#I have a lot of free time to gif tonight 🤭

[sebsbarnes]

Hi there!

I first of all wanted to start off by saying that I’m absolutely obsessed with your work- it’s amazing!!

Secondly, I was wondering if I could make a request?

Can I request a tangerine x reader where they’re out at a bar or something and there’s this guy being really pervy and creepy and just won’t leave her alone?

Obviously the reader can handle herself but they just got back from a long and tiring mission, and she quite honestly doesn’t have the energy.

So of course tan comes to the rescue 🤭🤭

I hope this is okay, and if not please feel free to ignore this!!

Have a wonderful day love and don’t forget to drink lots of water <33

heey!! i really appreciate the kind words, it keeps me going! i hope you've had a good day/night and if not tm will be better! and i hope u enjoy this!

bar fight || tangerine

tangerine x f!reader

warnings: harassment, fighting

word count: 1.6k+

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a/n: im drawing inspo from something that happened to me one time at a bar which will be the reason tan steps in here but of course tangerine was not there to save me although that would've been lovely

"just one pint! two, two! i swear and then we all can leave," lemon pleaded, "we can leave the second i finish it. i'll even take the last sip on the way out the door," he tried enticing you, rubbing his shoulder up and down against yours.

"i reek, lemon. and tangerine looks like he nose dived into green and purple paint," you grimaced slightly at the bruises forming on tan's face.

lemon grabbed your wrist dragging you closer to the bar doors, "is it even a real bar if at least ten people don't smell awful and your shoes don't stick to the floor?"

the color of your eyes disappeared into the back of your head, "let's go."

lemon did a little victory dance before swinging the door open which tangerine held for you to walk in. the fatigue was riddled on both of your faces. the three of you had just gotten back into town after a long and very successful mission. you were all for celebrating but tonight you'd rather celebrate with a burning hot shower.

"you 'right by yourself? i'm going to head to the balcony for a few," tangerine asked, waving his pack of cigarettes in the air.

"yeah go for it, i'll manage," you replied. tangerine gave you a small nod before turning his back and sliding outside.

the inside of the bar was packed and you were shuffling around with your shoulders pulled in to try and avoid hitting people. it was loud, smelly, and yes, the floors were grossly sticky. it only annoyed you more, but, you tried having a positive attitude about it. 'two drinks' is all you kept telling yourself. after what felt like years you made it to the bar. you were sandwiched against a girl with blonde hair and a guy who weaseled his way in between you and an older gentleman. you could feel his eyes burning holes in the side of your head and the last thing you wanted to do was look over, but, it was becoming too much.

"hi!" he nearly yelled as you glanced over quickly.

"hey," you said curtly, bringing your lips into a straight line.

"i'm craig. what's your name?" he asked leaning in closer to you. you gave him your name, refusing to look back at him as you felt his eyes examine you. the drink you ordered appeared in front of you and you scribbled your name on the receipt.

"what's that you're drinking?" craig asked but you pretended not to hear him as you slinked into the crowd, hoping to lose him.

it worked for a while, you found some space near a wall to stand. there was a group of girls next to you singing loudly and dancing around. you couldn't lie and say it wasn't infectious as one of the drunk girls grabbed your hand and started dancing with you, which of course you joined in. it was fun and it kept your mind off how tired your body was.

"thought i lost you there!" you flinched away, startled, by craig's nervous laughter beside you. you looked down at the man who stood inches below you and gave him an award-winning fake smile.

"you're very pretty," he said puffing his chest out slightly.

"thanks."

"you don't talk much, eh? is it because you're nervous around me?" craig asked his eyes looking down at your legs.

"just tired!" you exclaimed with fake enthusiasm, gulping down the tequila in your cup.

"you seem a bit lonely, are you by yourself tonight?" he persisted, inching closer to you with each word despite you stepping to the side each time.

"nope!" you retorted, popping the 'p' and turning to find the bathroom.

you stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes and finished your drink. the eyebags seemed to protrude out of your face as you examined them in the mirror. now, lemon had to almost be done with his drinks. that man can pound drinks back. so, with high hopes you left the bathroom to go find a seat at the bar and wait until lemon found or texted you or hopefully tangerine was done smoking.

there was a vacant stool in the dead center which you jumped on. your elbow rested against the bar, head in hand, absentmindedly watching the tv in the corner. it was a boxing match that you had zero interest in but it provided enough entertainment. you shut your eyes tight as you felt the familiar, unwelcomed, presence over your shoulder.

"look, i think you are really pretty. hotter than anyone else here and look at me. any girl would want me and the fact you're trying to play hard to get is starting to really piss me off," craig ranted but you refused to turn your head and pretended like the noise of the bar drowned his voice out.

"you're right, i'm sorry. that was rude of me, i apologize. i just noticed you the moment you walked into the bar and i needed to talk to you. you're really beautiful and i know i'd treat you right. whoever you're dating must not be treating you right because i can feel that you want me."

tangerine blew out one last cloud of smoke and tossed his cigarette into the ashtray. it was far more peaceful outside but he knew he had to go in and find lemon, who he knew was more than two drinks in and probably friends with ten more people. tangerine opened the door back into the bar and scanned the room. that's when he saw a man with his hand on your throat.

you ignored craig's presence until you no longer could. he was silent for a few moments after his rant. suddenly, you saw a hand snake into your field of vision and you felt his hand pressing firmly against your throat. you were shocked for a moment before realizing what was going on. craig's thumb and middle finger were applying harsh pressure to your throat making it hard to breathe. then, you felt the pressure shift in his hand from choking to pushing. craig pulled you to the ground by your throat, your body flying backward off the stool and slamming into the floor.

you saw a figure jump over your body and loud commotion next to you but you were too disorientated at the moment from the wind being knocked out of you. one of the bartenders leaped over the bar and pulled you up and shielded you from the commotion. that's when you realized it was tangerine who had hopped over and started beating craig to the floor. it was like a scene straight out of the boxing match you were just watching. tangerine towered over craig in height and build and the anger in his face was terrifying.

tangerine was throwing the smaller man across the bar with punches. he'd punch craig in the face to which he stumbled and then tangerine would trip him. his body would fall to the ground and tangerine would pick him up by the shirt before launching him into the now vacant stools.

"please!" craig pleaded, blood running from his eyebrow. tangerine grabbed the back of his neck and slammed his face into the bar.

"you like hurting women? huh?" he screamed, "you think you're so tough, look at you now! fuckin' pathetic piece of shit. what? it's not fun being picked on and harassed?"

tangerine was raging. his face and chest were red with anger and the vein in his forehead pulsated. he had wild eyes similar to when he was on a mission. you watched as he slipped his hand into his pants pocket, slipping on his brass knuckles. before he was able to crush the bastard's nose lemon swooped in from behind and grabbed tangerine's bicep. the bouncers from outside grabbed craig by the neck of his shirt and kicked his bloody body out of the bar. lemon's hands were on tangerine's shoulders trying to calm his brother down. finally, tangerine's chest rose and fell at a normal pace and he turned his head and noticed you. lemon released his shoulders letting him walk to you.

tangerine cupped your face and craned his neck down a bit, "are you alright love?"

you laughed slightly uncomfortable that a big scene was made because of you, "yeah... just shocked really."

"did he hurt you in any other way?" he asked with softness.

"no. no... i didn't think it would turn into that. he had been bothering me the whole time i should've been more forceful but i was just too tired to really care," you sighed.

"no," tangerine said sternly, now eye level with you, "none of this is your fault, okay? that prick should know better than to continue to harass someone who is clearly not accepting their advances. and the fact he fuckin' put his hands on you. fuck i'll..." tangerine gritted his teeth now standing upright and looking towards the door craig was kicked out of.

"tan! no. you getting arrested is not worth it. i'm okay, okay? he got what he deserved and i really don't want to be here any longer," you pleaded, grabbing onto his forearm to force him to look at you.

tangerine caressed your head, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and anger. tangerine guided you outside and when the door shut he pulled you into a tight but gentle hug, mindful of your back.

"i'm so fuckin' sorry love. i should've stayed with you the whole night," he whispered into your hair.

you pulled back from the hug, "mmm no, hey, hey- that's not what we are going to do. you have nothing to be sorry for and i'm thankful for you and not just now when you beat dickheads up for me, but always."

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Hi Nicoline😌❤️ I wonder if your any fandom fluff is open to requests?👀

If so, I want to ask for a neighbor(or roommate) Steve and reader. Maybe they had a small fight over something (something like Steve's date screamed too loud when he brought her home?) and neither of them apologized to the other.

reader: "you listen to me-"

Steve: "NO YOU LISTEN TO ME. I'm done with your attitude and your bullshit. I fuck whoever I please whenever I please. It's not like you haven't made any noise when you're fucking yourself over some toy. So zip it up because you are not any better"

And the next thing you know, you are competing who can make the other one moan louder and you end up fucking👀🤭

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PAIRING | Steve Rogers x Avenger!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.4K

SUMMARY | Working together with your ex is already difficult enough, but the fact that you're sleeping in the bedroom next to him isn't much better. Since the two of you have broken up, Steve has brought home many women, and you are starting to lose sleep because they keep making too much noise. When you try to get Steve to stop, the conversation takes an unexpected turn, and you end up in his bed again.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Natasha being a good friend, Steve is an asshole in this

ANGST | Swearing, lots of fighting between Steve and Reader

SMUT | Exes hooking up, hate/revenge sex, dirty talk, heavy degradation, daddy kink, nipple play, hair pulling, spanking, choking, Steve has no refractory period, oral (M receiving), face/throat fucking, deepthroating, facial/cumming on face, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), belly bulge, squirting, implied aftercare.

A/N | @jamneuromain I cannot thank you enough for the amazing request for this square! This is my first time writing a fic like this, but it was a lot of fun, and I look forward to doing it again. I want to thank @late-to-the-party-81 for beta-reading this story; without your help, it wouldn't have gotten to what it is now. I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I did when writing this! 💚

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Lately, you've been losing more sleep than you can afford, especially with the number of missions you've been going on. Every night, Steve has a different woman over, which is fine in and of itself if it weren't for the fact that they are never quiet. It's like he wants to rub it in your face that he is getting laid on the regular, and you're making good use of your trusty vibrator.

You have always been warned about getting together with colleagues, but when you met Steve, he was a gentleman, taking care of everything you could desire until the flame between you fizzled out. The moment you two parted ways was sad for you both, but it was clear then that your relationship had run its course.

However, tonight has been especially brutal on you, and you even tried wearing earplugs to bed without success. Their combined moans and groans, the spanking and her screaming carried through everything, and you ended up with less than three hours of sleep. You managed to drag yourself out of bed and into the kitchen, but as soon as you saw Steve all lovey-dovey with his latest 'prize,' a stone dropped into your stomach, and you suddenly weren't hungry anymore.

Bucky, Tony, Sam, and Natasha were all eating their breakfast in peace, but as soon as Nat saw the look on your face, she picked up her food, ready to lead you out of the room.

"C'mon, let's go somewhere else," she says before hooking your arm through hers and leading you to her bedroom. Tears start gathering in the corners of your eyes as you reach it; however, they're not because of jealousy but because of pure anger.

"Jesus, does he have to rub it in our faces like that?! It's fucking unbelievable that he’s moved on within the blink of an eye; it's disgusting, actually," you tell Natasha as you're pacing in her room.

"You do realize he never moved on, right?" she asks, and you stop in your tracks before looking at her with narrow eyes.

"What do you mean? He has a new girl over there every day," you tell her, but she shakes her head.

"It's just his way of hiding his pain. He feels like he's made a huge mistake by leaving you. I know your relationship didn't work anymore, but he feels he could have - should have - done more. Bucky told me about it a few weeks ago," and with those words, you let yourself sink onto the couch, wondering what could have been.

"You know, I honestly couldn't care less about the fact that he's fucking everything that moves, but they don't have to rub it in my face like that; it's starting to get to me that they're so loud, I barely sleep anymore because of them... It's like he forgets that not everyone is a super soldier like him."

Natasha looks at you with understanding, and she puts her plate to the side before standing up and grabbing your hand, guiding you to her bed.

"Why don't you sleep here for a while? I'll cover for you with Tony, and you can take the day off today to recover a bit," she tells you, and you happily agree. As soon as your head hits the pillow, you're asleep, and Nat goes to have an important talk with Steve.

"You, out of here. I need to speak with Steve," she says with a pointed tone to his latest conquest as she returns to the kitchen, and she looks offended at the redhead in front of her. With a raised brow, Nat silently threatens her, not needing to say a single word before the other woman scrambles away without saying anything.

"Was that really necessary, Nat?" Steve asks curtly, clearly unhappy with her rudeness. However, she isn't fazed and instead cuts straight to the point, not worrying about who else can hear.

"Why are you fucking everything with a pulse?" she asks, and Bucky almost chokes on his breakfast as he hears it. Sam and Tony go wide-eyed at her question and are suddenly very interested in each other, not wanting to be on the receiving end of Natasha's words right now.

"Since when is that any of your business, Romanoff?"

"It wasn't until I almost got killed during our last mission because of it. Y/N is barely sleeping because of you and your ''ladies'', and we're risking our lives out there because of you!" she spits out at him, and for a second, Steve's heart hurts at the mention of your name. However, the feeling is gone almost as soon as it comes up.

''It's not my fault she can't sleep; I'm just having fun, and what I do in my spare time shouldn't matter to anyone. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some important business to tend to," Steve says as he gets up, but Natasha is not letting him go anywhere as she grabs his arm, squeezing her long nails into his bicep.

"Just talk to her, for Christ's sake; that's all I'm asking! And keep it down during the night; she's not the only one losing sleep over the dying cats you seem to find every night," Natasha tells him, and with that, he rips his arm away, stomping out of the living room and heading to the gym, needing to let his frustrations out.

Things have improved in the first few days after Natasha talked to Steve. Even though he has brought some more women back (because 'every woman wants a chance with Captain America' as Steve says it), he has managed to keep it down, and you have gotten a solid six to seven hours of sleep, which instantly brightens your mood. It's not where you want it to be, but it's better than nearly no sleep.

"Mornin' everyone!" you say happily as you walk into the kitchen again, but your mood instantly sinks when you find Steve standing at the counter, his latest conquest sitting upon it with her arms wrapped around his neck as they make out.

"Can't you two get a room or something? Not everyone wants to see this in the morning," you tell Steve, the venom dripping from your voice. He promptly pulls away before turning to you, leaving the girl you couldn't care less about alone.

"What the fuck is your problem, Y/L/N? As far as I know, you ended things between us because you didn't feel anything for me. And now you suddenly care about every single thing I do? Seems a bit odd if you ask me," Steve scoffs, and you're starting to see red at the edges of your vision.

"You're such an ass, you know that?! You act perfect and gentleman-like, but nothing could be further from the truth. You couldn't care any fucking less about anything or anyone around you, and you're a disgusting piece of crap. Sleeping with everything that moves every single night, moaning the wrong name during sex almost every night? I'm not deaf, you know," you throw back in his face. The response he gives, however, has your blood boiling.

"Really? You never heard me complain when you moaned Bucky when we had sex!" he tells you, which makes you lose every last bit of control. As soon as Bucky hears his name, he turns a deep shade of red, not wanting to be involved in whatever is happening between you.

"You're so... ugh! I fucking hate you, Rogers!" you scream in his face before turning around and running away, not wanting to be near him any longer. Tears are streaming down your face, and Natasha is running after you, feeling horrible for everything that has just gone down. It's not like he didn't deserve it, but it was still a low blow for him to expose something so private.

"Hey, let's just breathe for a bit, okay? I know he hurt you, but if we calm you down, you won't go down that same spiral again, alright?" Nat says as she pulls you into her arms. You and Steve rarely fight, but when it does happen, you tend to go down a problematic spiral. Natasha desperately wants that not to happen again - she doesn’t want to lose you.

"It's okay, Detka, I'm here with you; just let it all out," she reassures and calms you. The sobs wreaking havoc on your body are heart-wrenching, and the screams are cutting right through everything, but it's precisely what you need right now. After what seems like forever, you calm down, though you're tired beyond belief. It has drained every last bit of energy from you, so you can barely stand on your legs.

"Here, let's get you on the bed, okay? I'm not going anywhere; I'll be here the entire time," Natasha tells you as she sits against your bed's headboard, and you crawl under the covers. You rest your head in her lap, and her long fingers rake through your hair, and soon, you're lulled into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Steve has been gone for an extended undercover mission, meaning you’ve finally gotten some proper sleep, and the few weeks he’s been gone have been nothing short of heaven. You did expect him to bring another woman along when he returned, but he didn't, much to your surprise.

That morning, you both come out of your bedrooms simultaneously. You are dressed in a sports outfit, ready for the gym, and Steve is only wearing a pair of tight sweatpants that show off how his muscles bulge in the most delicious manner. It's almost as if he’s doing it on purpose.

"Can we talk?" Steve asks you, and even though you're not in the mood, you give in anyway.

"Sure," you sigh before turning around and heading to Steve's room. You're secretly hoping he will apologize, although you also know that's not at all likely to happen. When you're in his room, the door slams shut behind you, and you're all alone with him. Everything inside looks so familiar, yet so strange at the same time. Some things were items you’d picked out for him, and others were new,  added after you broke up.

"Steve, I need you to listen to me-"

"No, you listen to me! I'm done with your attitude and your bullshit, Y/N. I fuck whoever I please, whenever I please! It's not like you haven't made any noise when you're fucking yourself over some lousy toy! So zip it up because you're not any better," Steve tells you as he's pointing his finger in your face.

What you do next is something you never would have expected in a million years. Your hand reaches out for his as you pull him closer, your lips crashing together in a bruising kiss that leaves you both breathless. All the pent-up anger and resentment is finally coming out, though not in the way you had thought. 

Steve's hands quickly move to the zipper of your sports bra, revealing your breasts and perked nipples to the room as the fabric falls away, his large hands enveloping them with kneading motions, making you moan into his mouth.

"God, listen to you, already moaning like a pathetic slut for me, and I haven't even touched you properly yet," Steve tells you, but all you know is how good he can make you feel with just his hands. The way he tugs and squeezes your nipples between rolling them has you moaning loudly and arousal flooding your panties. In this moment, all of the hurt between you disappears, and you become the woman who used to welcome him into your bed gladly.

"Y-yes!" you whine, your brows knitted together and your mouth slack.

"What are you?"

"A-a pathetic s-slut! Just for you, Daddy, 'm y-your p-pathetic slut," you tell him, and you feel his cock jump against your thigh as you call him Daddy, a name reserved solely for him. You don’t know why you called him that the first time you were together, but both of you quickly discovered that you liked it, and it became a staple part of your dynamic until the end. His sweatpants are straining against his cock, and before you can think about what's happening, he pushes you down on your knees and lowers his sweatpants.

"Suck my dick, you slut; it's the only fucking thing your mouth is good for anyways," he says as he grabs your head, your mouth already opening on instinct. The feeling of his cock on your tongue is instantly calming, and your lips wrap around him immediately, sucking him down without him needing to say anything else.

"That's it, put that mouth of yours to some good use for Daddy," he groans before he slowly starts to fuck your mouth, sliding deeper and deeper into your throat until you can feel his balls slapping against your chin and his pubic bone makes contact with your nose.

Loud moans escape from his chest, and you can't help but feel proud at the way you're making him feel, that it's you pulling these sounds from him.

Steve grabs a tighter hold of your head, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as he sets an almost brutal pace, fucking your throat in earnest, only concerned with chasing his high. Your thighs are clenching to give yourself some relief, and your nails are digging deeply into his thighs to the point of almost drawing blood, but Steve doesn't care.

"That's it, take it! Doing so good for Daddy," he praises you, and you can't help but feel a little warmth bloom inside you. The tears you had are now streaming down your face in a rapid motion, but all you can do is breathe through your nose as Steve keeps up his pace, his orgasm building quickly.

"Almost there; are you going to let Daddy cum all over this face of yours? Will you be a perfect little cumslut and let Daddy cum all over your face?" he asks as he pulls out of your mouth, leaving you feeling empty. Despite this, you nod in response as you open your mouth and stick out your tongue.

"Such an obedient slut for me today," he praises, and you preen under his words. His fist wraps around his cock before jerking it quickly, the ragged breaths and groans coming from him increasing with every move until the first drops of his cum squirt out, landing on your tongue. His orgasm seems to be never-ending, more and more of his cum shooting all over your face, making a mess that only serves to arouse you further.

"Look at you, such a dirty fucking slut, but you love that, don't you? To be used as Daddy's cumdump? Yeah, you do,'' Steve says with a wicked grin, and he scoops some of his cum from your cheek before shoving his fingers in your mouth, and you lick them clean for him.

"My bed, now," he orders, and you scramble up; despite the soreness in your knees, you manage to get there relatively quickly.

"Take off your pants, and get on your hands and knees," he says, and you do as he asks, the fabric quickly discarded before you present yourself before him. You know he’s looking at your pussy, able to see how wet you are for him

"Look at you, all ready to take Daddy's fat cock! That's all you've wanted, right? To be railed by my fat cock inside your pussy? Bet you only think about me when you're with someone else or when you're fucking yourself on that pathetic toy of yours," Steve spits out, the degradation only making you hornier.

"Y-yes Daddy! Need your cock," you tell him, and he takes his place behind you before sliding in with one single thrust. He hasn’t taken any time to prepare you, so the intrusion initially burns, but the discomfort quickly subsides as he thrusts in with an unrelenting pace.

You can't keep your moans and whines in even if you want to, and when Steve lands a hard spank on your ass, you scream his name loudly. At this point, you don't care who can hear you, all you know is how good Steve is making you feel as he fucks you nearly into oblivion.

"Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good, you dirty fucking slut! You want the entire Compound to know who's fucking you like this, hmm?" he asks, and all you can do is nod.

"Well, let them hear it!” he demands. “Who's making you feel this good?"

"Y-you, Daddy! Daddy m-makes me feel t-this good!" is all you can manage between his violent thrusts. Your ass is getting sore from the brutal pace Steve has set, as well as the brief spanking he gave you. Your arms gave out a while ago, your face mushed into the covers, and your pussy throbbed, but you don't want to let Steve win; you're determined not to let him get to you.

"Pussy feels like heaven, missed your pussy so much, you know that? Nothing ever came close to how perfect yours is! Such a sweet pussy, letting me in whenever I want," Steve groans before leaning forward and grabbing your throat and pulling you back against his chest.

"Daddy!" you scream out at the change of positions, and he squeezes your throat, constricting your airflow enough to have you feeling lightheaded and floaty but not so much to risk you passing out. His other arm is wrapped around your belly where he can feel himself.

"Fuck! I'm so deep in your sweet cunt I can feel myself in your belly!" Steve exclaims with a grin, picking up the pace as he shifts his angle slightly. You let out a strangled scream at the way he hits your sweet spot like this, your legs shaking uncontrollably.

You know that if it weren't for Steve holding you up, you would have collapsed by now, and the position he has you in has your nerve endings feel like they're on fire. All you need now is just a little stimulation on your clit to be sent head-first into your orgasm, a fact that Steve is well aware of..

"What's wrong? Does my slut need to cum?" he coos as you nod, but instead of giving you what you want, he constricts your airflow entirely and sets an even harsher pace, all while groaning loudly. As the edges of your vision go white, Steve suddenly lets go. You inhale deeply, and a mind-bending orgasm works through your body.

"Jesus, fuck! Look at you, squirting all over the fucking bed like a filthy slut!" Steve says as he rides out his orgasm, which had been triggered by the strength of yours. You hadn’t even noticed at first. When he lets you go, you collapse onto the bed, completely tired. ”T-thank you, Daddy," you manage to murmur before falling asleep, exhaustion having taken you over completely.

While you sleep, Steve cleans you up and dresses you in a pair of his boxers and a T-shirt.

When he's dressed, only pulling his sweats back on, he goes to the kitchen to grab some water for the pair of you, a thin layer of sweat still adorning his body as he walks around proud as a peacock.

Nobody says anything as they look at Steve, horrified, and he knows everyone heard exactly what the two of you did just now. What the two of you said to each other.

"What? Someone had to make sure the message would get across," he says with a wink before heading back to his bedroom and closing the door. The water bottle he grabbed for you is put on the nightstand with some Advil, which he’s sure you’ll need when you wake up.

He takes his place in the large armchair in his room, his sketchpad and pencil lying on the armrest as he decides what to draw. He grabs it before flipping through the pages, every page having a beautiful drawing of you. He has drawn everything he could imagine, from close-ups of your face to your silhouette in his favorite outfits.

As he starts on the next one, he can't help but think about what things would be like if you were his again. He has missed you too much and vows to try his hardest to win back your affection. Today was the first step. Now, all he has to do is wait. And if there's one thing Steve is, it's a patient man, especially regarding you.

[george-weasleys-girl]

can I ask for a george smut w lots of praise? 🤭 I imagine this happening after a halloween party or something like that 🦇

Delightfully Devilish

Warnings: lots of smut with little plot, oral (male receiving), praise kink, intercourse

18±only

George Weasley x fem!reader

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"This year's party was crazy," Y/N said, happily tossing off her barely-there red devil costume. "I could barely move, the shop was so - " Her words were cut short by a gasp as her husband grabbed her from behind and began kissing his way down her neck.

"You looked so fucking sexy tonight," George mummered. "It should be illegal how much you turned me on." His hands roamed up and down her body, eliciting soft moans from her lips. "All I could think about tonight was what I wanted to do to my hot, little devil once I got you home."

"Oh?" Y/N hummed as he pushed her hair to the side so he could kiss the back of her neck before kissing his way to the other side. "And what would that be?"

"First, get rid of this," George answered, stepping back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor. "Now, turn around for me, baby." He smiled, enjoying the view.

"Such pretty tits," he slid his hands up to massage them both before tracing circles around her pert areolaes. "Fuck, you're so delicious," he leaned down taking one his mouth, sucking and lolling his tongue around her nipple, then moving on to the other. Y/N arched her back, her moans filling the room as pleasure trickled down her spine, taunting her jealous pussy.

As if reading her mind, he slid a hand down to cup her still clothed cunt. "You already have a wet spot on your pretty little panties, love." He ran his fingers along her covered slit. "Such a good girl," he praised. "Always wet and ready for me."

"What can I say?" she gasped. "You make me so wet."

George chuckled. "Good. You're so beautiful when you're wet." He pushed her panties to the side and slid a finger deep into her quivering warmth. "And moaning."

The sounds falling from her lips shot straight to his cock, reminding him of his own throbbing need. He teased her for a few seconds more before pulling his finger out, sucking off her juices, and then kissing his way back up her body. "Feel how hard you make me," he said, thrusting his erection against her, pulling groans from both of them.

"My turn," Y/N grinned and began working her way down George's body, mirroring his actions from before. "That feels so good, love," sighed. Her pussy clenched at his praise, urging her on. "I'm about to make you feel so much better," she smiled up at him as she unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his hard cock out. It twitched in her hand, desperate for attention. She ran her hand up and down his length, her fingers gathering the precum leaking from the tip every few seconds. "Fuck yeah, baby," he moaned, letting his head fall back.

George's hips bucked, and he looked back down at her, his brown eyes glistening with pleasure. "I want you to suck my cock," he said, his hands in her hair pushing her forward. Y/N slowly took him in her mouth, sucking on the tip and drawing a litany of loud groans from his lips.

"You're so good at that," he groaned. "You know exactly what I like." His hands gently pushed her further, forcing more of him into her mouth. "That's my good girl," he praised. Y/N hummed in response, sending a ripple of pleasure through his veins. His hands were still clutching her hair when she began bobbing her head, taking as much of him as she could and stroking the rest. George watched her with half-lidded eyes. "You look so hot with your mouth full of my cock." Y/N looked up, locking eyes with his as she sped up, using her free hand to fondle his balls. His moans flooded her senses while his hands now guided her, quickening her pace even more as she swirled her tongue around his tip each time she reached the top. George's ragged breathing synced in time with her movements.

In, out, swirl. In, out, swirl.

His body began to tremble, and his balls tightened in her grasp. She knew he was close. She could almost taste him. Just a little more...

"Fuck!" he groaned, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop. A small whine escaped her lips, but she knew what he wanted.

"I want to cum inside you," he said, helping her up and guiding her to the bed. Y/N shimmied out of her panties, then lay back, spreading wide. "Such a pretty pussy," he admired, sliding the head of his cock along her slit before pushing inside her, both of them moaning as he bottomed out.

"Oh god, you feel so good, George." Y/N arched her back, pulsing around him as he fucked her slow and deep, grinding into her.

"So do you, baby. You're cunt was made for my cock," he groaned out, reaching down to grasp her breasts, fondling them, her nipples hard between her fingers. Then, using his grip for leverage, he picked up his pace, thrusting into her, hard and fast. Y/N gasped and wrapped her legs around him. "I love how you fuck me, baby," she moaned. "The way your cock fills me up so good. Stretching me," her backed arched. "Going so deep..." Her words trailed off into a string of moans and breathless gasps.

George pounded harder into her. It'd taken all his willpower not to cum the moment he'd slid into her, but now he could no longer hold himself back. Not with her sweet praise and those beautiful moans ringing in his ears. "I'm gonna cum baby," he groaned. She opened her mouth to speak, but he pressed his thumb to her clit, swirling it in circles. Whatever she might've said got lost in the screaming of his name as her pussy clenched tight around his cock, sending electric shocks of mindless pleasure coursing through him. With a long guttural moan, he exploded inside her before collapsing on top of her, both of them still shaking from the aftershocks.

"That was delightfully devilish," Y/N said once they lay side by side, wrapped in one another's arms.

"You were delightfully devilish, my love. Sinful, in fact," he grinned. "So much so that I'm ready for round two."

Y/N lifted the covers to see his dick rock-hard and dripping a puddle of precum onto his stomach. "Oh dear," she reached down to stroke his cock. "I suppose I'm must pay my penitence."

"And you will," George sighed, beginning to pump his cock in and out of her hand even as his own fingers reached between her silky wet folds. Then, pulling her closer, his lips hungrily devoured hers, both of them moaning into the kiss.

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[cxtori]

Natsuo Todoroki ✭ Afraid of Losing you

Tori’s Note: I lowkey think this might be kinda crappy, but it's honestly one of my favorite little things I've written 🤭 Plus I actually finished it which is rare lmao. the love for my mans Nastuo is LACKING

WC: 5.2K

Genre: One-shot, fluff, hurt and comfort, friends to lovers

Warnings: N/A

Fic Playlist: 

Fear ~ Gnash

You ~ Benny Blanco

Sanctuary ~ Joji

Summary: Natsuo is your childhood best friend and long-time crush. But you've never taken the chance to tell him how you feel. What happens when the chance is almost taken from you entirely?

“Hey, Y/n! Are you free tonight?” Fuyumi’s voice chirps through the static of the phone.

“Uhh, yeah. I don’t have any plans,” You reply. “What’s up?”

“Weeell,” Fuyumi drags, and you can tell she’s excited about whatever is going on. “I invited Shoto and his friends over for dinner as well as dad. Natsuo is coming over too! I thought I’d invite you since, y’know, you’re basically family. It felt wrong not to!” You chuckle at Fuyumi’s enthusiasm.

“Haha, yeah sure, I’d love to. But…” You hesitate. “Is it really a good idea to try and have dinner with Natsu and your dad? You said it didn’t go well last time…” You wilt off, the image of a teary-eyed Fuyumi as she described the disastrous dinner to you entering your mind.

“Ahh, yeah,” she mutters. “But, I’m hoping that having you and some other guests might make it less tense?” She says, though it sounds more like a question that a statement.

“I think you underestimate how much it’ll take to make things ‘less tense’.” You chuckle, shaking your head.

“Oh, come on! Natsu’s always a lot calmer when you’re around, maybe it’ll help!” You sigh softly at the sound of desperation in Fuyumi’s voice. Ever since you were kids, all Fuyumi wanted was a “normal” family. She would talk to you about it all the time. So would Natsuo, especially after Toya’s death. All they wanted was a loving family, but instead, they were left with a broken home. And Fuyumi was doing all she could to try and fix it.

“I’ll be there,” you affirm. Fuyumi squeals on the other end and you can picture the bright smile spread across her face.

“Awesome! Be here around 6, ‘kay?” She says. You both say your goodbyes and hang up. You grunt as you throw yourself back onto your bed, face buried in your pillows. Although you know it’ll be an awkward night, you’re still looking forward to seeing your childhood friends, especially Natsuo. With your busy school schedules, you hardly see each other anymore, despite being on the same college campus. You smile giddily, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach and chest at the thought of getting to sit down and eat with him.

Having Enji and Natsuo in the same room will be hard, but maybe dinner won’t be so bad.

Right?

“Y/nnn!” Fuyumi exclaims as she throws her arms around you, squeezing tightly.

“Haha, hey Fuyumi!” You laugh, hugging her back. “Ugh, I’ve missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too!” Fuyumi grins, eyes scrunching from her bright smile. You pull apart and Fuyumi steps aside to let you in. You place a hand on her shoulder, using her for balance as you remove your shoes. “I’m so glad you could make it! Natsu’s already in the dining room if you want to join him. I’m almost done with food and the others should be here soon.”

“Okay!” You reply, placing your pair of shoes next to the others. You part ways, Fuyumi heading back to the kitchen and you to the dining room. You grip the handle to the shoji door and slide it open gently. Natsuo looks up from his phone at the sound of soft wood scraping wood, eye’s lighting up when he sees you in the doorway.

“Y/n!” He says, happy to see you. You slide the door closed before skittering over to him, falling to your knees and wrapping your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around your torso, face digging into the side of your neck. You both breathe in deeply and melt into each other, tense muscles relaxing at each other’s touch.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” You say, words muffled by your arms.

“You saw me last week,” Natsuo chuckles.

“I know. But it feels like forever!” You unwrap yourself from him to look him in the eyes only to look away immediately, blushing at the proximity. You push off him lightly, scooting yourself back to sit in your own seat. “I’ve just really missed you,” you say delicately, a slight blush still dusted across your cheeks. Natsuo looks at you with a sheepish smile.

“I’ve really missed you too.” A silence falls between you for a moment and you squeeze the hem of your shirt nervously.

“So, I was a little surprised when Fuyumi told me you agreed to coming over,” you faltered. Natsuo tenses and looks away from you, gaze focusing on the wooden grain of the table. “I know it’s hard for you, but it really does mean a lot to her.” you place your hand on his, grasping it gently. “Just- please… try to be civil. For her?” There’s a long pause, and you can tell he’s battling to find the words.

“I told Fuyumi I’d come for dinner… I’m not making promises to stay any longer than I have to,” he muttered, still avoiding your eyes. You sigh softly.

“Okay,” you conceded, not wanting to press the matter any further. “Thank you for still making the effort to come though.” The grimace on Natsuo’s face softens, and he nods. You turn at the sound of the door sliding open and are met with five faces, two of which were unfamiliar. You feel Natsu’s hand stiffen beneath yours and you give him an encouraging squeeze before letting go.

“They’re here!” Fuyumi walks in, the others following closely behind. Everyone shuffles around the table to take a seat, the awkward tension in the air already thick. With everyone placed, Fuyumi sits up on her knees.

“Let’s do introductions again,” she began. “I’m Shoto’s older sister, Fuyumi. I teach at an elementary school nearby.” She turns to you and Natsuo sitting beside her. “This is Natsuo, Shoto’s older brother. He’s currently in college.” Natsuo scratches the back of his neck and gives a short greeting. “And this is Y/n,” Fuyumi continues. “She’s just a family friend, but she’s so close we might as well be related. She goes to the same college as Natsu.” You give a shy little wave to the two strangers.

“Shoto, this is where you introduce your friends,” Fuyumi prompts, looking over to her youngest brother.

“Oh, right,” Shoto says. He introduces his two classmates, Midoriya and Bakugo.

“It’s nice to meet you!” Midoriya says enthusiastically, though a little nervously. Bakugo scowls at him. He clearly doesn’t want to be here. You catch the way Midoriya’s smile drops slightly and you know he’s noticed the tension between Natsuo and Enji. Fuyumi clears her throat.

“Let’s eat before the food gets cold! If there’s anything you don’t want, don’t feel obligated to eat it! I won’t feel bad,” she says. Everyone gives her their thanks before filling their bowls. As you all eat, Midoriya gives his praise to Fuyumi’s food, impressed by how good it is.

“I’m not surprised,” Natsu says. “Fuyumi’s been cooking for a long while since our housekeeper had a back injury.”

“You would cook too, Natsu,” Fuyumi injected. “We would take turns.” Shoto seems surprised by this and turns to his brother.

“Does that mean I ate your food growing up?” Shoto asks. Natsuo’s face twists.

“It’s possible, I can go overboard with seasoning though,” he answers. “Endeavor might have kept you from having it. He always did keep an eye on your diet.” He states, giving the man at the end of the table a glare. You hear Midoriya and Bakugo choke on their food.

“I supposed there is truth to that,” Enji acknowledged. Natsuo looks away with a frown. You drop a hand under the table and place it on Natsu’s knee, silently reminding him of your earlier conversation. Try to be civil. For her. Natsuo inhales deeply, returning to his food to finish the little bit left in his bowl.

“SO!” Fuyumi jumps, trying to recover from the passive aggressive interruption. “Shoto, what kind of food do they serve at the school?” She inquires. Fuyumi’s topic change only lasts long enough for Shoto to answer before Enji speaks again.

“Natsuo,” he says, turning to the white-haired man. “I’d like to try your cooking next time.” You look to Enji with slight surprise. You feel Natsuo take your hand, removing it from his leg before placing his bowl on the table with a clank. He stands up.

“Thanks for the meal sis,” he says, ignoring his father’s words. “I came like I said I would, but now I’m done.” He walks towards the door to leave.

“Wait, Natsuo!” Fuyumi pleads. Midoriya and Bakugo grunt in shock again.

“Wait a second!” You say, standing up yourself.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t do this,” he mutters before sliding the door closed behind him. An uncomfortable silence fills the room. You look down to Fuyumi whose eyes are welling with tears. You sit back down next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder as she quickly wipes at her face.

“Uhh, I’ll go ahead and start cleaning up now. Please, finish eating,” Fuyumi says, her happy tone covering up the pain twisting at her heart. She stands and starts picking up empty plates and dishes. You follow her lead, picking up whatever was unneeded. You follow Fuyumi to the kitchen, placing the dirty dining ware in the sink. You hear a sniffle and turn to see Fuyumi crying softly into her hands.

“I- I just want… I just want us to get along,” she cries. You walk over to her and wrap your arms around her, hugging her tightly.

“I know…” You whisper. Shoto walks in with more dishes, stopping short when he sees his sister crying.

“Is everything okay?” He asks concerned. Fuyumi quickly pulls away from you, sniffling more intensely and rubbing her eyes. She turns to her little brother with a smile on her face.

“Yeah!” She exclaims in her usual cheerful voice. Shoto walks to the sink, placing his dishes down.

“Everyone is done eating,” he says quietly.

“Thanks, Shoto,” you say kindly. The boy nods and walks back out of the room. Once Fuyumi has composed herself, the two of you walk back to the dining room to help finish cleaning up. Fuyumi insists that Midoriya and Bakugo not help, but they’re also adamant to lend a hand. When there’s only a little bit of clean up left to do, you catch Fuyumi, telling her you’re going to head out and try to catch Natsuo. She nods in understanding before giving you another tight hug.

“Thank you for coming,” Fuyumi wavers. You squeeze her even tighter.

“Of course,” You smile. “You’re my family too, you know.” Fuyumi chuckles at this.

“The sister I never had,” she says. You both laugh light heartedly before saying your goodbyes. You walk back to the dining room to give Shoto a hug and say goodbye to his friends as well. You walk quickly to the front of the home and throw on your shoes and jacket, hoping to be able to catch up to Natsuo. But you’re surprised when you open the front door and see the man standing in front of the home, looking up at the sky.

“Natsu?” You call. The man shifts his gaze over to you and gives you a faint smile.

“Hey. I thought I’d wait so we could walk back to campus together.” He breaks eye contact and scratches the back of his neck nervously.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you laugh gently.

“I know, but I wanted to,” he practically whispers. You smile at him and start walking.

“Thank you.”

There’s an odd silence resting between you as walk, both of you thinking about dinner but neither wanting to address it. Natsuo finally speaks up.

“I’m sorry for leaving, Y/n. I just… I can’t stand to be around him,” he seethed. You glance at him before looking back to the concrete pathway.

“You don’t have to apologize. I’m not upset,” You sigh. “Fuyumi was a little hurt though…” Natsu winced.

“I know,” he mutters. Another pause.

“Hey, Nat-” you cut yourself off when you see the paint lines on the street start to move, lifting from the pavement. Before you or Natsuo can process what’s happening, multiple strips of street paint are flying towards you.

“Watch out!” Natsuo shouts and pushes you to the ground. You grunt at the impact and push yourself onto your knees. You look up to see Natsuo hanging above you, wrapped and bound in dried, cracking paint.

“Natsu!” You cry. You hear a deranged chuckle come from the street and you look to find the source. Your eyes widen when you see a man dressed in striped clothing walking towards you, the same strips of paint tied to Natsuo wrapped around him.

“Hahaha, got you!” He says giddily. “Too easy.” Before you can say anything, the villain is bolting off, taking Natsuo with him.

“No! Let him go!” You yell. Without thinking, you chase after them, shoes pounding at the sidewalk. But it’s only a moment before you lose sight of them. No. What do I do? What do I do! You quickly pull your phone out of your pocket and search for the right number. The phone rings for only a second before a deep voice answers.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Todoroki! It’s Natsu!” You panic.

“What happened?” Enji questions. You place a hand over your eyes, trying to calm yourself down enough to explain.

“We were walking back to school and a villain attacked us. He took Natsu!” You hear the man inhale sharply on the other end.

“Do you know where they went?”

“I-I don’t. I tried to follow them bu-but I couldn’t keep up,” you stutter. There’s a sudden noise of tires squealing followed by muffled grunts and shouts.

“He’s here!” Enji says. “Y/n, go back to the house and wait there! I’ll handle this.” And with that, he hangs up. You stand there frozen in shock. You feel your eyes sting and your vision begins to blur. There’s a loud boom in the distance and you whip around to see thick, dark clouds of smoke. That must be them. You turn on your heels and sprint back to the Todoroki household, ignoring the burning in your lungs from both exhaustion and panic.

“Fuyumi!” You call as soon as you step through the front door. You run into the kitchen to find Fuyumi finishing up the dishes, putting away dry plates and bowls. The woman turns around, her face twisted in confusion.

“Y/n? What are you doing back here?” She asks with a giggle. Her expression drops when she notices the hot tears rolling down your face. She puts down the ceramic plates and walks over to you. “What’s wrong?” You press your cold hands to your face, trying to stop your tears.

“Na-Natsu… He-”

“Natsu? Did he do something?” Fuyumi asks, thinking her brother was the reason for your tears. She takes your hands away from your face, squeezing them comfortingly. You shake your head and take a deep, shaky breath.

“A villain took Natsu,” you whimper. Fuyumi freezes.

“What?” She whispers.

“We were almost to campus and a villain came at us. He took Natsuo and ran.” Fuyumi doesn’t say anything, she just stands in shock, gripping your hands in hers. “Enji said he saw them; he told me to come back here.”

“So, dad’s there… It’s okay! He’ll save Natsu and bring him back safely. It’ll be fine!” Fuyumi says, trying to suppress her panic. She forces herself to move, guiding you over the table by your hands. “Shoto and his friends are there too, they’ll help him!” She makes you sit down before walking to a cabinet and pulling out a box of tea leaves.

“I’ll put on some tea, okay? We can have some girl-talk. Just don’t freak out, dads got it.” Fuyumi says encouragingly, though it sounds like she’s speaking more to herself than to you.

The two of you sit at the table, teacups in hand. Fuyumi tries to distract you by telling stories from school, recalling all of the ridiculous and hilarious things her young students have done. And it works, for a while at least, soft giggles leaving your mouths every now and then. But, despite the laughter, both of your minds are still whirling with anxiety, every worst-case scenario being pictured in graphic detail.

Fuyumi glances at you, staring mindlessly into your cup, eyes focused on the swirling tea leaves left behind in the translucent green liquid. Almost an hour has passed and you’ve yet to take even a sip. Fuyumi studies your face, noticing that, under the expression of fear, there’s something else.

Frustration.

Fuyumi smiles and laughs softly, breaking you out of your trance.

“What?” You ask, puzzled. Fuyumi shakes her head gently.

“You really like him, don’t you?” Fuyumi asks, though her tone makes it sound more like a statement than a question. You blink, trying to push away your distracting thoughts for long enough to understand.

“What?” You ask again, even more confused now. The older girl laughs again, this time much more lighthearted.

“I’m talking about Natsu. You like him.” She states bluntly. You stare at her, completely caught off guard.

“I… I don’t know,” You mutter. But you do know. You have for a while. Ever since you were kids, you’d felt differently towards him. The silly childhood crush you had on him never really went away, but instead, continued to grow and mature as the two of you aged. You felt pride in being the person he could go to, and you hoped he felt the same about you. Whether it was sadness, anger, or even just needing to vent after a long day, you were each other’s first go-to.

You’re so grateful for the friendship you have with him. So grateful that you don’t know where you’d be without him. So grateful that you’re willing to do anything if it means he’ll always be in your life. Even if it means bottling your feelings for him and living with the painful, dull ache that tugs at your heart.

And yes, you were frustrated. Annoyed because you’d spent your whole life avoiding the feelings you had for Natsu. Discouraged because you’d naively told yourself you had all the time in the world to one day take the chance and tell him how you feel.

And now, that chance may be taken from you entirely. And you can’t stand it. Your gaze falls back to your now cold tea, hands gripping the fragile glass tightly.

“I think-” You begin to speak but are cut off by the sound of the front door creaking. You and Fuyumi stiffen, eyes locking. Was that the front door?

“Hello?” a familiar deep voice bellows through the halls, a tinge of concern evident. You both simultaneously let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding, the warming sense of relief flowing over you. You jump from the table and dash to the door to see Enji standing in the foyer, Natsu behind him. Fuyumi lets out a sob and runs to her brother, holding onto him like he’s about to disappear.

“You’re okay!” She cries. Natsuo wraps his arms around her, a muttered “yeah” falling from his lips quietly. His eyes widen when he looks past his sister to see you standing in the doorway, heavy tears streaming down your face and your shoulders jerking in silent sobs. Fuyumi breaks away from him, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I’m so relieved.”

You walk over to him, unable to see the expression on his face for the blurry tears filling your eyes. You throw your arms around his torso, face pressing into his chest.

“I was so scared,” you whisper.

“I’m okay.” He hugs you back tightly. As you part, you subconsciously reach for his hand, taking his larger one in both of yours. Enji lets out a heavy sigh before turning to Fuyumi.

“Listen,” he starts with a solemn tone. “I already told Shoto and Natsuo. I know you’re trying to get things ready for your mother to be able to return home peacefully. We’ve placed that burden on you, but it’s too much for you to handle alone… Don’t worry about it anymore.” Fuyumi looks at her father with faint concern.

“I’m going to build a new house. It’ll be in a better location for everyone. Your mother will be discharged soon, you can welcome her home there.” He removes his shoes and makes his way into the house. “I apologize for the late notice, but you should start preparing to move.” Natsuo turns away and you catch the saddened, almost pained look on his face, and you squeeze his hand.

“Wait, Dad!” Fuyumi calls, her voice cracking. “What about you? Won’t you come with us?” She drifts off, almost hesitant to ask. There’s a pause before he answers.

“I’ll be staying here,” He replies bluntly. Fuyumi gasps softly and you wince, feeling as though you heard her heart break yourself. There’s another long pause of silence, the air slowly becoming thick with tension. Enji continues to walk down the hall. “Natsuo, Y/n, Kurumada is waiting outside. He’ll escort you back to school.” And with that, he leaves. The three of you stand there in silence for what feels like forever.

“You two should probably go,” Fuyumi whispers. She turns and gives you a smile, but you can see the small tears forming in her eyes. She walks over to you and wraps her arms around your and Natsuo’s neck, dragging him down to your level. “I love you guys.”

You and Natsuo hug her back, whispering “I love you too” in return. You all let go of each other and it’s only then that you notice you’re still holding Natsu’s hand, and you realize a part of you is almost afraid to let go. You say goodbye to Fuyumi and step outside into the cold, making your way to the car sitting outside of the wooden gate.

Natsu opens the car door and you shuffle inside, finally dropping his hand. The drive to the school is quiet aside from Kurumada’s occasional grumbled comment about “idiots on the road”. You have your head leaned against the window, lost in thought as you watch the street lights whiz by. You finally make it to the school and step out of the car, bowing to Kurumada in thanks before he flies off.

You and Natsu walk in silence to the dormitory. You flinch ever so slightly when you feel Natsu’s hand take yours but soon relax at the comforting warmth of it. You enter the dorm building, still hand-in-hand, coming to Natsuo’s dorm first. You both stop in front of the door, each waiting for the other to speak. A light gasp escapes your lungs when Natsu pulls you gently by your hand into his chest, large arms embracing you desperately. You feel tears slowly return to your eyes as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer.

“I was so worried,” you whisper, trying your best to hold back the sobs caught in your throat. “I was so afraid I might lose you.” Natsuo pulls you impossibly closer, placing a hand on the back of your head. The heavy cries you were trying so hard to keep back break through, tears soaking into his jacket.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” He comforts. He holds you there for a while before pulling away just far enough to see your face. His wipes at your tears, thumbs tenderly stroking the soft skin of your cheeks, and he does so until they come to a stop. He smiles at you softly and runs a hand over your hair. “Try to get some sleep tonight, okay?” You pause for a moment before rolling you eyes with a small giggle.

“You’re crazy if you think I’ll be able to sleep after all of that,” you joke. Natsu laughs quietly. Another silence falls over you but this time it feels less tense.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight?” Natsu offers. You look at him, eyes slightly widened in surprise.

Sure, you’d shared a room, even a bed with him in the past. Being childhood friends, it was something that happened occasionally. But tonight? Something about staying with him tonight felt different. And yet, a part of you was still almost afraid to leave his side, as if he’ll vanish as soon as you do. You nod your head, wordlessly accepting his offer.

“Okay,” he says, taking your hand once more. He walks closer to the door and unlocks it, guiding you inside. You both take off your shoes and jackets, placing them by the door. Natsuo walks over to his dresser, digging through it for a moment before turning back to you with t-shirt and sweatpants in hand. “Here, it’ll probably fit pretty big, but its better than jeans, right?” He jokes, a genuine smile on his face. You giggle and take the clothing from him, muttering a thank you. You walk into the small bathroom to change.

When you come out you see Natsu, who is now in his own pajamas, sitting on the bed, surfing through movies on his tv. “I thought we could watch a movie or something. Your pick!” He says, and you notice that his usual calm-but-happy tone is returning. He lifts up the edge of the throw blanket he has hastily tossed over his legs and pats the empty spot next to him.

“Why does it feel like you’re comforting me more than I’m comforting you? You’re the one who got kidnapped after all,” You chuckle. You make your way over to the bed and sit down beside him, shoulders brushing, and you miss the brief look of nervousness splashed across the man’s face.

“Nah,” he waves his hand dismissively. “You being here is comfort enough for me!” You feel your face warm and you pull the blanket up to your cheeks in hopes of hiding your blushing.

The two of you scroll through the massive selection of movies, silently agreeing to avoid action and thriller type films. You’d both had enough action for one night. You eventually decide on a comedy drama, something lighthearted. You lean against Natsuo, your head just barely resting on his shoulder, and you feel him relax, a soft sigh leaving his lungs. About 20 minutes into the film, you begin to feel like things are normal again, the anxiety in your system finally dissipating. It’s just you and your childhood best friend, watching a movie like you used to do every weekend before your schedules got busy. Childhood best friend. Friend.

Fuyumi’s words come back to you suddenly. “You really like him, don’t you?” You glance at him, his eyes and mind completely focused on the film in front of him, entirely oblivious to the thoughts occurring in your head. Your eyes trace the outline of his profile and you drink in his every detail. His strong jawline, the swell of his lips, his sharp and angular yet soft and kind eyes. It’s at that moment that you know, it’s no longer some silly childhood crush. It hasn’t been for a while now. It’s something more serious, more mature than that. something that, no matter how much he frustrated you or made you sad, would never change.

And the thought that you could have lost him? It made you nauseous. You almost lost your chance to ever tell him what’s on your heart. And you won’t run the risk of losing it again. You turn your eyes back to the tv, yet your attention is no where near the events happening on the screen. You feel your heart start to pound and you ball your hands together in hopes of calming it.

“Natsuo,” you say, and you’re almost surprised he hears you considering how quietly you spoke. He turns to you with a soft hum in acknowledgment.

“Everything okay?” He asks when you don’t say anything, despite having called for his attention. You want to look at him, but the thought of saying what you’re about to say while looking him in the eyes is too much. So you keep your eyes trained on your hands. You squeeze your hands tighter and take a deep breath.

“I love you, Natsuo… I have for a long time, I was just too scared to admit it,” you confess. You feel the man’s gaze harden on you, but he doesn’t say anything, so you continue. “When that villain ran off with you, I was terrified that might be the last time I ever saw you, and I was so mad with myself for having never said anything.”

He still doesn’t say anything and you finally muster the courage to look over at him. But you rip your eyes away as soon as they meet his, a look you can’t quite decipher on his face. Embarrassment and anxiety take over as you begin to ramble, trying to make your confession not sound so serious.

“I know we’ve been friends for a long time and that’s probably all you view me as. I understand if-” Before you can get another word in, a hand is placed gently on the side of your head, guiding your face back to his. Next thing you know, there’s a pair of soft, warm lips on yours. You freeze for a moment, your mind being slow in processing what’s happening. And before you can, the warm sensation is gone and he’s pulling away. You look into his eyes with shock and only see love in his.

“I love you too,” he whispers. He grins brightly before it drops into a smaller, caring smile. You feel your body relax, any worry leaving immediately and instead replaced by those familiar butterflies.

“To tell you the truth, I’m not sure I realized just how much I do until tonight. A lot was going through my head, but one of the main things was realizing how much I love you and how I might never get the chance to tell you that.” He says all of this while looking you directly in the eyes with an expression he’d always kept hidden from you in the past. One full of deep love and care. “I’m so glad I didn’t lose the chance.”

“I love you, so much,” you say, feeling oncoming tears for what feels like the millionth time that night. But this time, they aren’t of pain. Natsuo looks at you, eyes soft and a blush across his face. He pulls you close, lips barely brushing as he speaks against them, cool breath fanning you face.

“I love you too. More than you know.” He presses his lips fervently against yours, his hand snaking behind your neck and your arms wrapping around his. You feel him smile onto your lips before laughing quietly, breaking your kiss. You pull away and place your forehead tenderly against his.

“What?” You ask.

“Your pulse, it’s really fast,” he states. You roll your eyes jokingly.

“I think that’s what happens when you kiss someone you like,” you quip. He chuckles and gives you a mischievous smirk.

“Why don’t we make it a little faster?”

©Cxtori 2023 please do not copy, plagiarize, repost or translate. reblogs are appreciated

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Millie Bright x Reader

Part Three: Triggered

Posted 04/06/23, Edited 27/06/23

“Good morning beautiful 😘” was the first notification you saw as your picked your phone up to look at the time.

Y - “It’s been a long time since I woke up to one of those texts 🤭”

M - “I’m surprised about that”

Y - “get to know me better and maybe you won’t be”

M - “I’d like to, are you going to the game tonight?”

The text exchange continued between both of you, it’s been non-stop since your train ride home a few days ago. You hadn’t gotten tickets for the England v Australia game tonight as the stadium looked tricky to get to and two unknown stadiums in one week was just a bit too much overstimulation. Millie wasn’t taking no for an answer though as she asked you to go with her and to meet at her house, she’ll drive so there’ll be no public transport involved. You said you’ll think about it but in typical Millie fashion she replied “it’s a date, be here at 7 😉” sending you a pin of her address. You didn’t reply after that, still trying to keep her guessing. Of course you’d go if it meant seeing Millie again, your head had been filled with thoughts of her since the day you met.

Climbing out of your car, Millie must have been watching and waiting for your arrival as her front door flew open the moment you pulled up. “Nice coat!” she shouted from the door way, “I’ve got my own in here” calling out to her while opening the boot of your car. “Keep it, it looks good on you” winking as held her arms out for a hug, kissing you on the forehead as she squeezed you tightly then held her passenger door open for you to slip in. “So..” she started whilst turning the radio down “I’m gonna park in the player’s car park and we’re gonna go in through the back door, they don’t show that on the map” - informing you of what’s about to happen. It was admirable that she’d taken on board what you’d said last time and was trying to ensure that you would be comfortable. “I haven’t looked at the map for tonight, I trust you” turning smile at her. For the first time in ages you’d agreed to a spontaneous plan and hadn’t researched it to an inch of it’s life. The conversations you’d had with her for hours on end made you feel safe, like you could rely on her to make sure you have a stress free evening. “That’s probably the best compliment I’ve ever had” turning to look at you and squeezing your thigh. “Okayyy, what I’m hearing is that not a lot of people trust you so I shouldn’t?” jokingly opening the maps app on your phone. “No, stop. Obviously normal compliments are fine but being trusted feels better than say.. being called pretty or something” she shrugged. “Well you’re that too, I’ll see if I still trust ya at the end of the night” you chuckled softly. Each of you knew that the feelings between you were mutual and the days of pretending you didn’t were long gone.

Millie guided you across the car park towards the stadium, away from the hustle and bustle of thousands of fans making their way inside. As you neared closer her hand grazed against yours before locking your fingers together making your tummy do cartwheels. Flashing her lanyard and getting waved inside she lead you up the stairs and into a box, grabbing you both a tea and settling into your seats where she made sure you were on the aisle again. Eyeing up the line up together her head was almost on your shoulder as she leant over to look at your phone. The game was bleak, Millie watched you stand up and sit down every two minutes shouting support at the team. At a moment where you were sitting her hand found it’s way onto your thigh again “I love how into this you get” she chuckled softly. “I’m comfortable, I’m not like this if I’m not” shrugging at her comment. “Like the first game?” she asked, you nodded and explained how being yourself is harder when you’re uncomfortable then asked if she’s frustrated watching her team losing. “No, you watch the game but I’m studying it. Where we’re going wrong, what could have been done differently. It’s all learning. Yeah it’s gutting but it helps us prepare for the World Cup… you carry on though, it’s cute” nudging her shoulder into yours. “My friends think I’m embarrassing” standing up again “I’d prefer you to be yourself” the defender’s hand grazed your back as she stood up next to you.

The evening was filled with smiley flirty glances towards each other and at half time she made her move, lifting her arm up and around your shoulders allowing you to snuggle into her. You reminded your date that the cameras would probably show her at some point but she didn’t care. This made you blush a little as you sunk further into her; with your feet up on the seats in front of you, it felt super cosy. We came away with a loss, the first L under Sarina’s management. It was a tough pill to swallow as fan and player but you couldn’t have been prouder of the team. Losing made you appreciate women’s football, the crowd just accepted it and moved on. No arguments or swearing or violence - proud of the players regardless. Allowing the fans to trickle out of the stadium before making your exit, Millie held your hand every step of the way and once in the car park wrapped her arm around your shoulders again as you walked across the car park together. Her hand firmly on your thigh the entire drive home.

Pulling up outside the house you were quick to climb out the car and wave goodbye. As you headed towards your own car a hand clasped around your wrist, Millie was pulling you back towards her. “Can’t wait to get away from me aih?” she asked with a smirk as her forefinger stroked the hair out of your face. “No.. it’s not that” looking down at your feet as your reply was muttered, “what is it then?” using the same finger to lift your chin so you were looking up at her. Her bright blue eyes and floppy blonde bun made you subconsciously moisten your lips as your eyes flickered between her facial features. This told her everything she needed to know as she moved her hand to the side of your neck, taking up most of the space on your skin as she leant down to place a kiss softly upon your lips. Tiptoeing to reach her as her other hand held the small of your back pulling you into her, yours balanced on her hips as your lips entwined further. “Stay with me” escaped her mouth between kisses, your lips smiling against hers as small nods moved your head in agreement, faces still joined together until she pulled away to guide you towards the house. You’d had such a good night that you didn’t want it to end. Watching her close the door behind her you were quickly pulled back into her arms “I’ll have my coat back now” she giggled softly as she pushed it over your shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Kicking your shoes off she wrapped her arms around your waist and you draped yours around her neck, tiptoeing to reach her as your lips found their way together again. As she started to lift you up off the floor you broke the kiss off “you shouldn’t be doing that” concerned about her knee, “don’t worry about it” her voice had turned husky between kisses as you connected your legs around waist. She walked you over to the sofa, sitting down with you on top of her, hands on each others face. Pulling her bunchie out to release her wavy blonde hair made your smile bigger as it dropped past her shoulders. “You have a beautiful smile” she said tucking your hair behind your ears before kissing you again “I’ve been dying to do this since I met you” she whispered. You questioned her statement as she seemed so grumpy, she insisted that she was smitten the moment you shared your food with her. “That’s why I sat down next to you, I couldn’t have gone inside” she reassured you that she didn’t realise how blunt she came across, especially if you don’t know her very well. All that was blown away now as you felt her hands pull your head towards hers. Spending the night getting to know each other’s mouths until you fell asleep on her chest. As she stroked your hair your mind filled with happy little flutters. You felt like you’d finally found your person, someone that took the time to truly understand you.

[airenyah]

QL Wrapped 2023

i was tagged by @nongnaos and @ranchthoughts thank youuu <333

i meant to upload this at the latest by december 31st, but the thing is when i saw the tag i was a little overwhelmed at first bc i didn't know how to fill it out and then once i had it all written out i had a super hard time deciding on what to gif and then it all ended up taking soooo much longer than planned. and now it's already 2024. oops. well, better late then never...

so without further ado:

You watched 12 QLs this year that's about 264 hours!

(i'm counting only qls that started airing 2023 bc i didn't keep track of every single show that i watched and it's a lot easier to count all the 2023 dramas on mdl lmao)

You primarily only watched QLs from Thailand

i blame my bachelor thesis for this which i was writing on the translation strategies of thai to eng and also the fact that i'm learning thai, so any time i watch a series i'm like "do i watch something from a country other than thailand tonight??" only for a little voice in my head to go "yeah but you COULD be spending your evening practicing thai listening skills" so yeah...

You spent way too much time thinking about these characters: Pat Napat Jindapat

listen. LISTEN. i know ok, i know bad buddy is from 2021 not from 2023. however!!!!! bad buddy was part of our skyy 2 and that included my boy pat and so i'm counting it!!!! i'm always thinking about pat napat jindapat ok bye

no for real tho. i am NOT kidding when i say i have spent hours on end thinking about pat in the year of our lord 2023, two full years after the show dropped:

maybe in 2024 i'll finally sit down and write that meta that's been in my head for two years now

Your favorite show was Moonlight Chicken

it's gotta be the chicken show for me. yeah. it just felt so... idk, real in a way. idk how to explain it. i'm not even obsessing over mlc all that much but any time it pops into my head i go all kinds of 😭😭😭 and 🥰🥰🥰

not to mention the firstmix

the heartliming

and most importantly earth and fourth as an uncle/nephew duo??

i am so🥺🥺🥺

special shoutout also to jimbo the cat (left) who looks almost exactly like coco, my family's cat (right):

Another one of your favorites was Last Twilight

just. the way p'aof shows relationships on screen okay. yeah.

i cry

You are still stuck in this hallway:

yeah i've been thinking about the yank-kiss-yeet scene from hidden agenda and joke breaking down afterwards in that very hallway for 19 weeks straight gay. bye.

The soundtracks you listened to the most were:

(according to my spotify wrapped top 5)

Just Friend? (Bad Buddy)

Our Song (Bad Buddy)

น้ำลาย (My School President Cover)

Secret (Bad Buddy)

yeah. i've given up on the "only 2023 media" thing. if we're talking songs only from series released in 2023 then i've got love love love (our skyy 2) on no. 32 and no more empty nights (our skyy 2) on no. 46 on my spotify wrapped

also if you're wondering what the 5th song (on no.3 in reality) from my top 5 was that's missing above where i only mentioned four songs, well, it's none other than tilly birds' same page? which yeah. is also bad buddy related. surprise surprise 🤭

Your overall bl mood was P'Aof

You created 15 gifsets (of which "only" 1/3 were about making other shows about bad buddy)

you can find them here

You shazammed 295 royalty free background music pieces/songs from thai dramas

fun fact: i haven't mentioned this publically yet but since thai dramas keep using the same music over and over again in various series i've actually started collecting the different songs/pieces and i'm planning on making a side blog about it. i just want to go through some more dramas first before i publish anything. so this is something you can look forward to in 2024 dkjfkfdj

currently shazamming my way through bad buddy (you may have seen my blorbo breakdown about pran in the ep4 sleepover scene the other week that was triggered by me shazamming all of ep4). next on the list: theory of love and the eclipse. it takes ages tho, so don't expect it any time soon

Your favorite acting pair was JoongDunk

(is anyone even surprised by this lol)

no but for real whatever these two have going on, i'm intrigued:

i just. i love their energy ok. they're fun. and they're clearly having fun

i couldn't decide on what to gif so here's a little compilation bc fuck it, this is my post and i get to do whatever the fuck i want

(actually there's more that i could have put in there but i didn't wanna waste any more time with posting this tag game and also i was trying to keep the compilation somewhat short lmao)

they are such silly little idiot boys ("little" says the 155cm tall short person about the 180+cm giants 🤭) and i adore them &lt;3

their energy is essentially this meme and i'm so here for it:

and they just communicate so well when they're performing and you never feel like either of them is "alone" on stage (doing his own thing in his own little bubble), it's SUCH a joy to watch!!!! once again plugging two of my all time fave performances that i've been rewatching over and over again for the last 3 months:

also dunk is just SO little brother-shaped to me idek!! looking at his face just makes me go into big sister mode. it doesn't help that he's only like a month or so older than my actual little brother. AND he reminds me a lot of one of my fave kids from my youth group that i used to go to for years. dunk natachai has klein-andi energy and you all don't know what that means but i know what that means as does my mom and she agrees. so.

tagging:

i feel so ashamed for not making it in time before 2023 ended so i'm not gonna tag anyone but if you see this and you really wanna do it bc you haven't done it yet then please do so and tag me because i say so!!

and mutuals, send me yours bc i'm not sure i saw everyone else's!!!! (@celestial-sapphicss @moonkhao @visualtaehyun @telomeke @waitmyturtles @dribs-and-drabbles did you guys do this already and if yes, send me yours? i must have missed it 🥺🥺🥺)

[lemmetreatya]

Hello hello hello! I hope your day/night has been good so far <3 I'm here to request Giorno with black!Reader (preferably female!) who asks him what kind of girls he likes and a casually describes her if that's ok? 🤭

Never Would Have Thought — Giorno x fem!black reader

contains: use of alcohol

this request was so cute omg!! i hope i did it justice!! (also to those who sent a request, yes i have seen it and yes i will get to it!! things are just going really slow rn bc i wanna write these well and i have a lot of work to do but i WILL get to them 🫶🏾)

part 2

“Since when did you pregame?”

A light smile etched it’s way onto your lips as you watched Giorno take a swig of your bottled drink, his actions as dainty as ever. You’re not sure why, but the way the alcohol easily slipped down his throat and the way his adam’s apple bobbled with each gulp, entranced you.

“I never ‘didn’t’ pregame, just never felt like doing it. ” He rasped once the bottle was free from his lips.

Wiping his free hand over his mouth, Giorno signalled the bottle in your direction. He leaned back onto your bed and propped himself up, the slacks of the furniture creaking along with his movements.

Your smile was light.

“Well, it’s a nice change. I’m not sure if this party's gonna be any good so at least I know someone’s gonna be turnt with me.”

Taking the bottle from him, you took a drink of your own. It was now Giorno’s turn to be inquisitive as his sky blue eyes watched the way your mouth clasped the rim, your thick glossy lips in the same place his just were. An ‘indirect kiss’, as Mista would say.

Actually, speaking of the guy…

“Whens Guido getting here?” Giorno asked, his eyes now focused on your bedroom walls as yours were now focused on him.

With a quick expression of remembrance you lowered the bottle from your mouth. Some of it splashing onto your chin.

“Oh, yeah! He said he’s gonna be running a bit late coz’ his car needs a jumpstart.” You picked up your phone that sat besides you on your bed, unlocking the device and opening up the chat messages between you and Mista.

Giorno deeply wanted to groan at Mista’s negligence to invest in another car, especially since he was supposed to be your ride to the party tonight. With the amount of money he spent trying to fix the one he had, he’d do better off selling it for scrap parts and buying a much newer and much mote reliable model.

It was even more annoying because Giorno’s warned him plenty times that the unreliability of the car was an impediment to everyone, especially Giorno himself because he currently had his license suspended (don’t ask).

However, part of him was grateful for Mista’s inability to listen to others and seek wise guidance because if Mista was going to take forever to get here, it meant that in the mean time, Giorno would get to spend ‘forever’ with you.

“Dang, that sucks.” The Joestar eyed the way some of the alcohol droplets darkened spots into your shirt. “What should we do in the mean time then?”

Locking and then discarding your phone, you wiped at all the spilled liquid that splattered your clothes and face. For his own sanity, Giorno had to glance away. Even though you were comfortable with each other, he couldn’t promise that he wouldn’t ogle your innocent reveal of deeper cleavage.

Shrugging, you passed the bottle back to the blonde.

“Dunno.” When Giorno received the drink from you, you took that as your queue to flop down onto your bed. However, after not even three seconds of rest, you sat back up.

“Actually, can I ask you a question?”

“You just did.”

With a roll of your eyes, you dismissed his predictable comment.

“God, you’re so corny.”

Giorno wanted to laugh freely, but his mouth was still full of alcohol (and the distant taste of artificial cherry lip gloss), and so he had to laugh with his mouth closed. You slightly pushed him to the side in reaction, your contact light as he swayed twice.

“No, I’m being for real. Like, I’m curious about something.” You piped.

Whilst he was gulping back what was already in his mouth, you wondered how you were going to phrase your question. Since Giorno was quite reserved you didn’t want to ask him anything that would make him uncomfortable or pry in a direction he didn’t deem fit. However, with undiluted alcohol now running through both of your blood streams you think now would be the best of times to ask.

“What’s your type?”

At the stating of your question Giorno covered his mouth with his fist. As his eyes stared at you with hooded austere, he made sure to swallow the rest of his drink and place the bottle down before properly replying.

“My type? As in girls?” He queried.

“Or guys. I see the way you look at Mister Mista sometimes, I can’t just presume.”

The blonde blinked at you twice before breaking out into a short yet loud guffaw. He was able to laugh properly now and for that he was grateful. He always seemed to find you so amusing.

“I…Please.”

With an easy yet questionable smile, you answered back.

“What’s so funny, I’m being serious!”

“I know you are.” Waving his hand, Giorno was quick to console your presumptions. “But no, that’s not the case.”

You nodded in clarification, understanding where he was coming from but you still wanted an answer. Looking over at the guy, you allowed your giddy emotions of anticipation to decorate your face.

“Okay, so?” You cheesed. This was something you definitely wanted to know now.

“My type.” He thought aloud.

Giorno has an idea of what his type is.

In fact, he was very aware of who he wanted and why he liked them. All that left for him to do was contemplate if now was the time for him to be wholly honest.

Either way, Giorno doesn’t think you’d appreciate him telling you the answer so easily. He knows you were always up for a tease and so he pretended to hum in thought.

“My type is… girls that wear cherry lipgloss.”

The pupils of your eyes rolled upwards into your head as a loud and low groan bellowed out from your mouth.

“Giooornoo, that ain’t a type. Anyone can wear cherry lipgloss, the hell? I can wear cherry lipgloss. In fact I’m wearing some right now.”

“Really?” He teased.

You moved closer towards him and smacked your lips in his direction so that he could smell the whaft of your gloss. The alcohol playing Tomb Raider within Giorno’s veins made it easier for him to lean right in and take a intruding smell. God, his nose was so close to your lips that any closer would warrant that he’d be smelling NK Cherry gloss for the rest of the night.

“Oh right. So you are.” He breathed once he pulled back.

Like he didn’t already know that.

“Your type. Tell it to me.” You pried.

Laying backwards onto your bed, Giorno folded his hands together as he looked up at your ceiling. However a spark of anxiety clicked on within his chest as his eyes anxiously focused on the adolescent glow stars that stuck above him.

Part of him wondered if he should be genuinely honest with you now because yeah, he wants to tell you the truth, but the conscious part of him was holding back. It’s not like he wouldn’t say anything — Giorno’s already decided that he was going to tell you — he just hopes he doesn’t regret his decision.

“I like when a girls inquisitive about my interests and the things I like.” He said.

Before you could even register it, a soft sigh left your mouth.

You joined Giorno in lying down properly on your bed. Momentarily closing your eyes you gathered your thoughts before turning your head in your friend’s direction, your cheek squashed against your duvet.

“Giogio. You know, you’re great — Great, great, great guy — but I’ll be straight with you and tell you that was kinda lame.”

You brought a friendly hand over to lay on his chest, shaking him as he lay next to you. A warm smile made it’s way onto the blonde’s face as he let himself be shaken by you. He realises then, in his mind, that he likes it when you touch him.

You stopped shaking the man once he had laid his hand on top of yours, his nimble individual limbs easily finding your own and clasping between the slots of your fingers.

From that alone, your breath hitched in your throat.

The both of you usually held hands. Well, not usually, but it was normal for you to hold each other in close vicinity. And you never thought anything wildly of it; because Giorno was your good friend (right?) and these actions never meant anything more than that (right?!).

So right now, concerning that Giorno was giving you a look you’d never seen him give you before, all you could do was speculate that this was the effects of alcohol and that there was nothing ulterior behind his behaviour.

“C’mon man, gimme something solid.” You softly churned, smile warm and pupils doey.

Cerulean eyes stared back at you with intrigue but you didn’t know how to receive his approach. But once you felt Giorno’s thumb endearingly rub at your skin, you knew he was finally going to be serious with you.

“I like girls that pregame with me on top of their bed whilst we wait for our other friend to get here so he can drive us to dead parties.” He humbly mumbled.

Embarrassingly, it took you awhile to catch the hint Giorno was throwing you, eyebrows profusely furrowed with mild confusion. But it’s when you finally caught on, that your eyes widened with shock.

“Wait, oh…You—Giorno.”

The blonde held his tongue from replying straight away. More so because his heart was hammering against his chest, and he’s so sure you could hear it too, but even more so because he wanted to know your immediate reply.

But despite the confession, you felt oddly calm. A part of you knew you were supposed to feel a certain way because you’re really good friend had just revealed to you that you were his ideal type.

Or did he?

Knowing how much of a tease Giorno could be, you wondered if it was just that he was baiting you with.

Pouting, you questioned his casual confession.

“You better not just be saying that as a joke.” You unsurely asked.

Shaking his head, the blonde assured you else wise. You didn’t miss how his hands clasped onto yours tighter.

“No, I give you my word. I meant what I said. You’re genuinely my ideal type.” He muttered the last part.

Breathing heavily out of your nose you had to close your eyes for a second. You hadn’t planned or readied yourself for a confession tonight. Hell, you’d prepared for a rubbish party — not for one of your greatest friends to tell you… this.

A long whine made it’s way out of your throat as you covered your eyes with your other arm.

“Giogio, why didn’t you say something sooner, man? Why is it only now that I’ve asked you your type that you confess this to me?”

Despite your whine, the Joestar knew you were doing anything but.

Giorno gave you a pleasant smile as he raised your joined hands to his lips, giving the partnership an impromptu kiss on your side. Your skin flickered with the aftertouch of his kiss once he dropped your hands back onto his chest.

“How else was I going to tell you? Blurt it out in a raw confession in front of everyone we know? You don’t like that typa stuff.”

With a face of denial you removed your arm from your eyes as you hummed sarcastically.

“Uhm. How do you know that’s not what I’d want?”

“Because I know you.” He instantly quipped.

“Because you know me?”

“Mhm.”

All you could do was sigh humorously. Maybe the alcohol was getting to your head because how was this happening right now and how were you so casual about it?!

“Giorno, you’re so silly.” You cutely cooed as a giggle unapprovingly trickled out of your mouth.

The Joestar couldn’t help but to watch over you with a joy that he knows he hadn’t felt before. Maybe you did have a point; why did it take so long for him to confess to you?

A part of him felt ashamed that it was you who had to spark that journey in him. He hadn’t even cared that you were yet to confess back — and he wouldn’t force that of you; you had no obligation to feel the same way. But there was something churning at Giorno’s chest, nudging at his heart that assured him that wasn’t something he had to worry about.

All he wanted to do right now was embask in this moment with you, pregame or not.

“Maybe.” He mumbled. Your eyes were very pretty. Also, since when did your face get this close? “But you like em’ silly.”

Laughing again, you couldn’t help but to watch Giorno’s face with full intent of communicating a speechless message.

Squeezing his hand, you huffed aloud.

“Shit, you really do know me.”

(Sixteen minutes later, Mista arrives at your front door in a bounty of condolences, apologising profusely for his tardiness.

It then took him seven more minutes to notice how the two of you were intimately holding hands and staring enchantedly into each other’s eyes.)

[catt-leya]

Can you do f!readerxrick “Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight.” Something about you going against his orders, or being possessive over you ….whatever you prefer……

Punishment (18+) || Rick Grimes

I just whipped up a little something this morning 👀

I would call it more a train of thought than a whole fic 🤭 But I wish you a lot of fun anyway 💗

Trigger: slapping, dirty talk, degrading,...

The moment I walk through the gate, I know Rick is mad at me.

I just have to catch a glimpse of him leaning against a car with his arms crossed and he's gritting his teeth.

He can be really intimidating when he's as angry as he is right now, but I jut my chin, which at my measly 5'6" gives me maybe 2 to 3 more inches, and walk toward my boyfriend.

I stop in front of him and he pushes off the car. 

Inwardly I curse the fact that he still towers over me and I have to put my head back in my neck to look at him.

Silently he stares at me and I swallow the small lump that has formed in my throat: "You don't tell me when I can leave Alexandria and with whom. I left because I wanted to and I'm not your prisoner to lock up."

This morning everything was fine between us until I told him that I wanted to have a look around in the forest. 

Actually, it shouldn't be a problem and as protective as Rick is of me, he has never ordered me to stay home without a valid reason.

Today it was the first time and he simply forbade me to go out of Alexandria, which of course was a reason for me to go into the forest.

Now I can see in his eyes HOW angry he is with me and I have to force myself not to duck my head because Rick is really intimidating in that state. 

He's never raised his hand to me before and I'd bet my life that he never would either, but when he raises his hand to take mine I flinch for a moment.

Something flashes in his eyes briefly and then he pulls me behind him without a word. 

I try to break free of his grip, but it's impossible as I stomp after him grumbling.

Once inside our house he lets go of me and I throw my arms in the air, "Are you just going to scowl at me or do you have something to say too?"

Dangerously slow, he turns to me and answers in a raspy voice, pressed, "What do you want me to say? I told you not to go outside and what do you do? You just walk out."

Again I nag at him, "That you're sorry maybe? I'm not your property. You can't order me to do whatever you want and then assume I'll do whatever you want."

His bright eyes bore into mine as he growls, "Are you sure about that?"

I can't help the way my body reacts to his words and presence, but I ignore it and tug my jacket off my shoulders, "Yes, Rick."

My breathing is heavy and Rick still seems tense to the extreme, even though his words are velvety smooth: "What if I ask you to bend over the kitchen counter?"

Immediately my eyes dart to our kitchen, "What?"

Rick takes a big step toward me and takes my chin between his fingers, turning my face toward him so I have to look at him as he hums, "Take off your pants and bend over the kitchen counter."

My first reflex is to do exactly as he says, but that would do anything but reinforce my point. That's why I say, "No." 

The tremor in my voice gives me away, but I stop.

Yeah, usually Rick never orders me around, except when it comes to sex. 

That's when he always has the upper hand, and I actually enjoy letting him take control, but this is about something other than sex.

His grip tightens and he hisses, "Do you really want me to force you?"

Still I don't move an inch, nor do I intend to, when he grabs my neck and forces me forward. I brace myself against him with all my weight and growl, "Let me."

But unfortunately Rick is clearly physically superior to me, which I actually think is pretty hot, but right now is just humiliating.

I struggle against him and try to break free, but he grabs my hands and holds them together with his other free hand on my back.

Unable to move, he pushes me down on the counter with my torso and I try to kick him with my foot and hiss, "Fucking hell, Rick! That's enough. Let go of me. You can't do this."

My body is flooded with a strange mixture of fear and arousal as he presses up against me from behind and I can feel his hard cock against my ass.

Slowly he releases his hand from my neck, but still keeps my hands locked on my back and tugs my underpants including panties off my legs, making me squirm again and I whine breathlessly, "Rick, stop."

I know he can see my wet panties and it weakens my words, but I don't want to let him subdue me like that and I'm about to kick him again when he puts the flat of his hand on my butt, lunges and slaps me. 

Yes, he actually slaps me on my rear and I can't put into words how ashamed I am that a moan slips from my lips.

My bottom is on fire and I don't fight back anymore because it's pointless.

He strokes the burning spot, lunges, and slaps me again.

God, this is turning me on.

Rick takes a third swing and I stick my butt out at him again. 

After the third blow, he whispers harshly, "You like that?"

Weakly, I nod and my resistance begins to crumble.

Determiningly, he pushes my legs apart and asks, "If I let go of you now, will you stay down?"

Again I nod and he releases my wrists so I can lay my palms flat beside me and he strokes my cheek, "Open your eyes and look in the mirror."

Blinking, I open my eyes, which I've been squinting the whole time, and look in the mirror, which hangs so that I can see myself bent over the counter, half naked, and Rick close behind me.

His eyes are greedily fixed on my nakedness and I can't take my eyes off him.

He briefly looks into my eyes through the mirror before looking to his hand, which he slides between my legs and demands, "Watch how submissive you can be. That you'll do anything I want after all. Watch it."

In fact, I can't take my eyes off the reflection and when he slides a finger into my heat much more gently than I expected, I push myself toward him, moaning. 

As angry as I still am at him, it completely fades into the background as I watch him fuck me from behind with his fingers and I give myself to him completely.

Again and again he penetrates me and I moan his name hoarsely as he withdraws his fingers from me and instead opens his pants and pulls them down just enough to free his cock and fills me again in one fluid motion.

Reflexively, I push up on my toes because he is way too deep inside me but he grabs me by the waist and forces me down to sink himself completely inside me and I whimper, "Don't. You're too big."

I can feel his tip all the way up my belly and he whispers, "Shhh, you can do it. We both know that."

Panting, I try to relax and bathe myself in his panting as my muscles tighten around him again and again as I get used to him.

Each time he takes me from behind, the experience is always intense and I stare at the vein on his neck that stands out clearly as he gives me a moment to get used to him.

Slowly he pulls back only to slide hard and deep inside me again and I slide back up onto my toes, causing his hands to tighten around my waist and he growls, "Move one more time and you won't cum today."

Surrendered, I let him thrust into me and with each movement on his part, my moans become more unbridled and desperate.

Never before has he subdued and used me in this way. 

But in a twisted way, I like it.

I can feel my wetness dripping down my legs and can barely catch my breath as he looks at me in the mirror and gasps, "Good girl. See how beautiful you are when I fuck you senseless?"

My mind goes blank and I can't bring myself to say anything other than his name.

I feel Rick twitch inside me and when he slides his hand between us, it's all over me and him.

Panting, my insides tighten and I feel his cum pumping uncontrollably into me.

With trembling legs I remain lying and it does not interest me that his liquid mixed with mine makes a way over my legs.

When I meet our gaze now in the mirror, his eyes are full of love he slowly helps me up, with me still so wobbly on my feet that he has to hold most of my weight.

My cheek is pressed against his chest as I listen to his rapid heartbeat and he can be heard murmuring softly, "I've been an ass and I'm sorry. I know I can't boss you around, but after Jack's wife just lost her arm recently because she was out alone, I'm afraid something might happen to you and I wouldn't be there to stand by you or intervene."

Blinking, I turn my head so I can look at him as he continues, "I couldn't bear it if something happened to you."

My heart grows big and soft in my chest and I place my hands on his cheeks so he's looking at me as I whisper, "Thank you for the apology and I understand your concern. I can't promise you that everything will always be okay. But I promise to give it my all to always come back to you. Always."

Gently I pull him down to me and kiss him tenderly on the lips because he is all I have and I am all he has left.

@positive-squid @hail-yourselves @mrsxreeves

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Fandom; Six of Crows & Shadow and Bone

So, i'm kind of obsessed with Kaz lately and i see that tumblr lucks of some Kaz ffs, so i decided to write one...

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Lose you to Love me- Kaz Brekker x Reader Part 1

Part 2

Summary; After a long time of Kaz ignoring you, you decide to free him from his misery... you.

warnings; angst... like i am so sorry if u cry, mistakes here and there

words; 1.7k

You hated your life. You hated yourself. You hated every little detail about you. You hated everything about you and all because of him.

You were tired of fighting for him. You were tired of waiting for a response. You were tired of crying yourself to sleep every night because of him.

Kaz.

The boy you loved but never showed you any kind of affection.

You had met him years ago, they could say that you were the oldest member of his gang. You both started of as friends. Kind of weird but yes, for a small time period you were pretty close friends. A couple years later he started distancing himself from you and you had no idea why he was doing that. Later you found out you had feelings for him, that as time was passing by, were becoming even stronger. And that was hurting you so bad, because he wouldn't pay you any attention.

When you'd be in the same room together, he would completely ignore you, like you wouldn't even exist. When you were trying to talk to him about a mission he either would answer you with a yes or no or he would just shrug you off.

He made you feel worthless, like a burden. You didn't care if he loved you back, you just wanted your best friend back.

Today you were about to execute a very dangerous mission with the others and Kaz would be attending too.

You saw him entering the Crow Club, as you were all waiting for further instructions. This mission was very crucial and you'd be risking a lot. Even your own lives. Never in all those years that you were accompanying him, had you ever attended such mission. You weren't scared though. For your insecurities, you were the bravest of all. That's why you never expected something like what happened afterwards.

As Kaz was explaining his plan, you were all listening very carefully, when towards the end he directed his word to you.

“You are not coming with us tonight.” He said in a cold manner, leaving you and all the others speechless. If only one person was supposed to execute that mission, it was you. You were the most cunning of all and everyone knew that.

“Excuse me?” You finally said, feeling the anger taking a toll on you. Kaz looked at you in shock. Never would he have thought that you would bring any kind of objection to what he was saying.

“What?” He gasped.

“I mean, why would you leave me behind? You know i'm pretty much needed on that mission.” You complained.

“My decision is final. You are not to come with us.” He said coldly.

“Yes, I am coming!” You raised your voice.

“How dare you talk to me like that.” He was losing his temper.

“I am allowed to speak as I wish! I do not owe you anything. I joined in all this shit just because I thought of you as a friend and wanted to help you. After all those things that you have put me through, I am still here and you haven't ever give me any kind of recognition, you have never talk to me in years! What the fuck did I do wrong? Where did I fail you? The only thing I did was to follow every single damn command of what you were ordering me to do.” You were really upset right now and you could clearly see his grip tightening on his cane.

He sat up from his position and approached you slowly. His tall figure stood right in front of you and you could feel his hot breath tingling your ear.

“Don’t you ever dare to speak to me again like that or I will not hesitate to kill you right away.” He whispered through gritted teeth, but for some reason you knew that he was bluffing.

He would never attempt to kill the very first person that helped him become who he is right now. The only person that ever truly cared about him and was there for him through thick and thin. Or wasn't he?

You didn't get your chance to answer back to him though, as he waved for the others to follow him as he left.

You were surrounded by every kind of emotions at that moment. Hatred, anger, sadness, love… yes, love. After everything he had done to you, you still loved him.

But you had enough! You couldn't take any of this anymore, so you decided to do the only thing that felt reasonable. Leave him. Hurt. That was the feeling that was accompanying your decision, but you had made your mind and there was no turning back.

As you rushed to your room, you packed your clothes in a back, took your weapons with you and closed that one door behind you, that had given you once hope for love, many years ago. And like that you started making your way far far away from that place which had broke you. Far away from the man that you ached for, the man that you loved.

***

When Kaz and the others returned from an- strangely enough- successful mission, he thought that he should talk to you. He had never spoke to you like that, he didn't want to. That wasn't his intention, to hurt you. He only wanted to keep you away from any kind of danger. He couldn't bare the thought of losing you. He lost too many men tonight, he couldn't have lost you too. He wasn't going to have your blood on his hands, because… he loved you.

Yes he did. He had admitted it so to himself after years of trying to deny it and push his feelings away, but he didn't last long. That was why he was pushing you away constantly. He thought of you as his weakness. You were the only person that he could ever sacrifice his life for. He would bring the world to your feet to make you happy. But he was scared too.

He couldn't bare the thought of what could’ve happen if someone was to kidnap you for leverage. He was feeling sick in the stomach of what you'd have to go through with those people.

All those thoughts were surrounding his mind as he was making his way towards your room. When he reached his destination, he hesitated. He froze at his feet. He didn't know what to tell you or how you would react seeing him in your room after all this time. But he had to man up and knock on your door. And that's what he did after he took a deep breath. However, he waited a few moments and there was no answer.

He then got worried that something bad could've happen to you and he burst the door open facing a cold- empty room.

Your belonging were gone. Your clothes, your jewels, you weapons… everything was gone. You were gone!

There on your bed he could see a white envelope with your handwriting on it. With trembling feet and hands he made his way towards it and took it in his hands.

To Kaz Brekker.

He could see his name written on the pale paper.

From Y/n.

How has he missed your name, even though it was the only thing consuming his mind every day and every night. He slowly opened the letter.

My dear Kaz,

I don't even know if you will ever read this letter, but it's worth the try. I just want to let you know that I am okay, wherever I might be. I know that you won't even care, or maybe won't even notice that i'm missing, but somewhen you cared. I know you still do, don’t ask me how i do. I can't do this anymore, Kaz. I can't keep on pretending that everything's fine, because it's not, I am not fine. I hate myself, I hate every single thing about me, because somehow that thing, me, made you disgusted. Disgusted of my existence. What did I do wrong Kaz? Where did I fail you? All I wanted was to please you and I am so sorry that I disappointed you. You were my best friend, Kaz. The only thing that matter to me and i've lost you now. I loved you Kaz, always did and will, forever. I have loved you since the day I met you. I love you so bad, that it hurts. It hurts to know that the only thing that ever brought light into my miserable life, hates me, loathes me. I am so sorry to have ruin your days, your life. That was never my intention. All I ever wanted was to show you my affection, my passion, my love. All I ever wanted was to make you happy, make you proud of me, make you see that I truly care about you. I wanted to wake up next to you every single day, to see your smile, to hear your laugh. But you never let me show you those things Kaz.

Why?

Why do you hate me so much? Have you got any idea how bad it hurts to know that you hate me, you see as a burden. Please forgive me for I have made your days miserable, for I have loved you. I hope that you have a good life from now on. Maybe even find a woman that will love you as much as I do. I wish you well, my dear Kaz. I love you. Always…

Yours, Y/n.

At the end of the letter Kaz couldn’t hold his tears in anymore. He had lost you. The only thing that was keeping him going. The only thing that he craved and loved. You!

You were gone and he had no idea where you could have been.

He had no idea that he had hurt you so much. The only thing he wanted now was to find you and hug the life out off you, while drowning in kisses.

He never had known true love. Not until he met you. The only thing that he was left with now was a broken heart. But he deserved it after what he had done to you. His one. His light. His world. His home.

His everything…