hating the immediate nervousness on your face. "just hide it in your room, i've got a tide pen. i'll bring it over tomorrow, problem solved."

"t-thanks," you smiled softly before you felt something sticky running down your hand. "i need to eat this."

"don't stop on my watch," he raised his hand in surrender, taking a sip of his drink.

you hesitated, eyes flickering back and forth between him and the popsicle. it seemed like something you shouldn't do, especially not with the way you'd been feeling. but it was an innocent act.

bringing the frozen treat up to your lips, you slowly licked the bottom to stop it from dripping. he held back a groan, chugging the rest of his drink to distract himself from the growing ache between his legs.

"i wanted to make sure you were alright," he grabbed your attention, forcing you to eat it properly. he was focused on the red bruise on your cheek, restraining himself as best as he could from touching it. "and i wanted to apologize for the last time we met. kind of got off on the wrong foot."

"no, no," you shook your head immediately. "that thomas was a lot different from this thomas. don't apologize. besides, i'm okay."

this peaked his interest. "different in what way?"

"it seemed like a different kind of.. you, and i want to give you another chance. that thomas was the kind of man every mother wants for their children. i mean, yeah, you scared me but that doesn't really matter.." you chose your words carefully.

"this thomas is the kind of man my dad tells me to stay away from. you seem pretty cool."

your doe eyes snuck into his heart and made a home just at those words. you read him inside out, and something sparked inside him.

"and what are you gonna do about it? are you going to stay away? listen to your dad, hm?" he challenged.

you abandoned the popsicle and grabbed his left hand with both of yours, rubbing your thumb over the tattoos by his wrist. he could feel the sticky popsicle juice on your skin, and he knew you were rubbing it onto his, but you were so blissfully unaware that he chose to stay quiet.

"no," you shook your head after a moment. "i won't."

he let out a content sigh. "well, i'm still sorry. is your face alright? does it hurt, have you been icing it regularly?"

you shook your head, not looking up. "i really like this eye you've got here."

he felt your finger poking at him and let out a breathy laugh. "you're avoiding my question."

"i shook my head," you shrugged. "technically, i didn't avoid it."

"smart girl."

you blushed at the unnecessary praise and his smile widened ever so slightly.

"you're really fascinated by tattoos, huh?" he asked, still waiting for you to look at him.

"dad doesn't have any and yours are really cool. can.. can i see the one on your back?" you asked shyly, finally looking up.

"of course," he muttered before turning around.

you parted your legs and grabbed his hips, moving him back until the cool marble hit his tailbone. your fingers stayed there for a couple moments, softly grazing his skin. a nervous-like feeling flooded your stomach.

"whoever did this did a really good job," you mumbled, reaching up to touch the feathers on the wings.

"you like it?"

"mhm," you hummed, looking at the boy standing in the bird's body. you were confused but didn't ask any questions, just taking in the design he believed was important enough to stay on his body forever.

he opened his mouth to speak before he heard the sliding door open, quickly moving away from your hold. you almost frowned until one of the guys walked into the kitchen and thomas gave you a look, pretending to drink out of his empty cup.

"what are you guys doing here?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"hey, luke. just getting to know the little brisson," thomas shrugged a shoulder. "right, y/n?"

"yup," you nodded bashfully, resting your hand beside your thigh. you cringed when you felt something gross on your skin, looking down to see your melted popsicle.

thomas held back a laugh. "it's going grape."

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next part ->

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[sukirichi]

total opposites

You and Toge swap bodies after encountering a fairytale curse, and similar to its origin, it also takes a fairytale method to break it.

REQUEST. body swap au + best friends to lovers

CONTENT/WARNINGS. slight crack fic, some cursing, implications of nsfw but nothing explicit, just Toge being a not-so closet pervert, usual best friend bickering, reader is fem bodied, unedited story (I should stop saying this, everyone knows I don’t edit my stuff)

NOTES. I enjoyed writing this, tysm for the request anon, this was really cute! definitely this is shooting up in one of my fav works ever (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

You stretched your arms overhead, feeling great after sleeping in. It wasn’t common of you to sleep this late, but you and Toge had gone stargazing the night before. A smile made its way to your face as you reminisced him reciting rice ball ingredients, signing that he was telling poetry to ‘match the mood’ until you’d both fallen asleep on the soft blanket atop a hill.

You don’t remember how you made it back to your room, but figured that Toge had carried you back home before the sun rose. Making a mental note to thank your best friend later, you yawned as you padded out to your room, hands rubbing in circles at your stomach.

Hopefully breakfast would be amazing today.

The door next to you opened, revealing your younger classmate, and you frowned, because wasn’t Kugisaki your next door neighbour? Well, whatever, he, Yuuji, and Kugisaki might’ve taken advantage of the rare, peaceful weekend that they probably had a movie marathon the night before.

“Morning, Megumi!” you greeted, coughing a bit when you sounded off, throat a little horse and itchy. At the sound of your voice, Megumi stilled in his tracks, eyes wide at you. His comical expression had you barking in laughter, shooting finger guns his way as you wiggled your eyebrows. “Ey, be a good dog and bark for me, will you?”

Semi-visible sonic waves drifted like waves after one another out your mouth. Megumi scowled before he froze the next second, ears perked up and backside wagging in replacement of a tail. “Woof woof!”

“What the hell?” you reeled back in slight disgust, your underclassman’s cheeks burning red. Then, your lips grazed against a soft cloth, making you look down.

You blinked back once. Twice. You were definitely...built different today. Curiously, you tugged at the zipper peaking out from your black collar, the familiar zhoop sound of the zipper burned into your memory after hearing your best friend do it countless times before.

In front of you, Megumi screeched – the most noise he’d made ever since you met him – his jaw dropped open while you – or rather Toge stood at the end of the hallway, his hands squeezing at your breasts that were still under last night’s pyjamas. You blinked back once. Then twice, steam pouring from your nose when Toge, in your body, pointed at his body. 

“Oh, oh!” your scream bounced off the hallways hard enough that Panda slammed his door open, about to tell everyone to shut up when your voice let out a high-pitched scream.

“What are you doing in my body?!”

Looking down at where Toge was pointing, you were greeted by the sight of his dark uniform and sock clad feet, your chest replaced with hard muscles instead of the soft flesh. You turned to Toge with a stupefied look that mirrored his, both of you falling on the ground with fists pounding on the hardwood floor.

“I’m a fucking girl!” he cried out, whether out of happiness or frustration, it was hard to tell.

Meanwhile, you zipped his collar back up, tugging at his off-white hair as you forced yourself to remember his limited vocabulary. “BONITO FLAKES!”

Now you understood Toge’s frustration of being a cursed speech user. 

“Bonito Flakes” definitely did not hold the same fury as “FUCK” did.

“You and I need to set down some boundaries,” you signed to him, brows pulled together. Toge seemed to be enjoying this sudden body swap a lot more than you did since he hadn’t stopped posing in the mirror the moment you pushed him back to your room, locking it shut to get some privacy. “You are not, under any circumstances, allowed to shower, do you understand?”

Toge scowled at your words, sassy as ever with his hands placed on his hips, buttocks jutted out. You hated, absolutely hated that he used your body this way because this time you couldn’t even laugh – not when seeing your body felt this awkward.

“You would really rather me stink?”

“You can’t undress too! Ever! Or if you will, your eyes better be closed. No peeking too!”

“Y/N, you and I grew up together. I’ve already seen everything,” he rolled his eyes, earning him a hard slap from the arm. Considering he was a lot more muscular than you were, your hit came a lot harder. “Ow!” he protested, rubbing the sore spot that ached, only to laugh at the sounds emitting from his lips. “Wow, I have to admit that this is really fun though. I’m actually talking,” he announced, “Hey, say salmon for me.”

“Bonito flakes!” you shook your head, “The moment Principal Yaga is back, we’re going to talk to him, okay? I don’t want to be stuck in your body any longer!”

“Please, you’re lucky you get to feel me up,” he winked at you, taking your (his) hands to flatten it on his stomach. “Come on, come on, feel my abs!” Whack. “Would you please stop slapping me? Your body is a lot more delicate than mine and my hands are – stop slapping me!”

Feeling bad for your friend and not wanting to abuse your body too much, you raised your hands in surrender with a roll of your eyes. “I can’t take you seriously with that voice. You’re too cute.”

“Complimenting ourselves now, aren’t we?” he scoffed, “Well, whatever, you are cute, especially when you’re angry. Such a shame I can’t see you do that right now because my handsome face is looking back at me.”

“I won’t hesitate to choke you, my friend.”

“You wouldn’t. You adore your body too much,” contrary to his words, Toge pulled a defensive stance. You threw a pillow at him, to which he easily dodged, clutching at the hem of your pyjamas afterwards. “Speaking of bodies, I really need to pee.”

“Hold it!”

“Are you insane? I’m not holding it, you’re going to kill us both!”

“Fine, I’ll take you to the rest room then,” you tugged at the hood of your shirt, pushing him inside the communal female restroom. Toge stood in the middle shock still, evidently flustered at the stalls and lack of urinals. You flicked a finger on his forehead, finger pointed to a stall. “Go pee. That’s my body – I need to make sure you’re not going to do anything weird with it.”

“I thought you trusted me, friend. Why would you think I’d touch you that way?”

You gave him an ‘are you serious?’ look. “You jack off every fucking night, Toge. I can hear you even from the next hallway. Plus, you’re a horny teenage male, who’s to say you wouldn’t be curious and try to see what female masturbation feels like?”

His eyes lit up at the idea, fist coming down to bounce at the palm of his hand as he nodded. “That’s actually a good idea—”

“Don’t you even dare.”

“What?!” you and Toge both exclaimed. He faced you with utter horror written on his face and you gasped, slapping both palms over your lips.

“It is true,” Principal Yaga affirmed with a grim look on his face. He’d recently got back to fetch your troublesome Gojo-Sensei who’d been caught starting a ruckus in Roponggi while women flocked around him, leading to your principal to haul his ass back to the school grounds. “Some curses are manifested through daily objects, and sometimes even through nature. That shooting star you saw was an example of that.”

“But is kissing really necessary?” Toge queried with a wary gaze sent your way.

“It’s a fairytale curse. It can only be broken through a true love’s kiss.”

“But sir, Toge and I have never dated anyone before. How can we miraculously fall in love with someone to break this curse overnight?”

“It doesn’t have to happen overnight. Sometimes, a simple crush will do,” Principal Yaga sighed, scratching his bald head with his face pulled deep in thought. “Y/N, you have a crush on Gojo-Sensei right? I’m going to kill him if he actually kisses you – and knowing that damn brat he might if you ask him – but I think a kiss on the cheek will suffice. For now, you both just have to...broaden your relationships. Maybe go out on dates.”

“I don’t mind that. In fact, I’m going to have the time of my life,” Toge cheered, his mood dampening once he saw you stiffen. “But my body is...”

Knowing full well that he’d get insecure over his lack of speech again, you glared at him hard enough that your best friend straightened up, lips puckered out in a pout as if you hadn’t just caught him talking badly about himself again when you’ve told him countless times he was perfectly fine the way he was.

It made you sigh, feeling slightly bad that until now he still couldn’t see himself the way you saw him – not that you’d ever vocalize this; Toge would never shut up (in the best way he could) if he had the slightest idea what went inside your head.

“You’re lucky you have a pretty face. Otherwise, it’s going to be impossible for anyone to like you,” you teased instead, somewhat flustered at your indirect compliment.

Toge merely scoffed at you, his gaze burning and hard, contrasting the teasing little shit grin he wore. “Oh, please, if I wasn’t the cursed speech user, I would’ve banged—”

“Kids!” Principal Yaga threw his dolls at you hard, the both of you clutching at your heads in pain. How were those dolls as heavy as rocks? “Take your bickering back to your rooms please. No more of this mess and noise. It’s late.”

You frowned at the old man, face pleading as you signed, “Principal Yaga, can’t we really do anything else? Aren’t there any techniques to undo this?”

You and Toge knew that combination so well – pitch black eyes, jaw clenched, lips pursed and palms interlaced under his chin – one that meant his words were final and irrevocable. None of you could argue or suggest more solutions the moment the words left his lips like an ultimate decree. “The technique is the kiss. Now leave.”

You and Toge tried, you both really did. 

But following Principal Yaga’s suggestion of dating others had turned out to be a complete fail – even with your normal body and Toge’s physical charisma. 

It simply didn’t work; not when Megumi ran away from you every time you tried to get him to kiss you with your arms wide open, and Toge wasn’t helping either by pushing Gojo-Sensei away from you every time the cheeky eyed teacher announced his willingness to help.

Eventually, you and your best friend had retired in his room, the scent of him coated all over his pillows and his shirt that you wore. That felt comforting, at least, and you buried yourself in the crook of your body’s neck, bodies tangled with one another.

Who knew dating could be so tiring?

A wave of irritation flashed over you from today’s events, knowing full well that this could’ve been avoided long ago. Scowling, you cuddled Toge closer, lightly flicking your fingers on your body’s chest. “This is your damn fault, Toge.”

“You were the one who asked me to stargaze with you.”

“You don’t always have to say no to everything I ask of you, you know.”

“You’re really dumber than I thought if you think I could easily say no to you,” he snorted above you, his chin resting atop your head. “I don’t have a lot of weakness because I’m a strong sorcerer—” another flick, a harsher one this time around. “Okay, okay, I’m just kidding! But I mean it though – you’re my best friend and my weakness. Of course I’d do anything to make you happy, even if it’s something as stupid as stargazing.”

“Hey!” you made a sound of protest in your throat, looking back at him with a frown. “It wasn’t stupid, it was romantic.”

Hell yeah, it was romantic indeed – your heart still skipped a beat every time you remembered Toge’s starry eyes matching the night sky’s beauty, the words salmon and mustard leaf surprisingly sexy every time it came from him. It was stupid – so fucking stupid – that you groaned into his chest to hide your flushed face.

“Yeah, I suppose it was.”

The room fell silent, your syncopated breathing soothing during this stressful times. Taking advantage of your voice, Toge began to hum, singing the songs you both had always listened to in the privacy of your room during lazy days. It brought a smile to your face as you clutched to him tighter, heart pounding in your chest as you gazed up at him, tapping his chin to get his attention. “Toge, can I say something weird?”

“Please, nothing you say surprises me anymore. Shoot.”

Your mouth began to dry as you cleared your throat in an attempt to hide your awkwardness, gaze pointedly averted from his prying ones. “You and I...we��ve known each other for a long time and we love each other. As best friends, of course.”

“Sheesh, friendzone much?”

“Would you please shut up and listen to me seriously for once?” you huffed, making him snicker, but nodded at you anyway to continue. “As I was saying – why don’t we kiss? It could be true love’s kiss.”

Toge didn’t speak for a good minute, the pregnant pause filling in the gap filled with tension. You taped his cheek, waving his hand in front of his eyes when he dazed out. When his gaze focussed back on you, Toge was surprisingly calm – although beneath that composed exterior, his mind had simply short-circuited. “If this is your way to get to make out with me, I’m going to sock you in the face.”

“Toge, I’m serious! Let’s kiss!”

“I don’t want to!” he shook his head indignantly, hiding his face by hugging you close to his chest instead.

“Why not? Don’t you want to swap back to your original body? Both of us haven’t showered in two days and I’m sick of the way you smell. You’re lucky I love you though, otherwise I’m going to cry. Come on, Toge, what’s holding you back?” you tried to fight back from his grip, but he’d surprised you both when he only squeezed you tighter, both your erratic heart rates matching the other.

“I said no.”

“Toge, it’s just a damn kiss, what’re you so afraid of?”

“I’m afraid that if we don’t swap back, then that means you don’t love me the way I love you!” he finally admitted, breathing hard before continuing. “Principal Yaga said it must be a kiss between lovers and not just platonic friends okay?” you attempted to scramble away from his arms again, and this time he let you, though he’d closed his eyes, cheek squished on the pillows as he murmured, “I don’t want you to reject me... even though I messed up already.”

“Wait,” you snapped your fingers to make him open his eyes, hesitant as you signed, “You...you love me that way?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why not?”

“Because my face is staring back at me and it’s fucking awkward – I wanted to see your face when I confessed!” he sat up with a frustrated groan, childishly kicking off the sheets of the bed as he clutched his head in his hands. “I had everything planned, okay? Nobara and Yuuji helped me think of everything because Megumi is shit when it comes to love. Listen, I was going to ask you on a candlelit date and then maybe kiss the life out of you – if you feel the same way—”

“Kiss me.” The body he possessed a victim of his own powers, Toge was left with no choice but to grab your face before his mouth pressed against yours, fingers entangled into the other’s hair. You were smiling into the kiss the whole time, barely able to recognize when Toge had shifted your bodies until you were under him, his hands running down your sides lovingly the whole time. 

Pulling away to get some air, you opened your eyes, unsurprised when Toge laid above you, his strong arms planted beside your head.

Both of you were breathing hard from the passionate kiss filled with so much sexual tension and longing, your tongue darting out to swipe at his taste on your lips. The laughter that bubbled out of you was pure, wholesome and swollen like your heart. “I love you too, idiot.”

“Salmon!” Toge peppered your cheeks with kisses, pulling out more gleeful laughter from you, his playful and loving attacks more of a gift than a punishment. Once you’d recovered from your happiness – although really, who could recover after that? – Toge unzipped his collar, his smile nothing but wicked when he commanded, “Kiss me again.”

[defaulttwig]

Birthday Boy!

Viktor x fem!reader (but pretty much gn)

A/N: Initially written on his birthday, this is just posted late and uploaded from my AO3 LOL. Viktor fans, please accept my offering 🤲😌

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Those long nights in the lab have jumbled Viktor's track of time and he forgot his own birthday. Luckily, he has you to remind him.

Word Count: 715

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"Happy birthday, handsome."

Viktor hummed, hardly paying attention. You rolled your eyes and pushed the little tea plate in line of sight. He made a small noise and stopped tinkering, raising his goggles to retort about disturbing him but blanked at the plate.

"What is this for?"

You pinched the plate and rotated it with a smile. Sat on it was a lone cupcake with a rather haphazard frosting decorated like a smiley face. For the nose, a single, lit candle.

Viktor glanced between the cupcake and you, his surprise evident. You blinked and raised a brow. Pushing the plate closer, your voice lowered in confusion.

"You remembered your birthday, right?"

The corners of his mouth downturned. The silence permeating the room spoke levels. He needn't respond at this point. Your eyes widened in surprise as his did in curiosity. Taking a step back, you sharply exhaled.

"You actually forgot your birthday?"

"If you haven't noticed, I've been busy." His eyes wandered to the cupcake in childlike wonder. "It slipped my mind. Did you make this?"

"Viktor." Your gaze softened. "You really shouldn't overwork yourself."

"I know."

You touched his forearm, leaning towards him. A small smile formed as you had an idea. "How about you take the day off. Just for today. And we can celebrate your birthday."

His brows knitted in concern, his lips pursed. "I don't know."

You shook your head, resting your hand over his and slipping your fingers through his. The size difference of your small slender hands to his larger, lankier ones made you giddy. You squeezed his hand, bringing your face closer.

"Spend the day with me. Just the two of us."

Viktor turned his head away. His forehead creased with worry. You could see the fumes he exuded from his thoughts. Too caught up on the stress of the future, he rarely ever allowed himself a moment's rest.

The imaginary fumes cleared away when he hunched over and coughed into his free hand, unknowingly squeezing your hand. You frowned, chest tightening as you took in his features. Hair tousled, dark eye bags from days without easy rest. Rubbing your thumb over his, your voice softened to a near whisper.

"Take a day to relax. You need it, Viktor."

Under his eyelashes, his eyes flickered to your entwined hands. His gaze slid over to the cupcake. Its misshapen smile stared back at him. Sliding his thumb over yours, he sighed.

"It is a day to celebrate isn't it?" He smiled, turning his head to you. "What shall we do first?"

You beamed and wrapped your arm around him. Slipping your hand from his, you brought the plate directly in front of him. Angling the cupcake so its smile faced him head-on, you squeezed him in your one-sided embrace.

"Make a wish, birthday boy."

Viktor shook his head with a small snicker, guiding your hand off the plate and into his own. "You don't think we're a little too old for this?"

"For a birthday wish?" You gasped lightly. "Never. Now, make a wish."

He shook his head once more but dipped low to the cupcake. Viktor puckered his lips and let out a quick huff. You hummed in delight as he leaned away and swatted the smoke. Taking the candle out, you set it aside.

"Eat up."

Viktor's amused look sent your heart aflutter as he twisted the plate in his hands. Eventually, he picked up the cupcake and turned the face to you.

"It's cute."

"Isn't it? You agreed. "I like to consider it our lovechild."

"A cupcake?"

"Yes. Made with love by me for you on your special day." You gestured to the cupcake with a tilt of your head. "Now, eat our lovechild."

Viktor guffawed, huffing a laugh. "You can't just tell me I have a child and then to eat it."

"Why not? It's got velvet frosting."

He gestured to the cupcake with an inquisitive look. "The child hasn't learned any lessons in life. He needs his papa."

You snorted. Taking your finger, you swiped a bit of frosting off the side and smeared it on his lips. "Mama thinks the cupcake would be delicious in papa's belly."

Viktor licked the frosting off, smiling. "You make a strong argument."

"Just eat the cupcake, you dork."

[saltysexyskellington666]

❤️Romantic/Fluff Headcanons for Marty Mcfly❤️

OOoOO BoI OKAY we’ve already established in out last headcanon post that Marty Mcfly is a sweetheart. An absolute fucking babay boi. So when it comes to dating him.. :))

CNGRATULATIONS You are officially dating Marty fucking Mcfly.. Thank you for stealing him away from me-

*Cry’s in despair*

OKAY LEST GET TO IT SHALL WE :D

Okay my man is like..I don’t even fucking know hunny he’s 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 and hunny i mean this bitch is 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 he’s one of a kind so you better fucking cherish him ;))

My man CAN and WILL flirt with you 24/7. He’s flirting skills are H O T and if I’m being completely honest I’d say almost every girl at his shitty high school has a big old crush on him.

Like I said earlier he 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 he fucking 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 he’s good looking. Istg its like everyday he be getting “hello’s” or “Oh my god! He’s so handsome” People being trying to partner up with him.. in class or get pictures.

It Dosent MaTTeR This man is getting it like no other.

Honestly though Like I know I said he wasn’t “popular at school” but I’d like to think he’s popular with the ladies. Yk ;))

When your dating him my god this man will make it 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 that your his.

Dosent matter where or when your at this fucking man is ALL OVER YOU lmaoo He loves you sm

Hand holding, kisses, waist grabbing, fucking anything he will do.

He loves wrapping his hands around you waist and slowly rocking you as he peppers your face with kisses. It makes his heart swell seeing you smile. <3

If your holding his hand and rub his knuckles he will do the same. He loves to kiss your knuckles, nose, face e v e r y t h i n g

If you want to boop or nuzzle your nose against his. Please fucking do so. Omgg he thinks its so adorable, he fucking loves nuzzling his nose against yours, he’s a big cheesy sappy goofball.

My man says i love you 24/7 he can’t help it(He can but he fucking loves you so fuck off :3) He thinks its cute when you get super shy, especially during school, and he just randomly compliments you and days he loves you.

“God damn baby you look so cute today! Mm i love you so much baby okay” <33

PET NAMES OMGGG WSJKBDU;-

Okay hear. Me. OUT. His pet names toward you are soo cute, he literally calls you anything. Love, baby, babe, babycakes, sugar, sweetheart. Anything you name it

HoWeVer..his pet names…can be used for 𝙊𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 things..hehe(more on that later ;3)

ANYwAys He love seeing you get all flustered or excited when he calls you names.

“Mmm hey babycakes how was your day hmm? 𝘾𝙝𝙪 love you hunny!”

“Hehe marty!! You goofball” <3

Please please please do NOT be afraid to try new things with him, or talk to him..if your having a bad day he’ll fucking worship you that day( i mean he already does lmfaoo) kisses, cuddles, he”ll whisper and say sweet-nothings into your ear..he loves you sm your his sunshine and he HATES seeing you upset.

“Shh shh y/n hunny look at me okay..shh baby please? Hold my hand and breath with me okay..shh I love you so much It’s okay I’m here”

“In..hold…and out.. just like that” <3

Cause here. me. the fuck. out. if he finds out that is was 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 who made you feel upset..all hell might as well break lose. He will not put up with peoples goddamn shit.

“…Are you 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 kidding me..!? Baby they did what!? Oh 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡 no.

“M-Mary its fine okay? Im okay..”

“Like hell you are! Imma kick there ass for you okay? Fucking assholes.. I love you baby..don’t let em get to you.”

He Dosent give a shit who the hell it is no one and I mean 𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 messes with his baby. He’s been fucked up enough buy his parents and People at school, because like I mentioned earlier he fucking knows what it’s like and he REFUSES to let that happen to his ray of sunshine.

Oh my god Doc and Clara fucking adore you! They are so supportive of you, and they love you sm. Congratulations you are now part of docs family :)) Like I said earlier with Marty its okay to be scared, and show emotion and cry. Your Marty’s gf so therefore he’s like your new dad, and Clara your new mom lmaoo. Their there for you hun

The first time Mary told you about time travel..it was well.. 𝘿𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩 because its fucking 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡 so yeah. That took time for you to get get used to..for obvious reason. But like he was shocked when you said you were just 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 with it. He loves you and so happy that you weren’t judgmental or mean or freaked out about it.

Marty is so fucking happy to have you in his life. When you first met Doc and Clara they were both in awe struck..looking at you because you were just.. 𝙔𝙤𝙪. You weren’t like the other girls in Marty’s eyes. You weren’t trying to fucking flirt with him 25/7. You weren’t trying everyday to look sexy or hot to impress him. You were being yourself and who you were, and 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 what won him over.

Remember how I mentioned him being super clingy or whatever. Pet names, always saying I love you all the time?

Baby him. FUCKING Baby him I fucking dare you hun. This man will fucking 𝙈𝙚𝙡𝙩 in your arms. Kiss him. Kiss him all over, tickle him. Hold his hand, tell him you love him, tell him his fucking adorable. That he’s Handsome strong boy. He fucking melt for you.

LMAOO he LOVES it he wont fucking admit it but he loves it he thinks its so fucking cute. Pull him into a hug and let him nuzzle his head in your chest mumbling he’s not a baby but he is <3

💕✨

[kkusuka]

congrats on 3k!! i hope im not too late but here are my hcs for osamu (she/her if you dont mind)

-osamu doesn’t realize whenever some girls tries to flirt with him at onigiri miya, he’s just friendly

-whenever you get bitter about it (either on purpose or not) he’d find it cute and tease you about it bc its a miya thing to be annoying

-and when you get riled up enough he’d have to show you how you’re his only one and how no one else can get him off like you do

Broken Chopsticks 

Husband!Osamu x Wife!Reader 

Synopsis: osamu likes watching you stake your claim just a bit to much

words: 1.1k 

Cw: smut (cunilingus), jealousy, very tiny angst if you squint, some bad language 

a/n: thank you so much!! i love me a good Osamu moment too 

“Well, I happen to think you’re the better twin Mr. Osamu!” “You just seem to get more handsome every day, Miya-san!” “It’s just too bad you’re married.”

Snap. Suddenly all eyes were on you, namely the broken chopstick in your hand. Shooting your husband, who resides at the counter as normal, with a tight smile you make your way to the kitchen pondering just where these women get their audacity.

  ‘Oh Miya-san, you’re so good with your hands!’, yeah he was, it’s just too bad he’s married. It enraged you, they not only flirted with a clearly taken man but right in front of you? It’s downright shameless. What’s worse is that ‘Samu either didn't realize it was happening, years of high school pining over him and his twin would do that. Or he just doesn't care. And you can only hope it’s not the latter.

You can't even remember a time when women wouldn't flirt with him, even when he was still only your boyfriend. Horrid memories of waitresses slipping him their number as they blatantly ignore your plea for another cup of water. Or women asking for selfies with the famous owner of Onigiri Miya and brother of the “best” setter in Japan, Atsumu, another pain in your side.

But- through all the years- the worst of all are the times when you’re working the counter. You could deal with them questioning who you were and how long you had been working there (really asking about just who you were), it the biggest ego boost when you reveal that not only did you help build the business, but you fuck the owner almost daily- and he loves it. (of course, you don't say that but you explain your marriage and how happy you are to help Osamu with his dream)

You are happy to deal with them, whether or not they buy something is irrelevant, and if you see them again they order and silently leave. It's the, and excuse your language, homewrecking whores that you can’t stand. The ones that look you in the eye and ask where the ‘hunk’ that’s usually there is. You try to explain that you’re working the counter- they roll their eyes and get a piece of onigiri. 

The same women you glare at through the small window above the stove where you make dinner for you and… the guy who’s letting some wench squeeze his-your-biceps.

  It's only when they leave before Osamu closes for the night, do you walk out of the back, hands full of rice and Thai-style chicken for you and… that man. Being your husband of five years, as soon as you walked out he knew you were upset. Even when you placed his food down and started some random small talk that he currently had no care for. He could almost smile, the act bringing him back to high school when you would act like all the girls that came up to him meant nothing. No matter how high you may have your chin, he knew that the women did in fact matter to you- it was cute. He almost felt bad but feeling your stare burning his back while some rando tries to flirt with him was all too adorable. Your nose scrunches and your cheeks puffy out, lips falling into a cute little pout, sometimes you cross your arms and wait for him to be finished only to wrap yourself around him, still in plain view of anyone trying to ogle him. It’s similar to the face you make now, only you’re trying to act like you aren't making the face. “What’s the matter, Baby? Yer makin that pouty face.” Geez, he always knew didn’t he. “If you’re asking, you already know the answer.” You knew he did, by the way he put his chopsticks down, rose from his chair, taking your hands in his as some random song playing on your radio- some Ed Sheeran song from an American station. “You’re so cute when yer jealous. Makes me feel special.” “M’not jealous, ‘Sumu.” That gave him a good laugh, firstly the tens of chopsticks you split today are still peeking out of the trash, and don't think he didn't notice the intellectual brushes against him whole people were ordering. Simple daily activities laced with possessiveness. “Oh I’m sure ya aren’t,” your feet started to sway, moving through the rows of tables and chairs, “I do have to say, whatever this is, I like it. You should stake your claim more often.” As you move, his mouth attaches itself to your neck. His hands pressing you down to sit on the same counter you’d been so angry with. One hand moving to settle on your thigh and the other playing with the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric over your head., at the same time tugging your shorts down in one go. “We didn’t finish dinner.” He deliberately ignored the comment, instead, kneeling between your legs, pulling you to sit on the very edge of the marble. Your thighs resting on his buff shoulders, face pressed to your panties. “I’m about to eat mine.” With that he pressed his tongue flat against your covered folds, sucking your juices through the red lace. His tongue sought out your clit, swirling over it as your hands laced through his dark locks. “‘Sumu, I-” “You what? Gotta say something, I’m hungry.” He waited for no response as he pushed your panties to the side, taking a moment to commit your creamy pussy to memory. “Yer always so wet, I think ya get off on other girls bein’ near me.” His tongue ran between your lips, gathering the slick on them- the sleeping noise enough to make you cum that second. He moved the hand on your waist to your mound, his thumb attaching to your clit. Letting out an almost pornographic moan his eyes connect to yours, lips curling into a smirk as his tongue and fingers move faster on your cunt. “Feeling good?” “Yes-yes! I just, please! Really wanna cum!” “Well, if you wanna so badly, I guess I'll help ya out.” His finger moves faster around your bud, using his forearm to keep your hips in place. He delved in your dripping hole, thrusting his tongue in and out of your cavern. He can feel you getting close to your thighs encasing his head, a favorite for him. Replacing his tongue with two fingers he focuses on sucking your clit, the action that brings your orgasm crashing over you with a screech of his name. “So pretty, but ‘m not full yet.”

tags: @diamond-3 @rinsangel @heyheyitsne @angelalje @monisi @crystal-lilac @sadpotato10

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 8)

a/n: oh my! we have finally reached the end of this story and I never thought it would turn out to be this long but im happy it did! thank you for reading and loving it, and now, enjoy the last part!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4k

warning: just pure fluff

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“Girl, even if you don’t win, you’ll surely take the title of the hottest woman on the red carpet tonight.”

Florence’s words make you chuckle, but you try not to move your lips too much as the makeup artist finishes up the last touches on them, using a nude shade.

“Stop, my head is big enough already,” you tell her, giving her a look through the mirror. She is standing a few feet behind you, already wearing her beautiful, golden Versace gown that hugs her perfectly. Her hair is up in a neat bun so her back can be on full display and the diamonds in her ears can also shine brightly. She looks amazing while she is the opposite of what you’ll look like tonight.

Rhonda, the makeup artist has an amazing notion about your look when you showed her the gown you’d be wearing tonight and since the dress is not the sparkly kind, like Florence’s, she went a little heavier with the glitter on your eyes, using mostly whitish-silver colors, creating rosy cheeks and topping it with nude, glossy lips. Your hair is in loose curls with a bunch of extension, creating the illusion that you might as well be Rapunzel herself tonight. But you are the most excited about the gown that’s already waiting for you to be finally put on.

“What time is it?” you ask Florence as you don’t have your phone on you, but she has hers in her hands already.

“We still have half an hour before we have to leave. Dude, I can’t believe you are an Oscar nominee and might turn into a winner tonight!” she sighs, eyes shining bright with excitement. She hasn’t come off of this high for days, so over the Moon that you get to walk the red carpet tonight as a nominee.

“Don’t jinx it, Flo,” you warn her.

There’s a knock on the door of the hotel suit you’ve occupied for the glamming and Florence is quick to rush to it answering, but you both know who it is. As she throws the door open Harry comes to your sight, looking  as handsome as ever, wearing his custom made Gucci suit with a pink dress shirt underneath that matches your gown perfectly.

“Florence, you look wonderful!” his british accent fills the room, making you smile. Rhonda sets your makeup with some spray and you’re finally done. Standing up you move your legs around a bit as they went a little numb from all the sitting.

“Thank you! Pink suits you well, Harry,” your friend compliments your man and you watch them smiling.

When Harry’s eyes set on you, the light up, his smile widening from ear to ear. He looks spotless, freshly shaved, his hair recently cut and combed into place for a change. Not that you don’t like it when it’s all tousled and messy, especially when it’s because of your fingers.

“Angel, wow!” he breathes out as he walks up to you, taking your hands in his. You know he wants to kiss you, but doesn’t want to risk messing your lips up, so he is left with admiring you with only his eyes.

“Just wait until you see her in the dress!” Florence chimes in making you chuckle. You kept your dress a secret, wanting to surprise him with the first look. You gave out only the most necessary details for Lambert so the two of you could match.

“You’d be great like this too,” he teases, taking a look at your fluffy robe.

“I’m not going to the Oscars in a robe,” you tell him with a narrow-eyed look.

“I know, I’m just saying that you’d still be stunning,” he mumbles with a boyish smirk.

“Y/N? Time to choose a necklace!” Your stylist, Rupert appears from the room where your gown is hanging. He has a few jewelry boxes in his hands and he sets them all to the coffee table, opening up you are met with four breathtakingly beautiful diamond necklaces, each of them different yet so magical looking, you can’t decide which one you like the most.

“Harry, which one do you like the most?” you ask, kneeling down next to the table, mesmerized by the jewelries in front of you. Harry leans down and inspects them one by one before poking on the last one in the row. It has three rows of diamonds, not too big, the stones in the last row are shaped like water droplets, it’s such an elegant looking piece, it surely caught your eyes as well and you think it would be perfect with the dress.

“This one,” he tells you and you nod, shutting the other boxes, satisfied with the choice.

“Alright, time to get you into the gown, girl,” Rupert winks, gesturing at you to follow him into the room.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Harry, risking a quick peck on his lips before you disappear in your temporary dressing room.

You fell in love with the gown on the first fitting when Rupert pulled it out, still in the finishing phase. It still has pins in it, but it already took your breath away. It has a massive A-line skirt and a tight upper part that hugs your body perfectly, a row of buttons running down the middle of it. The sleeves are puffy, but then end in a tight run from a little above your wrists, the same set of buttons appearing like on your chest. It’s giving out some Victorian style vibes in a more sophisticated and simpler way, but it’s by far your favorite dress you’ve ever worn to any event.

It surely needs the extra pair of hands from Rupert to put it on, but once you are secured in it, you feel like a princess straight out of a fairytale and surely, your prince is standing on the other side of the double doors.

“Alright! Everyone get ready for the big reveal!” Rupert announces, sneaking out the room so he can open the door for you. He waits a few moments as you hear everyone shuffle around outside, probably lining up to see you walk out in your finished state. “Okay, three! Two! One! Welcome our Oscar nominee!” he cheers, a round of applause is heard before you even appear, but it’s quickly replaced with gasps when Rupert pulls the doors open and they get the first glimpse of you in your gown.

“Holy fuck!” Florence gasps, mouth hanging open as she keeps raking your form up and down. Your eyes find Harry’s gaze and you see him in a state you haven’t often found him in the past almost two years you’ve been dating. He is completely speechless, eyes glued to you in awe as if he just saw an angel in real life.

“Y/N, I—wow,” he breathes out, still at a loss of words.

“You like it?” you ask with a shy smile.

“I fucking love it, baby. You look… You really are an angel,” he tells you, making you chuckle at his words.

“Would you please help me put on the necklace?” you ask him and he nods eagerly, carefully taking the jewelry out of its box and walking behind you, he brings it around your neck, his fingers delicately working on the clasp. Once it’s all set, you step to the floor to ceiling mirror, taking in the final look.

“There won’t be a straight woman left on Earth once you step on the red carpet,” Florence bluntly comments, making everyone in the room laugh.

“Let’s take some photos, I need to immortalize this masterpiece,” Rupert gestures around, already grabbing his camera.

The next ten minutes you take hundreds of photos, alone, with Florence and then with Harry. He still seems a little stunned by your look, feeling shy when he circles his arm around your waist, but it’s cute that you can still have such an effect on him after being together for almost two years.

Florence snaps some with your phone as well, your favorite is when he held your waist and leant you back, making you arch backwards as your noses touched since he couldn’t kiss you. You already know it’ll end up as your lockscreen, replacing the selfie the two of you took on your latest trip to Hawaii.

When it’s time to leave you grab your little purse with your phone and other necessities and the three of you pile up in a minivan, since your dress needs all the space so it doesn’t get wrinkled before you step out to the red carpet.

As you sit in the car and watch the buildings pass by, your nerves start to rise in you. When the nominations came out a month ago it seemed so far, you couldn’t imagine yourself actually attending the Academy Awards, but now here you are, on your way to find out if you’ve been good enough to be the best.

Your role in Sinful Heaven has brought a lot to your life aside from the nomination. The three months of filming was one of the hardest times in your life you’ve ever worked through and at some points, you didn’t even think you’d get through it. Working so closely with Levi took a toll on you while you were trying to prove in such a heavy and serious role. It was a mess especially at the beginning when you and Harry were still in this weird phase, but that eventually turned right when he literally punched Levi in the face and ten minutes later asked you to be his girlfriend. It’s a badass way to start a relationship and you wouldn’t trade it for anything, especially because it put Levi into place or at least scared him enough to get off your back for the rest of the filming.

When Harry left following that visit, you couldn’t see each other until filming wrapped and you flew straight to him and travelled with him for the next two weeks, hopping from one city to the other, watching him perform every other night and spending all your time with him.

When the movie premiered eight months later, you didn’t appear with Harry by your side, Maya was your date for the evening, but by that time everyone knew you and Harry are an official couple. Neither of you felt like hiding it or caring about what others would think and you were able to focus on each other and rely on the strong foundation you’ve built for your relationship.

He was there with you when the nominations came out and probably screamed louder when your name appeared in the list. With tearing eyes and choked out sobs you jumped into his arms as he mumbled into your ear.

“I’m so proud of you, Angel. So, so proud!”

And now you are on your way to the show, only hours away from finding out if your dreams will come true tonight. Harry squeezes your hand and you turn to face him, his soft eyes meeting yours.

“Nervous?” he asks with a small smile.

“Very,” you admit with an airy chuckle.

“Whatever happens tonight, I’m very proud of you. Don’t forget that.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, giving his hand a squeeze back.

Since it’s the first time you and Harry appear on the red carpet as a couple, once you set your feet out of the car, everyone goes nuts. He helps you out and even fixes your dress so it falls just perfectly around your frame before he offers his arm. You link your through it, taking a deep breath as the two of you start walking down the carpet, posing for the photographers.

You feel powerful and strong, like it’s the peak of your career, but you also feel that it wouldn’t be the same without Harry by your side even though he is making sure to let you shine tonight. At one point he even steps back for a moment so photographers can snap you alone and you think it’s such a caring move from him.

You feel a little dizzy from all the flashlights by the time you walk into the theater, Harry holding your hand tightly as he leads you to your seats.

You’ve been to plenty award shows and it’s not even your first Academy Awards appearance either, but for obvious reasons, it’s the most important. Sitting in your plush chair, you can barely stop yourself from continuously fidgeting as one category follows the other and it’s still not yours.

Then following a jaw-dropping performance from Dua Lipa, Chris Evans walks out with a golden statue and an envelope in his hands and your heart skips a beat, but not because of the man himself, but because you know he is the presenter of the Best Actress category.

Your hold on Harry’s hand on your lap tightens and you glue your eyes to the big screens behind Chris as he smiles around.

“Good evening. It’s a pleasure to be here and to present the award for Best Actress. The theater tonight is filled with exceptional talents, but let’s see the nominees,” he speaks into the microphone and then he starts listing the names.

Emma Stone, Anne Hathaway, Margot Robbie and Rooney Mara are called and a camera fixates on each of them when Chris says their names, all smiling brightly and waving around before your name is called at the end. Taking a deep breath you plaster your most wonderful smile across your face, waving around like the other nominees did before the big screen splits, showing the five of you simultaneously.

“We’ve seen some spectacular performances from these ladies and now let’s see who proved herself to be the best this year.”

Chris flips the envelope open and pulls the little paper out that has the winner’s name written on it and for a moment you’re convinced you’ll pass out. You’ve never felt this anxious before and you’re gripping Harry’s hand so tightly you’re surprised he hasn’t pulled it back, but he is patiently putting up with your nerves, his eyes glued to the man on the stage as well.

“And the Academy Award for Best Actress goes to…” Chris starts with a charming smile, holding a short pause before he finally says the name. “Y/N Y/L/N for her role as Marie Davidson in Sinful Heaven!”

Your mouth hangs open, ears ringing as you process that your name was called. Everyone around you jumps up, including Harry, who is screaming just like when the nominations came out, while you are completely blank. It takes you a couple of moments to realize that you in fact just won your first Oscar and everyone is waiting for you to go and get your little statue.

“Baby! Baby you won!” Harry cheers as he helps you up from your seat and you throw yourself into his arms as reality sets in. “I fucking love you, Angel. Go and get your Oscar!” he laughs, pride all over his face as he urges you to walk up to the stage.

“Walk me up, please!” you stammer, not trusting yourself with walking in this fragile state. He offers his hand without a second thought, walking you to the stage where Chris is politely waiting for you to help you up on the stairs.

“Thank you,” you breathe out once you’re finally up on the stage, every set of eyes on you as Chris hands you the little statue.

“Congratulations,” he smiles as the two of you exchange two kisses on the cheeks before he steps aside and lets you give a speech.

You thought about writing a few words beforehand, but you figured if you end up being the winner you’d forget the whole thing, so there would be no use and that’s the case. Your mind is still blank as you look down at the award in your hands, the crowd still cheering on you, giving you a few extra moments to figure out what to say.

“I uhh—I don’t even know what to say, this feels like a dream,” you admit talking into the microphone, the clapping dying down so that everyone can hear your words. “I want to thank to everyone who worked on Sinful Heaven, because I wouldn’t be here without them. To my wonderful director and amazing costars, it’s been such a wonderful journey with you all. Thank you to my friends and family who were there with me from the very start, believing in me when I was losing faith in myself, thank you for never giving up on me. To my parents who I assume are now crying in front of the TV,” you add chuckling softly, imagining your mom and dad in tears as they listen to your words. “This is a wonderful sign to me that I am where I need to be and that I’m on the right path, so thank you for giving me even more motivation to keep me going on my way.”

Your eyes roam around all the guests until they fall on one proud man staring at you in his Gucci suit and pink dress shirt, his green eyes looking glossy as he listens to your words.

“And last but not least, thank you to one special person, because I’m convinced I wouldn’t be here tonight without him. I have one thing to tell you.” Forgetting about everyone in the theater you hold up the Oscar in your hand as you finish your speech: “Never have I ever loved someone like I love you.”

The crowd starts cheering again as you step away from the microphone and Chris is quick to jog up to you and help you down the stairs, Harry rushing back to take your hand once Chris lets go of it.

You catch him wipe a tear off his cheek as the two of you walk back to your seats hand in hand. Once you are settled, you take a deep breath and turn to Harry who is already looking at you, the same proud smile you saw from the stage still on his handsome face.

“I have never,” he tells you as his answer to the last line of your speech and you chuckle as your free hand finds the back of his neck, pulling him close. The lipstick on your lips long forgotten as you finally kiss him for the first time tonight.

“I have never either,” you whisper against his lips before kissing him again and again.

***

  Smiling around you wait for the audience to quiet down as you make yourself comfortable in the familiar armchair. It’s such a nostalgic feeling to sit here again.

“Y/N, it’s so nice to have you here again,” Ellen greets you once the clapping has stopped.

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course. A lot has happened since the last time you were here, you won an Oscar just a few weeks ago, congratulations!”

The cheering starts again as a picture of you appears on the screen behind you, wearing your iconic pink gown, holding your Oscar in your hands.

“Thank you,” you shyly smile, still not entirely in peace with the fact that you are now an Oscar winning actress.

“Such a major thing, congrats.”

“Thank you, it is a huge thing, yes.”

“Do you already have a spot for the award? Does it have a designated place?”

“Well, for now it is in my study along with some more mementos, but I’m planning to have a little stand made in the living room,” you share your plans.

“Surely, I would want to show it off if I had an Oscar,” Ellen chuckles. “You have such a busy time behind you, have you been up to something new lately?”

“We finished filming the third season of The Umbrella Academy, so now I’m having a little break before I jump into anything new.”

“Sounds nice, you deserve all the relaxing. Anything planned while you’re on a break? A new book to read, or maybe a concert to go to?” she asks and you already know where this is heading.

“You know you can just ask if I’m planning to attend a Harry Styles concert,” you bluntly tell her, making the audience and Ellen laugh.

“Well, I was just asking around about your plans, but I’m happy you plan to visit Harry’s concert! It’s also good to know that the situation has changed since the last time you were here, you definitely have been to one of his concerts since then.”

“I have been, yes,” you admit smirking.

“And I assume the two of you are now very close, am I right?” she asks and suddenly a paparazzi photo of the two of you appears where you’re walking down the street hand in hand just a couple of weeks ago.

“You could say that,” you nod, biting into your bottom lip.

“Amazing, because he is going to join us now. Everyone, please welcome Harry Styles!” Ellen announces and turning around you spot Harry walking out from backstage, the audience screaming for him. He shyly waves around walking up to the center, greeting Ellen with a kiss on the cheek before he turns to you, pecking your lips shortly as he sits down next to you.

“Harry, so good to see you again,” Ellen smiles at him.

“Good t’ see you as well,” he nods.

“So, the last time you two were sitting here, you—it was the first time you ever met, right?”

“Right,” you nod with Harry.

“And now you are…” she gestures at the two of you, not finishing the sentence, but everyone knows what she meant by that.

“And now we are… not strangers anymore,” Harry says chuckling, making everyone in the studio laugh.

“Certainly,” Ellen nods. “Alright, I thought that we could play another game, just to bring back some nice memories,” she explains, reaching behind her armchair, grabbing the familiar board from her, flipping it in your hands with a nostalgic smile.

“Can we keep it PG rated though?” Harry asks, examining his board before looking up at Ellen.

“No,” she simply answers, reaching for her cards as the audience starts laughing. “Okay, you know how to play it, no need for explanation. Here is the first one: Never have I ever used my fame to get in somewhere.”

Ellen is quick to show the I HAVE side of her board and you slowly do the same while Harry thinks to himself.

“Oh come on, you surely have,” you elbow him playfully as he smirks in your way, holding up the same side as you and Ellen.

“We all have, it’s not a shame,” Ellen shrugs. “Next one. Never have I ever forgotten the name of someone right after they introduced themselves.”

Ellen holds up the I HAVE side and you do the same again while this time Harry flips it over to I HAVE NEVER confidently.

“Really?” Ellen asks him, surprised at his answer.

“I’m good with names,” he simply shrugs.

“That’s a good trait. Alright, let’s move on. Never have I ever punched someone in the face.”

It’s a sneaky and very shady statement. Just a few days after the incident with Levi, word got out that he was punched, a few blurry pictures floating around the internet of his bruise, then fans figured out it had to happen around the time Harry visited set and people were quick to put the picture together and assume that Harry was the one who hit Levi, but it was never confirmed.

Glancing at your boyfriend you are fighting your smile back, holding up the I HAVE NEVER side as he is looking back at you slyly, continuously flipping his board before it finally lands on I HAVE, the audience immediately rumbling at the partial confirmation and seemingly Ellen is also amazed by Harry’s honesty.

“Alright, interesting. Love that for you, Harry,” he comments making everyone laugh as you reach over and give Harry’s hand a squeeze. “Last one,” Ellen announces, reading the last statement from her cards. “Never have I ever fallen in love with someone I played never have I ever with.”

Ellen quickly shows her I HAVE NEVER side as you suck your lips into your mouth, glancing at Harry again. You share a look before you both slowly raise your boards, both reading the same sign on them: I HAVE.