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xotoru · 5 months ago

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Guys im ovulating rn and this idea popped up into my head….. MHA boys x ovulating reader at a party or smth, and they notice? :3

I hope you like the way I did this nonie! also sorry this took so long....

Needy

𝖲𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌:𝗋𝖾𝗊!

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: kissing, afab reader, swearing, p in v, fingering, making out, mostly suggestive, quick lazy smut mostly, badly proofread

𝖥𝖾𝖺𝗍: Katsuki.B, Shoto.T, Eijiro.K, Denki.K, Hanta.S, Izuku.M.

Bakugo.K

he would notice the second you don’t snap back at his attitude

The flashing lights and blaring music were nothing short of headache inducing.not a single part of you could care though. Even in the sea of people moving and jumping around all you could seem to think about was him.it had easily become too much, and soon you found yourself excusing your tired self to the kitchen where last you heard he was.

once you pushed past a few sweaty drunk people your eyes immediately landed on him. he was leaned against the sink drinking something from a red solo cup.his same rbf evident as he nodded along to the music by himself.even though he was probably annoyed you dragged him here and had a migraine, he look so beautiful. faint brushes of purple and blue lights flashed across his face from the living room. shining off his blonde hair perfectly.

Maybe it was the copious amounts of alcohol you had ingested, or maybe it was simply how desperate you were for him, but you immediately strode up to him. wasting no time to reach his bored frame. “What’s up?” He asked in his signature gruff voice.setting his drink down on the counter as he turned to face you fully.

you didn't even waste a second of your air before you were grabbing the collar of his shirt and smashing your lips onto his. every part of your movements were unplanned and messy, and you were fairly sure he could tell.

quickly he pulled apart, not out of disgust but it seemed like more confusion. “fucks up with you?” he spoke in slight shock.you simply couldn’t stand being apart from him for a second so naturally you found yourself grabbing his face and pulling him back to your lips. quickly he pulled away again.

“thought you were on your period or something?” he asked in that same harsh tone of his.voice laced with genuine confusion and concern considering just a week ago you were saying no to sex cause it was ‘that time of the month’. his eyes studied your face carefully.like he was trying to figure out the answer to his own question before you could. you knew it would be futile though. through the flashing purple lights and the

large amounts of alcohol I had consumed there was only one thing etched onto my face, desire.

your eyes flit down to his lips but you hold back for another second. deciding to explain the situation you were currently in and how you were basically gushing all over your tiny pink thong at just the thought of being remotely near him. as you went to speak, not an ounce of annoyance on your face(something which would have been very clear if it were any normal day and he spoke to you like that.) you watched his mouth form a small “o” shape. He had beat you to it.

“oh I get it now...” he said as he leisurely pulled you closer to him by your hips. grabbing a handful of your ass as he leaned in real close. “No wonder you weren’t being a brat back...” he spoke against your neck before attacking it with dark, hungry kisses. you leaned your head back slightly to give him more access. you didn’t know what you had gotten yourself into with this, but just by the way he was touching you right now, you could tell it was about to be fucking awesome.

Izuku.M

Wouldn’t notice till maybe someone who saw says it as a joke

Now Izuku is a very smart guy. He's far from some air head boyfriend or any sort of overall idiot. Yet nonetheless he could be a bit, oblivious, at times. no matter how hard you stared or how your rubbed your legs together whenever he would innocently hold your thigh, he didn’t seem to notice.

such small touches. ones that would be typically overlooked. small ghostings of his hand against yours as you guys pass through the crowd of dancing people. or his firm grip on his drink as he nodded along to some sort of music in the kitchen.his arms looking oh so ravishing in the black long sleeve under his old shirt. or maybe it was how he was slightly out of breath and sweaty from dancing. coming over to you panting under his breath ever so slightly and asking you if you were alright, he was always so considerate. he was going to drive you insane.

you guys had been in a small group of people in the kitchen. talking amongst each other about how college and hero work had been going so far.everyone laughing heartily at stupid jokes and jabs, except for you. you only seemed to have one thing on your mind. eyes not being able to rip themselves from his pretty long fingers as he used his hands to explain some new piece of his quirk he was working on. or how Adam's apple bobbed as he swung the last of his drink down, face wrinkling at the bitterness of the alcohol the same way it does when he's about to cum.

“Jesus y/n, are you ovulating or something, you look like you’re about to eat izuku whole!” jokes mina from across the two of you. everyone's faces turned to wide smiles as they typically did when mina cracked a joke.laughs leaving their mouths along with your own. it had taken the both of you by surprise she noticed. you didn’t even think you were being that obvious.but as the lighter died down and the rest of the group chatted amongst themselves izuku turned to you.

“Are you?”he asked quietly.you nodded slowly.facer red with sheer embarrassment.you could tell something in his expression shifted as you confirmed your friends suspicions.

That shift was exactly how you ended up in some random bedroom.lacy underwear being thrown across the room along with the rest of your clothes.

“should’ve told me baby...” he huffed out into your ear as his rough fingers grazed over your soaking pussy.rubbing the smallest tight circles over your aching clit.you ha really been waiting for this all night and now that it was finally being given to you, you were mess.drool pooled at the corners of your lips as your boyfriend kissed them.eventually sliding his long thin fingers into your desperate cunt.

you moaned into his mouth.the strong taste of water drink he had earlier falling onto your tongue as it covered his.his fingers moved in and out of you senselessly.he was always such a sweet and caring boyfriend, but the second he would to you needed him in any way he was like a completely different person.his eyes were dark as he went to kiss your neck.leaving a trail of bites and marks as he did so.

as you held onto his shoulder desperately for support, you could feel yourself building up to your climax faster.the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten as your needy pussy did the same around his fingers. your breathing became erratic and your moans got louder as you approached your high.you hadn’t even noticed how he had pulled down your tube top and was now sucking on your perky tits.he looked up at you as you came undone on his fingers.eyes glossed over with love and lust.he really was fucking beautiful, it wasn’t just the ovulation speaking.

Denki.K

is basically ovulating with you

as soon as he saw the skimpy dress you chose to wear for the party he was hooked on you.eyes never leaving you and your figure the whole night. he was trained on your tits when you faced him and trained on your ass when you walked away or were dancing.once you walked into the kitchen he was standing in he pulled you close to him. “You look awful pretty tonight baby,” he said smugly into your ear.a smirk painted on his lips as he did so.

“thanks” you said sweetly with a smile.trying your best to ignore the growing wetness between your legs at simply the feeling of being pressed up against him.he kissed your collar bone. a few times teasingly as you guys sat in the somewhat crowded kitchen.everyone around you being too drunk or too caught up in something else to notice or care.

as you pressed yourself further into him you could feel the bulge growing in his jeans.the feeling of his excitement so close to yours made you squeeze your legs together subtly. “wanna fuck?” he asked childishly in your ear.you weren’t even looking at him but you didn’t have to be to see the smug grin he had plastered on his face.subtly you nodded yes and grabbed his hand.pulling him off to the first bathroom you saw.you made sure to lock the door before quickly pulling him towards your and your lips.

you gripped his shirts as he kissed you back.both of your tongues moving together messily as he backed you up and sat yo on the counter.once yo guys pull apart he hastily began to take his jeans off, along with your panties which were practically drenched by now. he made no fault to line his achingly needy cock up with your entrance before pushing his hips into yours.

your mouth hung open as he pushed into you.looking up at him as he moved slowly.he knew it could be hard for you to take all of him sometimes so he always went slow to start out.your legs shook around him as he continued to thrust into your walls.large hands holding you up by your pretty soft thighs.

he quickened his pace.pushing himself further into you causing your stomach to curl and for your eyes to flutter.he was reaching every part of you that your fingers or any other guy for that matter, never could.his hips moved faster into yours.chasing his own high desperately seeing as he had been basically creaming his pants all night sincere first saw you all dolled up. “you feel so fucking good...” he whispered.chucking slightly under his breath.

“why’re you...mph-laughing?” you barely got out through his harsh thrusts and your moans.looking at him and his stupidly wide smile as he stared down at where you two were connected with confusion.

“not laughing at you...just huff I dunno...” he mumbled as you picked up his pace.biting his lip as he used the counter t stabilize himself while he pushed further intyour soaking cunt.you didn’t even career about his strange comment.lust taking over your mind as your head leaned back against the mirror behind you while he fucked into you.he made no sense a lot of the time, but boy could he fuck your brains out

Shoto.T

Wouldn’t realize at all I fear

He looked so good tonight, too good almost. He never normally dressed down so seeing him in those dark blue jeans and random tee shirt was making your eyes practically fall out of their sockets. as he talked to some people casually you couldn’t rip your eyes from his sender frame from the island in the kitchen where you were meant to be getting the two of you more drinks.

you swore you could feel knees go slightly weak as his lips curled into a small smile while he nodded along to whatever the person was saying.before you knew it you were strutting over to him desperately.

“Hey baby, where’re our drinks?” he asked as he looked down at your empty hands. you had honestly forgotten about the drinks as soon as he caught your eye from across the kitchen

you glanced over at the people he had been talking to quickly before turning back to look into his lidded eyes. “can we uhm...go” you asked timidly.nervous for what he would say. your palms already feeling clammy just from being near him.the wetness between your legs began to pool slowly as you stood there.

he nodded quickly without question. “yeah yeah of course” he said, voice laced with concern. He took his hand into your sweaty one and began to lead the two of you out of the crowded booming house. flashing lights and drunk sweaty swaying bodies would normally make you uncomfortable but with just the touch of his rough large hand gripping yours, your mind was plagued with utterly lewd thoughts of him.

it felt as if you had blinked and you were getting into the car. before he could speak to ask you what was wrong you were rushing my body over the center console and pulling hip lips to mine. surprisingly he kissed you back immediately. your lips were moving in an embarrassingly desperate way that made your face go flush and body lean further into his.

his eyes closed as his tongue meticulously fought yours for further touch.it was basically routine at this point for the two of you guys considering how many times you’ve had to sneak out of the dorms to his car so you could just be alone for some time, but nonetheless the riskiness of it all made you beyond excited. the fact that anyone could see us through the clear windows of his car made your thighs squeeze tighter tightly.

as we pulled away to catch our breath you could feel the way your eyes stared at his parted wet lips. the small ragged breaths coming in and out of it making you even more enamored with the boy in front of me. “back seat?” he asked nonchalantly. even in the toughest of training your body had never moved faster to do what a person had instructed of you. you were beyond desperate.

Hanta.S

would notice, y’all would not make it to that party

He knew as soon as he saw you wear that tiny dark red thong he had bought you for your birthday just a month ago that you were looking for trouble tonight.Your short dress riding up just ever so slightly below where the root of your last pregnancy scare covered your pretty cunt. you were hoping for something tonight, and although he was going to give it to you (like he did with everything you’ve ever wanted), he didn’t know how long he could wait.

Before you two even stepped into the crowded house he had his hand placed firmly on your plush thigh the whole ride there. “You're gonna crash driving like that...” you teased.honey voice breaking through the peaceful silence of the night time drive.

“I only need one hand to drive when you’re with me” he responded smugly.smirking ever so slightly as he spoke in a way he knew would get you riled up.you had always liked when he spoke so lowly.like he was saying something he only wanted you to hear. something so seductive or dirty it would only make sense for the words to only fall on your ears.

he squeezed your thigh without thinking much of it before turning back to the road.the dark knight flashed by city lights filling the atmosphere around the two of you. he always looked so beautiful with the bright lights of the city illuminating his every feature, but tonight especially he looked utterly gorgeous.the small smirk tugging on his lips as he kneaded the plush flesh of your thigh, and the small moles that nobody else had ever gotten close enough to see, and the way his dark messy hair sat on his head so perfect. you were struggling to stay in your passenger seat to say the least.

which is exactly why you didn’t, you simply couldn’t. your bodies moved for you causing you to end up sprawled across his lap.core dripping onto his leaky tip as you hovered over him. the fear that someone might catch you lost in the haze and fog of your mind

as you stared down into his lazy eyes which twitched ever so slightly as you lowered yourself onto him.

It was truly amazing how quickly you found yourself bouncing on him.hips and knees moving quicker than normal. you were hungry, you had been waiting for this practically all night. That's not to say he wasn’t enjoying himself either, his eyes which rested in the back of his skull and his lip which had found a home between his teeth were just a few tell-tale signs he was enjoying this plenty.

eventually, as his large hand found a way to your ever moving hips, he found the control to say something “Jesus I knew you were horny but...Huff...this is like a-fuck...whole new person” he sputtered out, his head bobbing slightly to the pace you moved up and down on him. His words or what they meant hadn’t even registered in your head as you stared into his deep dark eyes, falling into them slowly, as if you were drowning in your own ecstasy you gained from just looking at him.so depraved and needy although he had been given just what he wanted.

Once you both eventually reached your highs, shaking legs and tumbling hands and all, he spoke up again. “You're ovulating aren’t ya?” he asked slyly.a smirk tugging at his weak lips once again.your face flushed at his words. not expecting him to have known or noticed, you didn’t even realize how insane you had been acting ever since you both stepped foot into the car.

“how’d you know” you asked as you backed up from where you had been leaning over on his chest.still a bit out of breath but wanting to hear his answer nonetheless.

“you just rode me into another dimension without my help at all” he chuckled as he looked down to where you two were still connected. eyes flitting back up to your now flushed face as his lips light pecked your jaw before he effortlessly lifted you off of him and back into the passenger. looking at your fucked out blissful face once more before he reached into the backseat to grab the towel you guys used whenever you couldn’t wait till you got out of the car, which was more often then not surprisingly.

Eijiro.K

Would only know cause he tracks your cycle

As you guys got ready to go to your friends “small get together” you couldn’t pry your eyes off of him. no matter what you were doing or how much attention the task at hand required you couldn’t stop looking at him in your shared bathroom mirror. You ended up leaning over the counter further than you needed to to do your makeup or put some earrings on.hoping that he would catch a glimpse of your red thong from your dress as I rode up slightly.

just to secure his suspicions he check his phone quickly.opening his period tracker app and seeing [you], you were in fact ovulating.without even thinking he found himself pressed against the back of you.muscular arms wrapping around your waist.you hadn’t even noticed how his fingers slowly reached under your skirt.

before you even knew it your arms were shaking as you held yourself up of the could marble counter.your boyfriends thick cock thrusting in and out of you quickly.you were honestly shocked seeing how quickly he caught on to the fact you were honey, having no knowledge of the app on his phone.his large hands gripped your hips as they aloo held your dress up, keeping the fabric bunched up just enough for him to be able to see the fat of your ass moving against him as he thrusted into you.

his leaking mushroom tip was hitting your insides so perfectly, it made you feel stupid how your eyes were rolling back as your mouth hung open slightly.fluid moans and slurred words spilling from your lips with no end in sight.your tits swaying inside of the loose fabric as his hips moved against yours.eventually they smiled out from the falling top.you swore you could see his eyes light up ever so slightly n the reflection of the mirror as that happened.

as you were too far gone tontine he leaned down to be right at your ear level. “so fuckin’ pretty, gushing all over my cock just for me...” he whispered filthily.his hard pistoning of his hips making your legs shake as they held you up.the heels you had opted to wear were making your feet oh so uncomfortable as you stood in the same spot for far too long, but you were honestly too cockdrunk to even care in the slightest.

slowly you snaked your arm behind you to pull his neck closer to you.fingertips grazing over the edge of his hair gently.your touch ghosting over the back of his neck so delicately.he whimpered ever so slightly in your ear as you continued your movement on your fingertips.

his lips came down to suck on your neck sweetly.leaving big messy kisses to the sensitive skin as he didn't stop his movements for a split second.your poor pussy squelching around him as you sucked is cock in even further.desperate for your own release as he rubbed against your wet gummy walls.

once you could feel yourself getting close you involuntarily squeezed around him more.his hips choked at the acton but nonetheless, he quirked his pace.leaving a few harsh smacks to your ass as he pushed further and faster into you.before you knew it you were coating his cock in your stringy cum.panting as you tired your best to reel yourself in.thank God for that app.

I hope someone gets the ptv reference on sero’s :(

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triptuckers · 10 months ago

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kissing it better - logan howlett

Request: nope Pairing: logan howlett x reader Summary: based on this post by @sarahsmi13s Warnings: nothing but tooth rotting fluff ugh I love logan Word count: 1K A/N: this post… yes.. also logan deserves some soft love <3 enjoy!

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slow, domestic mornings with logan are few and far in between. it’s why you cherish every one you get.

life in the mansion is hectic, to say the least. even if you would take away everyone’s mutant abilities, there’s still a couple of dozen kids with a lot of energy swarming the place.

but you wouldn’t have it any other way. you’d been one of those kids once. unsure of your place in the world, scared, not knowing who you could trust.

like many young mutants, you caused chaos and pain when your mutation manifested. your own parents were afraid of you. and then the professor showed up at your house and told you about his school.

you’ve spent many years here now, teaching the children while also being a member of the x-men. you finally have a place where you belong, where you feel safe and at home. where you have friends and family who care about you.

meeting logan was only the cherry on top.

from the moment you met him, you’d been curious about him. one day you were teaching your class as usual, the next moment there was a guy with anger issues and adamantium claws in your classroom.

at first you were stunned, as were the students, but you introduced yourself and told him to take a seat once he explained the professor thought it was a good idea for him to know what life at the mansion would be like.

ever since, he’s been sitting in on a lot of your classes. you thought it was because he was interested in the topics, but later on he confided in you that your voice and presence soothe him.

after that conversation, logan was around you often. to learn about the mansion, he said, but you knew better.

the more time you spent with him, it became obvious he came to you when he needed to calm down. he didn’t need you to talk to him, just needed to be near you.

sometimes you would talk. it was mostly you who did the talking, though. you told him about your childhood, how you met the professor, your time at the mansion as a kid, teasing scott about jean when you were a teenager. and then you told him about the missions you went on with your fellow x-men, the classes you taught the children, how they continued to surprise you every day.

and slowly, as logan started to trust you more, he told you about his life. what it was like years ago, what he went through. you wanted logan to open up to you on his own, but you couldn’t deny you were curious about him and his life. sometimes you couldn’t help it.

you were cradling one of his hands, taking a closer look at his knuckles as you sat on the edge of your desk. the classroom was empty, the students long gone. but logan was still there

you feel logan’s gaze on you, but you continue to study his hand. turning his hand over in yours, examining it.

‘you really can just get them out whenever you want?’ you ask him.

‘yeah.’ says logan.

‘can I see them?’

logan briefly hesitates. no one’s ever asked him that. most people who have seen his claws up close didn’t live to tell the story. but you’re being so gentle with him, he does as you ask.

you drop your hands as he pulls his arm away slightly. then he slowly lets his claws come out. you watch as the skin between his knuckles splits as the adamantium blades slice through.

you briefly look up to logan and notice how he clenches his jaw slightly.

‘does it hurt?’ you ask him. ‘when they come out?’

logan looks down at you. at this fellow x-men, a teacher, a lover. no one has ever been this patient and gentle and loving with him.

‘every time.’ he says, looking at the way you’re holding his hand.

it had been a long time since logan had slept in his own room. what few belongings he had, he added to your room. but because the mansion life was a busy life, you rarely get to enjoy each other’s presence like this.

logan is still asleep. his breath tickles the back of your neck. one of his arms is lazily swung over your body, the other beneath your head. you love waking up like this, safe in his embrace.

you reach out and softly run your fingers over his knuckles. it’s remarkable how fast his skin heals.

your touch wakes logan, who stirs behind you. now that he’s awake, you turn around in his arms so you can bury your face in his neck. logan pulls you closer, wanting to go back to sleep.

he feels how you take a hold of his hand and move it. then he feels something on his knuckles. he opens his eyes and sees you pressing soft kisses to the skin between his knuckles, right where the tips of his claws rest beneath his skin.

logan has never been the romantic type. but he swears he feels his heart burst with the amount of love he feels for you. you’ve kissed him before, obviously. but not like this, not on his knuckles.

‘what are you doing?’ he asks, voice still laced with sleep.

you briefly look up at him before you move to get a hold of his other hand, bringing it up to your lips.

‘you said it hurts every time they come out.’ you explain. ‘I’m kissing it better.’

logan’s lips part in surprise, before smiling at you.

‘you’re gonna do this every time they come out?’ he says.

you nod. ‘yes. you said it hurts every time. so I’ll kiss it better every time.’

‘you’ll be busy for the rest of your life, then.’

‘that’s okay. I don’t plan on going anywhere.’

logan leans in and presses a soft kiss against your lips. with his forehead against yours, he drifts off to sleep again. feeling the occasional kiss against his knuckles.

A/N: thanks for reading! everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. please do not copy, translate, plagiarise or repost my work! some of these are requested by other people and I spend a lot of time and effort on my works <3 much love, marit

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jals-stuff · 1 year ago

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Some Rayne brainrot...

this is some stupid (and a bit horny??? no? yes? i don't know) stuff that went through my mind last night

MDNI PLEASE! this spawned in my head, no context

warnings: female reader, rayne is ooc and pervy, he is staring, dubcon (bit steamy at the end), bit of swearing, bit of horniness, mentions of boobies and peen...

i am very sorry, i wrote this with 0 hours of sleep. barely proofread. enjoy

Rayne Ames. The Divine Visionary, the Sword Cane.

If you watch animal documentaries, you are probably aware that cheetahs can stay in the same position for up to sixteen hours without moving at all…

Well, it so happens that Rayne’s facial expression is like a cheetah. He somehow always looks like you’ve told him a really bad pun, and he’s judging you for it (not funny, did not laugh). He probably even has this face on while he sleeps, eats, showers, and probably even while he decides to please himself.

And yet, despite looking annoyed every second of the day, despite looking like the unfriendliest guy in the whole Academy, he looks absolutely stunning. Anyone would agree that Rayne Ames is a feast on the eyes. And you, as his seatmate in class, aren’t one to deny this.

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It was your last class hour for today and you couldn’t wait to go back to your dorm room and rot in bed like the absolute lazybone you were. Changing out of your uniform was now an emergency, as the shirt you had picked today was somehow way too tight for you.

Being clueless with basic things such as laundry had its pros and cons. Sure, your clothes were smaller now and you could barely fit; but it made you look incredibly sexy! …or so you kept telling yourself. Maybe you were just trying to cope with the fact that you were incredibly bad at basic human tasks.

You made your way to the classroom and got your notebook out.

Today’s subject was pure theory, and you would’ve fallen asleep if you didn’t have the most scrumptious distraction sitting right next to you. You spent the hour doodling, taking notes whenever you paid enough attention to do so, and mostly throwing quick glances at your seatmate, Rayne, who was way too focused on the soporific theoretical experiments your elderly professor was passionately explaining, to pay attention to you.

When the old man turned around to write something on the blackboard, Rayne finally turned a fraction of his attention towards you. Of course, this happened during the minuscule amount of time you weren’t looking at him, and he took notice of a few things.

First of all, your notes were an absolute mess. Instead of trying to keep them consistent, you had picked a few words the teacher said, and chose to throw them into an adventure with other words, picked at different moments during class, resulting in an abomination that wouldn’t make sense, even to you. But you wouldn’t know, of course, since you never read your notes anyway.

He would give you bonus points for the adorable little bunnies you had been doodling for the majority of your time in class, though.

Secondly, you seemed like you were about to sleep, but given the way you were taking notes, everything sort of made sense. Not your notes though, only the fact that you weren’t invested enough to stay awake.

Third of all, your shirt. He wished his eyes hadn’t lingered for such a long time on it. Why was it so tight? “Is she so dumb she can’t even do laundry?”, he wondered to distract himself from the fact that the button that kept your shirt closed around the chest area had the strength of a thousand lions.

His eyes moved back to your face, and at this very moment, you chose to look at him. Your eyes met, and his expression was, as always, unreadable. Was he bored? Upset? Annoyed? At this point you were pretty sure he didn’t know any better. But it seemed a bit different this time, you could’ve sworn you saw his lower lid twitching slightly.

You decided to turn your attention back to the teacher— or at least pretend to, for a while, and it lasted for a whopping fifty seconds. Efforts had been made! You deemed yourself deserving of a little treat, and an attempt was made to look at Rayne once again.

His eyes were still on you. Now it really felt like he was upset. You were used to his icy glare but it was getting a little uncomfortable, and so, as one does, you had a great shitty idea. You decided that stretching your back could maybe help you release some of this discomfort, and your button, may it rest in peace, gave up on its sole task of keeping your shirt closed.

You couldn’t tell where it went at all. In fact, you didn’t even notice, but you did feel a little more comfortable now that your chest area was no longer being compressed, except it was in a literal meaning now, and not just figuratively speaking. You could still feel Rayne’s eyes on you, and decided that you wouldn’t look at him for the rest of this oh so boring class.

What you hadn’t noticed was that his eyes were no longer on your face, but rather on the missing button’s previous spot. “Is she so dumb she can’t take care of her clothing?”, he wondered to distract himself from the fact that he could now clearly see your bra.

He could see that one mesmerising spot where your breasts were pushing in a wondrous effort to get out of their insufferable lace prison. In fact, pretty much anyone could’ve seen it if they had turned around, but it seemed this professor was either hypnotic or soporific because everyone was staring in his direction.

You were then blissfully unaware of the fact that Rayne was now leading an internal battle. He had to get his eyes off of your cleavage, for your breasts were not the only things screaming for freedom anymore. Ah, perhaps Rayne was also bad at laundry, because his pants felt increasingly tight the longer he stared at you.

Divine Visionary or not, he was but a man, and what power does a man hold when presented with sweet bosoms? None. That’s right. He tried to think about anything else. Rabbits? His little brother, Finn? The concerning relationship Lance had with his little sister? The way alcoholism thrived amongst the ranks of the State police? No matter what went through his head, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

He had to do something about it, and you were probably not escaping this one.

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As soon as the bell rang, he closed his coat as much as he could, and grabbed your arm before you could leave, and this time you could tell he was pretty upset. Why? How could you know? You didn’t know anything. Had your head not been attached to your shoulders, you would’ve probably lost it already.

Instead of giving you any sort of explanation, he immediately dragged you with him. Your life felt like a movie that was playing in front of your eyes. My time has come, you thought, but… not quite.

You found yourself in Rayne’s dorm room, locked in with him. His roommate wasn’t there, and it was clear this crime would leave no witnesses.

It took him half a second to remove his coat and— oh. You were suddenly in Egypt.

Everything was there: the stone hard pyramid, the Sphinx (that seemed ready to pounce on you), and the heat. Oh boy, the heat. As a very refined lady (yes you are), you brought your hand to your chest in indignation, and oh, how distraught you felt when you realised that your beloved chest button was nowhere to be seen. It was all starting to make sense.

Without a word, he pushed you against the wall and his lips met yours in a rough, steamy kiss. Your whole body felt like it was on fire; his toned chest was pressing against yours and breaking your buttons further, his clothed erection was slightly rubbing against your clit through your panties and his hands roamed your body hungrily while his tongue left no corner of your mouth unexplored.

It was all a lot to take in but it felt so intoxicating, the way his large hands held onto your hips to keep you from squirming too much underneath his passionate touch, and how his teeth were grazing against your lips while a mixture of both your salivas dripped from the corner of your mouth.

His body was grinding against yours like waves on the beach, and both your breathings were becoming increasingly noisy. Only after long, delicious minutes of this make-out session did he break the kiss, panting for air, as he looked into your eyes with a lustful gaze you were now used to seeing.

It wasn't your first time pushing his buttons like this, and it certainly wasn't your last.

“You did it on purpose, admit it.”

Whaaat, you? Pfffft, never! But… let’s just say you’re not usually that bad at doing your laundry.

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smol reminder that i am very bored and i also take requests for mashle, hsr, genshin, jjk, elsword, tower of fantasy...

xoxo

#rayne ames #rayne ames x reader #mashle x reader #mashle #rayne x reader #magic and muscles #anime #anime character #mashle smut #rayne ames smut #rayne smut

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narnianflame · 1 year ago

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“I think you’re pretty attractive yourself.” (Azriel x Reader)

Summary: You were at Rita’s with Mor and Nesta waiting for the Inner Circle to arrive, deeply in a drinking game that made you drink whenever somebody hot entered. Both aware of your not so small crush on the Shadowsinger.

A/N: This is my first One Shot but I really wanted to write this idea down. English isn't my first language just in case there is stuff that doesn't make sense at all, but enjoy!

You were currently sitting at your usual table at Rita’s with Mor and Nesta. Having arrived not long ago you were all fairly sober. “Let’s play a drinking game until the others arrive,” suggested Mor with a smirk. That piqued Nesta’s interest. “What kind of game are we talking about?” Mor’s smirk only grew. “We each have to take a sip of our drink whenever we see somebody entering Rita’s, but only when we think that somebody is hot,” Mor explained the rules swiftly. You nearly choked on your drink.

“I’m in,” Nesta immediately answered next to you. “I don’t know… anybody? What about the others entering, wouldn’t that be awkward?” You tried your best to think of a reason not to play. Fully knowing that reason being Azriel, and you being worried about your reaction once he would enter Rita’s.

“Oh, come on Y/N! We both know of your little crush. We wouldn’t be surprised seeing you take a shot when Azriel comes through the door.” Mor teased, the smirk on her face never seeming to disappear. You groaned, a faint red colour tinting your cheeks. Of course, they knew of your small or maybe not so small crush on the Shadowsinger. “Fine, let’s play,” you eventually bit out. This was going to be a long night. The three of you didn’t know when the rest of the Inner Circle would arrive, so your nervousness seemed to increase even more. The three of you looked over to the door. People were coming through the entrance, and you were already overwhelmed. How would you even have enough time to know who passed through and who of those people you would find attractive. Mor was the first one to take a sip of her drink, a beautiful brunette female walking through the door. Nesta and you looked over to Mor who just shrugged. “I can’t help it. I love woman.” All three of you returned your eyes to the entrance. The next person who entered was a blonde and pretty looking male. He wasn’t really your type, but you did find him attractive, so you took a small sip of your drink. The evening seemed to pass in a blur, and you could tell the type of people Nesta and Mor seemed to find attractive after all of you had downed two drinks.

You were starting to think that the other members of the Inner Circle weren’t going to show up at all and you got more relaxed. Mostly because you were more than a bit tipsy as well. But still your eyes stayed glued to the entrance. The next person to enter was a very pretty female with long golden-brown hair and blue-grey eyes. She seemed familiar but you had already taken a sip before realization dawned on you. Feyre entered Rita’s with such grace that you couldn’t help but admire her.

“Hey, that’s my sister.” Nesta elbowed you and Mor. “Can’t help it if she looks like that.” You admitted. “Exactly,” mumbled Mor in approval. The next person to pass through the door was Cassian. His hair was slicked back, and he wore a tight crimson red shirt that went well with his equally tight pants. We all agreed that he was very attractive and nice to look at, but you wouldn’t want to annoy Nesta, so your drink stayed on the table. “Oh, come on. I won’t bite off your heads if you take a sip. We can all agree that he’s hot.” Nesta smirked and when Cassian’s eyes found her at the table, his face broke in the biggest smile you had ever seen on the Generals’ face.

Feyre and Cass made their way to your table. The High Lady settling between you and Mor, while Cassian took the place next to his mate at the end of the table. “What are you guys up to?” Cass asked. “Waiting for you to finally grace us with your presence, but you took forever so we played a little game.” Mor pointed at the already empty glasses in front of you. “Well, you can stop now that we’re here, or can we join?” Feyre chimed in. “There are only two more people we're waiting for, but sure.” Mor pointed at her drink. “I won’t be drinking anymore anyways.” Feyre took Mor’s drink and sniffed to try and figure out what was in it, then her eyes slid to Nesta and you. “I think I know the rules.” She smiled smugly and let her eyes wander to the entrance.

“You can share my drink with me Cass, but I doubt you want to join the game.” Nesta’s eyes crinkled with amusement before she sent you a knowing look and returned her focus to the entrance as well. You sighed and continued looking for the last two people who had yet to arrive. The next seconds went by agonizingly slow and the glass in your hand started to get hot. To say you were nervous for Azriel to finally arrive was an understatement. Were you going to drink, or could you hold yourself back? If you didn’t Mor and Nesta would tease you immensely which would look suspicious. So, you settled on just taking a small sip. Nothing big. Nobody was going to notice.

At first you only saw a black tight shirt. That could be anybody. Your eyes continued traveling up until they landed on those hazel eyes that you loved so much. Then they slid to the wings behind. At last, your eyes went back to his face where they settled a second to long on his lips before going back up to those hazel eyes. Everything around you seemed to stop and absently you remembered to take a small sip of your drink. You felt a nudge to your side and glanced sideways to see Feyre’s lips curled into an amused smile.

Before anybody else could point out that you were the only one to drink when Azriel arrived, Rhys entered Rita’s with his usual High Lord aura. You could see Mor and Nesta roll her eyes while you were still to caught up in the Shadowsinger’s arrival. Feyre took a sip of now her drink and smirked knowingly. “Seems like I really figured out the rules of your little game.” Cassian just looked confused and muttered something to Nesta about not understanding anything at all. At least one person who would spare you from the suffering that was about to start as Azriel and Rhys reached your table.

Before either of them could sit down Mor already made room and offered to get more drinks. Almost jumping up you followed Mor to the bar. “That eager to get away from Az? I thought he’s hot.” She smiled innocently at you before giving the female behind the bar a wink and ordered the usual drinks for your friends. You glanced back to your table and immediately regretted it when you noticed Azriel looking at you. He smiled and inclined his head to say “Hello” which you returned before quickly, maybe too quickly, turning back around.

“Nu- uh,” your started, “I just didn’t want the teasing to start.” You shrugged and sent Mor a pointed look. “Innocent,” was all she stated before grabbing two of the drinks and making her way back to your friends. Sighing you took the other two, noticing them to be those of Azriel and Feyre. With a groan you followed Mor.

When you arrived at the round table the only available space was directly next to Azriel. Cursing your friends inwardly you gave one drink to Feyre and the other to your seat neighbour. You tried very hard not to look at him, while muttering a small “Here you go”. Of course, you failed and looked up and into his hazel eyes and then to his lips which smiled softly. “Thanks.” Awkwardly you tried to return the soft smile and turned your attention to the conversation that was flowing around you. Cass was talking about a brawl with Az this morning at their usual training session and how he handed him his ass. “Did not,” Azriel grumbled next to you which made everybody laugh even harder. Feyre was talking about expansion plans for her art studio and how she wanted to take on more students.

When you finally looked at the clock, you were shocked to find that a lot of time had actually passed since you arrived with Mor and Nesta. “Uh, guys I gotta go. I unfortunately have the early shift at the shop tomorrow.” You said as you got up. “Too bad. More finger food for me,” replied Nesta. “All yours, Nes.” You laughed and quickly said your goodbyes. You were almost at the entrance when you noticed a presence behind you.

“Wait, I’ll walk you home.” You hadn’t noticed Azriel getting up and following you, too busy with trying not to look at him for too long and making it home fast. “Um, you don’t have to do that,” you started but where quickly interrupted by him. “I insist.” He looked at you seriously and you knew arguing was pointless now. “Alright.” You made your way outside and took a deep breath of air after being stuffed in Rita’s for far too long. As you walked by the still bustling streets of Velaris neither of you felt the need to speak. Just enjoying the comfortable silence. Both of you seemed to enjoy those quiet moments.

“So, you think I’m attractive?” Azriel’s voice startled you out of your thoughts. “Huh?” you managed to get out, barely having fully registered what he had said. Slowly he pointed at you and then back at him. “You think I’m attractive.” He smirked. You felt heat rush to your cheeks and hoped your blush was barely noticeable in the dark of the night. “Doesn’t everybody? I mean you do know you’re good looking with your too tight shirts or training leathers and your huge wings that just make you even more mysterious which females also find hot and your dark hair that seems to always hang just above your eyes in the most perfect way. So uh, yes everybody does. Including me.” You just shrugged and tried to stop your rambling.

Azriel just looked at you and then started laughing. Really hard. You wanted to disappear through the floor. Why did you have to say all of that? You really needed to get this not too small crush in check. His laughter subsided and he smirked when he noticed the blush on your cheeks. Of course, he could see it. “They might but I don’t catch them playing games about who’s attractive and who isn’t. Don’t think my shadows don’t tell me what you are up to.” He chuckled softly as your face took on a look of even bigger embarrassment.

“Why would you do that?” you scolded the shadows that danced between the two of you. They seemed to find this whole situation amusing as well. You sent them a what you hoped was a withering look, but they just slithered up to your face and started caressing your cheeks in an attempt to make you forgive them.

Shaking your head you looked back at Azriel. “Wait, why are you checking up on me?” You raised an eyebrow at the Shadowsinger who stood right in front of you now. Slowly you could see his cheeks taking on a pinkish colour. “Az?” You tried again but were quickly interrupted by his lips on yours. Eyes wide in shock you froze on the spot before you remembered how kissing worked. Slowly you began moving your lips against his soft und plump ones. You sighed at the feeling. He tasted of whiskey which you normally hated but with him it was just a forgotten thought in the back of your head. Every rational thought left you and as Azriel began kissing you even harder there were no thoughts left at all in your head.

As you noticed the lack of air from you not breathing properly, he pulled back. “Just for the record, I think you’re pretty attractive yourself.” He smiled triumphantly at you. Shyly you pushed back a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your left eye because of the very sudden and very heated kiss you two had shared. “And I really like you.” He confessed. “Azriel, I really like you too.” You beamed up at him and your heart still hadn’t found it’s normal beating rate. He had that kind of effect on you.

“We should probably get you home now,” he chuckled and took your hand to pull you along in the direction of your home. “We should,” you agreed and stumbled slightly into him before finding your footing. The both of you spend the rest of the way in your comforting silence, both of you smiling softly to yourselves. Not long after, you arrived at the front door of your home.

“Thank you for walking me home.” You thanked Az softly and smiled up at him, trying not to get caught up in his beautiful eyes again. “Of course, princess.” He grinned. “You don’t happen to be free tomorrow evening? I might know a restaurant that serves your favourite noodles.” He was referring to the restaurant that you absolutely adored and where you found yourself at least once a week. “I’d love to.” “Great! It’s a date then,” he replied and planted a soft kiss on your lips. “Until tomorrow.” Before you could answer his shadows transported him away from you. Probably to Rita’s to see who drank too much and would need an escort home.

You smiled to yourself before opening the front door to your home. “See you tomorrow,” you whispered into the dark and you could’ve sworn you saw small tendrils of shadows dance happily in the corner of your entrance area.

#azriel x reader #acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x you #azriel one shot #fluff #acotar fics #azriel

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faux-ecrivain · 2 years ago

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Yan babysitter

(Fourth official post)

(This one is a bit shorter than my other posts)

“Don’t worry I’ll take good care of them!” He placates your parents as they leave, waving them off and slamming the door shut when your parents have gone far enough.

He turns to you, with a rather fierce glare and shoos you off to your room.

Yan babysitter that wants nothing to do with you, that only took the job because he needs the money.

Yan babysitter who thinks you’re too old for a babysitter, but he doesn’t care, your parents are rich and that’s all he needs to know.

Yan babysitter who did not anticipate you to be such an irresponsible nuisance. (What’s with the weird cultists that keep knocking on the door and where’s that strange whispering coming from??)

Yan babysitter who quickly discovers that maybe this job was more than he bargained for, maybe he shouldn’t have been so dismissive of his job.

Yan babysitter who, somehow, ended up trapped in another dimension and is trying to escape. (Turns out cultists don’t take too kindly to the door being slammed in their face)

Yan babysitter who is sure he’s going to die here in this strange dimension.

Yan Babysitter who regrets ever taking this job and swears that if he ever gets out he’s never coming to this house again.

Yan babysitter who faces the horrors of this other dimension, each monster warping his mind and easing him into insanity.

Yan babysitter who’s so close to escaping, but then he gets trapped by some weird otherworldly creature.

Yan babysitter whose life flashes before his eyes as the creature nears.

He closes his eyes and can only hope that this won’t be dragged out, he can feel the creature approach, and he can do nothing but curl up into a ball and beg for mercy.

However, death doesn’t come, no, just when the creature unhinged its jaw and prepares to (quite literally) devour Yan babysitter, he’s saved.

Yan babysitter who’s stunned whenever you rescue him and when he tries to express his gratitude you dismiss his gratitude. (This happened a lot, you tell him, you even suggest that it was your parents intention to sacrifice him.)

Yan babysitter, who from then on, is absolutely obsessed with you (he treats you like a deity, swearing that he’ll serve you forever.)

You brush him off, as you are used to saving irresponsible babysitters from the jaws of doom, then your try to ignore his constant rambling about you being a deity. (Because you aren’t, you’re just a normal person with magic powers) Yet, no matter how much you ignore him his ramblings don’t (Maybe you should’ve left him in that other dimension)

He takes your indifference as a sign of shyness, his mind warped by the brief time he spent in that other dimension. (Seriously, he’s going to need major therapy when he leaves this house) He decides to dedicate his life to protecting you or at the very least repay you for saving his life.

Which then leads to him following you around, intervening in everything you do and then isolating you from those he deems a threat. (Mostly your friends)

Somehow, in less than two weeks, he has threatened half of your neighborhood and caused almost all your friends to go missing.

At this point, it occurs to you that maybe Yan babysitter is a danger to your lifestyle and you should probably get rid of him. Which marks the beginning of your attempts to erase him from existence, however this doesn’t sway him, and he somehow believes that the person targeting him is actually aiming for you.

So, now, you’ve got an overprotective babysitter watching your every move and probably hiding in your walls. (Maybe you should have let him rot in the other dimension, less trouble and you wouldn’t have had to explain to your parents why the demon in your basement is still hungry)

Yan babysitter who promises to always protect you and to be by your side forever. (He’s such a nuisance)

(Sorry for the short post, I was somewhat distracted by the tv when I was writing this.)

(Regardless, enjoy this post and feel free to comment)

#Fourth official post #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere baby-sitter x reader #my writing #reader insert #enjoy this short fanfic!#Babysitter is named Andrew #Andrew my oc

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princesskaulitz · 2 months ago

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Sleepy Confessions

✮ tom kaulitz fluff with a bit of lime ig (im still new to fanfic terms and stuff 💀)

✮ 2008 tom x fem! reader, mostly sfw but some stuff is nsfw (like sexual undertones ig) i proofread like half of this but that’s it 😗

✮ A/N: this is short but sweet, hope yall like it

(vid from .kaulitzvikt on tiktok)

you were the cute girl next door that tom liked since the very day he moved in.

at first, it was like his typical crushes, you were just eye candy. he’d come out and sit on his porch while you did yard work, not-so-coincidentally when you were wearing those short shorts of yours, his all time favorite was watching you jump rope as your form of exercise on nice days— he would watch you get all sweaty, watch your breasts bounce in your rather tight tank top.

mischievous as he is, he also very quickly discovered that your bedroom window was right across from his, giving him free reign to watch you undress into your pajamas every night— when bill found out about that, oh he had a heyday. he made tom his servant for a month or else he’d snitch to you about tom being… well… a peeping tom.

the first time you spoke was on a day when bill and tom were devastated—their dog had gone missing. they had searched the entire neighborhood, but there was no sign of him.

hours later, you arrived at their door with the sweetest smile, their missing dog in your arms. you explained that you had found him while out on a walk with your own dogs—he had wandered surprisingly far. the thought of someone else who didn’t know who he belonged to finding him instead of you would have broken your heart. you had given him water and treats, and to your delight, he had gotten along wonderfully with your dogs. with a warm smile, you offered to let him come over to play anytime.

from that day on, tom took full advantage of the opportunity, using it as an excuse to flirt with you and be close to you. anytime the weather was nice and he spotted you outside, he and his dog were there in an instant.

he quickly realized that you weren’t like most girls he’s used to. in fact, there wasn’t a single damn sinful bone in your body.

whenever he’d try to flirt, you were just… not even fucking there.

“you’re really cute, you know that?” he once said.

tom leaned against the counter, watching as you carefully poured sugar into your tea, your tongue peeking out slightly in concentration. you glanced up at him with wide, curious eyes.

“oh! thank you! that’s so sweet of you to say. you’re really cute too!” you chirped, completely sincere.

tom blinked, caught off guard. he hadn’t expected you to return the compliment so easily—most girls would have at least blushed or teased him back. he smirked, leaning in a little closer.

“so, does that mean you think about me a lot?” he asked smoothly.

you frowned slightly, stirring your tea. “hmm… well, we see each other every day, so I guess I do!”

tom chuckled, shaking his head. “no, I mean, do you think about me when I’m not around?”

you gasped softly, your expression lighting up. “oh! I do, actually!”

his heart skipped. finally. maybe you were catching on—

“like the other day, i saw this squirrel struggling to carry a huge nut, and it reminded me of you!” she said excitedly.

tom stared. “the… squirrel reminded you of me?”

you nodded earnestly. “yeah! because you were trying to carry all those grocery bags the other day, and you refused to let me help! you looked just like that little squirrel—so determined but kinda struggling.” you giggled. “it was really cute!”

tom groaned, dragging a hand down his face. he could definitely think of a certain huge nut he was truly carrying but knew he wouldn’t be dropping that load anywhere near here anytime soon.

you tilted your head, blinking up at him. “what?”

he sighed dramatically but couldn’t help smiling. “nothing, prinzessin. just—keep thinking about me, okay?”

you beamed. “of course! you’re one of my best friends!”

tom just shook his head, biting back a laugh. hopeless.

but, God, you really were adorable.

things like this was what made things change though. when tom started to get to know you, when he started to see you from the inside, how sweet, how innocent and undeniably naive you were that he began to feel guilty about before, he wanted to protect you now… started to feel deeper things than he’d probably ever felt about any girl before.

when you’d be around a group of people, he’d position himself just slightly behind you, making sure no one got too close or made you uncomfortable. one time, when you bent down to pick something up while wearing a short skirt, he instinctively stepped behind you, blocking any prying eyes from getting a glimpse. it wasn’t obvious, but to him, it felt like a small act of care—ensuring you didn’t feel exposed. at neighborhood cook out parties, if any other boys got too handsy or made an inappropriate comment, he’d immediately step in, his tone sharp, putting them in their place before they even had a chance to cross a line. he wasn’t the type to flaunt these gestures, but they were his way of silently saying, “i’ll always have your back, no matter what.”

he started to realize that for the first time in his life, the game didn’t feel like a game anymore. flirting had always been effortless—just a smirk, a smooth line, and he’d have whoever he wanted wrapped around his finger. but with you, it was different. you weren’t just another conquest, another name to forget by morning. you were all warmth and sincerity, with a heart too pure for someone like him. you saw the good in people, even when they didn’t deserve it. even when he didn’t deserve it.

and that’s what scared him the most.

because he knew the kind of guy he was—the kind who left before things got complicated, who never stayed long enough to matter. but with you? he wanted to stay. and that terrified him. because what if you realized the truth? that beneath the charm and easy smiles, he wasn’t nearly as good as you thought he was.

you noticed that when you started to get closer, he suddenly started to distance himself from you, not wanting to come next door and hang out as much, replying dryly to funny videos you would send him and being too busy or sleepy to call. you missed him so much. you had no one to protect you from other boys anymore, no one to to laugh with, no one to cry to and have hold you when you saw a sad dog video online, no handsome brown puppy eyes to look forward to seeing everyday, no one to squeal at when you just got the cutest new pair of shoes.

you began to wonder if you did anything wrong. were you too clingy? you were a bit too much for people at times, too exited, too loud— you have far too much energy and had a hard time reading a room when you had unintentionally drained someone and didn’t have many friends for this reason… you wondered if maybe you had pushed him away in this same way— like you had everyone else.

you were finally able to catch him one day as he was taking out the trash late at night. he closed the top of the garbage can and there you were… scared the shit out of him to say the least.

“y-y/n! shit-please don’t do that, i could have socked you!” he says.

you ignored his startled reaction— just had the saddest puppy dog look in your eyes. “why won’t you talk to me anymore?”

damn… that made his heart clench in his chest. he realized he had done the very thing to you that he does to everyone else— leaving abruptly and leaving someone wondering why they weren’t enough…

the same thing he figured he was protecting you from…

“how….” he sighs. despite his insecurities, he can’t just leave you like this, continuing to make excuses for himself. “how about i come over and we can watch shows or a movie together? you can pick.” he says.

your face immediately lights up. “really?!”

he can’t help the smile that cracks across his lips. “yeah, come on.” he says, putting his hand on your waist and walking with you back next door.

he found himself sitting on your bed that smelled just like your perfume, surrounded by your ridiculous amount of stuffed animals, his back against your headboard, arm around you while your head rested on his chest, watching some rom com movie. he wasn’t exactly too keen on this but he’d do anything with you just to see you all excited and smiling.

he looked down at you, your eyes were closed. you looked so peaceful, fallen asleep on him like a kitten seeking warmth.

he sighs, the movie becoming static in the background of his louder thoughts that were his insecurities that he doesn’t deserve to have a girl like you laying on him right now, so comfortable.

he chuckles, starting to talk to himself without really realizing it in his sleepy state. “i don’t even deserve this…” he says.

your eyes slowly flutter open but he doesn’t notice, continuing to beat himself up.

“parties, drinking, meaningless hookups—it’s all second nature to me. i know how to make girls feel special for a night, how to say the right things, solely for the purpose of getting what i want, only to move on without a second thought. i’ve broken so many hearts without thinking twice, left people wondering why they weren’t enough… just like i fucking did to you…. and now, for the first time, I get my karma, sitting here questioning if i’m enough… i’m not… you deserve someone who will love you the right way. and i’m not sure i even know how… i’m a piece of shit.”

you suddenly sit up and look at him, making his heart stop.

“you say that like it’s a fact, but it’s not. you think because you’ve made mistakes, because you’ve lived a certain way, that it defines you forever. but it doesn’t.” you say, concern etched all over your face. you were very much awake the whole time and had heard every bit of his sleepy confessions.

he let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “you don’t get it. i’m not like you. i don’t do the whole… good person thing. i party, i screw around, i leave people behind. that’s who I am.”

“that’s who you were.” your hand reached for his, hesitant at first, but when he didn’t pull away, you laced your fingers through his. “you don’t do that with me. you care about me, i can see it. you wouldn’t be so scared if you didn’t.”

his throat tightened. you saw right through him. “i don’t want to hurt you,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “i don’t want to be that guy with you.”

you smiled then, soft and understanding said, “then don’t be.”

it sounded so simple when you said it, like it was that easy to just be better. but the way you looked at him—like you believed in him, like you wasn’t afraid of all the mess inside him—made him think that maybe, just maybe, it was.

he swallowed hard, staring at you like he was trying to find the catch, the moment where you’d realize he wasn’t worth it. but you just kept looking at him, steady and unwavering, like you saw something in him that he had never been able to see in himself. and damn, that did something to him.

his hand twitched in yours, fingers tightening just slightly, like he was grounding himself in your touch. “you make it sound so easy,” he murmured.

“maybe it is.” your voice was barely above a whisper, warm and sure.

he didn’t know who moved first—maybe it was him, maybe it was you—but suddenly, you were closer, close enough that he could feel your breath against his lips, close enough that the whole world narrowed down to just you. his heart pounded as he hesitated, giving you a chance to pull away, but you didn’t.

so he kissed you.

it was slow at first, almost uncertain, like he was afraid he’d break you, or maybe like he was afraid he’d break himself. but when you leaned into him, fingers curling into his shirt, he let himself fall. his hand came up to cradle your face, his thumb grazing your cheek as he deepened the kiss, like he was trying to memorize the way you tasted, the way you felt.

you kissed him back like you had never doubted him for a second. like you had already decided he was worth it.

and for the first time in his life, he wanted to be.

as the kiss slowed, he rested his forehead against yours, his breathing uneven. his hands lingered on your face like he was afraid to let go, like if he did, this moment might slip away.

“i don’t deserve you,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

you shook your head, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “maybe you don’t see it yet, but I do.”

he let out a quiet breath, his grip on you tightening just slightly. “you really believe that, don’t you?”

“i do.” you smiled softly, nudging your nose against his. “and I’ll keep believing it until you do too.”

for the first time in a long time, he let himself believe—just a little. he pulled you into his arms, holding you close, like maybe if he held on tight enough, he wouldn’t lose this. wouldn’t lose you.

and as you nestled into him, safe and sure, he realized something.

maybe he wasn’t as lost as he thought.

#tokio hotel #kaulitz twins #tom kaulitz headcanon #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz #kaulitz & kaulitz

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wosola · 7 months ago

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French kisses .1 - Lucy Bronze x French!Reader

Hey everyone! I’m J. I used to write fanfiction on Wattpad for another fandom, but for a while now, I’ve mostly just been reading. Lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time on AO3, where I started reading WoSo fanfics and fell into @bruhnze’s incredible works. After reading everything she’d published, I found her on Tumblr.

Recently, @bruhnze announced she was taking a break from writing. We connected, and I had the absolute honor of reading through her WIPs. One of them really inspired me, so I asked if I could finish it—and she said yes!

Originally planned as a single fic, this story grew into a 3-parter as I worked on it 🫣😅 Long story short: WIP by @bruhnze, finished by me, and proofread by her.

Summary: This is during Lucy Bronze’s time playing for Lyon, she's just gotten into a relationship with R, a 22-year-old student. For R it is the first time sleeping with someone. Based on this request, from the☀️anon over on @bruhnze.

Warnings: This is an 18+ fanfic with explicit content, so minors do not interact.

You had grown up in Lyon, lived there all your life. It had never been particularly eventful—your life was great, really. You loved your studies, had a close-knit group of friends, and there wasn’t much more to it.

The only thing that seemed to be missing, or at least it was something that was out of sync with your friends, was your love life. At 22, you had never really had one. While everyone around you seemed to be hooking up left, right and center, it never quite worked out that way for you. Not that you didn’t want to; you did.

It was just that you had never met anyone who stirred something in you in your everyday life. Sure, you’d kissed people now and then, but whenever things started to go further, you found yourself pulling back.

As time passed, being a virgin at your big age started to feel a bit strange. You were well past the point where a one-night stand felt like the right way to lose your virginity. Maybe it was because you didn’t know how to navigate all of that, or maybe you were worried that whoever you were with wouldn’t expect it and you’d feel awkward.

But in the blessed year 2017, as fate would have it, everything changed when you met a cute English girl in the local supermarché.

She had been struggling to find something on the shelves, her expression a mix of confusion and determination, when you decided to offer her a hand. The girl, who introduced herself as Lucy, explained in broken French that she had just moved to Lyon.

You helped her find what she was looking for, and as a thank you, Lucy asked for your number. You laughed and teased her, asking what she planned to do with it.

She had grinned, the corners of her eyes crinkling, and in her charmingly imperfect French, she replied, "the least I can do is buy the pretty girl who helped me a dinner." That made you laugh harder, and when you joked about her not knowing any good restaurants yet, she just shrugged and said, "then you can decide where we go."

She had this boldness that was as charming as it was disarming—and, okay, maybe her being absurdly good-looking didn’t hurt in swaying your answer either. It was a yes without doubt, however towards Lucy you stayed a bit more unfazed.

That was a few months ago. Now, Lucy was much more comfortable with her French, picking it up quicker than you’d expected.

And not only was the woman smart, she was also incredibly athletic, which you'd noticed from the start. But on your fifth date, when you two had gone swimming, you couldn’t help but be floored by how fit she really was.

It wasn’t just her body, though—Lucy was thoughtful, kind, funny and so much more. You saw that side of her when she came with you to visit your grandpa in the hospital, bringing him a Lyon shirt signed by a player as a gift. You almost cried, you’d only mentioned that your grandpa was a life long fan of the club and here she was, gifting a signed shirt to him?!

That’s how you found out she was a footballer. Lucy had handed the signed jersey to your grandfather, grinning with that mischievous spark in her eye. “Hope you don’t mind it’s from a pretty new signing,” she’d teased. Then, with a playful glint, she added, “But I’ve heard she’s world-class. Do you know any players from Olympique Lyonnais Féminin? I can get another autograph if this one doesn’t impress you.”

Without skipping a beat, your grandfather, his face lighting up, assured her he did, mentioning that he always tried to catch matches, even if he mostly had to listen rather than watch due to his eyesight. “This is number 22, Bronze. She’s a great defender,” he said with pride. “I was thrilled when they signed her. Do you know her from England, or how did you manage to get this autograph?��

Your jaw nearly dropped as you glanced over at Lucy, who was barely holding back a smile.

“Yeah, you could say I’m close with her. Some say we’re practically twins,” she joked before reaching out to shake his hand. “But actually, I am Lucy Bronze. Nice to meet you, sir.”

Your grandfather’s laughter was as genuine as you’d heard in ages, his disbelief quickly turning into a delighted grin. It was as if he couldn’t believe his luck.

“I won’t let you down,” she told him, her voice softer, promising. “We’ll bring home the Champions League for Lyon.”

You’d been dating for three months now, and things were going great. Lucy had met your friends, and they adored her. You told her early on that you wanted to take things slow, and she had been nothing but understanding. She didn’t want to rush things either, but she wasn’t afraid to show you how much she liked you. Everything felt so natural with her, as if it was meant to be.

There was a dinner planned with your parents this Sunday, tomorrow she had a match, but today was one of her rest days after a Champions League game.

After a relaxed afternoon strolling around the city, shopping for a birthday gift for a friend, Lucy insisted on stopping by the supermarket. She wanted to cook at home, saying she wanted a romantic night with you. You agreed, and soon, you were back at your apartment, where you spent more time kissing than actually cooking.

It had been happening more and more recently—lingering touches, playful kisses that turned into longer, deeper ones. Every time, though, it stopped before it could go too far. Sometimes it felt natural, like you both were happy to just be together, but other times it felt more abrupt, leaving your heart racing. You wanted her, of course—how could you not?—but there was still that one thing you hadn’t told her yet, and it held you back.

Lucy had noticed. She’d asked a few times, worried that you might’ve had bad experiences in the past, but you assured her that wasn’t the case. You just wanted to take your time, and she had been so patient with you, always respecting your boundaries. Sometimes recently, it was even Lucy who would pull back, smiling at you sweetly, her eyes filled with desire but also understanding.

You loved her. You wanted to share everything with her, every part of yourself.

Twice now, she had stayed the night at your place. She had offered to sleep in separate beds, but you had waved that away, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep cuddled up next to her.

And now, after watching her play last night and lying awake, tossing and turning, you had decided that you were ready to tell her what had been holding you back.

You wanted, ached, to explore this part of your relationship, and tonight, with the romantic dinner she planned, felt like the perfect moment.

Now you were here, a lovely dinner behind your belt.. fidgeting with your wine glass, noticing that strangely enough, Lucy seemed a bit nervous too.

You both spoke up at the same time.

“Y/N—” “Luce—”

Breathy laughter filled the air, easing some of the tension you both seemed to be holding. “You go,” you said in unison again, which only made you laugh harder.

You gently took her hands in yours. “No, you go, baby.”

“Baby..,” Lucy repeated slowly, as if she was rolling the word around in her mouth, trying to make up if she liked the taste of it, her eyes searching your face.

Your heart skipped a beat. Shit. Did she not like that? You had been using the term more and more recently, thinking you were both building toward something more, maybe even thinking of her as your girlfriend already. Panic crept in until Lucy's voice broke through your spiraling thoughts.

“I thought,” she began, tightening her grip on your hands, “that it was about time… that I asked you to be my girlfriend.” Her words tumbled out quickly, like she was nervous. “I know you want to take things really slow,” she added, rambling a little, “but I just really, really, really like you. More than that even.” She let out a breathy laugh, glancing away for a second, before her gaze settled back on yours. “But I won’t scare you with that just yet. What I’m trying to say is... I want to call you my girlfriend. So, um… if you—”

“Oui!” you cut her off, the word bursting from you with so much enthusiasm that it took you both by surprise. You felt your face flush with heat as you quickly added, “Uh, yes, Lucy, I love you too—” You stopped mid-sentence, blushing furiously. “I-I mean, I’d love to be your girlfriend,” you corrected, your voice softer but no less sincere.

Lucy’s smile stretched from ear to ear as she stood up from her seat, and you rose to meet her. The moment felt so perfect, so right.

She kissed you, a kiss filled with warmth and love, and you returned it with all the affection you’d been building up for this woman for months now. God, you were in love.

After a few long moments, you pulled back, your heart pounding. You knew you still had to tell her the other thing. But Lucy was looking at you with such softness in her eyes, her face lit with joy. You couldn’t help but brush your thumbs along her cheeks, feeling the heat of her skin under your touch.

“Love me huh?” Lucy teased at your little slip of the tongue earlier, her voice low and playful.

You chuckled, your nerves easing slightly. “Yes, I love you, Luce, je t'aime” you admitted, voicing the words felt like lifting a weight off your chest.

“Hmmm…” Lucy hummed, her grin widening as she buried her face in the crook of your neck. “That makes me really happy. I love you too,” she whispered, her breath warm against your skin.

Before you knew it, Lucy’s hands had moved to cup your ass, lifting you up effortlessly. You squealed in surprise, even though she had done this before—it caught you off guard. Maybe because you still had to tell that other thing. But you couldn’t help but laugh as she carried you over to the couch, sitting down with you perched on her lap.

Both of you dissolved into giggles as you peppered each other’s faces with kisses, one after another. “I am so in love with you,” you murmured between kisses, your forehead resting gently against hers as you gazed into her eyes.

Lucy laughed, her nose brushing against yours. “It’s funny that we both wanted to tell each other that tonight,” she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Your cheeks flushed again, this time not just from the affection but from what you knew you had to say next. “I… I also…” you stammered, trying to find the right words. Lucy tilted her head, a curious smile tugging at her lips as she waited patiently.

“I also wanted.. uh no.. needed.. to tell you something else,” you finally managed, your voice a little shaky.

“Oh?” Lucy’s eyebrows lifted slightly, her expression soft. “Is it… a good thing?”

You bit your lip, unsure. “I’d…uh.. I’d say it’s more of a neutral thing?” you said, trying to ease into it.

Lucy smiled, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze as she leaned back against the couch. “Okay. Whatever it is, you can tell me. You know that, right?”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yes, I know. It’s just… hard for me to say, I guess.” You could feel your nerves bubbling up again. “I’m sorry for keeping it from you, but I didn’t know how to bring it up.”

Lucy’s gaze was steady, encouraging. “Hey, there’s nothing to apologize for,” she said softly. “Take your time.”

“I… I have never…” You struggled to find the right words, but they just wouldn’t come. “I mean, I know how everything works, of course, but I’ve just… never actually… done it.” The words tumbled out awkwardly, and you quickly looked down, embarrassed.

Lucy was quiet for a long moment, so long that you finally forced yourself to glance up at her. To your surprise, her expression hadn’t changed—she was still looking at you with warmth and understanding.

“Hey,” she whispered, her thumb brushing over your lower lip, gently freeing it from between your teeth where you’d been nervously biting it. “Thank you for telling me.”

You groaned, your forehead dropping against her collarbone. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and relief.

Lucy chuckled softly, her hand smoothing over your back. “Sorry for what? Like you said, it’s a neutral thing. There’s nothing to be sorry about.” She tilted your chin up so you could meet her eyes again. “I’m just happy you told me. Now I understand why we always stopped when we did.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and smiled shyly. Lucy’s hands found their way to your cheeks again, cupping your face with such tenderness that you couldn’t help but feel safe.

The two of you stared at each other, the weight of the moment sinking in before both of you burst into soft, breathy giggles, the tension dissolving.

You both had ended up lying down on the couch, nestled against each other in a comfortable silence. Lucy’s arm was around your waist, your head resting on her chest as you listened to the steady rhythm of her breathing. The warmth of her body and the way her fingers absentmindedly traced small circles on your arm made you feel calm, safe.

It must have been at least half an hour before you finally worked up the courage to speak.

“So… how do you, uh, want to do things?” you asked, your voice soft, almost hesitant.

Lucy tilted her head slightly, meeting your gaze with a curious look. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” she responded, her voice gentle, as if she were afraid of pressuring you. “I mean… I want to do whatever you want, however you want, and when you want it.”

Her words made you smile, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. She was always so thoughtful, so patient. But the truth was, you had been thinking about this for a while now. You swallowed hard, trying to push past the embarrassment rising in your chest. “I feel like I’m ready,” you began, but the words felt heavy in your throat.

Lucy’s expression softened even more, her hand rubbing soothingly along your back, waiting for you to continue.

“That’s… I…” Your face flushed bright red as you tried to find the right words. You couldn’t tell her just how ready you were without blushing even harder.

The truth was, ever since you and Lucy had started dating, you had never felt this kind of desire before. In the past few weeks, your own body had been betraying you, and the thought of Lucy, had been invading your mind, especially when you were alone. You had never been so… wanting. It was like something in you had awakened. It wasn’t just the emotional connection—you physically craved her.

“Uhm… it’s been hard,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, “not going further than kissing with you.” Your cheeks burned even more as you confessed, “But I felt like I needed to tell you this first before we went further… it was hard for me to confess.. I feel a bit.. uhm.. behind?”

Lucy’s thumb gently stroked your cheek, silently urging you to continue, her face calm and open.

“I’ve been thinking about… you,” you admitted, your voice faltering slightly. The vulnerability of the statement hung between you, the air thick with it. “A lot.”

Lucy’s lips curved into a small, tender smile as she listened. She didn’t laugh or tease you like you might’ve feared. Instead, she looked at you with a warmth that made your heart flutter in your chest.

“I’ve been thinking about you too,” she said quietly, her voice sincere. “But I didn’t want to push you, and I didn’t want to rush into anything until you felt ready. I wanted to respect your boundaries and I am really happy you told me this before we went further, and you’re not behind at all by the way, everyone does things at their own pace.”

You nodded, appreciating her patience but feeling the need for honesty. “But really I… I’ve been more than ready,” you repeated, the words rushing out now that you had started. “It’s been hard for me to hold back. I didn’t want you to think that I didn’t want to… you know, go further with you. I’ve just never… done it before.” You didn’t know why you were repeating yourself, maybe to bring over to Lucy how much you meant it.

Lucy nodded, her hand moving to intertwine with yours. “I get it,” she said softly. “I’m really glad you told me. I want you to feel comfortable with whatever we do, and I don’t want you to feel like there’s any pressure.” She paused for a moment, searching your face. “But when you’re ready, whenever that is, I’m here. We’ll take it slow, together.”

You smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. “Thank you,” you whispered, resting your forehead against hers.

Lucy sighed contentedly as she lay beneath you on the couch, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm. After a moment, she cleared her throat, breaking the comfortable silence.

“So, um… your parents,” she started, her voice tentative. “Sunday dinner, huh? What’s that going to be like?”

You blinked, a little caught off guard by the shift in conversation. “What about it?” you asked, propping yourself up slightly to look at her.

Lucy gave a small, nervous laugh. “I don’t know, like… have you told them anything about me? Do they know we’re dating, or is this going to be a complete surprise?” She bit her lip, clearly a little anxious. “I just want to make sure I don’t mess this up.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Why are you thinking about that right now?” you asked, your tone playful as you began trailing soft kisses along her neck, nuzzling into the warmth of her skin.

Lucy let out a breathy laugh, though her body tensed slightly under your touch. “I—uh… I just don’t want to screw it up. Are you sure you really want to do this right now?” she asked, her voice hesitant.

She turned her head to look at you, concern flickering in her eyes. “I don’t want to rush you, y/n.”

You giggled against her neck, pressing a kiss just below her ear. “Three months isn’t enough of a wait for you?” you teased, a smile tugging at your lips.

Lucy chuckled, her body relaxing slightly as she looked up at you, her nerves fading a little. “Okay… so the dams have really broken now, haven’t they?” She raised her eyebrows, amused.

“Well, now that I’ve told you, and you didn’t get scared away... I have to admit, I’m kind of excited. I mean…” you grinned sheepishly. “I find you really attractive.”

She smiled as you moved your hand under her shirt, your fingertips brushing against her warm skin, you whispered, “I’m in love with you, Luce. I want to share that part of myself with you, too. And you know…” You paused, leaning down to kiss her collarbone. “Je sais à quel point tu es bon au football, alors je ne peux qu’imaginer que tes talents athlétiques s’étendent au-delà de ce jeu…’’ You whispered.

Lucy giggled, swatting at you playfully. “Oh, you’re cheeky,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. But she glanced up at the ceiling with a grin and added, “Are you sure you’ve got no experience at all? It feels like I’m more out of it than you are right now.”

You sat up a little, shifting so that you were straddling her hips, your hands resting lightly on her stomach. You raised an eyebrow, curious. “Oh?” you asked, smirking slightly. “Has it been long for you?”

Lucy bit her lip, her gaze dropping for a moment before she admitted, “Maybe… half a year? I don’t know.”

“Versus 22 years,” you teased, rolling your eyes giggling. “I think I win.”

Lucy grinned, sitting up to face you, her hands resting on your waist. “Mmm, no. I think I win.” She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with affection. “I’ve got the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life sitting on my lap right now.”

You felt your cheeks grow warm, your heart swelled in your chest. But instead of letting yourself get lost in the emotion, you smirked, leaning in close until your lips hovered just inches from hers. “Mmm, really?” you teased softly. “Tell me more…”

Lucy’s expression turned serious, though her eyes were still playful. “I mean it, y/n. Now that I know how much this means to you, I want it to be special… really special. I always wanted that for us, but now it feels even more important.”

You rolled your eyes in playful disbelief, letting out a dramatic sigh. “Mon chéri,” you whispered, brushing a kiss over her cheek, “we just had the most romantic dinner, confessed our love—I'd say that’s pretty perfect already, wouldn’t you? Besides, it’s already special because it’s with you, my love, you are the only person I could think of doing this with.”

Lucy’s smile deepened, and she reached up to brush her thumb along your cheek. “Perfect, sure,” she mused. “But… candles, flowers, fresh sheets…” She bit her lip, ‘’in my head I was going all out for you, I am not even wearing my good underwear, amour.’’

You chuckled, thinking of your preparations for today. ‘’I am.’’

You watched her pupils dilate, her eyes widening in surprise, and she swallowed hard, clearly taken aback. “Oh,” she said in a breathy tone, as if she had just forgotten how to speak.

You chuckled, watching her shift, almost flustered. “Are you getting shy, Luce?”

“No! It’s just that… I don’t know,” she stammered, running a hand through her hair, clearly struggling to keep her composure. “I really want to keep things slow, to be respectful and everything, but when you say things like that…” She scratched her neck, her voice barely a whisper, “it’s… hard to...”

“Hard to what?” you asked, delighted to see her cheeks flush, a sight you didn’t often get to see from her.

Lucy groaned, leaning back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. “It’s hard for me not to think about… taking things a little faster than planned.” Her voice came out all at once, as if she’d been holding it back.

You leaned in, your lips just grazing hers. “Well, what’s wrong with those thoughts, then?” you asked, teasingly brushing your fingers along her neck.

She exhaled softly, biting her lip as she hesitated. “Let’s… wait until after I’ve met your parents,” she finally managed, pulling back slightly, though it was clear that it took effort.

Your smile faltered, confusion and a hint of disappointment washing over you. “Oh… I thought…” You shifted off her, sitting up and moving to your own spot on the couch, feeling uncertain.

Lucy’s hand instinctively reached for yours, her expression tinged with a hint of panic. “No, no—y/n, it’s not that I don’t want to! I do, more than you know.” She looked down, as if gathering her thoughts. “I just thought, well, when you mentioned meeting your parents on Sunday, I figured it was important to you to wait until after that step.” She paused, glancing up at you with earnest eyes. “I actually had… this plan in my head for next week. Thursday, to be exact.”

You blinked, intrigued and slightly amused by her meticulousness. “You have… a plan?”

“Yeah,” she said, scratching her neck in that adorable way that always made you smile. “I even talked to your housemate to make sure she’d be out for the night. I thought, you know, after we’re official and all…” She laughed softly, glancing down shyly. “I was going to surprise you with candles, flowers, everything. It’d be in your own bed, so you’d be comfortable.” She pressed a hand to her chest, her cheeks flushed. “I didn’t want to pressure you, of course, but I wanted it to be right for you—like, um… create a perfect moment for us.”

Your heart melted as you listened, and you could hardly contain the adoration shining in your eyes. Here was this amazing, thoughtful woman who loved you so deeply, wanting everything to be perfect.

“Luce, you’re… adorable,” you murmured, leaning in to kiss her, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude for such an incredible girlfriend.

You could feel the heat and intensity building between you, like two magnets drawn together. Your mouths met in a deep, fervent kiss, a silent conversation of everything you hadn’t said and all the things you were both holding back. It was a kiss full of promises, anticipation crackling in the air around you.

As the kiss deepened, Lucy’s hand slipped to your waist, and you let yourself sink into her warmth, into her presence.

After a moment, you pulled back just slightly, a small smirk crossing your face. “Are we sure we want to wait until next week?” you whispered, your voice low. “Today is a Thursday too.”

She took a deep breath, nervous laughter lighting up the room. “Well, I don’t know if I want that, but I think it would be best, so yes, I think I want that.”

“Thursday can’t come soon enough,” you groaned.

You both laughed, the intensity giving way to a moment of lightheartedness as you laid together, feeling secure, knowing that when the time was right, it would be everything you both had been waiting for.

After a while Lucy scooped you up into her arms effortlessly, grinning as you let out a surprised laugh. She headed toward the bedroom, ignoring your glance back at the kitchen.

“We really should clean up first,” you protested lightly, glancing over her shoulder at the table still set with empty plates and a bottle of wine.

Lucy shook her head, a smirk playing on her lips. “Nope,” she said, nudging the bedroom door open with her hip. “Tonight we can cuddle, tomorrow we’ll worry about that again.”

Once in the bedroom, Lucy set you down at the edge of the bed.

You felt your cheeks warm as you began to undress, carefully slipping out of your top, suddenly hyperaware of her eyes on you. You hesitated, noticing she’d turned her head away slightly, as if trying to give you privacy, even now.

“No, you can look,” you murmured softly, smiling as her gaze shifted back to you, her eyes meeting yours with such warmth that your heart fluttered. “You’re my girlfriend,” you added, the last word feeling new and sweet on your lips.

Lucy’s gaze traveled over you slowly, and you felt a blush rising to your cheeks as you slipped out of your top and bra, letting them fall softly to the floor. For the first time, her eyes settled on the bare skin of your chest, and you could see her breath catch for a moment, her lips parting as she took you in.

You felt a mix of warmth and shyness under her gaze, but her expression was so open, so purely admiring, that you felt at ease. When her gaze lifted to yours, her eyes held a soft awe that made your heart skip. “You’re beautiful,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

You smiled, feeling both vulnerable and cherished in that moment, before turning to her closet and reaching for one of her oversized shirts to slip on. As you lifted it over your head, Lucy let out a little chuckle, recovering herself, and as she undressed down to her boxers and sports bra, her cheeks were pink.

Once undressed, you both climbed into bed, buried under the comforter as you found each other in the dim light, legs tangling together. She pulled you close, and her mouth met yours again, warm and gentle.

The kiss deepened, lips moving slowly, savoring each touch, each taste. Lucy’s hand rested on the small of your back, sliding upward with a feather-light touch that sent soft tingles across your skin. You felt a pleasant, fluttering warmth in your stomach as her fingers brushed over you.

Your own hands explored her too, grazing the line of her jaw, the smooth skin of her shoulder, and then down to her waist, lingering as you took in every detail. With every kiss, your heart raced faster, your body responding to her closeness, feeling both electric and calm at once.

But just as things were growing more intense, you felt a faint pulse of nerves, next Thursday was maybe not so bad. “Wait,” you whispered, smiling softly, though your cheeks were warm. “We haven’t brushed our teeth yet.”

Lucy paused, her eyes immediately searching yours, understanding lighting up in her gaze. She brushed a gentle hand over your cheek, offering a reassuring smile. “Totally forgot,” she said softly. Her hand found yours as she guided you to the bathroom, fingers intertwined as you both stood side by side at the sink.

You shared smiles as you brushed your teeth together, Lucy’s shoulder bumping lightly against yours, and even things like this simple routine felt special in her presence.

As you finished, you turned to find her already smiling, her hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Back in bed, Lucy wrapped her arm around you as you nestled close, her hand resting comfortably over your hip. You let yourself settle, your head on her chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart, your own hand resting on her stomach, feeling the warmth of her skin and the gentle rise and fall of her breathing.

In the quiet, with Lucy’s arm wrapped around you and her hand softly resting on you, sleep came easily, and the last thing you heard before drifting off was the sound of her breathing, steady and warm, and the quiet, whispered words she murmured just before you both faded into dreams; “Goodnight, my love.”

I hope you guys like this, I felt a bit rusty writing again, but I think in the future I might be writing more woso fics.

Part 2 of this will follow soon!

-J.

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heavens-crown · 2 months ago

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And They Were Neighbors P.t2

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Warnings:18+ MDNI, eventual smut, angst, lots of flirty behavior

Robby groaned as he woke up uncomfortable as hell on his couch. Sitting up he tried to get the crick out of his neck thanks to the weird angle he was laying at. Checking his watch he saw it was 6pm, so he got up to make himself a pot of coffee. His sleep schedule was already destroyed and besides he was stuck on the night shift for the next month anyway. While the coffee brewed Robby opened up the windows to air the apartment out. When he did that he could hear someone talking.

“Woman, how the hell would I know if he’s single? We talked for a minute max, the most I got out of the conversation was that he works at the local trauma center.” It hit Robby then that it was his new neighbor talking. When he didn’t hear a response and instead heard her start laughing he realized she was most likely on a phone call. It took him a moment to realize what it was she had said and he had to fight the urge to stick his head out of the window to keep listening. Was she talking about him? As he pondered just who she could be talking about the coffee pot dinged indicating it was done.

He shook himself out of his stupor and set about making himself a cup before he showered and changed out of his scrubs. Something compelled him to sit out on the balcony instead of at the dining table, though he wouldn’t admit that it was mostly him wanting to be nosy. It was rude to eavesdrop on private conversations especially when it was a new neighbor. Yet he found himself opening the balcony door. Stepping out onto the balcony he looked over and saw Delilah saying her goodbyes to the person on the phone. Looking up from the phone she smiled brightly when she saw Robby.

“Hey neighbor, I'm surprised to see you already. You looked dead on your feet earlier.” She comments. Taking a sip of the drink in her hand Robby chuckles and turns his patio chair to face her balcony.

“Night shift will do that to you, thanks to so many years I've mastered the art of living off power naps and coffee.” Robby jokes. Delilah tips her head back to laugh.

“Thankfully my job is sort of a ‘whenever you get it done’ type thing. Though that usually leads to me being awake at ungodly hours though.” She glances down at her phone as it dings before rolling her eyes and putting it back down.

“What do you do for work?” He asks. She lights up at the question and pulls her chair closer to the railing so she doesn't have to shout. It's then Robby notices she’s now wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts that are criminally short. He has to fight the urge to look over the tattoos decorating her skin.

“So I do a few things. My main gig is a contractor position doing Medical Coding which I've been doing now for five years. My side gig is art commissions.” She explained. Her being in the medical field was not what he was expecting, but he could see the art commission.

“What kind of art do you typically do?” He asked. He watched as her face flushed a bit and her drink became the most interesting thing in the world.

“Well it depends,” she starts. “Some people want pet portraits, family photos turned into paintings. Then there's the more original pieces people request.” He couldn’t help but think for a moment she looked adorable when flustered. Quickly he squashed the thought, she was his neighbor and probably a good twenty years younger than him.

“What kind of original pieces?” He was genuinely curious at this point especially since she seemed so hesitant to elaborate.

“You promise you won’t judge?” At his affirming nod she fidgeted a bit with her drink. “Well like i said it varies from person to person, but the bulk of the original pieces has been monster lover work or authors wanting work for their romance books.” It took his brain a moment to comprehend just what the fuck monster lover art would be.

“Monster lover?” He finally asks because his brain is still not fully online. Still not looking him in the eye she elaborates.

“It's stuff like werewolves, cthulhu, centaurs, stuff like that.” She gives a delicate shrug and meets his eyes clearly trying not to laugh when she sees the bewildered look on his face. “There’s a whole book genre dedicated to it. My personal favorite was the dragon with two dicks.” Her casual comment blindsides him and he chokes on his coffee.

“Two dicks?” He manages to cough out. She laughs so hard he thinks she’s gonna topple over. When she goes to answer she begins laughing harder at the horrified look on his face.

“Yes mister judgy. It’s a well written novel of a dragon falling in love with a human.” She giggles, wiping at the tears forming her eyes.

Robby still can’t process why anyone would want that sort of art, or what it would even look like when Delilah breaks the silence.

“Seeing as it's almost 7pm now would you like to join me for some pizza? Normally I'd be down to sit on a balcony and chill but it’s getting cold and I'd rather not freeze.” Blinking a bit at the sudden invite Robby takes a second to get himself to focus. Seeing his sudden silence she begins backtracking. “If you don’t want to, it's totally cool, i know you probably got better stuff to do and-” Robby cuts her off before she can finish.

“Let me take a shower real fast and I can come over. I slept in these scrubs and I desperately need out of them.” She looks relieved at his answer and gets up to head inside.

“What do you want on your pizza?” She asks. Stretching her arms above her head he’s momentarily caught off guard by the jewelry decorating her navel.

“Anything except pineapple.”

Pizza is ordered and a frantic ‘help the hot neighbor is coming over what do i do’ text is fired off to Cherry. It’s a second later when Cherry begins calling. Picking it up on the first ring all Delilah hears is Cherry talking at full speed.

“He’s actually coming over? What exactly happened? I need details woman.” Cherry demands. Taking a deep breath Delilah breaks down the conversation for her, not pausing when Cherry begins laughing her head off over the monster lover comment.

“Cherry what the fuck was i thinking? Why would I invite him over, especially after telling him I draw porn for a living.” Delilah can feel herself spiraling a bit. Men as a rule never made her that nervous or unsure of herself. But talking to Robby? That made her so nervous she almost word vomitted every thought she had bouncing around her skull.

“First off, calm down, you're making me anxious. Second, it’s not a bad thing to invite a man over, even if you think he’s hot. Especially if you think he’s hot,” Cherry chuckles to herself before continuing. “It’s not like it’s a date or anything. You’re just having dinner with your neighbor.” Cherry’s words release some of the tension gathering in her. She hadn’t hung out with a man solo since she met-

Delilah slammed a mental door on that train of thought. She refused to think about him and taint her mood. Cherry was right there was nothing wrong with having dinner with her neighbor who just so happened to be an attractive older man.

“You’re right. I think I just panicked and overreacted.” Delilah isn’t sure if she’s talking more to Cherry or herself.

She chats with Cherry for another five minutes before hanging up the phone. Just as she puts her phone down there's a knock at her door. She gave herself a internal pep talk just before opening the door and oh lord help her.

Robby stands there in a simple t-shirt and gray sweats which hang off his hips in a way that makes her almost start drooling. Jesus she needs to get it together she just met the man and she’s drooling over him like he’s a piece of meat.

“Pizza should be here shortly, do you want anything to drink?” She gestures for him to come in and shuts the door behind with a soft click.

“Water if you don’t mind,” He smiles down at her, making her stomach twist a little. “Thank you for the invite by the way, I hadn’t thought as far as food when I woke up.” He follows her into the kitchen as she fetches him a bottle of water from her fridge. Handing it over she gestures for them to sit on the couch.

“It’s my pleasure, I grew up in a super tight neighborhood so i guess inviting people over at random is a product of that,” She watches as he makes himself comfortable, his thighs spreading a bit in a way that makes him take up a good amount of space to the point where she could easily touch him if she wanted.

“What brought you to Pittsburgh?” He asks.

With that time flies by for Delilah. The pizza arrived and is divided between the two of them. Conversation is easy and flowing between them that she doesn’t notice when she props her feet against his thigh while telling him about some of the dumb shit she would get up to with Cherry. She also doesn't notice when his hand loosely collars her ankle, his thumb rubbing circles against her skin.

“Please tell me you don’t actually watch that shit.” He pleads. Delilah laughs at the look on his face.

“What's wrong with Grey's Anatomy?” She asks, trying hard to maintain an innocent tone. He sees right through her, shooting her a mock glare.

“You know exactly what’s wrong with it, I'd rather go through medical school again than watch it.” Shaking his head at her, Robby snatches the remote from her hand.

“Excuse you!” She exclaims with mock outrage. Robby simply laughs at her and starts flicking through movies.

“You can earn your remote privileges back if you apologize for watching that garbage TV show,” He says. Pouting a bit Delilah sits back with a huff crossing her arms over her chest.

“It’s a good show,” She argues. He takes one look at her and snorts out a laugh. Even she can admit she’s acting like a toddler but in her defense he insulted one of her favorite shows.

“Whatever you say Delilah,” Robby chuckles. A movie is picked and played, though neither of them pay much attention to busy bantering with one another. They settle into the couch to finish out the movie. When the movie ends and Delilah notices the time she feels a brief moment of panic.

“Oh shit it's like 2am, I'm so sorry to keep you here so long.” She half expects Robby to immediately make his exit but he doesn’t. He shrugs while taking a drink of his water.

“I didn’t even notice, remember I'm on night shift for the next month so late nights are my normal.” He says. She relaxes at that and then an idea strikes her.

“I got a batch of cinnamon rolls proofing that’ll be ready to bake in the morning, would you like to come by and continue our little hang out?” Delilah holds her breath for a moment, thinking she overstepped. But then Robby smiles and squeezes her ankle reassuringly.

“I would love that. I’m not gonna lie, sitting here with you has been the highlight of my week.” He admits, and Delilah tries so hard to ignore the fact that her heart skipped a beat.

“It’s a date then,” She says.

#michael robinavitch x reader #dr robby x reader #dr robby #the pitt fanfiction #michael robinavitch

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suguru-getos · 1 year ago

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So. Do you have any hcs for yandere gojo with a non-sorcerer darling? My own personal one would that he's much more protective. I'd also imagine they liked him for him instead of because he's the "strongest", and he found it incredibly endearing. They may or may not be a secret childhood friend or an English teacher at the school who only knows it's a "special" school or something.

ahh i have so many actually, i really live for the power dynamics and the sheer power difference between satoru x non-sorcerer reader

yandere gojo x non-sorcerer reader hcs:

warnings: mentions of abuse, yandere-behavior, mentions of blood, manipulation.

it really drives him mad, whenever you don’t understand what’s the issue. the issue is simply, satoru loving you whole heartedly snd wanting to be there for you!! only you don’t understand. 🤦🏻 what can he do to ensure that — not give you any space at all. sometimes you feel like his choking presence takes your breath away.

whenever you leave for work, he would be texting you things like, “lunch princess?” you haven’t even agreed to be his princess/someone he can call his significant other; that doesn’t stop satoru though. years and years of being worshipped has altered his brain chemistry into thinking that whatever he wants he gets.

he will force you into going on lunches with him everyday. he has too much money and would rather burn it away — as he says, instead, he’s taking you to lunches and dinners. once, you sternly denied that because you had to leave with a colleague of yours. you don’t need a reminder of how badly that ended. he explains how his technique, ao (blue) sucks things, so basically him using that on the guy contracted his veins to the point of rupture but hey!! he is so nice, the dude wouldn’t die. <3 so don’t do it again, yeah?

there are times when you’ve blocked his number because he can be too pesky, then he just visits your mum. video calls you from her phone and pouts like a manchild. he gets what he wants, just not by hurting you. though you often wonder how long till he loses his mind.

one of the days he did, when you snapped at him finally after he waited hours in front of your office because he wanted to eat ‘sushi’ with you. you told him to piss off & you’d rather die than belong to him. he says he is sorry- really sorry for what happened, for the bruises on your neck because of his chokingly nauseating grip that your feet were off the ground. he even cries, kneeling at your feet. “please baby- please don’t be scaref of me please i’d never do it again i- i don’t know what came over me.. i just- just wanted you to shut up! that’s all- because you were hurting me- i was- i just love you please..”

satoru does make false promises mostly, because you have noticed when you piss him off, there are consequences. it’s simple — if you don’t want to have lunch and dinner with him, you don’t get to eat at all. and if you really don’t love the extensive freedom you have? you get kidnapped. and owned, and caged.

you can throw things around, you can do whatever you want in the huge gojo estate, but you can kiss your job goodbye. it wouldn’t stand shit in front of the fortune he possesses anyways.

forced marriage later 👋 that way you can’t really escape from him ever. because he now is the official son in law of your parents, and oh so close to your family… he does love them, just like he loves you. just don’t test it, kay?

#gojo satoru #yandere gojo #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk hcs #gojo satoru hcs #gojo hcs #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk imagines #jjk x you #gojo imagines #jjk hcs #jujutsu kaisen hcs

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satin-velvet · 5 months ago

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.* ·˚ 𝒟𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹-𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈 ✧.* ·˚ ༘ 𝒢𝒩!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

summary: a collection of head-canons around dating the wonderful wizard of oz.

note: I loved writing these, and I also wanted to write something gender-neutral. Thank you to everyone reading! Happy new years! 2025 will be a year filled with writing, wicked, and good memories <3

disclaimer: maybe not entirely accurate, this is just my interpretation of his character. subject to change, of course. some mentions of nsfw but nothing explicit.

✧.* ·˚ ༘

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

Oscar, unfortunately, is a bit lonely. Madame Moribble isn’t in the Emerald City all the time, so he’s mostly left to his own devices. I imagine he created the Oz of Tomorrow so he’d have something to do. Of course, lonely in the past tense, because with you he doesn’t feel lonely anymore!

He would immediately have a little figurine made for you, one for keepsakes and the other to go with his in the Oz of Tomorrow. Speaking of, he would love just explaining every detail of it and sharing everything he wants to add to it. He would want to hear your ideas, too, and hear what you think about it.

His favorite color, as we know, is green. If you wore green, he would love it. It doesn’t matter what; shirts, pants, dresses, lingerie, whatever. If you really wanted, he would get you a completely brand new, all green wardrobe. Just for you.

A little farther into the relationship, he’d want to tell you some of the things he remembers about Omaha, though it’s not much. Things about life before he was the wizard, but he might leave out the parts about him not actually being magical. He wouldn’t want you to think less of him. If you were also from somewhere far from Oz, he would be a little more comfortable with you since you have the shared experience of being somewhere completely new.

He’d be clingy, mostly unintentionally. Now that he has someone to actually talk to and spend time with, it’d be hard going back to doing things alone, even if it’s for a short while. There would be plenty he’d want to talk to you about, and he will just talk and talk if you let him, even if you stop responding. When he has to do his wizard work, like.. signing documents and such, if you wanted to come along and hangout in his office, he would happily let you.

Would absolutely gift you nice, custom jewelry and accessories whenever. If he knows gifts make you happy, expect them a lot. If you gave him gifts back, he would definitely cherish them.

Even though he tends not to venture outside the palace, if you wanted to, he’d go out to the Emerald City and explore it with you. Sometimes in a disguise, sometimes not. Sometimes the attention of all the citizens becomes too much. He loves the attention, of course, but he would want to focus on you.

Very protective. If you absolutely must leave (he will try to convince you not too) he wouldn’t want you to go very far, especially anywhere he can’t ensure your safety. Anywhere near the desert? No. Random forests? Probably not. If he felt he needed to, he would have a guard go with you.

He tries to keep all his evil tendencies under wraps, and present as a charming, sentimental man. The truth is a little more complicated. He was quite caring, to begin with, but saving Oz came with some drawbacks. For instance, if you wanted to break up or leave, he would try to convince you not to.. all the classic “What am I going to do without you?” lines. If you did actually leave, he’d do the same thing he did with Elphaba and call the guards to go get you and bring you back. I think this is when he would be most pathetic and begging, especially if you were standing your ground. He would try and convince you for hours, however long it takes.

One thing he would hate is you favoring another person over him. If you don’t need him, then you might leave, and he doesn’t want that. He’s the one and only wizard of oz; who could be better than him? It would make him jealous, and quite hurt. You might have to reassure him every once in awhile that you do love him and won’t leave.

On the topic of magic, he probably has a little potion room where he experiments with making elixirs and potions. At first, it was just for fun (and to give to Melena) but if you wanted, he could try some on you. Most of them don’t do much, if anything at all. But he’d be excited you want to try one of his hobbies.

He loves dancing. Slow-dancing, tap-dancing.. it doesn’t matter. If you didn’t know how, he’d teach you how to slow-dance. I think he’s proficient in many things, niche or not, since he has so much time on his hands. Things like instruments are another thing he’d love to teach you.

He’s always wanted a child of his own, and he projects a little bit of that onto you when he teaches you how to do something or explains things. I think this would be very noticeable if you were younger than him.

He likes pet-names, mostly because they are charming and also good for manipulation when he needs to use it. I think he’d use darling the most, whether casually, during intercourse, or when he want’s something from you. There are other pet names he’d use, depending on what you like. If you aren’t a fan of those, a nickname works just fine.

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#wicked2024 #jeff goldblum #the wizard x reader #wizard x reader #great and powerful oz x reader #the wizard fanfiction #wicked #wizard of oz #oz x reader #headcanon #dating headcanons

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sweaters-and-silly · 3 months ago

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When The Laces All Caught

Wrote my first full fic in about a decade. Mostly Buck-centric but thinking about Tommy and his home throughout.

Rating: G Words: 2,376

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Buck crashed as soon as he got home. He’d showered at the station and just stripped off his clothes and crawled into bed. He’d left his jeans, hoodie, and t-shirt in a heap on the floor and fell asleep before he even thought to change his boxers.

That’s what the morning was for anyway.

He’d worked 72-on, having switched a shift between two 24s to help out Ravi on B. It had made for a grind of a week but had given him three days off in a row on the back half. He’d survived the shift but fell into the sleep of the dead when he got home.

It didn’t last. He thinks he might have been out six hours when the scent of fresh smoke roused him. It wasn’t the smoke caught in his hair or the scent of it in sweat, this was fresh and acrid, stinging his nose and eyes. Instinct had him on his feet, pulling on his clothes and dialling 9-1-1. “This is off-duty firefighter Evan Buckley, I’m smelling—” he was interrupted by the blaring fire alarm in his building, “and hearing signs of a fire at 524 Grand Avenue.”

“Buck! Hey,” Josh replied, “you’re our third call from there. We’ve got a fire confirmed, evacuate the building, the 122 is en route.”

“Thanks Josh, I’m headed out,” he replied. He grabbed his wallet and keys, resisting the urge to start packing the things he valued and instead headed out of the building, leaving his door unlocked.

Buck was a friendly, curious guy, which meant he knew the names of most of his neighbours and the families who lived on the floor below. Only the sixth and eighth floor were loft style, there were two- and three-bedroom units below him. Four seniors lived in the building, Mr and Mrs Cunningham were away for all of December and January visiting their kids. Mrs. Lawson was spry for her age and lived in one of the lofts. He winced sometimes thinking about the widow tackling those stairs daily but he’d also seen her carry a mountain bike down the stairs so he didn’t dare say a word to her about it.

He did pound on every door he passed heading to the stairs, making sure people knew to vacate. Once he’d checked his whole floor he went down to five, not just to notify everyone but check on the last senior in the building.

Ms. Klassen was on five and had a bad knee. She could barely handle the stairs in the garbage room and often asked Buck to take a bag down with him when he went. He never minded helping her out, she was sweet and over Christmas had taught him how to make stained glass cookies. She had told him they were her grandson’s favourites and since Buck’s young man wasn’t coming around as much, maybe he should give her Dennis a call.

Dennis had been mortified that his grandmother was giving his number out. They’d had fun chatting but despite his grandmother’s support, Dennis wasn’t really looking for a serious relationship — “I’m 25, man!” he’d teased. “What were you doing at 25?” and Buck didn’t have a good answer because that year started with a wild night in Peru and ended with him stealing a fire truck for a hookup.

Buck knocked on all the doors on five, saving Ms. Klassen’s for last. “It’s Buck!” he called as he banged on the door, hoping it wouldn’t startle her. She answered after several long minutes. Buck had started wondering if he should break it down, just to make sure he could get her out.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, I just can’t get Freddy into his carrier!” she was frantic, her glasses were askew, a shawl pulled tight over her shoulders.

“OK, I’ll get him, where is he? “ Buck asked, stepping into the room to get a look. He’d been there to make cookies and Freddy had not been a fan of him. He hissed whenever Buck got too close, which was weird because Buck was good with animals.

“He’s hiding under the couch, his carrier’s on the coffee table,” she explained, voice shaking.

“While I get him, you get a bag and throw in medications you might need tonight for yourself and him,” Buck’s voice was gentle but commanding. The small woman bustled away to follow his instructions. Buck knelt on the ground to find a hissing cat under the couch. He sorely missed the heavy duty gloves on his uniform. He took a breath, reached under and grabbed the angry feline by the scruff, dragging it out and stuffing it into the carrier. The beast clung to his arm digging claws deep into flesh.

He wrenched his arm free knowing when the adrenaline was gone he was going to regret it. For the moment he just rinsed his arm and wrapped a tea towel around the cuts.

“Ready to go?” he called out, the cat carrier full of angry cat tucked under his arm.

“Yes, yes, I’m coming Buck,” she called as she bustled out of the bedroom. “I couldn’t leave my photos of Henry, no one has copies of these,” she explained. It squeezed Buck’s heart to think of those pieces of life that would be lost forever if the fire wasn’t stopped before it got this far.

“Ok, we have to take the stairs, but I’ll be with you the whole time,” Buck directed her toward the stairs. Mrs. Klassen balked, leaning on her cane.

“Buck, I don’t know if I can,” she withered a little as she followed him toward the fire door. The smell of smoke was heavier in the stairwell, making Buck’s stomach churn a little. He hated the idea of being trapped with someone in need without his gear. The cat carrier had a shoulder strap, he tossed it around his back making Freddy growl with rage.

“Then I’ll carry you, we have to go,” Buck’s voice was firm. People were streaming down the stairs still, some carrying far more than he’d thought to grab.

He’d left Chris’s drawings stuck to his fridge, a set of photobooth pictures of him and Tommy tucked into a book on his shelf, the wooden box of postcards Maddie had saved for him on the coffee table.

He picked up Mrs. Klassen in a bridal carry, moving quickly and carefully down the stairs with her in his arms. Even not being able to jump the railing and skip the last flight, he had her out of the building in 90 seconds. He set her down in the parking lot, got her settled on a bench with Freddy in his cat carrier, and began to move through the crowd, checking in to make sure no one was hurt and trying to get a rough idea of how many had made it out.

He looked up and could see the light of flames glowing on the seventh and eighth floor. Whatever started the fire, it had a hold on the building now.

The 122 screeched into the parking lot, firefighters bustled around, Buck reported to the captain that he’d cleared five and six but didn’t know about the rest of the building. All he could do now was watch, he settled in next to Mrs. Klassen, lending her his phone to call Dennis to come pick her up.

The air was heated from the flames that had escaped the windows, licking at the quickly darkening sky. He could see his windows from here and watched as they began to glow orange long after the sun set. He felt like the heat was raking over his skin, burning away all the pieces of himself left behind. He knew what had turned to ash, a book Hen had given him for Christmas, half-read on his bedside table, about queer history and LA. The heat would warp the roasting pan Bobby had owned and used before he merged his house with Athena’s, something for Buck to build his cooking collection on. Glass would crack and shatter on his picture frames, the rubber on his mountain bike tires would melt, the frame twisted from the flames.

He’d lose his clothes, a wardrobe he’d built slowly to be able to showcase the man he’d become from the boy he’d left behind. Souvenirs from three dozen pit stops on backcountry roads and open highways.

The gaming system he used to keep in touch with Chris. The computer he did his therapy on. The bed he’d bought just four months ago because his old one wasn’t big enough for two grown men.

He’d lose another couch. It was almost embarrassing the number of couches he’d been through at this point.

The fire was loud. Mrs. Klassen watched in silence, sometimes her eyes on the building, sometimes her eyes on Buck. Dennis was coming and when he had the chance he needed to call someone and let them know he needed to crash. Maddie, Eddie, Hen, or Bobby, he could have called any of them for a room to sleep but it wasn’t the number he wanted to dial.

He watched the glass shatter in his apartment as the flames won out. The firefighters pulled out, confident the building was empty, giving up hope on saving this one.

He’d asked Tommy to move into that loft, asked him why be apart when they could be together, and saw Tommy tell him they’d be better off apart.

“I’m not your last, I’m your first,” he’d said and it felt like the apartment had caught fire in that moment. A tiny spark that burned when Buck wasn’t looking, that was smothered in baking and family and work and distractions. But it had burned its way through Buck anyway. The flames eating away his life had been there for months, it had just taken until this day, this moment, to manifest.

He’d tossed that phrase through his mind, replayed that scene in his head a hundred times and wondered at it. Dissected the pieces, ached at the way Tommy had called him Buck, raged at the dismissive attitude he’d had when he talked about what Buck had wanted.

And for the first time, in the heat of the winter night, waiting for a little old lady’s grandson to pick her up, he remembered what else was said.

“No matter how bad I wanted to be.”

A truck whipped past on the road and jammed itself into a spot near the firetruck. “Park better, ya mook!” the captain of the 122 yelled after the driver. The noise caught his attention and he looked over to see Tommy flip off the man.

“Get fucked Deluca!” he called, making Buck blink.

“Tommy?” Buck stood, looking over at the man.

“Evan, oh my god,” he jogged over and slammed into Buck bodily, wrapping his arms around his neck. Buck hugged back, feeling his chest tighten and lungs constrict.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked muffled against Tommy’s shoulder, not wanting to pull back yet. Tommy clung to him, not letting go either.

“I heard the address on the radio when I was leaving work and … I was so worried,” he replied. Buck pulled away, blinking back tears, struggling with the sudden urge to yell or run. He didn’t know what he wanted, feeling so overwhelmed.

“Why?” was all he could ask.

“What?”

“Why were you worried? We broke up.”

“Evan,” Tommy’s voice was filled with dismay, “I still care about you.”

“Then why aren’t we together?”

“I know how this ends—” Tommy began and Buck pulled away sharply, out of his arms a step or two back.

“Do you? Or do you just think you know everything and get cynical and hopeless about the future?” Buck shot back. “Because you said I was unbelievable. You said I was unlike anyone you’d been with before, did you mean that?”

“Yes, of course,” Tommy replied quickly. “But—”

“But nothing. If I’m unlike anyone you’ve been with before you have no idea how this ends. Because you can’t predict what you haven’t seen,” Buck replied. Tommy blinked, his mouth opening and then hanging there as if he lost the words he was trying to say. “And just so you know, what you said about me figuring out relationships and all that jazz? Bi-phobic as fuck. I’m still an adult and I know what I’m looking for.”

“Uh — I didn’t mean —”

“I need a place to stay,” Buck interrupted Tommy’s floundering. Tommy looked like he was lost again. Buck didn’t mean to keep him off balance but everything he found himself saying needed to be said. “So here’s the deal, I go home with you and we talk this out. We figure our shit out without making assumptions and by actually communicating. Or I call Maddie and crash with her and you lose my number, forever.”

“Evan, I don’t know—” Tommy began to hedge

“Make a choice, right now, because I’m not watching my life burn down twice,” Buck replied, his chest tight, afraid of Tommy’s answer. He needed to know, needed to feel closure or a future. He owned nothing, every sneaker and book burned to ash.

“I’m parked over here, come on,” Tommy replied. “We’ll talk.”

Buck sighed, shaky, he looked at Ms. Klassen, “we have to wait for Dennis.” he said, remembering his responsibility.

“No dear, there are two dozen first responders here and Dennis is on his way, you go ahead,” she told him. She looked at Tommy sharply, “and you, be good to him. I’ve got three more grandsons I could introduce him to.” The threat cracked a laugh out of Buck’s chest. Tommy nodded at her solemnly and tossed his arm around Buck’s shoulder.

“C’mon, I better get you home before your neighbour gives you away,” he teased, leading Buck toward his truck.

“Longshot, but is there any chance I left a clean pair of boxers at your place?” Buck asked, fighting away a yawn.

“We can make a stop on the way home,” Tommy offered. Buck nodded, getting into the truck and leaning against the window, turning his body to watch Tommy get in. He was on his way home.

#911 abc #bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #911 season 8 #911 #buck x tommy #tevan #buck x tommy fic

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midnight1nk · 1 month ago

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Do you have any head cannons for Smg4 (or other characters in general) you’d like to share?

Oh man, do I! I gathered them in a list for yall right here, and I did section them on character for convenience:

4’s very specific coffee order: Cyanide Latte with 10 shots of espresso and 5 spoons of sugar

4’s guilty pleasure is romcoms (what started off as “romance research” to "i really am a hopeless romantic fuck")

As 4 canonically had a DeviantART account, he currently has a secret Tumblr account for his current art. He is "a bit of an artist himself" /ref. Mostly just to lurk lol

4 has all of his scars. Yes, all of them. IGBP, lobotomy, Enough is Enough, etc. He feels a bit insecure about them, and it's his own guilt reminding him bc it was caused from his own doing, so he hides them away when he cans. Clothes and hat/hair cover most of them but not all, like the scar across his left cheek and jawline (might use concealer if he absolutely needs to).

At times, especially when working too hard, he gets a shock of pain in his fingers and left arm. Yes, for IGBP reasons!!

4 would absolutely be a flower guy, he would be the kind who loves white lilies and sunflowers. Yea, those specifically. I mean, chat, give him a flower crown. just saying.

↑ (I wouldn’t consider this a hc, it’s more an AU but anyway) Past the woods surrounding the Showgrounds is a cliff overlooking the sea of the Mushroom Kingdom, a field filled with white lilies. 4 would it by accident one night after experiencing a terrible nightmare and claimed this place to be a secret spot whenever he desperately needed to take his mind off the bad stuff. For the people who read my fics, yall already know ;)

3 has fangs as part of “evil appearance”. Listen, it works, trust.

3 would own a motorcycle, or at least know how to ride one. like *sigh* yeah /pos. I mean, wouldn't that be sick tho?

3 still has those pink reading glasses from “Meme Hunters” (the brown ones he had in “Mario’s Bike Trip” were his spare)

3 would enjoy jazz. “you like jazz?~” was one of the reasons why, for the shits and giggles, but it’s also bc he genuinely likes it. Another one, this one a lot more personal, it’s the music he and Terrance would dance to back in the Internet Graveyard. 3 would play a few songs in the cafe on quiet days.

4 & 3 have a “birthmark” of their USB arrows on their wrist, the palm’s side. Appearance-wise, it’s faint and it glows in their respective colors whenever the two have to use meme powers (stronger glow when they have to hold hands)

For the characters who wear gloves (3/4/Puzzles/Mario/etc), the garments themselves are “the hands version of socks”, I’ll explain what I mean. The basic premise is that, for them, they don’t typically take them off unless it’s for hygiene reasons or if the wearer has established a close relationship, such as family, trusted friends, romantic partners, etc. You get the point. It certainly takes a lot of vulnerability and trust to do it. But obviously they have to take them off to bathe, swim, etc. So yeah, like socks :)

↑ related to that, 3 absolutely paints his nails

Meggy still has her inkling ears even after her redesigns

Tari would be great at handling a katana. idk I just thought it would be badass for her. (also bc of Metarunner lol)

With the exception of Boopkins, no one in the Crew is straight and/or cis (like Bob ftm and lesbian Meggy)

she/he transfem Puzzles (also WPNZ would be transfem)

and ofc 🗣️🎤 HETEROCHROMIA 4:

This is definitely not all my headcannons, they do be lying around in different google docs, but here's some nonetheless!!

thanks for the ask!

#smg4 #ink answers #we got a BUNCH of hc for this one #horus hc 4 #ofc I would make more edits. for propaganda hehe >:)

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tiramisumin · 3 months ago

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no doubt

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ pairing: choi hyunwoo x f!reader

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ word count: 5.83k

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ content: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD!!, fluff, humor, slight? angst, swearing, best friends to lovers, reader lowk kinda sucks guys, she’s very Impulsive, mentions of alcohol and weed, featuring sumin and jinsik + nameless/faceless girlfriends, for a lack of better words reader is como se dice… dumb <3, mentions of wet dreams, lots and lots and lots of kissing, hyunwoo is a little handsy, mutual masturbation but ur getting each other off, soft dom!hyunwoo, couch sex, i’ll be real u might get secondhand embarrassment from reader, missionary position… no protection (pls be safe!!!), cutesy ending, lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis: karma’s usually a bitch, but at least this time she was kind of sweet and considerate.

୨ৎ i have been working on this fic for well over a month now, probably two atp, and she’s finally cooked and ready to be served <3 special shout out to @tmrwsuns my blue my sweetie pie my cupcake.. without u i think i would have burned my blog to the ground… this one’s for u :3 (pls don’t forget to reblog if u liked this!)

Oftentimes, you made some questionable decisions.

Once, while sitting on the floor of your best friend’s living room, high off of your ass might you add, you flashed all three of your male friends and their respective girlfriends. You were complaining about some guy you were seeing and how he never put his mouth on your chest. It confused you because you were actually really proud of your breasts, hence why you showed them off with no issue.

(“Look! These are pretty nice!” You exclaimed in a whine, lifting your ratty t-shirt to display your bra-clad chest. “Who wouldn’t want to suck on them?”

Jinsik’s girlfriend slapped her hand over his eyes and Sumin’s slapped hers over her mouth. He looked away swiftly, whistling. Your best friend gawked at you, mostly in shock that you did it without an ounce of shyness.)

The weekly smoke and gossip sesh was awkward as hell for a bit after that. Things only went back to normal when you brought it up and everyone laughed about it later on.

There was also the time you lied to a guy about why you couldn’t go out with him anymore. Rather than explaining that you just didn’t see him that way, you told him your best friend had gotten into a horrible accident and you didn’t have the mental capacity for a relationship. This was not true. Said best friend was perfectly fine, actually, at his house probably playing one of those video games you can’t stand.

And the list keeps going. In fact, you’re sure you’ve made more stupid choices than rational choices. It was hard not to when you didn’t necessarily have quick thinking skills. You were more impulsive than anything, following along with the first thing that pops into your head rather than sitting there and thinking it through.

Maybe this was your karma.

For all the times you’ve put him in fucked up situations. For all of the humiliation and embarrassment that comes with being your best friend. You used to believe that maybe he was just a masochist, or someone who was really into that. But no, that wasn’t it. It’s because the universe was slowly, but surely, planning this moment. Meticulously. Calculatingly. Brick by goddamn brick.

It started off with a dream.

Usually following your weekly hangouts with your friends, Hyunwoo didn’t let you go home. He didn’t trust you driving yourself while high (or drunk, depending on the vice you chose for the night). And he sure as hell wasn’t sacrificing his own fun to babysit you, so it was just easier to have you sleep over. It used to annoy you, but deep down you always knew he did it for your own safety.

You had weird dreams whenever you slept in the guest room, to say the least. They were like those insane fever dreams you get when you’re delirious from being sick, or those crazy horror movie-like nightmares that you only ever hear about from others. You’d gotten used to them by this point, chalking them up to the fact that you were under the influence every time you had one.

But this wasn’t just any dream. It was one of those dreams.

Imagine the freak out you experienced when you woke up the next morning. You sat up in the pristine sheets quickly, hair disheveled and jaw dropped all the way. It was jarring, to awaken from your peaceful slumber only to realize the star of your sexually-charged fantasy was your best friend. You had never seen Hyunwoo in that kind of light before, especially because you’ve known him for so long.

You didn’t want to face him so soon after, which is why you got the fuck out of his apartment before he woke up himself. He was confused to find the guest room empty, but shrugged it off upon seeing your text about needing to be somewhere. (It was a lie, obviously, but he didn’t need to know that. Besides, technically, you did need to be somewhere. And that was pacing in your bedroom like a madwoman, trying to figure out how the hell this could happen.)

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

Your head was in your hands, between your knees, as you explained the situation to Sumin and Jinsik’s girlfriends. The three of you had planned this girls’ night a couple days ago and it worked out perfectly in your favor. You were driving yourself batshit just keeping this information to yourself.

“Will you kick my ass for saying I’m not surprised?” Sumin’s girlfriend asks. You shoot her the nastiest of death glares in response. “What? It’s true. It was bound to happen eventually.”

“Listen, Y/N, as the resident freak of our friend group, and you and Hyunwoo being the only single ones, I’m more shocked that nothing has happened between the two of you yet.” Jinsik’s girlfriend adds on sheepishly.

“I don’t just fuck anything that breathes, though!” You exclaim in defense of yourself. “I’ve never looked at him that way, either. This feels so sudden.”

“The universe works in mysterious ways. It could be trying to tell you something like, ‘Hyunwoo is hot and so are you, therefore, you would make pretty babies.’” Sumin’s girlfriend shrugs her shoulders. She was just like her boyfriend in the sense that she, too, will say things with the utmost confidence. You gawk at her, and the nonchalance of her words.

“Why would you even say that to me?! I don’t want to think about kids any time soon, let alone think about having them with my best friend since middle school.”

“This might be an unconventional scenario, but I believe in everything happening for a reason. You probably have an attraction to him that goes beyond surface level and you just didn’t know it. This isn’t the end of the world, Y/N. You should take advantage of it, ‘cause chances are something good might come out of it.” Jinsik’s girlfriend pats your back, returning her focus to painting her toenails.

It was really hard to keep her advice out of your head.

You wanted to ignore her and the whole wet-dream-about-your-best-friend thing, but it was just entirely too difficult when it kept yelling at you. Loud. Like a blaring alarm clock right beside your damn ear. Like an ambulance siren in the middle of the night.

Every time you tried to avoid Hyunwoo, he managed to worm his way into your day. He texted and asked to hang out the day after you talked to the girls, to which you attempted to deny his request, hitting him with that ‘I’m too tired’ message. He sent you a frowny face, but showed up at your door hours later with some takeout and a tub of your favorite ice cream. This was the cure to exhaustion, apparently. (His words.)

With moments like this coming at you left and right, it was becoming quite the challenge to pretend like Jinsik’s girlfriend’s suggestion didn’t ring true. It seemed near impossible, too, since you couldn’t stop fucking dreaming about him. It was as if everything was pulling you towards him and the only person trying to put a stop to it was, well, you.

It was nothing against Hyunwoo. From the stories you’ve heard about his previous partners, he’s not only a good significant other, but good in other areas too. It was entirely the fact that your friendship has withstood the test of time. You weren’t sure if you couldn’t handle the change, or if he even saw you remotely the same. What if you told him and you ruined everything? It didn’t just affect the two of you, but also your entire friend group and its dynamic.

But maybe this was worse. You were doing everything in your power to steer clear of him. And you were pretty sure he was starting to notice. Usually you would give into his second attempt to hang out with you by now. You really had to have hated him for one reason or another. You didn’t even let him sit next to you during the weekly hangout. That’s how he knew something was up. Sitting next to him meant he would roll for you, but you didn’t even bring out your pink rolling paper.

The girls kept glaring at you when you made eye contact, especially because they knew what you were doing and you were doing it so painfully blatantly. Hyunwoo wasn’t helping either. He looked good. Really really good. And those were thoughts you never could’ve imagined having. You could even feel his eyes burning holes into the side of your head, lips pulled into a pout.

As the night drew to a close, and all your friends were leaving, you also wanted to slip out along with them. You figured if you didn’t sleep in the guest room, if you had an excuse to keep your distance, everything would go back to normal. You’d stop dreaming about your best friend in the most inappropriate of ways. You could be alone with him without thinking of jumping his bones. Your weekly hangouts would return to the way they were only a week ago. It was honestly, in your opinion, a foolproof plan.

Except you did not factor in that you were, in fact, a fool yourself.

“Y/N, wait,” Hyunwoo calls just as you’re going to dash out of his front door. “I need to talk to you about something.”

Jinsik and Sumin’s girlfriends turn to you at the last second, one winking at you and the other giving you a thumbs up. (It’s pretty obvious which of them did what.) You had never wanted the ground to swallow you whole so badly. This was not a part of your plan.

“What is it?” You try to mask the quiver in your tone.

“Why were you trying to leave just now? You always sleep over after we hang out.” He asks, hands in the pocket of his hoodie. We must stay focused, brothers. We must stay focused.

“I didn’t smoke,” you say matter of factly. “Didn’t think I had to.”

“That’s what this is actually about,” his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. “You never turn down smoking, not even if you have to be up early the next day. And you’ve been avoiding me like I’m the fucking plague. What’s going on?”

“What are you talking about…?” Your voice trails off and your eyes dart to the floor. You may have been a master manipulator when it came to other douchebags your age, but never when it came to Hyunwoo. He could read you like you were an open book, pages on full display for him. He can’t stop the humorless snort that comes out when you say that.

“I’m not an idiot, Y/N. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to put two and two together. You didn’t smoke, because you knew if you were sober, I wouldn’t make you stay over. But I know there’s a reason you didn’t want to sleep here and it’s the same reason you kept coming up with lame ass excuses not to see me this week. So, just tell me what it is so we can move on.” Hyunwoo rarely gets mad at you. The last time he told you off was when you used him as a scapegoat to get out of seeing that guy, and there was validity in that. Other than what was necessary, the two of you didn’t fight. You were both so laid back that arguing over petty things seemed pointless. It was why you got along so well, why you’ve been best friends for so long.

Right now, however, his chest heaving slightly out of anger and frustration, you think he looks so attractive. Perhaps the girls were onto something when they said you should go for it. The dim lighting and the faint haze from earlier’s smoking in his living room does wonders for his already alluring appearance. You probably should’ve deflected a little more, should’ve bit your tongue a little harder, but staring at him has you confessing faster than the speed of light.

“You wanna know why I can’t be near you, Hyunwoo?” You’re taken aback by your own impulsivity, but you’re far too deep into it to stop. “Because if I’m alone with you, I might risk everything.”

“Wha—?”

“I had a sex dream about you last week,” you explain, not believing how bold you’re being despite boldness making up around 85% of your personality. “And I’ve had one every night since. I’m sorry for pushing you away, but it was either that, or throwing away nine years of friendship for another one of my stupid decisions.”

“Y/N,” he starts, and you think it’s over. “I’ve had those about you, too. More times than I should admit, really, but I knew avoiding you would just make things complicated. Instead, I forced myself to pretend it wasn’t you I was dreaming about.”

You blink at him. Was it this simple all along? Essentially, you had just done what he was trying not to do. So much for not making a stupid decision for once. Oops…

“You— you do?” Apparently that was all you took from that, though. Hyunwoo laughs, and you swear he’s the finest man on the damn planet.

“I’m not blind. You’re the prettiest girl I know, Y/N. Besides, it’s a bit difficult not to when we talk about our sex lives with each other so frequently. I am a guy. I get curious.” He shrugs. You have a sixth sense for when a dude is just glazing you so he can get in your pants. That’s not what this is. The compliment is a genuine one coming from him, and you’re certain that’s what has the heat rising under your skin.

“What exactly do you get curious about?” You step closer to Hyunwoo, his hands sliding out of his hoodie pocket. His fingers draw circles on your bicep, before gliding down your arm with pressure as light as a feather. You watch as he traces every last inch of you with dark, sharp eyes.

“If you’re actually as good at sucking dick as you say you are,” he admits shamelessly. “And since I’ve dreamt about it so many times, I always wonder how gorgeous you’d look underneath me.”

“Oh my god…” Your eyes squeeze shut, forehead falling to his shoulder.

“But it doesn’t matter, ‘cause that’s a discussion for another day. I wanna know what your dream was about. The first one.” He cups your cheek, lifting your head so you’re looking into his lust filled irises with your own. Part of you feels both shocked and embarrassed by the sudden cockiness that’s come over him, while the primal part of you wants more of it.

“We— it was during one of our group hangouts… I said something that pissed you off and we, um, went into your room so we wouldn’t annoy everyone else with our argument,” it’s easy to recall what happened in it, seeing as it’s replayed during your sleep over and over again the past few nights. “I don’t remember what you said, but next thing I knew, we were kissing and things escalated quickly… We, uh, got each other off and then I rode you…”

Talking about sexually explicit matters has never been an issue for you. You were likely the most comfortable one in your friend group to have conversations about it. For some reason, that isn’t the case at the moment. You’re shy as you recount the events, tripping over your, usually confident, words. Telling your best friend the dirty scenario you dreamt of him does that to a person, you suppose.

“Are you saying we fucked while everyone else was still here?” He clarifies, and when you nod in response, he practically groans out loud. “I think I might cry right now.”

“Wha— why?!” You’re alarmed. Maybe you were taking it too far by being detailed. Maybe—

“Baby, I’d give anything to have everybody hear me fuck you silly,” he interrupts the start of a crash-out, the pet name producing butterflies that flutter around aggressively in your stomach. “Honestly, if I don’t get to do that soon, regardless of having an audience, I’ll probably fall over and die.”

You make the mistake of glancing down, catching sight of the stiffness in his sweatpants. It proves to be difficult to ignore the tension fogging up the living room, more so when you clench around nothing. There was no turning back from this. The chances of you also dying if you didn’t have sex with Hyunwoo tonight were extremely high. You were beginning to feel unbearable amounts of desperation.

Of course, you do what any sensible individual does in this situation; You kiss him.

You kiss him as if your life depends on it, because as you mentioned previously, it kind of does. Thankfully, he kisses back with just as much fervor. His lips slot with yours perfectly, like missing puzzle pieces finding their way to each other. Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging on the ends every time he licks into your mouth experimentally. Hyunwoo walks the two of you backwards until the backs of his knees hit the sofa, falling into a seated position with you on top of him.

He isn’t afraid to explore your body, groping you everywhere he feels fit. His touch leaves fire in its wake and you’re starting to grow needier. Your whines are soft in his ears, sounds of pure desire stuffing them full like cotton. If it was the only thing he could ever listen to again, he wouldn’t mind one bit. Hyunwoo wastes not a single second pulling off your sweatshirt and tossing it haphazardly onto the floor, mouth attaching to the smooth skin of your neck and chest.

The thin material of your leggings does absolutely nothing to aid the friction between you as you grind down in his lap. It actually aggravates you further, your brows furrowing together. He can tell that you’re getting fidgety, but he’s enjoying watching you squirm because of him entirely too much. However, rolling your hips over his aching hard-on is starting to distract him from his current task. His hands pause their wandering in favor of stilling them, while he continues to suck and nibble on the pillowy mounds of your breasts. Your bra straps are slipping off your shoulders and the cups are doing an awful job at protecting them.

“‘S not enough, Hyun,” you whine, head tilting back when his kisses inch up the exposed column of your throat. “I need m-more.”

“Shhhh, baby, I’ve got you. I know,” he hums, speaking into your jawline as he nips at it. “I’ll make you feel so good, I promise. Just hold on a little longer for me, okay? I don’t wanna rush this.”

Your heart stutters behind your ribcage, beating rapidly when he says that. It’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever heard, and maybe it has to do a little with the fact that it’s coming from him, but that’s not the whole of it. It also has to do with how special he makes you out to be, like you’re not just someone he’s trying to fuck and wash his hands of afterwards. You mean a lot more than that to him.

So you nod and agree to stave off for now, attempting to focus on his thumbs rubbing soothingly on your hips rather than the wet patch that’s spreading on the front of your panties. Once he believes that he’s kissed every possible space on the surface of your skin, he brings you down to reconnect your lips. You’d think, the sheer volume of pining and hunger that you felt for one another would have this moving at a faster pace. You half expected your clothes to be off in the blink of an eye and for all of it to be over within mere minutes. But Hyunwoo drags it out, almost as if he doesn’t want the night to end.

He kisses you like you’re the very source of love and light, like having his mouth on yours is the secret to eternal life. No one has ever kissed you this way before. No one has ever made you feel like you’re more than just a warm body. Guys that you’ve hooked up with in the past didn’t even care for foreplay, let alone kissing. And if they did, it was them on the receiving end. He treats you like you hung the stars in the sky.

You pull away and he chases after you, pouting when you put your finger to his lips. “As much as I’m enjoying this, and enjoying you, if we don’t do anything soon, I think I’m gonna be the one who cries.”

“Can you remind me what it was that we did in your dream first?” He asks when your hand falls between your laps. You can feel how much he wants you, how much he needs you, but he’s exhibiting self restraint you didn’t know was possible. It all appears to be in favor of putting your pleasure at the forefront of tonight, ensuring that you’re the one satisfied by the end of it. It’s driving you fucking insane.

“Well…” You trail off as you press your hand to the crotch of his sweatpants, applying a small amount of pressure to elicit a groan from him. “I remember doing something like this…”

Hyunwoo’s hold on your hips tightens, his eyelids falling heavy when you start palming him. You take a brief second to remove your leggings, so you’re in nothing but your bra and underwear. He follows along, discarding his hoodie and pants just as quickly. You resume your ministrations, straddling him once again. He swallows thickly. “Then what?”

“And then…” You take his own hand and guide it to your core, allowing him to feel the dampness of your panties and its stickiness. He figures out what to do from there, pushing the lacy fabric to the side and running his index finger through your slit. Another whine escapes you after finally receiving some sort of relief from the fire burning in the pit of your stomach. “F-fuck, I don’t think I can— I’m not s-sure I can t-talk through this.”

“I’ve got it from here, baby, don’t worry.” Without disrupting his work, Hyunwoo leans up to kiss your jaw. You can feel the curve of a smile against your skin.

He repeatedly drags his finger through your slick, letting it catch at your sensitive clit each time. Your own hand is shaky as it pulls his underwear down enough to free his cock, your mouth almost watering at such a pretty sight. The tip leaks a pearl of precum and your thumb swipes it away, spreading it all over the head. He hisses at the contact, but doesn’t falter with his own agenda.

After teasing each other a little more, you both finally give into the temptation. You jerk off his dick while he slips two fingers inside of your empty cunt, simultaneous moans falling from your conjoined lips. You don’t risk looking down at your work, or his for that matter, because you know you’ll crumble faster than you ever have. It’s so overwhelming, but still it’s not enough. With the week you’ve had, and everything building up to this moment, being one with Hyunwoo is the only way to satiate the flame of desire.

His fingers curl in the crook of your pussy and you all but cry out into his mouth, increasing the strength of your grip on his cock. He hisses, pressing his thumb to your clit in response. You separate from his lips and he follows again, not wanting to part from you.

“Baby,” you start, gasping when his fingers speed up. He’s so distracting, your brain is forgetting how to communicate to your mouth. The words are sitting on the tip of your tongue, but they stay stuck there.

“Hmm?” Hyunwoo hums, leaving kisses on your neck and chest since you denied him of your lips.

“I can’t— I need—” You shake your head, halting your actions and grabbing his wrist gently. “I need more. I want you… So so bad.”

The way he looks at you when you say this, you’d think you were the prettiest, shiniest thing on earth. Maybe you were some sort of heroine in your past life. What else would you have done to deserve such appreciation? You’re beginning to believe that there was more to Hyunwoo’s feelings about you. It had to be deeper than just the occasional wet dream about his best friend. There was emotion in his eyes and his kisses.

And there was a very real chance that it was the same for you.

“C’mere,” he says softly, lowering you on his lap so you’re eye level. “Tell me what you want so I can give it to you.”

And now he’s so close, but so far. The heat of him is calling to you, like he was a siren luring you in further and further. This line of friendship that you were so determined not to cross has finally blurred to the point that there isn’t a possibility you didn’t already cross it. You just stare at him with something different, a glint in your gaze that communicates what you were afraid of speaking out loud.

“I—“ Your breath catches in your throat. “First, I need you to answer me honestly.”

“Y/N, when have I ever lied to you?”

“Do you love me?” You ask him, a little unsure why that’s the question you asked when there were a million others you could have picked. He’s taken aback by it, and you don’t really blame him when it came completely from left field. However, he regains control of his bearings rather quickly.

“Do I love you?” He parrots, and you kind of regret asking this now; while you’re both naked and vulnerable.

“I know you love me as a friend. There’s no way you don’t, considering how long we’ve known each other. But are you doing this because you’re horny and need a temporary fix, or is this more than that for you?” See, this is exactly why you wanted to just avoid the situation entirely. This is why you wanted to act like you never had that dream, to salvage your friendship from what your sleeping state had already tainted.

“Y/N,” Hyunwoo says gently, cupping both hands under your jaw. “Let’s think for a second. Would I ever do something as low as fucking you just for the thrill of it? This means something to me. It always has. I didn’t want to say anything and scare you ‘cause I know the way your head works.”

“Okay…” Your voice isn’t much louder than a whisper, nodding slowly before you kiss him once more. This time it’s sweeter, gentler than the others. So many things that aren’t just lust are translated into it.

“Okay?” He curls his lips into a smile, pulling you closer and flipping you so your back rests on the couch. He hovers over you, his nose brushing yours delicately. He cares for you like you’re made of the finest china, as if one wrong move might shatter you. It’s completely different than how he is in your friendship, but the duality does nothing except amplify your need for him.

“Okay.” You repeat, closing the gap between your mouths without hesitation.

So maybe the entire thing was a little unconventional. Here you are, laid out on your best friend’s sofa with his dick sliding into you as if this was a normal Friday night activity. His lips move against yours like it’s muscle memory. But above all, you don’t think you could have it any other way. Each kiss, each gasp, each caress of skin on skin— it’s so perfect to you and you’re glad you threw caution in the wind this time around. Unconventionality wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Hyunwoo bottoms out with a grunt, forehead falling to your shoulder as both of you adjust to him finally being inside of you. He’s so warm, pulsating like a second heartbeat between your legs. Your eyes all but roll to the back of your head, the pleasure nearly unbearable. Had you put aside your pride long ago, you might not have had to deal with incompetent partners in the past. Perhaps you could’ve had this all to yourself sooner.

He rears his hips back slowly, just to snap them into yours rhythmically, finding a pace that doesn’t tire him out but gives you that push towards sweet relief. He kisses your shoulder where his forehead once was, one hand gripping onto your hip for dear life and the other pressing your thigh almost parallel to your chest. The angle is delicious, allowing him to dive deep in your pussy and reach where no one has before.

“How are you doing, baby?” Hyunwoo suddenly asks, voice slightly straining. You whimper in response, too hypnotized by his cock to conjure a proper, coherent sentence. He tsks teasingly, lips tip-toeing along your jaw. “That’s not an answer. Use your words.”

“It feels…” You trail off as you search for the right response, only to be interrupted with a high-pitched moan when he switches up his speed. “G-Good god, Hyun… It feels s-so good…”

He smiles at your struggle, then resumes his focus on providing you maximum bliss. Your friendship has always been based on the banter between the two of you. Joking and messing around with each other was part of the foundation that maintained your relationship. You had a sharp tongue, hitting him with witty one-liners for the sake of keeping him on his toes. However, right now, seeing you so pliant beneath him, practically crumbling through his fingers, he thinks he could get used to this.

You can hardly keep your eyes open, lashes obscuring the majority of your vision. With other guys, it’s taken anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour to build up the pressure in your core. And that’s if you were lucky. There were more times than you could count on a single hand where you didn’t get to finish at all. This time, Hyunwoo has you inching towards the edge quicker than you’ve gotten yourself.

He can tell, too, if the way your walls contract and flutter around him are anything to go by. “Close?”

“Mhm…” You whine, back arching off of the couch in an attempt to minimize the space between you. Your arms wrap around Hyunwoo’s neck, fingers linking so you can kiss him again. He continues to hold down your hip, but migrates his thumb to your clit to further guide the process.

The fire underneath your skin burns hot and by just applying pressure to that sensitive bundle of nerves down south, he’s tipping you towards your climax without a warning. The sound that comes out of you is foreign, loud and damn-near pornographic. He eats it up, swallowing it as he kisses you like you’re the center of the universe. Your body is so exhausted, but it lets him overstimulate it until he’s ready to reach his own peak.

When you’ve both come down from your state of euphoria, the weight of the moment dawns on you vividly. You take a second to stare, eyes tracing the curve of Hyunwoo’s face and the drops of sweat that follow his hairline to the tip of his nose and his jaw. He starts to tidy up after yourselves, collecting your clothing and running to grab some fresh ones. He returns with a clean pair of his underwear and a t-shirt for you, as well as a glass of water and a washcloth. You’re not sure how you could be so blind as to not see how beautiful your best friend is until now. And not just beautiful in the shallow, appearance-concentrated kind of way, but beautiful in every aspect imaginable.

He’s always the first person you talk to in the morning, and the last one you talk to before you go to sleep. He knows your favorite color and your favorite movie. He remembers your order from every restaurant you’ve ever visited together, and could pick something you’d like from somewhere new. He has a solution for every scenario, whether you’re happy, sad, or angry. He pretends to get into horrific accidents to save you from weird guys that you go out with, even though he gives you pushback for it.

Choi Hyunwoo isn’t flawless, but he’s perfect to you. And he’s perfect for you. He’s your rock and your anchor. He’s your warm fuzzy blanket on a cold day. He’s your breath of fresh air on a cool summer night after a long day of sweltering heat. He’s absolutely everything you need and more, and you’d be an idiot if you didn’t recognize that now, or ever.

“You’ve been glaring at me for a while… Whatcha thinking about?” He asks after helping you redress. (You were capable of doing that by yourself, but you can’t deny that you like the attention.)

“I’m kinda lucky, aren’t I?”

“Huh?” His eyebrows furrow together as he stands from the couch and he drops the washcloth in his hands. “What are you talking about?”

“For all that I am, all the fuck-ups and the impulsive choices that I make, I somehow managed to end up with you by my side. I’ve dragged you into some unbelievable situations and you’ve never once hated me. Isn’t that crazy?” You elaborate. Hyunwoo forgets all about the washcloth, sitting next to you again.

“I’d never leave you, Y/N,” he says seriously, one arm slung around the backrest of the sofa and the other in your lap. “When I said tonight meant something to me, I was serious. Aside from, like, my mom, you’re the most important girl in my life. I would never jeopardize our friendship over something like a wet dream. If I didn’t see you for you, if I didn’t already see my future with you, I wouldn’t put you in an intimate position. This is where it ends for me, I don’t want anyone else.”

“Promise?” You can’t help feeling small as you seek reassurance.

“I swear to you, baby. You’re so precious to me.” Hyunwoo confirms. That’s all you need to hear to lean in for another kiss, this one filled with unbridled love and affection. Men used to go to wars to experience this kind of longing and pining, but Choi Hyunwoo wouldn’t change anything for the world as long as he had you.

It looks like your questionable decisions paid off after all.

#xikers #xikers x reader #xikers smut #xikers hyunwoo #xikers hyunwoo x reader #choi hyunwoo #choi hyunwoo x reader #choi hyunwoo smut #hyunwoo #hyunwoo x reader #hyunwoo smut #𐙚 tiramisumin

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Party Girl

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader x Yelena Belova

Summary: You go to a party and get kidnapped by Kate and Yelena

Author's note: All I could think of is Shayne from Smosh yelling kidnepapped.

Everyone on your campus knew to go to Yelena whenever they needed anything they happened to be too young to purchase. She graduated last year but still hung around campus profiting off of students at parties and outside of classrooms.

Her girlfriend Kate a rich girl with an affinity for getting invited to any party she asked about only helped her grow her influence. You wouldn’t know who she was expecting for your friends buying from her for a party they were throwing. In exchange, she was paid and invited to the party giving her more opportunities to reach her claws into the underclassmen.

This has all led you to your current situation abandoned on your friend's couch surrounded by people making out, fighting, and Drinking. The only enjoyable part of this experience was the people watching but mostly watching Yelena. Her hair is slicked back and her eyeliner is heavier than usual. As much as you don’t want to be attracted to her you can’t help it. Between the aura and the accent, she just attracts men and women alike to her and you are different. You can tell how she bagged Kate. Kate and Yelena were the power couple on campus before Yelena Graduated. She seems to excuse herself from a conversation before making her way to Kate who is in the middle of an intense game of beer pong. They start whispering to each other. Their words are indefinable due to the angle of their faces. You blush as they both look up catching you in your staring. You turn to focus on a group of boys insulting each other hoping for fists to start flying so you dont feel so embarrassed.

“You were staring pretty hard” Someone whispers in your ear. You startle turning around to find Kate resting her elbows on the couch. “Sorry. It wasn’t on purpose” You look back towards the boys to see that they devolved into a complete bloodbath as someone had drawn a knife. “How about we get out of here before the cops show up? Yelena’s car is out front and I am really in the mood for some hot chicken”. It's been so long since you let yourself just do something fun. You spend all your time studying, in class, or sleeping. “You’re sure Yelena won’t mind,” You ask watching as Yelena chats up one of your friends. “She is the one who brought it up”. “Okay, I’ll go with you two” You start from the couch grab your purse, and follow Kate outside to Yelena’s car. Rather than her usual sports car Kate unlocks a jeep and helps you into it.

“Are you two going off-roading tonight?” You question buckling into the back seat. “My family has a cabin about an hour from here Yelena and I were planning on spending the night there. We like to go there every couple of weeks to get away from the people here.” Kate explains. “Sorry girls I got caught up with some business.” Yelena slides in turning the car on. “So Kate said that you wanted to invite me. Why?” You question as Yelena pulls away from your friend's house. “Because I wanted you to come”

“That’s not a real answer. Why did you want me to come on your little date night?” You unintentionally make eye contact with Yelena in the review mirror. “You want the truth,” Yelena asks her gaze returning to the road. “I wouldn't have asked if I didn’t” You shoot back.”We want to fuck you.” Yelena says it so plainly as if this is an average conversation for her. “Mmh and how many girls have you had in this exact position.” You question as Yelena Pulls the car into the hot chicken drive-through. “Not many actually…” Kate starts before Yelena interrupts her with your order. “None in this exact position. We normally just fuck at the parties we’ve never invited one out” Yelena mentions a smirk clear on her face. She likes to prove you wrong just because it pisses you off.

Once food is acquired Yelena pulls into a nearby children's park. It is abandoned due to the late hour as the three of you sit at the swing set hot chicken in hand. It's almost relaxing if you can forget why they brought you here. “So you were just going to fuck me in the back of your car?” You ask looking over at the two of them curiously. “Not in the car we are not savages” Yelena scoffs at the insult. “We were going to take you to our cabin. It’s nice you'll love it” Kate adds. “I don’t think that's a good idea I have class tomorrow. Maybe another time” You add to try and lessen the blow. It's not that you don’t want to fuck them but going to a cabin in the woods with a rich girl who could literally get away with murder and a known drug dealer doesn't seem like a smart idea.

They share a look that worries you until Yelena looks back at you with a smile. “Okay we can drop you at your dorm” Yelena stands tossing her food into a nearby trashcan. “We need to get back if you're going to get to bed on time” Kate’s smile is almost sincere. “Okay, I can walk you guys don’t have to drive me” You hurry after them. “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s dangerous for a little girl like yourself out here. Now get in the car” Yelena opens your door rather aggressively and you slide in.

She leans over to buckle you. As much as you want to fight you don’t you’ve already pissed them off enough. “Goodnight Malishka” Yelena clicks your seatbelt in. “What” Her hand comes up to your nose and a rag is held in it. How could you have missed that earlier where the fuck was she hiding it. A slightly fruity sweet smell adults your senses as a forced sleep takes your body.

When you wake you're cuffed to a bed and it's not your own that much is for sure. It all comes rushing back to you. The party Yelena and Kate the rag. They really are what people make them out to be. “Oh, you're awake darling” You look up as Kate enters the bedroom. This is the most unput-together you've ever seen her. She is wearing black sweats that are at least two sizes too big and a baggy sweater with the neck cut out. “You kidnaped me” You cross your arms as much as you can while cuffed to the wall. “Is it really kidnapping if you're not a child” She leans against the door frame and fuck she's sexy. You really should be focusing on how to get out of here they fucking kidnapped you.

“You have to let me go I have classes “ you argue pulling on the cuffs harshly. It hurts your wrist not that you would ever admit that to her. “You can’t leave she won’t let you which means I can’t let you either” Kate’s smile turns said but she still doesn’t seem that upset. “You guys are fucking crazy you kidnapped me” You scream pulling on your cuff aggressively. “I’ll fucking kill you let me go” You scream trashing wildly. “Shh sh sh don’t get yourself all worked up. If you keep pulling on your arm like that you're going to get hurt. Then your mommy will get upset and I promise you don’t want that.” Kate’s hands hold you as you stop thrashing. “What the fuck did you just say.” You glare directly at her waiting for a clear response.

“That is not the kind of language you should be using Malishka” Yelena startles you and your gaze cheeks over to her. Her hair is freshly washed and she is holding a bowl in her hands.”I was going to bring you some cereal but I guess you don’t really do it “ She sets the bowl down on a table by the door and comes over to the bed. She uncuffs your wrist as Kate holds your free hand tightly in both of her own. As if you could even get away from one of her hands. “ You hurt your wrist” Yelena cooes inspecting the red lacerations on your wrist. “Just let me go please” You whisper. “I am afraid we can’t do that Malishka” Yelena faux pouts tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

#yelena belova #kate x yelena #yelena belova x reader #kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #marvel

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