#OK HE'S STILL HOT ?? nerd.
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todayisafridaynight · 1 year ago
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Okay I know Ichi’s crazy hair is what makes us smile and go absolutely insane… but when I see him with his punch perm I forget how to breathe. 🥵
HE IS VERY HANDSOME WITH HIS PUNCH PERM THAT A VALID REACTION TO HAVE
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unsteddie · 7 months ago
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Steve agrees to play npc parts for Eddie's big one shot that he's been planning forever, but only if Eddie will play basketball with him. So they meet Lucas and Max at the court in the park and Eddie will not shut up about everything.
It's hot, his shorts are rubbing his legs weird, the sun's too bright. Just in general being as annoying as possible. It doesn't bother Steve even a little, he's too busy being smug about getting Eddie into basketball shorts at all. Sure he was still wearing a band shirt, but the shorts were a win.
It starts pretty normal, Max is absolutely ripping them apart verbally and it's working weirdly well to balance out her actual basketball skills, which are nothing to write home about. Eddie whines everytime hes got to run up or down the court, but he does ok at controlling the ball and manages to catch it when Steve throws it to him.
Steve's being blocked by Lucas who's the same height now, and Max is running for Eddie and the ball. Steve's yelling at him to throw it, just aim for the net, and he does. He sinks it, the ball barely touches the rim. He shouts in victory and runs to Steve for a congratulatory kiss, losing the ball to Max, completely worth it.
Over the course of the next few minutes he sinks two more. Steve calls for a pause in the game and simply hands Eddie the ball and tells him to shoot. Another basket. He moves him farther back and Eddie makes it again. Eventually he's standing at the free throw line having scored 7 consecutive baskets and he looks at Steve in wonder and says
"hey, I think I'm good at this?"
Max and Lucas are losing their minds, Lucas is somewhere behind him saying "of course he's good at this." Over and over again.
Steve can't decide if he's more frustrated or charmed, but what he says is "what the fuck, we could have won the championship if you hadn't been a nerd."
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cheonstapes · 1 year ago
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miguel o'hara stars in... 'NERD!MIGUEL STARTS AN ONLYFANS' (ง ื▿ ื)ว
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a/n~ this popped in my head so quick and i thought i was gonna combust if i didn’t start writng then and there٩( ᐛ )و once again all creds to @nymphomatique 💗
part 2
summary; your nerdy almost-boyfriend starts an onlyfans without you knowing.
wc; 1.6k
pairings; nerd!miguel o'hara x rich!fem!reader
cw; SMUT!!, onlyfans, miguel being embarrassed, m!masturbation, panty kink, humiliation kink, sub!miguel pretending to be a dom, miguel being obsessed with reader (//∇//), dom!reader, reader being possessive (as you should), the woman was too stunned to speak, paint me like one of your french girls, nawt proofread - i was half asleep
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ok,, nerd! miguel with a secret onlyfans that he hides from you.
because he’s lowkey embarrassed 
because he wants you to find it and punish him for sharing what’s yours with others
on top of that, he’s one of the top accounts on the site. i mean it’s not a surprise- he’s still hot as fuck. extremely tall, chiseled body, thick thighs, sexy face, big dick- he’s quite literally perfect, and he knows you know that. 
he only started it because of you, anyway. the compliments you whisper in his ears, telling him how beautiful he is, how much you love his body, he never realised how fine he actually is. so one day whilst he was sitting in your dorm, finishing up on of your reports, he decided he would put his body to good use. you were out for the night, and you probably wouldn’t come back until the next morning so he had all the time in the world. 
he scrolled through a few pics you took of him on your phone, but something was bugging him. he looked so…submissive in them. yeah, of course he enjoyed being submissive - but only for you. the idea of other people seeing him in a way that’s reserved for you and you only giving him a strange feeling in his chest. miguel was a virgin before he met you though, so being submissive was really all he knew. being dominant felt wrong, but he was willing to give it a try.
feeling a surge of confidence, he stood up from your desk, stripping himself of his shirt, leaving him clad in his loose sweats. he sat on your queen sized bed, scooting himself up to the headboard. he really was a tall motherfucker though, long legs dangling off the edges of your fluffy mattress. he props one leg up, resting his elbow against it as he angles the camera down towards his chest, bulging muscles highlighted by your warm fairy lights.
he takes pic after pic, different angles and positions around your room even using some of your toys as props. but in all of those pictures, he never showed his face - that’s for you, and nothing can change that. instead, he offered his followers a view of his plump lips, pulled into a lazy grin in every photo. 
a few months pass and he’s been racking up followers like crazy, all the money he makes - he spends on you, of course, buying you bags, clothes, shoes, anything his pretty mommy desires. you don’t question where he was getting all that money from, miguel also came from a pretty wealthy family - he did still spend as much of his parents money on you as he could.
eventually, he was in the top 3 creators of the site. he started to get a bit more raunchy with his posts, after that, he blew up like crazy. the constant *pings*! from his phone, however, was a means for suspicion. since when was your little loser of a boyfriend, well he’s not your boyfriend yet, but since when was he popular? like, people only know who he is because of you, and still nothing really changed since you claimed him as yours - so what’s with this sudden boost in attention he’s receiving?
he sits across from you, at your desk again, as you glare holes into his back from your plush bed. he’s smiling at his phone, the screen hidden from your view and you can only assume the worst. he’s talking to other bitches. everyone knew you were possessive, but when it comes to miguel? that’s a whole ‘nother situation. you wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of anyone who even thought about fucking around with your miguel. having connections is a real blessing.
your tongue clicks in annoyance, voice cutting through the comfortable silence in the room as you call out to him. “miguel, give me your phone.” you hold a hand out towards him, unmoving as your face remains devoid of emotion - although your twitching eyebrow tells a lot. he looks up at you immediately, pushing his frames back up his face. “w-what d’you need my phone f-for?” it was a valid question in any other circumstance, but this wasn’t any other circumstance. this was your obedient, not so little, miguel questioning you.
your brows raise, an amused scoff leaving your glossy lisp. you raise from the bed, strutting over to him as you snatch his phone from his hand. “the fuck is up with this attitude, hm? i don’t remember teachin’ you to be a little brat.” you sneer down at him, he was pathetic, really. face flushing as he realised his mistake, stumbling over his words and whimpering soft pleas of forgiveness. “shut it.” you don’t spare him another glance, gripping his phone as you sit back on your bed, crossing your legs.
unlocking his phone was easy, his password is your birthday - you could smile at how cutely obsessed with you he is but you were too pissed off at the moment. and of course, his lock screen and wallpaper is a picture of you, the same with his instagram pfp as you scroll through his chats. everything was weirdly innocent. there were only brief dm’s between him and what seemed like old friends and some current friends you didn’t even know he had, even his snapchat was completely barren.
you double, even triple checked his socials - not even a finsta in sight. with a deep sigh, you give up. of course you weren’t going to say out loud that you were overthinking but- oh? that stupid notification sound again. you quickly looked down at his phone again, seeing a notification from twitter. you completely forgot about it - seeing as it’s not even fucking called twitter anymore. 
clicking on it, your eyes widen in surprise. this whole account was a complete 360 from the miguel that grovels at your feet on a daily basis. the most teasingly sexy posts litter his feed - promising all that and more if you just clicked on the link in his bio, and that you did. miguel was watching you nervously the whole time, thinking the worst at your silent reactions. he moves to stand, hoping that just maybe he can get his phone back. “sit the fuck down.” and he sits.
what a fucking slut. your good little boy, in all these different positions, fooling his fans into thinking he’s some strong, sexy, dom. getting off in your bed, calling his fans all the nasty names you call him. the whole situation was just so funny to you. these poor people, they didn’t know how much their favourite daddy dom was in fact a little bitch, for you and you only. 
there was a part of you that was happy seeing have so much confidence, as much as you want to keep him all to yourself. it was kinda hot, him trying to act all dominant. you’d be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t make your cunt throb, biting your lips as you scroll deeper, and deeper. one post in particular caught your eyes, though. it was a video, the lighting was darker than the others but his body was just as clear. you put the volume all the way up, snickering at miguel’s frightened gasp behind you.
you can see why this post had so many likes now, cause god was it sexy. miguel laid on your bed, his face not visible, chest on display as he lightly ran his strong hands up and down his body, mumbling deep praises to his fans about how ‘good’ they are for him, how well he could fuck his pretty little sluts, how they probably wish they were there with him. who wouldn’t? his fat cock was drizzled in lube, sticky, hard, and leaking all over his hand. it rested on his stomach, smearing pre all over his happy trail, as he traced a thick finger along the throbbing veins. 
his moans where still just like you knew them to be, whiny and breathy, small whimpers leaking through his spit soaked lips. his hand worked himself faster, pumping up and down just like you do, skimming over his tip in the same way you do. after all, you’re the only one who knows how to use him. it feels like he edges himself forever. constantly stopping and starting, gripping onto his cock tightly to stop himself from exploding all over himself.
he pants heavily, growling softly as he pulls something up out of frame, a small black lacy thong. your black lacy thong, the same one you had on right now. he wrapped it around his aching cock, rubbing his tip along the crotch before rapidly fucking himself into the fabric. he doesn’t last long though, the thong smelt like you, he had only taken it a few minutes before he started filming - digging through your dirty laundry like some depraved perv to find the perfect pair.
only after a couple quick pumps did he spill all over the pretty fabric, his mouth hung open, chest shimmering with sweat. he brought the soiled panties to his mouth, sensually licking off his own cum before shooting a teasing smile at the camera - the video ending. you couldn’t even speak, slowly turning around to face him, his head hanging down in shame. 
oh, you were gonna make sure he learnt his lesson. his fans too.
to be continued…
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- i want his balls jn my mouf
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poetryvampire · 6 months ago
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Dingdong! Horny Gale hours
✨️Nsfw ✨️
Hear me out. Riding Gale while he's reading you poetry.
♡ Oh boy. He's already over the moon to have a partner that he can nerd out with over the most romantic bullshit you've ever heard. I'm talkin' Shall I compare thee to a summer's day, She walks in beauty like the night romantic bullshit. So he's blushing like mad when you ask him to read.
♡He starts out so excited and so confident, really putting the energy in (so many hand motions omg). But you're here to put that practiced tongue to work.
♡After a few poems you sit right in his lap and his brain just short circuits. You go on like nothings happened and whine about how he was just getting to the best part.
♡Gale's stuttering and stumbling over his words sooo awkwardly. He's wild about feeling you pressed against him and can't think about anything other than how you're wiggling your ass.
♡You're teasing him and singing his praise, telling him how sexy he is, how hot his voice gets you, how wet it makes you. You're bagging him to keep reading but Gale barely remembers his name.
♡You start jerking him but stop the second he pauses too long. He's a blushing embarrassed needy mess. He's so hungry for your touch but he's failing miserably.
♡Until you really grab him by the praise kink. He gets through a couplet ok and you're gripping him hard telling him how good he's doing, how good his sensual voice makes you feel, and he wants to make you feel good right? Gale wants to be your good boy like he wants to breathe.
♡It lights a fire in him and he's reading with vigor. Growling and panting through verses, every word thick with his desire.
♡You're still showering him with compliments and pleading him not to stop even as you're finally sinking on to his cock. Honestly you're the one having a hard time now.
♡Gale doesn't do things half way. He sees you're enjoying it so now he's the one turning up the heat. Now he's finding a toe- curling rhythm between his words and hips as he's rutting up into you. He purposely switching between slow and fast paced poems. Now whose the tease?
♡Will even switch to vividly erotic subject matter and whisper it low and husky right in your ear. Think Sappho, Pablo Neruda or Ee Cummings (or their high fantasy equivalent lol). He's punctuating particularly sizzling lines with some powerful thrusts and you're a babbling mess.
♡Needless to say you two make it a thing. You have a little poetry club now ya nerds 💜
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cheolhub · 2 years ago
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LOVE SCENE — LEE SEOKMIN ࿐
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summary. you’re scared that seokmin might want to go separate ways after graduation, but he proves, in more ways than one, that he wants you. forever.
wc. 2.3k
warnings. college au. nerdy soft dom!seokmin, breeding kink xx, obscene amounts of dirty talk, pinch of angst, literal love making, unprotected sex, marriage kink, HEAVY praise, baby talk, v minimal plot im sorry — MINORS DNI 18+
note. DAMN ok i have a lot to say so i’ll keep it short. ONE this was a request but like i kinda didn’t do anything the request asked for and im so sorry, i hope u can forgive me anon. TWO i literally lost sight of the plot so dont ask me abt any missing details ehehb just enjoy seok being hot <3 THREE happy belated birthday to my minnie <3 FOUR thank u to my luvr @rkiv4d for beta-ing. yas ok enjoy
p.s. reblogs and feedback are extremely appreciated— i also love to hear ur thoughts <3
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how seokmin pulled you, the most beautiful girl to ever walk the earth, he has no clue. he’s what people call a ‘nerd’ with his thick-rimmed glasses and his abnormally high IQ and you’re the pretty girl that didn’t understand the simplicity of covalent and ionic bonds who fell head over heels for him. 
you couldn’t help it, he was so smart and so fucking pretty. he was awkward and he giggled when he got nervous and he was so unbelievably goofy that it had you laughing till you cried. nevertheless, he was the most beautiful man ever. 
then you asked him out. he remembers it like it was yesterday. the last day of your chem class– the end of the first semester of your sophomore year– right after your final. you thanked him incessantly, giving him a hug for helping you get a B in the class. you told him you’d rather thank him another way— another way being a date. with you. at your place with a homemade dinner. 
he would’ve been stupid to decline. so he didn’t. and the rest was history. seokmin became your boyfriend, grew more confident in himself, and fell in love with you.
now you’re in your final year, the last few weeks approaching quickly, and you’ve been anxious. anxious about seokmin leaving you, anxious about going separate ways after graduation, anxious that this was all just fun and games till it was time to get serious about life.
seokmin has picked up on your behavioral patterns over the past 2 years. he knows you so well, probably better than anyone else in your life– probably better than he knows himself. 
so when seokmin sees you evading his eyes with his cock stretching you open, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 
“hey,” he whispers, stilling inside of you. when you don’t turn your head and your eyes are still closed, he calls for you. “baby?”
you feel your heart clench at the pet name. “hmm?” you hum.
“baby, do you not wanna do this anymore?” he questions worriedly, ready to pull away from you. “i can pull out.”
you mumble, “i-i do.” 
he cocks his head even more confused, “talk to me, pretty, what’s going on?”
he pushes into you some more, making you gasp and you can feel his expectant eyes burning holes into your face. you then realize he’s not gonna let this go, but it’s partially your fault for letting your mind wander while he was putting away the dinner you guys ate. you decide to just come out with it.
“‘m just… so scared of graduating…” you whimper between your words, eyes screwing tighter. 
he hums, “look at me, baby.” the demand comes out so soft, yet the sheer dominance of his voice makes you clench around him. you turn your head on the pillow, opening your eyes, and finally looking at him. “why?”
you shudder at the eye contact. he looks so pretty, so concerned over you, yet you’re still tense and oh-so nervous. the topic of post-grad has never come up, and now you’re mid-fuck about to tell him how you want to be with him forever. 
“i-i’m scared that… that you’re gonna go off without me,” you pant, hands wrapping around his biceps and holding him to keep you stable. 
“where am i gonna go, beautiful?” he whispers, bottoming out and fully sheathing himself inside of you. 
you whimper again, his massive cock filling you so well. “s-scared you’re gonna go do big things ‘n leave me…” 
he freezes at that, eyes widening, “leave you?” he asks incredulously as if he couldn’t believe that you’d ask that question. “baby, you think i’d leave you?” 
you nod slowly. “i dunno, ‘s just that i’ve been thinking ‘n you’re so smart– gonna go get a real job that’s across the country or something…” 
he’s honestly bewildered. why would you ever think something like that when he’s tried so hard to show you how much he loves you every single day?
“oh, baby, i would never fucking leave you.” he presses his forehead yours, nose rubbing against yours. “pretty fucking thing, i adore you— love you. more than anything.”
your eyes glisten with tears at the reassurance. you feel yourself relax under him, entirely fluttering at his words. “really?”
“yes, really. how can i prove it to you? want me to put a ring on your finger?” he whispers, breath fanning against your face. 
you gasp, clenching around him again, fingers digging into his muscles. he smiles, chuckling airly at your reaction. 
“my pretty baby wants that? you like that idea?” he asks, his sultry voice filling your ears. “you wanna be my wife?”
you nod your head, eyes fluttering shut as you moan, “yeah, w-wanna be your wife.” 
your response has seokmin reeling. he pulls his hips back and slams back into you making both of you moan again. 
“yeah? bet you want my kids, too.” he states boldly, mind cringing at his words and internally freaking out that you’ll get turned off at them. 
you choke, clamping tightly around his length. “f-fuck.” you cry. “d-don’t say things like that, seok.”
“why? ‘cuz i’m right?” he grunts, thrusts growing faster.
you nod your head and seokmin nearly cries, cock twitching at the idea of pumping you full of cum and getting you pregnant with his kids. you’d be such a great mom and he’d love having a mini-seok running around a nice, big house fit to take a family. 
admittedly, he’s been wanting to talk about his future with you. he’s been fantasizing about it since the first time he said he loved you. fantasizing about you being his wife and living together in a big house and having three kids and living happily ever after as if it were some fairytale. he’s imagined your kids and how they would be a constant reminder of his everlasting love for you. he hopes that they’ll look like both of you– kids with your eyes and his nose. he’d kill for that.
“wanna put a baby in you,” he mumbles, lips ghosting over yours. “swear to god, ‘m gonna give you everything you want– ‘ll get you a ring ‘n a house– everything. just say the word.”
you lift your head to press your lips to his, moaning into his mouth like a mad woman. your stomach drops in anticipation, suddenly craving the feeling of his warm cum filling you to the brim, sure to get you pregnant. your legs wrap around him, heels digging into his back and you can’t resist the cry that he ends up swallowing at the new angle. 
seokmin pulls back, panting, “gonna let me give it to you, baby?” 
“uh-huh!” you nod, eyes screwing shut and jaw going slack as his speed increases. “yes, yes, please give it to me.” your response is wavered as you nearly choke on a sob of pleasure. 
and you know the decision is haste– a baby even though you still have a month left of undergrad seems… absurd to say the very least, but you don’t need to think about anything. you know seokmin. you know he’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. he's an amazing boyfriend and person in general. you already know he’d make an even more amazing husband and father. 
who would’ve thought the nerdy man with glasses who was insanely good at chemistry would be the one you ended up with?
he lets out a guttural moan, “such a good girl, always saying please.” he praises, slamming into your sweet spot repeatedly.
and jesus fucking christ, your moans and cries are like music to his fucking ears. 
his head falls into your neck, licking and sucking at your skin. “never gonna leave, i promise. gonna make you mine, gonna take care of you.” he mumbles into the skin as he continues to mark and ravage you. 
the stimulation and his words are sending you into orbit as your stomach churns and tightens at the feeling of his cock rearranging your insides. his strokes are impressive, never missing a beat and unrelentingly hitting the spot that makes you crumble. 
he feels you tighten around him, gummy walls squeezing him in and he curses, “shit, is my pretty girl gonna cum already?” his voice borders on condescending, but it only makes the tightrope in your stomach all the more closer to completely unraveling. 
“y-yeah, so close,” you moan breathily as your pants increase, chest rising and falling rapidly. “so fuckin’ close, min, ‘m gonna cum.”
his lips find your ear and he whispers hotly against the shell, “come on, baby, cum for me so i can fill you up.” he gently tugs at your earlobe with his teeth and you can’t resist, back arching with a shiver running down your spine.
your orgasm brings you immense pleasure, white spots filling your vision as you cum with a loud sob. you feel it in your entire body, from your curled toes to your thrown back head. your eyes roll back, calling out his name and raking your nails down the skin of his arms. 
he coos, holding back a groan at the way you get even tighter as you soak him in arousal. “thaaat’s it, baby, just like that. so, so good for me.” he coaxes you through your euphoric high, fucking you through it as he always does. 
“s-so good,” you slur, parroting his words as your mind numbs a bit. 
he moans, letting the sound of your whimpers and the lewd sounds of your bodies meeting fill the room. he buries his head in your neck again, desperately rutting into you so he can let go, too. your eyes flutter closed again and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to you. 
your overstimulated pussy pulses around him as you listen and whine along to your lover's muffled moans. you can tell he’s close. so close to giving you the life you’ve imagined for almost 2 years. so close to being yours forever. 
“seok, cum inside me,” you whisper and his hips stutter, yet they keep moving as if they have a mind of their own. he lifts his head and looks at you– his eyes are clouded over and teary, yet they’re filled with all the love in the world.
he looks so beautiful above you. his face is scrunched up in pleasure, brows knitted, eyes droopy, mouth hung open as pretty sounds exit his loose lips.
“i… fucking love you…so much.” he says in between pants, thrusts growing sloppy. the telltale signs of his fast approaching orgasm becoming heavily apparent. “god, so much, baby, love you so much.”
you nod your head, mirroring his pleasured face. “me too, seok, i love you.” your words are a bit scrambled, but seokmin makes sense of them– understands you so well. 
his eyes roll back a bit at your response, brain momentarily malfunctioning, but he comes back seconds later. “gonna take this load like a good girl, right, pretty? gonna get pregnant and let me marry you?” he moans out breathily, cock now twitching uncontrollably. 
“yes, yes, yes, please, wan’ it so bad!” you beg.
it’s all he needs to press his hips to yours, stilling there, and releasing inside of you while he moans out your name so prettily. it’s a newfound feeling for both of you– his cum coating your cunt, filling you up till it’s spilling on his freshly washed sheets. he’s grown accustomed to finishing on your skin or into a condom, but this? this is all very new. this is something he now can’t live without.
you think the same thing when you feel him spraying your walls with his thick ropes of cum. it feels so good– so euphoric– while it’s leaking out of you. you don’t know how you’ve gone your entire adult life without experiencing this at least once.  
“c-came so much, baby…” you whimper, feeling him pull his cock out of you. 
as soon as he sees his release dripping out of you, he groans softly, already feeling hard again, but he decides to ignore it for now, bringing his attention back to you.
“hey… love,” he says softly, noticing the way you perk up a bit from your tired state just at the sound of your name. “you should’ve told me you felt like that… i hate that you thought i’d just leave you ‘cause we won’t be in school anymore.”
you frown, “i’m sorry, i didn’t know how to bring it up without being awkward… it’s the real world and i dunno… things are different.”
he sighs, hands running up and down your naked sides. “i get it, but like i said, i wanna be with you forever.”
you blush, biting your lip to hide the wide grin that ends up on your face despite the fact. “yeah, i remember… was that a proposal by the way?” you ask meekly. 
he squeezes at your waist, “did you want it to be?” he beams.
“i mean, it was a bit untraditional, definitely not how i expected my wedding proposal to be.” 
“what? you mean you didn’t think you’d get proposed to while i had my dick inside you?” he asks with faux incredulity. “i, for one, thought this was the best proposal ever. i even put a lil baby in you.”
you giggle, wrapping your legs around his body again, “you don’t know that, i’m not pregnant… yet.”
his heart swells at the idea and he smiles brightly at your blushy face, “well, maybe another round can change that, hmm?”
you pull him closer to you by the strength of your legs and say, “make me yours then, seokmin.”
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wlfchnlv3r · 3 days ago
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I saw requests were open and I���ve literally never sent in a request but you writing is so good I had to
Idk maybe minding x reader if you’re ok with that
Or nerd bang Chan with those glasses bro he looks so good haha
Or virgin reader n Lee know
Whatever one you think would be interesting or feel comfortable writing no pressure you obv don’t have to do any 🫶
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Fem reader x gamer!Bangchan
Synopsis: Bangchan is your nerd gamer boyfriend, he is the most lovesick and clingy person you know, especially when he feels frustrated after losing at video games.
Word count: 2.9k
Warnings: 🔞, mdni, smut and fluff, pussy eating, vaginal sex, adult language, and bangchan with glasses.
Note: uhm…meow
Bangchan is in your shared bedroom playing video games, but at some point he loses the match and with a frustrated look he lets out a loud sigh, his hand slowly moving up to grip the back of his chair.
He feels annoyed and irritated from his loss since his rank has been dropping lately. A part of him wanted to scream in frustration, his eyes slowly moving over to the bed where he sees you napping peacefully.
Your boyfriend lets out another deep sigh, but his mood beginning to soften as he gazes at your sleeping form.
Standing up from his chair, he quietly approaches the bed, his footsteps soft and careful to not wake you up yet. He sits down on the edge of the bed, his eyes still fixated on you as he studies every feature of your face. A small smile appears on his face as he slowly reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch light and tender.
You move and open your eyes “channie..? Everything’s ok, babe?” You ask rubbing your sleepy eyes.
Bangchan hesitates silently for a moment, contemplating if he should ask you for something. But in the end, his need gets the better of him as he finally decides to open his mouth and speak “Actually..can I ask you for a favor?”, his eyes moving to the ground for a moment before glancing back to you, curious about your response.
“Of course…” you mumble a little.
“I..really need to let my frustration out after losing at that fucking video games...” your boyfriend says, his voice soft and hesitant as he looks down for a moment, his hand slightly clenching. He can slowly feel the annoyance he once felt from his loss slowly creep up. Bangchan slowly looks back into your eyes, almost as if silently asking permission.
You smiles and raises the bed sheets “come here…”.
A soft, shaky breath leaves his lips as he slowly scoots over to you. Pushing the sheets aside, Chan crawls on top of your body, trapping you between his arms on either side of your head "You..you really don’t mind..?”.
You just nods with anticipation.
A shiver runs down his spine at your response, his need and want for you starting to take over his mind. His eyes slowly scan over your face before moving down to your neck.
Your boyfriend slowly leans down, placing a soft kiss on your neck before moving up to your ear, his breath warm against your sensitive skin “I’m gonna let it out…and it’s all your fault…”.
You giggle “my fault, babe? What are you talking about?”.
He lightly bites your ear as he continues to leave kisses along your neck. He lets out a small chuckle, his hot breath sending chills over your skin “Mhm..It’s your fault for looking so damn cute, for looking so damn gorgeous, and for being so damn sweet to me…if you knew what you do to me..”.
You just look at him with a sincere smile.
Chan slowly pulls away from your neck, his eyes locking with yours. He can feel the need inside him quickly intensifying, a hint of possessiveness and desire slowly growing in his eyes “I need you so badly..” he says with a low, almost hoarse voice before softly capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
You kiss him back “you need me, babe? wanna make you feel good”.
A soft hum comes out of your boyfriend mouth, the feeling of you kissing him back and your words sending a wave of pleasure through his body. His hand continues to slowly move down your stomach before it suddenly stops, grabbing the hem of your shirt and slowly starts to pull it up slowly “You have no idea..how badly I need you right now..” he says.
“Just let it out…I want you too” you reassure him.
His breath hitches at your words, the possessive and dominant side of him starting to take full control. BAngchan nods, a hint of a growl in his tone as his eyes darkened with desire “Babe, you have no idea..how badly you’re mine right now…how badly I want to dominate, to claim, to mark you as mine…are you okay with that..?” He asks gently.
You start to blush because of his words, you love when he is like this.
His hands slowly pulling your shirt over and off in one swift motion. Your boyfriend quickly tosses the shirt onto the ground before slowly moving in to kiss and bite your neck once again, leaving small marks as his hand starts to move to the hem of your shorts “Then you’re mine, all mine..no one else can see you like this... this side of you is only for me, understand...?" he asks in a deep, dark voice, his lips still against your neck, as he slowly starts to pull down your shorts. Once they were off, Chan moves in between your legs, his body now on top of you.
You smile a little watching the bulge into his sweatpants “damn baby u are already hard”.
He smiles in response, chuckling at her words. His body was already beginning to react to you, the heat between his legs growing more and more with every second passing by.
Your boyfriend slowly moves his hips forward a little bit, pressing his dick onto yo just a bit more as a small soft moan escaped his lips, "What can I say...I was already hard the moment I saw you".
You just chuckle, he is always been impatient, “yes, babe?”.
He nodded, a small amused smile on his lips as he watched her chuckle. Chan presses a little more into her, a small shiver going through his body. His hands slowly slide up and down her stomach in a gentle caress, his touch light and intimate "Mhm...l couldn't help it. Not when my girl just looked so damn good, even when she laid there trying to take a nap...".
You can’t help but smirk, starting to lower his pants and boxer, his pink tip is already wet with precum; You smile with anticipation and caress his tip, you always loved doing it and seeing his reaction.
A soft moan escapes his lips as soon your hand touches his length. His eyes close for a moment as his body shivered in pleasure.
"F-fuck...don't tease me like that... not when I'm on the edge of just taking you right here right now...".
Your boyfriend takes a moment to gather himself, his eyes opening to look back down at you.
His hand slowly moves down her body, caressing her skin softly "I'm the only one who gets to touch you like this, to mark you, to claim you, to make you mine in every way possible...".
You squirm when he starts to rub your clit.
A wave of pleasure washes over him as he feels how badly you want him just from his touch "Look at you...so needy and desperate just from my touch. This is what I was waiting for, to see you this under me”
“C-chan” you whine.
The sight of you so needy and desperate just for him makes his heart race. His hand continues to rub your swollen clit, his touch purposeful and precise.
“C-chan I want more-“ you whine.
A small chuckle leaves bangchan’s lips at your plea. He leans close to your ear again, his voice low and dark as he spoke against your skin "You know...you're gonna have to be patient, babe.”.
He slowly moves his hand away from your wet pussy, bringing it up to gently caress your face softly as he continues to speak
"I'm gonna take my time with you tonight... make you moan and scream my name so much you'll lose your voice.”.
You laugh a little giving him a quick kiss “my favorite nerd wants to worship me”
Your boyfriend returns the kiss, his lips molding with yours in a perfect fit. The title of "nerd" never got old to him "Babe...you know I'm your nerd, and that I love to worship you".
“You are only mine…” you speak with a soft voice.
"Damn right I'm only yours. No one else's".
Your boyfriend’s lips continuing their path downwards, slowly kissing and tasting everv inch of you.
"I want to taste every part of you, claim you as mine..."
An idea pops to your mind “Mhh I like your plan, what do you think about using those sweet lips of yours in a different way?”
Chan slowly pulls away from your neck, a small smile appearing on his lips a he looks back at you "And what exactly would you like me to use those sweet lips of mine on, eh?“.
“Oh, You know what I want…nerd” you tease him.
"Mhm...so desperate to have my mouth on you... is that what you want?".
“Of course, what you think?” You giggle.
He slowly moves down your body, his lips leaving a trail of small kisses as they go. He gets in between your legs, taking a moment to look up at her and admire the view. Seeing you this desperate and in need of him, just for him, is enough to send a shiver of pleasure through him "You're so damn beautiful like this, babe".
You just smile and fix his glasses “so cute babe”
Your boyfriend lets out a small chuckle, his smile widening a bit more as you suddenly fix his glasses. Only you would do that in such a situation and have him feel not even an ounce of annoyance "You're calling me cute when I’m right in front of your pussy?”
You can’t help but let out a chuckle mocking him “I love when your face is between my legs like this, I’m dead serious”
Bangchan hums in agreement, his face mere inches away from your wet cunt.
You gently tangle your fingers in his hair pulling him closer.
He lets out a soft gasp, your touch, no matter how gentle, is more than enough for him to get even more in the mood.
He slowly moves in, his lips just barely touching your skin as he leaves soft, feather-like kisses and his hands slowly move to your hips, his nails digging into your skin a bit as his lips slowly slide closer to your swollen clit.
Your boyfriend can feel how much your squirming under him, eager in anticipation of what's to come.
You moan lightly pulling him more closer.
He finally gives in, his lips and tongue touching your clit “Mhm...so impatient”.
You whimper loudly “f-fuck chan-“ you curse.
He moans softly against your skin as he finally tastes you, his lips and tongue slowly exploring your cunt, enjoying the way you squirm and whimper under him, all needy for his touch.
"You taste so good, babe...l swear I could spend all day just savoring you like this..."
Chan continues to slowly runs his tongue over her skin, his lips and tongue taking their time to savor every inch of you and, his hold on your hips getting tighter as you pull his hair.
"God, I love it when you get desperate for me like this, babe... you look so damn gorgeous like this, all needy and wanting me so badly..." he praises you more.
You close your eyes “god- channie...” you are lost in pleasure. Far from reality.
He slowly starts to speed up his movements, his lips and tongue moving more quickly over her, trying to taste every inch he can since he can't get enough of you.
You are so drawn in the moment that you don’t want him to stop.
Your boyfriend pulls away for a moment to look up at you, a small satisfied smirk on his lips as he sees the state she's in.
"God, look at you, babe...you're such a whiney mess, cause you need me that badly...".
You nod in agreement still with your eyes close “...c-channie...m close” you admit.
"Mhm, you close, babe? You gonna give me what I want?" Bangchan teases "Mhm, since you are so sweet, I'll let you let come for me”.
After a few moments you can’t take it anymore, your legs start shaking a little and you come undone.
He moans feeling you coming for him, that makes him feel a shiver of pleasure as he slowly moves back up to look at her.
"Mhmm, you're so damn gorgeous when you come, seeing you like that, all shaking and moaning, just for me, it’s so fucking sexy” your boyfriend chuckles softly, his breath still coming out in pants as he gazes down at you.
He's still need to fuck you, to claim you as his even more than before, but right now he wants to watch you all pleased and satisfied after coming.
Despite the orgasm you want more, you want to make him feel good, honestly.
"Mhmm, want more, do you, babe?
You want me to take you once more, make you mine all over again?".
You just nod, with a smirk on your face as you start teasing him “you are such a naughty nerd, you know that, right?”
Chan chuckles softly, the sound low and sultry as he moves even closer to you, his lips hovering only millimeters away from your neck "I’m your naughty nerd, babe. Only yours. No one else can have me like this, just you. No one knows me as well as you do... only you can make me feel this way, get me all feral and desperate for you like this"
You laugh a little “You seem so calm and shy but you are such a-“.
"Oh? I seem calm and shy, do I?
Well, I guess that's only with other people, not with you...you bring out a whole other side of me, a side that's possessive and feral and completely addicted to you" he admits.
You are going insane “I'm also addicted to you, chan”.
Your boyfriend slowly smiles, feeling his heart beat faster in his chest at your words.
The thought of you being just as addict to him as he is to you makes him feel more possessive than ever before.
"Babe, I want to claim you again as mine, over and over again, until our bodies and minds are too exhausted for even me to want more" he speaks in a soft tone.
You just take the chance and mock him “you think you can take me till I'm a leaking with your cum?”.
A low, deep groan leaves Chan’s lips at your mockery as he looks down at you with a smirk “you think I can't? You really think my stamina isn't up to the task of making you a dripping mess by the end, babe?" he groans against your skin, slightly nibbling on it “well, I'll take that challenge..."
You start to rub his tip against you as he groans, the sensation of you touching him making it hard for him to think straight, the need for her growing stronger with every second “can’t take it anymore, I need you”
Your boyfriend press his hard cock on your cunt, sliding into you slowly, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him, his breath coming out in heavy pants as he tries to keep control of himself "F-fuck...you feel so tight around me, I’m going to fuck you dumb”.
“God- Chan…” you whimper loudly taking him so well.
Bangchan moans slightly at the sound of his name leaving her lips, hearing it when you are together like this is quickly becoming his favorite sound in the world "you feel so amazing, babe, l swear that pulling out from your pretty cunt is the last thing I want to do".
You are fully drawn in to his deep movement that make you arches your back and moan.
His hands grips your hips and his fingers starts to dig into your skin from the pleasure "F-fuck, you don't know what you do to me when you look like that, l can't even think straight when you're so goddamn perfect"
“You- you feel so good inside me, babe” you mumble so cock drunk.
Chan’s mind feels like it's becoming more and more undone as he hears your words and the way you look, feel and sounds are driving him wild.
You kiss him in a sloppy way, trying so hard to compose yourself; You clench your legs around his waist to keep you still.
He groans as you cling to him, holding him closer, the feeling of you wrapping yourself around him makes his body burn with desire, only fueling his heat for you.
“ I’m so-so close channie…” you speak in a whisper.
Your boyfriend hears your words, knowing you are close to your climax, and it only makes his mind more clouded with the need to make you completely come undone beneath him “shit, babe, you're gonna give me what I want?" And before he can finish his sentence you come undone, Your mind fuzzy from the orgasm making impossible for you to say anything.
Feeling and hearing you come is driving him even closer to his own release as he lets out a deep, rough groan.
Your walls tightening on his cock are his breaking point, his body completely going over the edge as he comes, groaning your name like it’s the only word he knows.
"F-fuck, y-you're amazing- god...I swear, you're gonna kill me one day”
After a few minutes of shaking breaths you try to move from under him, but Chan chuckle, grabbing onto your hips to drag you back to him “where are you going, babe? I’m not done with you yet, remember the challenge?”
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court-jobi · 2 months ago
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When Asking Feels Right
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Pairing: Midoriya x reader (fem!reader is an active pro-hero)
Words: 3.6K
Rating: T+
Warnings: canon-typical injuries, love confessions, mentions of intimacy, talk of marriage, BIG FEELINGS, light injury aftercare, language, because Katsuki Bakugou knows no other way
Summary:
You know Izuku loves you, and proudly tells anyone within earshot just how much he adores his darling pro-hero. But it's not until a close call that 'Kacchan' convinces you just how much the nerd means it. Making you pull yourself together for the sake of his best friend solidifies the fact that you are the love of Izuku Midoriya's life, and he's damn well sure gonna keep you alive to do something with that information. Bakugou might be barking at you gruff as always as he's trying to keep you conscious, but when he says it like he means it, you pay attention.
A/N: Ok yall's love for Let's Heal Each Other has really surprised me, thank you so much! Here's more of our favorite boy, feat Bakugou in full guard dog mode
For my My Hero Academia Masterlist, check it out here!
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“OI, WATCH YOUR TEN!”
Forced to the ground hard, you’re dazed– but not totally crushed. 
There’s a host of noise around you that grates on your senses: groans of steel supports, concrete and drywall crumbling in batches around you; it's now just a slow burn of collapsing chaos. But considering this portion of the building just fell apart not three feet from where you were once standing, you consider this a blessing. You’d deal with a sore hip than be dead. 
One thing you didn’t know was who did the saving of your ass, until you try to turn around and another support starts falling off in chunks–
“STAY DOWN, ALREADY–” a firm, hot hand cushions the back of your head from smacking the ground needlessly, but he’s not exactly gentle about it.
Dynamight?.. Bakugou– or ‘Kacchan’ as you hear him called at home– he’s– the one pulling a full body shield on you?
You cough from the debris and your ‘guardian angel’ makes sure to not press down on your back too much so you don’t feel smothered. With a gruff hand, he bats the air around your faces to will the dust away so you both can catch a breath. He hacks right along with you, he’s still human after all– but at least he does so from over your shoulder, a courtesy.
Soon enough, the shifting of earth and rock and damage settles, and Bakugou detaches himself from the kneel over you and lifts you up from under your arms to get you to a sitting position at the only remaining wall he deemed supportive enough.
You are equal parts amazed and confused watching the agency hothead acting like the most dashing hero you’ve ever seen, and you're lowkey shook that this attention is being put on you  when he presses you back and crouches back to your level with a guarded eye. 
"You ok?"
"Nngyeah?"
"You hurtin’?"
"Ouch. Nah, just my head a little-- OOF–”
Bakugou’s looking you over with a hard hand on your jaw, peeling aside your hair not too gracefully with tough, padded gloves, fussing over you with a concerned scowl.
 “-BAKugOU!"
The pieces click together a moment too late: you'd blurted at him right as you realize why he’s looking at you like this, so intently– you're bleeding from the head.
"A fucking head wound isn't a LITTLE PROBLEM, DUMBASS- /Oi, I need a med evac at the old Sorgan hospital! Look for the smoke on the southside, that’s where we fuckin’ are–/ FUCK, he's gonna KILL ME for this!!"
You bawk at the way he looks– nervous.
Your teammate's concerned as most coworkers at your agency would be, but for the chilliest of your pals, he’s looking uncharacteristically wild about it… like he seems inclined to punch you for it if you were only in better shape. Instead, Bakugou just picks you up and sets you on some slanted rubble to get you sitting higher. While your head bobs at a lag, you watch as he’s rummaging in his waistline's pockets for that dry cloth he's supposed to keep better accessible for first aid.
"YOU DAMN IDIOT,” Bakugou gripes not too angrily, “You’re NO BETTER than he is, jumpin’ into shit--HOLD THIS–"
You're starting to worry why he's so mad. It’s not like your quirk can directly correlate to the building falling via explosives; that’s his department. You followed your path to an opening of the building altogether as directed. In the mess of it all, you had to get creative with your exit strategy which did put you at a disadvantage, but it all had worked out even after facing off with the last batch of villains before the entire wing came tumbling down.
You honestly thought he was just being heroic and appreciated him literally keeping you from being crushed- only now as you want to thank him, you're sure it would fall on deaf ears. He must be angry that you were there in the first place for him to have to tend to now.
 "I-- that could have been really bad, I guess-"
"You 'GUESS'?" Bakugou's tone demands that you look him in the eye while he talks to you, right as he's staring you down incredulously, "Yeah, I saved your damn ass from getting CRUSHED, - and it's on MY HEAD if something happens to you while you're on my watch!!"
You feel sarcastic, "Well, thanks a lot, m’sorry for the inconvenience. Wassn’t my fault for the building though…”
He swishes a bit of remaining water on the cloth and jerks your head to the other way, ensuring the other scratches aren’t actively sporting fresh blood. “Tch, well running towards the sound was a pretty DUMBASS move!! Don’t know where you got that from!!”
“I can’think a few heroes who migh’...”
“Yeah, DEAD heroes!!”
Sheesh, nothing will please him when he gets like this. You tried for a last stretch of sympathy behind a pounding headache, “Well, m’sure Deku will appreciate you keepin’ me alive, so m’tryna say thanks."
"Yeah he damn well better, if he doesn’t wreck m- HEH??! SIT. THE HELL. DOWN!!"
At your try to stand up and join him in getting out of the alcove, you squatted back,
"What?!"
Bakugou pushes up his facemask more like a headband so you have no choice but to see him clearly. He smooshes your face in his palms- risky, given he's fully sweaty and the smell would be enough to turn you away-- but the way his hands are shaking forces you to stay still and pay attention.
"YOU are the love of his life, dumbass,” Bakugou threatens seriously. “You're the sparkle in his eye and you are damn good for him, so I'm sure as hell gonna make sure nothing happens to you if I can help it-- and you runnin' around with a concussion ain't making my job easier. So SIT. down."
You don’t blink or breathe.
"-I’m sat."
He fixes you a challenging look, then lets go of you to get a better view of the street to check on the ambulance.
He's protective. Because he's loyal to Izuku, he's loyal to you.
But you’re still stunned on what he said- like it was God’s honest truth and an immovable fact.
Pressing down on the tight space at the base of your sternum, you feel for something past your suit’s seam. "Did he say that?"
"Say what?" Bakugou shouts back tirelessly from the hole he’d opened for ventilation; you imagine he may not be hearing so well after this fight. Despite how cheesy it sounds coming out of you, you clarify with a hand to the gauze up against your head,
"-me being that? For him?"
Bakugou scoffs with a smirk, "Only reminds me every damn day I see him."
You can see it, after all. It happens with enough frequency that you know the two talk even before starting patrol with you. The routine of Midoriya meeting up with Bakugou like how you imagine they did in their school days: your adoring boyfriend sharing news of his curriculum workload in earnest, and retorting to his best friend’s loudmouth brand of bragging about his villain count for the week, followed by turning the tables back to Izuku and asking for the nerd’s professional opinion about his performance- and what he thinks he should be strengthening. 
It makes perfect sense that you should come up in conversations, but to know now that Izuku speaks of you in this way? Past the usual lovey-dovey pleasantries Bakugou usually gags at? It should have made you happy, but given the pulse in your throat and the general ache radiating from your -everywhere-, you sniffle– Your concern weighs you to your seat now that you probably have Izuku worried sick. If he’s glued to the news for televised coverage on missions that he knows you’re working on, he would have seen this whole ordeal in real time. 
And in the entire time you’ve dated Izuku, the whole relationship where you’ve stayed in sync with each other despite working in entirely different fields (namely you remaining in the clearly more dangerous one), Izuku never once discouraged you. 
-Never asked you to scale back or retire for the sake of his fears over you. 
-Never asked you to do anything other than ‘be as safe as you can, and do your best to come back to me’. 
He believes you were a hero- just as you believed he was, too. But God, if it didn’t kill you inside to think of breaking his heart over and over as he sat on his break room couch watching close calls. 
You know had he been here on duty instead of Dynamight, your sweet Deku would have been the one here trying to lift you up and perhaps put your worries at ease getting the chance to help you and see you through to safety. But Katsuki Bakugou is hardly that touchy-feely, so having to come up with a pep talk to yourself is hard.
"Oi-"
You toughen up to look back at him, but get a softer response than before.
"You're gonna be ok. I got your back, didn't I?"
You nod.
"I will, y'know. Have your back. Just don't make it difficult."
You nod again, about to cry.
Bakugou rolls his eyes, shaking it off and catching sight of the blue and red lights before he fully hears them. "You, with the waterworks too? Match made in heaven, I swear to GOD."
That night, you are hardly in any shape to drive yourself home and a bit too unsteady to even wrangle with public transit, so naturally you ask Izuku to come get you. With a faithful grin, he looks incredibly happy to see you in the agency lobby- if distracted momentarily by your expertly wrapped head and script bag in hand.
When you meet downstairs, you reign in your immediate reaction to seeing him like you normally would. It's busy tonight- teeming with interns, a changing out of a few vending machines, and a friendly spat between two other sidekicks is happening not far from the evelator you just stepped from. 
The building’s deceptively cheery security officer sees you coming, and shares to your boyfriend that he is going to put on a podcast, taking a moment to fiddle with putting his earbuds in and ‘conveniently’ switch over to his shades against the setting sun, which allowed you the sneaky propriety to fully hug Izuku, as quick and tight as you could before getting in the car. 
Talk in the car consisted of the usual after missions, which felt familiar and good. Obviously your darling didn’t hide his concern, but between your assurances were legitimate questions about how the villains were apprehended, what he’d watched, and the interest he gave in what the news didn’t cover- like asking more about your civilian recovery efforts and compliments about how many were saved today. This kind of cool down genuinely helped you leave work at work, and you appreciated that so much. It was a short drive, which you spent mostly holding Izuku’s hand in both of yours and receiving little kisses on that hand at stoplights. 
You walked arm in arm with him up to the second landing of your apartment, with him finally running through the more caring questions of ‘does it hurt to climb?’ ‘Throbbing or dull pain?’ ‘Are you hungry, or are the meds making you feel sick?’ 
You knew he’d be clingy and honestly needed that constancy after such an explosive afternoon. He was insistent on taking off your coat and getting your laces off with minimal effort from you, which you adored on any old regular day– but the waterworks came flooding back so hard while watching Izuku on his heels taking care of you that you stopped him altogether.
"-I remember the concussions Denki would have after going too hard with his quirk, too- ‘Chargebolt’, I think you’ve met. ‘Course, I think it affected his nervous system more than anything else-- w' h-honey? Are you crying?"
"Please just get up here~"
You hugged him tight the second he rose to full height,
"Oh sweetheart," Izuku petted your hair as you muted your cries, "Sweetheart it's ok, you're ok."
"I love y’so much..." you eeked out from a tight throat.
The eyes unseen over your shoulder stung at your words, but squeezed in just as tight there in the foyer.
"I love you too, honey. So, so much." Izuku kept you close and just rocked you in place to ground you, "Were you scared today?"
You nodded.
"I'm sure it was scary. Would have scared me too, being caught in the middle of all that," Izuku cooed over your shoulder. "Y'know it's okay to let it rattle you sometimes. That's why we're all here to support you. Help you bounce back."
//I have your back// Bakugou’s words hit you again in a wave. 
"It.. would have landed on me. I was right in the impact zone, when the southwest end came down," you sunk into Izuku’s neck at the memory, "...Bakugou got to me first. I wouldn'tve gotten out without him."
Izuku breathed out, touched beyond measure. “...he did?...”
"H'yelled at me for being stupid," you chuckled mirthlessly, "but he said some things. Really big things. And I'm just so sorry it happened at all! I don't wanna worry you when I’m out there!"
As you rushed through the emotions; not just of this fight, but filled to the brim and spilling over with other close calls like it. Izuku had a hard time understanding what was said that upset you, and just held you through it.
"C’mon, let's sit you down," Izuku picked you up like the koala you were and took you over to your couch, sitting with you perched in his arms. 
No longer surprised at the incredible strength he still carried -being able to pick you up like your dead weight was nothing- you sunk into his safety, solace found in his pressed shirt collar.
Your apologies turned into cries within a few minutes of settling in. 
The poor man's heart broke all over again, holding you tightly through your sobs, and hushing you through them. The crying was only going to make your headache worse. He knows this from experience, unfortunately… so even though he usually encouraged you to ‘feel your feelings to the fullest’, he did make an attempt to still you this time. Izuku pressed kisses to your warm forehead.
"Honey, easy, honey... what big things did Kacchan say?" 
//you're his spark//
//you're just like the damn nerd//
//match made in heaven//
//you're damn good for him//
"Tha-That I was... the love of- your life?"
Unseen, Izuku's sights widened. But had you been watching him and not hiding in his complete, cozying embrace, you would have seen the proudest look of love lifting those cheeks of his. How he smiled despite the concern he held for you in this moment, and took a grand look around the room - at the life you were tending to and nurturing together with fondness.
"You are the love of my life," Izuku assured you gently with the sweet coupling of your name, "Have I never told you that?"
Shown, certainly, but never told so beautifully. And to have come from Bakugou’s harsh lips of all people, the revelation was jarring in more ways than one.
You whispered 'no', but didn't let go for the life of you. Wouldn't ever let go of this darling man if he’d allow you to stay.
"-M'ere, look at me. Just for a minute, look here~"
You pressed back from his hold with unwilling muscles, only to be cradled in his hands. Green eyes full of tears looked back at you but with a full, strong smile forcing bravery forward.
"You -my sweetest girl- are the love of my life. I love who you are now, and who you're going to be forty, fifty, sixty years from now,” he pet your hair back and away with a little shaky nod, “and yeah- I might lose my lunch every now and then watching you out there…”
You sniffled again, baffled at how telling you all this could possibly be making him chuckle through his words–
“--but I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve watched the same tv screen and been so insanely proud of you! To watch you go out there and win, and shine, and– I can stomach all that fear. I can do that. Because I know you and I believe in you! And I am so thankful that I happen to know the heroes you do this hard work with can help take care of you and have your back. That’s what it’s all about- doing it together.”
You hang on Izuku’s every word of affirmation. It’s the language he’s best in, no matter the subject. Thankfully, right now, he's set on putting you back on solid heartground- assuring you of everything you doubt about yourself. Your power, your inspiration, all of it.
“You’re saving people- helping those who can't do it themselves, and you do it so well, love. These scary things happen… but honestly? It only makes me love you more for facing it like you do. And getting up the next day, and watching you come at it again.”
You keen under his full attention. The praise and love he’s washing you with is so earnest and filled with pride, it kills you to ever have obligations elsewhere in the world outside of his company.
Surely you can just stay supple in his arms for eternity and no one would miss you. 
“So you don’t need to be out there worried about what I’m thinking of you,” Izuku worked on wiping your blurry tears, “because I’m going to double down on replacing those worries in your head. I’m going to remind you every day of it. You’re never going to not have me in your corner, because you are the love of my life.”
Soothed and emotional in an entirely different vein, you nod you head back with a firm, brave smile of you own, before gingerly pulling him close for a little forehead touch, a well-earned kiss, and another hug latched around his shoulders. 
Izuku tended to you after your hero work in a number of ways, depending on what you've weathered that day: from taking off your shoes, cooking you a meal, holding you soft and sweet against his body on the sofa like this, or even helping you burn off any excess steam on the particular amorous nights where you just feel too alive to not show him exactly what your primary reason for fighting is. 
To protect him. To protect everyone you love and care for. Making your family proud both here and heavenward, and proving to yourself that you can do the hard things. Having a partner to support you in this work is an invaluable bolster in your life, and you feel it in every swipe of his hands up and down your back in this exact moment. 
His touch assures you just as much as it comforts him. Tells you how much you're appreciated and welcomed when you reach the end of the day like it soothes him to have you safely off the streets. You also know that any tear-filled nights on his end come from a place of complete affection and commitment and you don't really care how much Bakugou or any of your other workmates might tease you for being soft right along with ‘the damn nerd’. 
He's your damn nerd. The one you come home to and plan to spend the rest of the evening tending to your headache and scratchy throat and whatever other hurts have trickled out from your tough shell. 
From about your fifth date on, you'd felt in your gut that ‘Midoriya’ was likely going to be the name you'd be filling out as your emergency contact for life, so you started doing so on your contract renewals. That probably proved he was the love of your life, too, even if you didn't say so outright. 
Content to hold you forever, Izuku still asked of you gently, 
“Poor thing, you gotta be exhausted. I know you showered, but would you like a bath to let the steam help?” He kissed your nearby shoulder within reach, “It'll help the drainage go away.”
That sounded amazing and all but guaranteed he'd like to stay as close to you as possible. You hummed in the affirmative, close to bursting. 
“Good. We’ll get that started, whenever you're ready. Anything my brave girl wants.”
There's truly only one thought on your mind- the insistent proof of it lies hidden beneath your sweater neckline, slid onto a long silver necklace:
A ring sized for Izuku is something you've worn every patrol for a couple months now, and is practically burning as you adjust your seat on his lap to find his face. 
You're fishing past your collar uncomfortably, looking for the damn thing tangled with your agency lanyard, but dead set that you can't go on without him wearing it.
“Hm? I'm here, hon’, what do you need?-- what's-… Baby. Oh baby, what's that...?”
You hold the ring still looped on the chain, lifted for him to see between fingers that don't shake anymore. Firm and steady. Because he's loved you so well and so thoroughly tonight and every night, it's the easiest thing to ask the stunned, gorgeous man beneath you,
“Marry me.”
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alexwilltellyouthings · 4 months ago
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Payneland/DBDA fanfic recs
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I'm celebrating 200 fics (yes I keep count, I'm a nerd) and over a million words read in these 3 months of dbd 🎉🎉🎉
SO here are a few of my all time favorites (trying not to mention too many of the already very known ones):
Joi de Vivre, by olympus_mons
my very first fave, explores Edwin's longing so so well. And the ending, bittersweet and so loving, uGH I LOVE THEM
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wanted to be something (you couldn't put down), by Ink_stained_quills
also one of the firsts, so very well written and great feelings realization with a bit of misunderstanding to make it sweet
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Of a youth who loves me, by Aliquis
ok yes this series is pretty famous but I can't just not mention it. it's so sweet and tender and aAAAAAAAaaa. just go read it. just go.
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job officially jobbed, by vernesatlas
e-rated, so it's +18 only! canon divergent and really just the right fic to follow up the handjob comment. as simple as that. I needed it deep in my bones and it's so fucking hot
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The Most Tender Place In My Heart, by coloursflyaway
also famous, although not as much as some of the others by the same author, but this is the best one in my opinion. the way edwin is open about his feelings here, the memories painting the whole picture, the way you can see charles working things out, it's so beautiful
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dulcet tones of broken bones, by gremlininthemachine
this one HURTS. it's a lot of angst, let me tell you that. it feels very true to Edwin's character. mind the tags if there's anything you feel is too much for you. I cried several times. it was amazing. the ending is hopeful, but not entirely conclusive, as there might be a sequel coming on. ALSO it's not really payneland centric, but anyway it was maybe the most emotional any fic has made me in a long time
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the ghost of the past that you live in, by ObsessedWithFandom
EXPLORING CHARLES' BISEXUALITY YESSSS I wanted something like this so much! really liked how it was played out, how each experience puzzled itself into his identity. the OCs are great. really lovely all around
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Who? You mean your teammate in the Codependency World Cup?, by RoseGanymede95
this is also a series and I still haven't read the unfinished ones, but the first two are amazing. those are case fics through and through, pre-canon, and I just LOVE their dynamic even if not explicitly romantic, and also the cases themselves and how Charles acts and UGH EVERYTHING, really highly recommend these
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Nothing Left to Hide, by RoseGanymede95
listen this person is incredible what can I say. this is a very needed unpacking of hell's aftermath, mostly about how Charles is doing after seeing what he saw. it's a big hurt/comfort on this one. big on both. ugh so good
Well there's that. I hope you enjoy these as much as I did!
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theultimatedilflover · 3 months ago
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Mr. Donaldson.
Tw:
use of ‘y/n.’, plot with smut, p in v, begging, riding mdni.
Summary:
He’s a dilf. He’s divorced. He wants you. He’s miserable. He pathetic. Even though he’s a grown man, Some big shot athlete, he still wants a sweet little thing like you to baby him. God he’s so hot. (I’m now reading this and realizing this low key is a sequel prequel to my jealousy story.)
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Art is a divorced man. Well.. at least he was. But he doesn’t even consider himself one anymore. Why? He doesn’t think about her now that he has you.
He met you at one of his matches. You were a pretty big fan so of course, whenever he was doing an event afterwards where he is signing autographs, you ask for one. Holding out an old looking poster of his. He grabs the sharpie and slowly looks up at you. Subtly doing a double take. “How are you doing this evening?” He asks while giving you a purse lips smile. You smile back. “I’m doing fine thank you.” You say. You grab the poster and thank him before walking away. Of course he put his number down for you. How could he not? You looked so sweet. He wanted to at least try. Especially after having such a rude wife. Sorry tashi. He thinks to himself like she could still hear him. And after days go past of you not texting or calling due to being nervous or just overthinking. ‘What if he put it down my accident?’ And ‘what if he’s to busy’ and ‘he’s already forgotten about me. It would be embarrassing to say who I am and for him not to remember me.’ You think. But your body moves faster than your brain, picking up the phone and dialing the number. “Hello?” He asks on the other side of the phone. “Hi.” You say. Embarrassed. Blushing. Shocked that he picked up. “Who is this?” He asks with a grin. But he has an idea of who it is.
You guys meet up for coffee. Well… not really. He is too famous to be out and about with another girl. Not for him to brag or anything but there are some real tennis nerds out there who happen to be psychos. So he invites you over to his house. Asking you if you want coffee when you get inside and sit down. You look up at him and gently mutter. “Tea?” You ask. Causing him to smile warmly. He nods. He jerks his head towards the kitchen, silently saying. “Come with me.” You get up off the couch and follow him. You guys get a simple introduction down. But then he starts to ask questions like he’s actually interested in you. “What’s your favorite color?” “Do you like gold or silver more?” “What’s your favorite movie?” “Your into tennis?” (That one he asks like he’s shocked.) “how come you don’t have a boyfriend.. or girlfriend?” He asks while sipping his coffee. And you enjoy answering the questions. After a while you see the sun begin to set. ‘Noo.. I couldn’t have been here for that long it’s only been..’ you look down at your watch. ‘5 hours?’ You think to yourself. You guys wrap things up. He walked you outside and waved goodbye as you drove off.
This happens more and more. It begins to be once a week. Than a few times a week. Than everyday. But this day seems different. The tension is other worldly right now and it doesn’t help how both of your guys days were boring so now there’s nothing to talk about. You stare at him. He’s flushed. How could a grown man be embarrassed right now? He’s avoiding eye contact with you. You stand up and straddle him. Sinking down onto his lap as he swallows. He’s shocked at how non innocent you are. “This is ok?” You whisper in his ear and he immediately nods. “I can’t hear you..” you smile. “Y—yes..” he breaths out shakily as you shift on his lap. “Please just ride me..” he whimpers out while looking down at your guys denim pants brushing against eachother. “Please..” he whines while looking up at you. Your shocked. You’ve never seen him like this. And you enjoy it. He can see that you’re shocked. He doesn’t care. He wants to be vulnerable with you. He wants to spoil you and in return be fucked until the sun rises. Of course he thinks you would look adorable underneath him but he can’t think of that right now since he’s imagining your cute palm wrapped around his length. He watches as you begin to grind on him. Nodding while licking his lips. “I-I’m wet..” you mutter after a while. His eyes widen. He nods while tapping your ass. “Take these off?” He asks. You nod while getting up and shifting out of your pants. He watches you. Doing the same. Your jeans pool at your ankle and you trip trying to get them fully off. Into his lap of course. You straddles him. And he can feel the wet patch of your underwear. “You’re wet..” he reminds you. Like you don’t already know. You nod. “What are you gonna do about it?” He asks. Slowly looking up at you with pleading eyes. You kiss him. Sloppily. He whines in your mouth. You begin to nip at his neck. Leaving little love bites. You reach your hand into his boxers and palm it. He lets out a shaky exhale. “Mm..hm..” he mewls when you begin to trace your palm over his length. “Sit on it..” he begs out airily. So you do just that. Getting him out of his boxers and sinking down into his length. Struggling. And you swear to the lord you feel him get harder when he watches you struggle. He grabs your hips and helps you down to his base. You whine. Exhaling when you do so. You go back up just to sink back down. He whimpers. But what you do is way more fun. You go back up. This time only sinking down half way. Then back up. Then the tip. Then back up. Then halfway. Then back up. Just to the point where you’re simply only taking the tip. He whines. “Please..” he moans. “God I need this so much y/n. I need you.” He grumbles into the crook of your neck. Tracing his hands up and down. “Please?” He says while pulling away from your neck and looking up at you. You nod while sinking back down. He moans.
You leave the house the next morning absolutely shocked. Your hair messy. Your clothes messy. You’re half way back to your house when you realized you left your panties. You groan. You get into the house and detox with a shower. Still stunned at the time you had last night. And you enjoyed it? Usually that would be a turn off for you. Begging? Yuck. But something about how cute he looks underneath you begging to be fucked just has you going. And there were times in the night where you were tired and he wasn’t. So he took control. Kissing your neck and whispering how beautiful you are. God you wish you didn’t have to fall for such a mess. I mean. He was put together. Well he looked put together. But that’s the thing about him being vulnerable last night. He showed you his side that’s a mess. He must have trauma from his ex wife. His daughter taken away from him, only seeing her once a month. But why you? What would a miserable tennis player want to do with you? Art yawns after his shower. Stretching. Itching his tummy like a cat. His lips doing that thing when he has a normal face on. You know that thing. Where they’re straight but his smile lines appear since his mouth is so wide. He walks into the bedroom and sees a cute little pair of Victoria secret thongs. He does a double take and flushed. Walking over to them whilst holding his towel around his waist. He bends down and picks them up. Examining them. He smiles. His cheeks red. A lustful look in his eyes. That’s when he keeps them. Putting them in his nightstand. Tucked in there with his glasses and a book he enjoys reading. And he struts out of his bedroom pridefully, knowing he has a treat waiting for him later tonight. You get out of the shower and dress. He hasn’t called you. And you’re ok with that. Going on with your day. It hits 4:00 and he still hasn’t called you. You forget it. You lay in bed. And he calls you. Apologizing for not calling you sooner. He was busy. Got caught up with tennis shit. He sounds really sorry over the phone even though it doesn’t bother you that much. “I’m sorry baby I’ll make it up to you.” And that’s when that little pet name hits you. God. You guys are dating. Well technically it’s not official. But you guys are seeing each other.
Months go past where you guys see eachother. Not always getting it on. Sometimes just sleeping skin to skin. Whispering to each other. Kissing eachother. But that’s when he says “I love you..” he whispers. And you could swear that you see tears well up. “I love you too..” you say back.
Another month passes when he brings up you move in. And you agree. He enjoys that you’ve moved in. Seeing you everywhere around the house when you’re gone. Obviously not there but he now sees items that you own in his house that remind him of you. There’s pros and cons of when you’re not home. Obviously he misses you and practically waits at the door like a goddamn dog when you’re gone. Then again, he also loves reaching into your panty drawer and grabbing his favorite ones. Burying his face in them while he strokes himself. He should feel like a creep for doing such horror but he’s so inlove with you. Obsessed with you. He could bathe in your sweat and he wouldn’t care. In fact he would probably prefer it over regular water. And when you do come home he’s there waiting. Already hard. You can see the outline through his sweatpants. So you sit down on the couch with him and slither down to your knees in front of him. Sucking him. He’s whining. Mewling as you lick the slit. Squeezing his balls. Teasing him. “Please.. please.. make me come honey I missed you so much.”
This life was amazing. And you loved him. You loved buying lingerie for yourself and watching his eyes widen. His cheeks flush. You loved teasing him. Edging him. Making him wait. He loved it as well. You loved making him shutter with pleasure.
But one day you come home and he isn’t waiting for you. Not sitting on the couch patiently. Not in the room trying to make himself look busy. Not using the bathroom. Not in the kitchen, cooking something. gone. So you think “maybe he went on a quick grocery run.” But after 2-3 hours he doesn’t come back. You call him. “I’m running late baby I’ll be right home.” He says when he answered almost immediately. And after 20 minutes you bet he’s barreling through that door with sweat all over him. Muscles sore. And a bouquet of tulips for you. You get up off the couch and hug him. Wearing his t shirt. “For you.” He then hands the flowers to you. You smile at his softness. Putting them in a vase. “You’re sweet.” You say. “I’m sorry. Intrusive thoughts won. I went on a run.” He says. You nod. “It’s ok.” You say walking back over to him. Leaning up and kissing him. “No no no, let me shower.” He says reluctantly pulling off of you. “No no no, I like your sweat. Please don’t shower..” you say. He smiles lifting you and taking you to the bedroom.
You rode him til the break of dawn. Fucking him over and over again. He’s shuttering with overstimulation. “Good boy.” You cooed. But after hours you got tired and he would get a boost of energy. Pumping into you. “I want you to have my babies. God you would look so sexy with a Donaldson baby.” He whimpers. And you guys tumble after hours of going at it. Sleeping next to each other.
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takeachillpillshawty · 1 month ago
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OK, I have to get these random headcanons off my chest.
Kalim properly uses humour to cope with traumatising experiences as a coping mechanism, which leads to him accidentally laughing at very wrong times.
Rook has Stendhal syndrome
Jamil hates bugs but has a severe case of arachnophobia. He will jump like a cat at the sight of it, big or small, to the point of sleeping in Kalim's room until it's gone or someone kills it. Not remove it, KILLS it.
Riddle is lactose intolerant. I said what I said.
Due to how often female hyenas get mistaken for male hyenas (due to genitalia) Ruggie may or may not be a girl. (Yes this is a Trans Ruggie headcanon, fight me.)
Cater had a gyaru phase once.
Kalim and Vil have albinism
Ortho shot a student once. Will not elaborate.
Idia is a HUGE fnaf and SCP nerd, especially SCP.
Malleus has autism. I feel like this is common knowledge by now.
If Deuce was real and was apart of an actual gang, it would be Crips. (I know guys in my class who are similar to Deuce and almost all of them were apart of Crips. Yes I live in a bad neighbourhood, rent is cheap.)
Jade prefers his food cold, like if it's already hot off the pot, he'll eat it. That mf won't reheat any leftovers.
Idia is selectively mute. He's quiet to people he doesn't know that well, often using his tablet. He'll ramble on days' end to people he feels most comfortable with or talk when the time is right.
Leona has poor vision due to the damage done to his left eye. (When one eye is damaged and starts to lose vision, so does the other eye with time.)
Vil probably had those celebrity countdowns set by creepy older fans to when he finally turned 18.
I know there's fan art of a little kid Malleus taking care of a baby silver... but realistically speaking, Malleus would have still looked the same as we see him now.
Riddle's mom is that vegan teacher. (I have proof I swear-)
Trey is the Momo Yaorozu of TWST.... meaning this mf could've made Prefect a fucking gun for 10 minutes and wrap up this whole story.
Vil could make literal cures to viruses and diseases if he could.
If Riddle uses 'off with your head' on himself... Would that even work?
Leona is often called the S.S.S.....Savannah Claw Super Senior.
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alphajocklover · 5 months ago
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Hello, basic 40 year old flabby, short, wimpy nerd nerd here. Been trying and failing to get fit and transform into a stud since I've been thirteen to no avail. Pretty much decided that that the project is genetic. I don't suppose you can genetically graft me to a hypermasculine dad or maybe a hypermasculine brother so puberty could have dealt me a way different hand?
Huh. I’ll admit, I’ve never really done anything like that before. I mean, I’ve talked about changes that alter someone’s past in previous post, and I performed one myself using time travel (I fucking hate time travel), but what’s you’re asking is so much more intense. You want me to make it so that you grew up with a super manly dad or brother. You want me to make it so your genetics are different, your history is different, so that you’re basically an entirely different person. I’m not sure I’ve ever altered anyone that much before. But… I’m willing to give it a try.
You’re an only child right? And you never knew your dad? Raised only by your mom? Good, that will make this much easier. Now, I should warn you that we’re going to have to be very careful. We’re going to use an artifact that my Uncle left to me. I’ve mentioned him before. I really should tell you all about him one day. Anyways, what we’re using to change you might not look like much, but… it’s very powerful. We need to use it carefully.
Ok, I know what you’re thinking. It’s a little statue of a metal tree. Yes I know I sound crazy but in a world with time travel, an app that turns people into meatheads, and reflections that can swap places with the person they’re reflecting, I think you can give me the benefit of the doubt. The little statuette doesn’t look like much, but it’s one of the most dangerous magic items I own. It’s known as the Family Tree, and it allows the user to, well, alter their family tree. Literally. All you have to do is press your thumb to the wooden base, and the tree grows and changes until it resembles your own family tree, complete with pictures. Then it’s as simple as moving some things around, or adding a picture to the tree. So, let’s get to work.
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You asked for a super manly dad, or a super manly brother. But since we’re already changing your family, why not give you both? First let’s change out your deadbeat dad for someone a little more… impressive. A real man, a man’s man, one so muscular and sexy that if he walked out on your mom you’d still thank him for the amazing genetics. But don’t worry, your new dad isn’t going to walk out like the old one. He stayed with your mom (who as it turns out is a real babe with the right man encouraging her), and raised you to be just like him. He taught you how to play sports, how to workout, how to shave your hairy face, even how to make a girl putty in your hands. You were always especially talented at that last one. You’re starting to remember it aren’t you? Everything your dad taught you, how far you pushed yourself because you wanted to make him proud. You especially remember him showing him how to throw a football. In this world you were a natural.
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Next is your brother. I don’t wanna give away your identity, or his, so let’s call him Brad. He’s actually your younger brother, not your older brother. You were the one who taught him how to be a man, how to be a stud, and in doing so, became an even better one yourself. As reality changes you remember growing up with him, teaching him the ropes, playing and working out with him. You even remember the girls you’d sometimes fuck together. You remember the first time you and him spitroasted a bimbo, how hot the girl looked and how proud and manly your brother was.
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But let’s move on to you. In this life you took after your dad and your little brother, being a natural stud. You were a strong kid, an active kid, but puberty hit you like a dump truck. You shot up, your shoulders widened, and you gained an almost obscene amount of muscle and hair. You’ve got a different personality too. Cocky and confident, a constant flirt and a total bro. You thought you’d never settle down, fucking a different girl every night. Until… you met your wife. Yes, in this world you have a wife. She’s a bit of a bimbo, but the kindest person you’ve ever met. She enchanted you, and soon… while, you were married, and have stayed married for almost 20 years.
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You’ve changed your past, your future, and everything about yourself. You’re finally the man you always wanted to be… but your kids are really the lucky ones. They’ve got awesome genetics, killer bodies, and a great dad to show them how to use it, just like how you did growing up.
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noblehcart · 8 months ago
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There was the slightest choke in the middle of her drink at hearing him continue to speak to her. To actually answer her remark. She had always assumed First Classes wouldn't generally speak to bottom rung staff, but here he was. Proving her wrong. Ohmygod, why didn't I just keep my mouth shut? Was the panicked and wondering thought in-between the curiosity that had been actually satisfied regarding SOLDIER operatives.
Granted most of her curiosity was generally fear based. She had met a handful of SOLDIER Thirds who had harassed her and set the standard for her thoughts on SOLDIER operatives. Scary. It was something she was working to combat as her job often put her on the SOLDIER floor and she rather liked Director Lazard- he wasn't an eccentric like many of the heads of departments. The same could not be said of one of the more well known SOLDIER Firsts Commander Rhapsodos. Not so much eccentric, but very unique and a standout as much as General Sephiroth. A large portion of the secretaries were subscribed to the First's fanclubs and gossiped over their antics. She had been one of the few who didn't participate in the hen like chatter.
However when his eyes met hers did she see the vast appeal the others did.
" Ah-hm....nothing nothing comes to mind right now." She was glad that she didn't stammer every single word in the sentence. A pause follows before the unfiltered words and self preservation could kick in as she spoke again.
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" An entire bottle of brandy ? I can't imagine what a drinking binge for you must look like then." ohmygod i need to walk away right now. shut up shut up.
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Company parties were usually required attendance for Genesis Rhapsodos, much to his own chagrin. But at least free food and drinks made it somewhat more bearable. Hey, he did a lot of work for Shinra that wasn't just missions, the least they can do is pay for his food and beverages while at one of these (usually asinine) parties.
Of course, he'd seen this particular person in passing many times before, though he'd never really exchanged words with her, merely the odd glance every now and again. And now here she was, actually responding to a statement that was mostly idle given that he was contemplating another drink.
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The faintest of smirks tugged at his lips, lowering his mako blue eyes slightly, which were heavily accentuated with eyeliner (if he was going to make a public appearance then of course his going-out make up just had to be on point).
"I can assure you it's not," he remarked, still with that slightly wily smirk on his face, "because I could easily drink an entire bottle of brandy in one sitting and not really feel its effects."
He met her gaze more fully once he'd opted to actually grab himself that drink, seemingly studying her face for a moment. "Any other company rumours you'd like me to dispel while I'm here?"
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nvoirs · 6 months ago
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Pairing: Nerd Leon x Nerd female reader.
Disclaimers: P in V, both Leon and reader are virgins, unprotected sex, cussing and fingering.
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“I’ve tested you on this one so many times, maybe we should just stop working.” You yawned, stretching your arms behind your head.
“Well ok then I guess.” Leon mumbled, placing his Bio textbook face down on your desk, adjusting his glasses to peer over at you. 
Oh. your tank top had ridden up and he could just see a tiny bit of your hot pink bra showing.
He turned red looking away quickly and coughing. “So uh I was wondering, have you ever been asked out?”
You perked up raising your head at his question, your top falling down into its original place. “Yeah one or two times, but more or less it was a prank. You know like hey let's see who can get in that nerds pants first kind of being asked out.” You shrugged your shoulders, not seeming bothered.
“Oh..” He stumbled over his words. “I’m sorry I didn’t know people could be so cruel..” You chuckled at him, tossing a hand in the air. “It’s no biggie, seriously Leon, and besides I already like someone.”
He froze at those words. You already liked someone? “Oh.. mind telling me who it is, I mean I am your best friend after all.” He grinned.
God he really had no clue, you wanted to kiss his stupidly perfect face so badly it hurt your heart a little. “Well I’m not sure about that.”
“Oh..” He looked dejected staring at his lap. You bit your lip feeling slightly regretful so you spoke up. “Well I could give you clues.” Leon’s head shot up after that. “Yes I’d like that.”
“Well..” You sat cross legged. “He’s taller than me, has a nice physique and he just has the cutest smile I’ve ever seen.”
Leon huffed, “That’s so generic, I’ll never get the right answer.” he rolled his eyes at you.
“Wait, you didn’t let me finish yet.” You poked him in the side. “Oh ok.” He said sitting up, you wouldn’t be surprised if he grew a tail and it started to wag.
“He’s got the softest hair, it's a nice sandy colour, his eyes are the shade of the ocean and he’s my best friend but I don’t know how to tell him.” You choked on the last word staring at Leon, hoping that he felt the same.
He couldn’t believe his ears, you liked him? This was the greatest news he’d ever heard and he wanted to spin you around and around and- 
“Leon, are you ok? Sorry if you don’t feel the same I-”
He captured his lips on your own, grabbing the fabric of your tank top and grasping it. You gasped when he let go, your lips popping and you stared at him starstruck.
“That was my first kiss..”
“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-” You grabbed him by his t-shirt going back in for round two. At first Leon was hesitant, not wanting to go too far. He’d tried to learn how to kiss good multiple times, so he just hoped he was doing good. You both crashed onto your bed, Leon caging you between his arms so as to not crush you. His tender kisses he was leaving down your jaw and neck made the sensations in your stomach burst, you could feel yourself becoming wet from his kisses grinding up on him.
The string of spit that left your lips still connected to his made Leon hard. He wiped it away looking at you. Flustered and the shade of a tomato, he wondered if you wanted to take it further.
“Leon please, I need you.” You whispered. He nodded at you squeezing your calf. “How about we revise first?” You looked at him confused. “You can’t be serious Leon.” He shook his head at you, “Not what you're thinking, we can visually revise our human anatomy now can’t we.” You were lost for words, how was this the same guy that begged you to play monopoly with him.
“I’d love it.” You watched him kneel in front of your sprawled out body. “May I?” He looked at your shorts. “Yeah please take it off.” He nodded, pulling off your shorts, and slowly began to peel off your panties. The strings of slick that were attached made him groan, a noise you’d never heard before.
“Fuck me.” He whispered under his breath, once he had a crystal clear view of your pussy and your cute clit. “Leon, are you ok?” You said worriedly, beginning to shift.
“I’m fine, just relax baby just relax I got this.” “Wait Leon, I’m.. I’ve never done this before so please be gentle.” Leon paused, “It’s ok baby we’re just two virgin morons trying to figure it all out.” That made you laugh, holding his hand tighter.
His singular finger that ghosted over your pussy began to spread your folds. Collecting your fluids and smearing them over his double digits. He found your clit with little to no effort, and began to slowly circle it. That made you whine, your whole clenching on nothing as he began to get faster and faster. He stopped all of a sudden the build up stopped. He began to ease his finger inside your pussy, causing you to whimper and shiver against him.
When his finger was half way in he started to pull it out again before pushing it backing in. He pumped his one finger in and out to get you nice and stretched for his cock. “More.” You said hoarse, gripping Leon's free hand. “Ok.” He smiled at you, kissing your forehead as he added another digit. You could feel yourself clenching around his fingers as you came harder than you had ever done with your own fingers. You groaned as he removed his fingers from your cunt before shakily sucking one tasting your juices.
“You taste so good, I want you to sit on my face.” He whined on his knees in front of you, he was begging for it. You pulled your t-shirt over your head brandishing the fuschia coloured bra you were wearing. “Maybe next time, I just want to uh… do it you know?”
He raised a brow at you, a quizzical expression splayed across. “Oh ok I get it, so you want me to fuck you?” your throat turned dry and your words were stuck inside the tunnel of your dry throat. “Yes.” You whispered, hoping he even heard your answer.
Leon had you lay back on the comfort of your soft pillows, propping one leg onto his shoulder (He’d seen the position in a porn video) before lining himself up with your entrance. “Relax f’me yeah? I’m just as nervous as you, Jesus.”
He bit his lip, holding back a moan as your warm, firm hole squeezed him as he pushed through the ring of muscle. “Oh fuck your so.. Tight, I don’t want to cum yet.” He pushed in further before his hands landed on your hips, showing that this was all new to him. You gasped as he began to rut into you, his hips moving gently to lessen the pain of popping your cherry.
“You're so pretty you know that? God I love watching your tits when we’re studying.” He groaned into your ear, hot breath fanning over it causing shivers to erupt though your body. “Perv.” He smiled at that, the boyish grin he had made your stomach flutter. “Leon... I'm gonna cum.” You drew him nearer with your arms wrapped around his neck and your lips trailing over as you both moaned.
“Come for me then baby, don’t hold back.” With his hair falling in front of his face and his hands tightening around your hips to push you into the bed, Leon murmured to you. He spread your thighs apart with one hand while massaging your clit with the other. As he played with the small bundle of nerves between your inner thighs, his fingers moved sensually and at a medium rhythm. As you clamoured and squeezed around his cock.
“Ngh leon I’m cumming fuck!” You grinded against him as you came wrapping your legs around his waist like a spider's web. “F..fuck me to.” He sealed his eyes shut before pulling out of your little hole cumming all over the mound of your pussy.
“That was amazing.” You were out of breath as you tugged leon down next to your own body. Sprawled out like this not giving a shit that your Bio exam was tomorrow. “Yeah it was great, so does this mean we’re a thing now?” He stammered, twisting and pulling at his fingers.
“Of course.” You cupped his face in your hands, his soft skin dimpling between your fingers. You kissed his dusky moles, his cleft and lastly his forehead.
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banquetwriter · 7 months ago
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so good !! Do where you guys go home together!!
Karaoke part two
୨୧ Karaoke pt:2 ୨୧
pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ fem!Reader
warnings: ୭̥⋆*。 reader swallows (sorry), male and female oral, low-key a pain kink? (lots of marks and hickeys lol) unprotected sex, unedited
summary: ʚ after the party you and johnnie have some fun ɞ
Words: 2537
An: heyy so anon wanted a part two where they go home and i wasn't sure if that meant smut or fluff so i took a gamble and went smut 🤷🏻‍♀️ part 1
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You requested an Uber a few minutes ago. You were waiting outside of Tara’s party barely able to keep your eyes off him. Once the car arrived you both got in almost unable to stop your sly smirks and giggles from the poor driver.
Once you got to your apartment you thanked the gods you had no roommates and hastily headed up. It wasn't the first time Johnnie had ever been in your apartment before but it was certainly the first time you both were itching to take each other's clothes off.
You were only able to get the door open a crack before you turned around and pulled Johnnie into another kiss. His hand clings to your waist as you try and get the door shut before deepening the kiss.
Your back hits the now-closed door. Your finger slipped under his shirt holding onto the sides of his stomach. He let out a small whimper at the contact. Which only made you smirk into the kiss.
You eventually pulled away from him, a smirk still plastered on your face, you beckoned him to follow you to your bedroom, a place he hadn't ever seen before. He followed with a similar grin running across his face.
You opened your bedroom door quickly pushing a clothes pile into your closet. The moonlight filled your room creating a beautiful atmosphere. Johnnie entered your room looking at the decorations that somehow perfectly reflected your personality.
He made his way to your embarrassingly sized Funko Pop collection and smiled. He had no idea you were such a nerd. “Lights on or off?” you ask, standing by your light switch closing the bedroom door.
“Um off,” he said, adrenaline pumping through his coarse veins. “Ok.” you breathed out with a smile. You approached him once again, hands closing the space between you two. Your hands faltered to his neck and the back of his head.
Use your position as an anchor to explore him. He nervously approached your waist. You pushed your body against his in encouragement. You pulled your lips away from his, and without letting a breath pass, you moved down to his jaw.
Slowly let your lips and tongue devour until you make your way to his neck. His eyes rolled back from the feeling of your teeth. Euphoric waves flashed down his body feeling his groin tighten.
His hands were sweaty and he pulled at your waist for no real reason. Johnnie needed you. There wasn't another way to put it. Your mouth left his neck, he stood there sweating and red in the face. Not that you are able to see under his makeup.
He was letting small groans fly past his lips as your teeth nicked his pale skin. He was out of breath looking down as you pulled away. Your fingers ran over his marked skin. “Hot,” you murmured, letting your thumb brush against his tattoo.
He broke into a wide smile rolling his eyes at your antics. “Did these hurt bad? I can't imagine a neck tat feels good,” you asked, examining his skin. “Yeah they hurt, every tattoo does. M’stomach ones hurt worse though,” he said using his hands to pull up his shirt.
In the moonlight, you could just barely see his Crow tattoo. “Hot,” you mutter again looking up at him. His smile grows wider, a blush forming on his cheeks. “Yeah? Well, you’re one to talk,” he says, unable to meet your eyes.
You grin at his words, your eyes flashing over in lust. You were unable to wait any longer for him. Your core was burning. “Yeah?” you asked, nodding your head. “Mhm,” he answered, your bodies were so close to each other.
You grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged his ear down to your mouth. “Why don't you come and show me?” you asked in a sultry tone. Johnnie's pupils were blown with a craving for lust. You rotated with him, the back of his knees hitting your bed. You pushed his shoulders slightly.
He fell onto his back with a soft ‘thud’. He began scooting back so more of him was on the bed, your hands reached out for his shoulders starting to essentially use him to climb up the bed.
His eyes watched you, feeling the remaining blood in his pale body travel to his dick. You on the other hand carefully climbed into his lap, sitting directly on his hard member. You shifted so your clothed clit rested on him over his pair of skinny jeans.
He groaned slightly at your contact, propping himself up on his elbows. Your hands snaked up his shirt and around his back. This time he initiated the kiss. He was slow at first, almost cautious.
As he gained confidence it began to deepen, your nails dragging slowly down his back chasing whines and small moans from him. Your body felt like you had caught on fire. You desperately needed him inside you.
But you wanted this to be pleasurable so you would take your time. You used your acrylics to surely make him bleed with the pressure you used to scratch the raven-haired boy's back.
“Fuck.” he muttered under his breath against your lips. You smirked pulling away from him, slowly crawling down onto your knees on the floor. Johnnie Was out of breath panting while looking at you.
He watched as you slowly started to palm his hard-on. Use your index and middle finger to rub the outside slowly and eventually use your whole hand to rub the outside.
His head fell back. It had been a long time since he had ever felt this, and never from someone as beautiful as you. He felt like he was gonna burst out of his pants. “Mmm fuck.” he whispered, unbuttoning his pants.
You helped him undo and pull down his pants and his boxers next. His dick sprung out, the tip hitting his stomach. He hissed as the cold air clung to his warm body. But you didn't have time to waste, you slid your hands up his exposed thigh.
You continued to tease him, scratching closer and closer to his aching cock. You started to pepper kisses at the base, moving to kitten licks. His right hand meets your jaw eyes laser-focused on your every move.
He slowly massages your jawline as you begin to kick his leaking aching cock from base to tip. “Stop teasing me!” he begged you. You obliged hovering above him letting the drool drip from your mouth and cover him.
He let out a pained gasp as you popped the head into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks to take his full length in. You began to bob your head up and down. His eyes screwed shut, “Fuck. Y/n don't stop.” he said as his hand moved up and down with your jaw.
You fluttered your eyelashes as he lifted his head back up again. He was panting heavily, his hips squirming against the bed. “Fuck.” he whimpered, letting go of your jaw. His hand flew to the bed sheets. His knuckles were pure white, trying to use the fabric to ground himself.
“M’gonna cum. M’gonna cum. M’gonna cum, fuuuck.” he whined as his red hot cock twitched in your mouth, and ropes of cum shot into your mouth and throat. He uses his hand to move his hair out of his face. The black locks clung to his face from sweat.
You pulled away from his member debating whether you should swallow or spit. You locked eyes with Johnnie and made your decision. You inhaled deeply and swallowed all the liquid in your mouth. “Did you just swallow my cum?” he asked, his voice breaking slightly after recovering from his orgasm.
“Yes,” you answered, fiddling with your fingers. Was that not the right decision? Your thoughts? Began to spiral with fear. Did he not like that? “That's so fucking hot,” he confessed, letting his back hit the mattress.
And as quickly your worries came, they went. Your mind goes back into primal mode, needing only one thing. Johnnie. You grinned at him, once again crawling onto the bed, and then onto him. Still heaving your clothes on made it difficult to get any relief as you rubbed yourself on his lap.
“Flip over.” he damn near ordered you. You do as he says flipping over and scooting to the top of the bed so your head hits the pillows. He sits on his knees at the end of the bed removing his shirt and discarding it somewhere in your dark room.
The window that sat above your bed perfectly illuminated Johnnie's pale skin. His cold necklaces felt like they were burning through his hot skin. He moved down so his weight was supported by his hands and crawled up the bed to meet you.
He helped undress you, pulling your shirt and bottoms off. He moved his knee and positioned it right between your legs. You pushed down trying to relieve some pressure. You mewled out, pressing your clothed body down on his knee.
He reached around your back early trying to unclasp your bra. He was nervously trying and failing so you divided to give mercy and reach around your back and unclip it for him. “Thanks,” he said embarrassed. He was practically itching for you to be naked.
You removed your bra and let it hit the floor. Johnnie's mind went completely blank staring at your exposed body. He thought of how fucking perfect your chest was. You smiled at his reaction, taking your hand and redirecting his eyes to your face. “Having fun?” you sarcastically asked him.
He shied away from you embarrassed at his ogling. “Yeah I was,” he said, unable to stop smiling. You gestured for him to get closer which he eagerly did. Letting his lips crash against yours, his lip piercing was so cold compared to your hot lips.
His cold hands caressed up your thighs, his fingers tugging your panties down and off your body. Your cunt was oozing, practically begging for any attention he would give you.
He slid his cold hands up further on your hot body. He made his way to your tits, pulling one in his mouth. His tongue swirled and teased while his hand pulled and pinched. Hearing your moans of encouragement he switched sides trying to give each one equal attention.
His hands moved from your tits to the sides of your body, placing sloppy tongue kisses on you all the way down to your cunt. He looks up at you as he slowly licks all the way up your leaking cunt.
He starts how slow, using deliberate movements but as you fall into a blubbering mess of moans and ‘keep going’ he begins to kitten lick your hole using his fingers to rub your clit.
His rings and nail polish created quite the site for you as your eyes rolled back into your skull. Your hand gripped his teased black hair keeping his face right where you needed it.
You felt the coil in your stomach threatening to snap. Your toes curled and your back arched off the bed, Johnnie's free hand tried to keep your hips in place but it was to no eval, “Im cumming!” you shouted barely able to contain your legs shaking as you came on his face.
Your world went blank for a second before your breath returned to normal. You looked down at Johnnie who was also breathing heavily, his face glistening with your liquid. It didn't seem to bother him in the slightest however as he wiped his face with his hand and eyes glaring at you.
“I'm not with you yet,” he said grabbing a part of the bed as he moved up it with his whole body, you barely could get a word out before he began kissing your neck.
He was surely leaving marks and bruises in his wake as he sucked and nibbled on every last part of your neck skin. “Johnnie…” you whimpered, having a good holding on his hair as he continued to devour your neck.
“Please I need more of you,” you whined, into his ear. Johnnie felt like he could do anything at this very moment. His heart was on fire with confidence. He pulled away from your neck and moved down to your thighs where he started to bite and suck.
You whined at the pleasurable feeling. “Johnnie… stop teasing, please,” you begged him. He smiled up at you, placing a tender kiss on your bitten and bruised flesh. He places his left hand next to your head, he helps move your legs apart as they still feel a little shaky from being eaten out.
He positions himself at your entrance. You held onto his shoulder as he slowly entered. You gasped as he bottomed out, your nails digging into his shoulder drawing blood with force.
He hooked your right leg around his waist moving his right arm so it was by your head. He slowly started pumping in and out of you. He was moaning into your mouth, his ministrations going from slow to fast.
Your nails scratching open old wounds from earlier. “Fuck, m’not gonna last long,” he said into your mouth. You heard his words but they never entered your brain, your brain was going blank with pleasure, the coil already threatening to snap.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” he cursed dropping down to your neck, taking a small part, and biting into you to ground himself. The pain shot through you and went to your core, your orgasm that flashes over you. Your back arches and your throat nearly gives out at the pornographic noise you make.
The squeezing of your cunt sends Johnnie over the edge, he bites down hard unsure if he was drawing blood or not as he pumps you both through an orgasm. After a minute or two he collapses on you, his cold metal necklaces poking your sensitive skin.
“Mm fuck.” he sighs sitting up and pulling himself out of you. Your combined liquids pool out of you. Johnnie takes a second to admire the sight of you, a mess. He pulls on his pair of boxers, before turning to you.
“In my bathroom, there are some washcloths in the top cupboard. You mumble pouting to your en suite. He nods leaving the room for a minute. You face the ceiling feeling the world spinning, your body happy but sore.
He returns with a damp washcloth and begins to clean you up. You hiss at the cold feeling of the fabric. “Sorry,” he mutters, cleaning you up. You take a deep breath in and sit up. You scoot yourself off the bed wobbling a little.
Johnnie snickers behind you, “Shut up.” you whine rolling your eyes. You pulled your panties back on and snagged his T-shirt. You opened Your bedroom door, pulled the shirt on, and grabbed a glass of water. You took a small sip of it hearing Johnnie walking through your door. He pulled his jeans on again and walked up to you, wrapping his arms around your midsection.
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lambcow · 3 months ago
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Ok but imagine young Clark coming into his super-hypnotism powers as a young kid and Martha Kent is not having it because you can only argue with your two-year-old so much if they can sweet talk you into anything they want.
She figures out really fast that it's all in the inhuman eyes - and really, she should've known that gorgeous shade of blue was too good to be true - so when Clark gets in a fit and she just knows he's going to make a demand, she avoids direct eye contact with her sweet little angel. She knows he's not doing it on purpose, he's just a little kid, after all.
But then, he has to go to school, and Martha knows Clark won't do it on purpose, but her little baby is a charmspeaker and is accidentally going to manipulate the entire world around him into whatever he thinks he wants and that's just not going to fly!
So, Martha experiments a little. The next time they go into town for the day, Martha hands Clark a tiny pair of sunglasses to wear all day to see if lenses even make a difference. It's not that he's never worn them before, but she needs to know if he can influence anyone if he's not looking directly into their eyes. After a day of errands and several pleading looks and what are certainly puppy eyes from Clark from behind tinted lenses to no avail, Martha has her answer.
Their last stop of the day is an antique shop on Main. Martha greets the man at the counter like you only can in a small town and asks if he has any supplies of old glasses they can rifle through for Clark, just in the meantime until they can get his eyes checked. Just to limp along. It's a lie, Clark doesn't need a prescription. But in a box of used glasses, there's always the chance Martha will find what she needs.
Gary (that's his name) points her toward a dresser down the room and tells her there's a drawer filled with costume glasses and the like. They find a tiny pair of glasses for Clark and he complains at first that the world "looks funny" but then he blinks twice and looks around again and, with a grin, says "Never mind - I like them, can I keep them?"
And that's how Clark Kent starts wearing glasses.
As he gets older, continuing to grow up and especially while he's still shorter than his ma he'll occasionally glare up at her from over his lenses petulantly as he tries to get his way and it brings a whole new weight to the phrase "Don't give me that look, now, son," because Clark knows that she means not to use his Kryptonian eyes on her to get his way. It's not a secret any more than Clark being an alien is a secret that Clark can get people to do what he wants. But the few times he's done it have resulted in the biggest groundings of his entire life and more chores than he's ever wanted to do. And not just manual labor chores, but the kind of chores ma knows he doesn't like, because a ma always knows how to make a chore a chore.
In high school, for all that Clark is not very popular and has that whole quiet nerd persona going for him, he has that cute kid with the glasses Kryptonian Gaze™ down to a seductive art and he's not even trying. Because. Hello? B-i-o-l-o-g-y. So, yeah. That over-the-glasses glance from across the room? It's a whole thing and lots of girls (and guys?) are super confused by why they suddenly think Clark Kent might be super hot. Then when they look again but it's just Clark sitting there with his normal glasses again? They're not so sure...
He doesn't like to use his super-hypnotism because it feels like cheating, but depending on the circumstance he will. It's not that different than using his other abilities after all, right? If it's for the right reasons, is it?
While he's working at the Daily Planet, he'll use it on occasion to push his advantage for a story for that one extra detail, to get access to a room he might not have otherwise, to sneak into places he might not have, to make people forget his face, his name, their conversation if it was a particularly sketchy place... it's all a simple tilt down of the chin so he can look people straight in the eyes over the rim of his glasses and ask a pointed question or say something or suggest something and then....
As Superman it's different. As Superman, he never wears his glasses. He's all heat vision and x-ray vision, micro and macro vision. As Superman, he does what he needs to to save people. Sometimes that's telling someone to get to safety or go home, call 9-1-1, run, stay here, be quiet.. it's a hundred things as Superman. Sometimes it's asking guards for passcodes or entrance, sometimes it's to turn off surveillance altogether. Superman does what he has to do.
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t0xicityz · 11 months ago
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I need a Drabble of wonu x reader. He’s showing off his strength indirectly and is non chalant about it which makes his partner so WEAK for him (omg) I beg u pls
Clueless Nerd<3
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PAIRING: Jeon Wonwoo x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: He was so focused on himself he forgot his Girlfriend was more focused on him then he was.<3
WARNINGS: slight NSFW MDNI<3
A/N: sorry guys I haven’t been posting much it’s bc I have been quite busy so forgive me please and please send my request an ideas for anything you want me to write about.😭
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Wonwoo just had woke up at 6:30am in the morning with you snuggled into his chest, he chuckled before pecking you on the forehead. He got up and got ready to go Downstairs to do his morning workout but before he did he made his protein shake and some breakfast for both the of you.
When he finished eating he went downstairs to the gym and started stretching, when he was done you were already making your way downstairs to watch him. He started working on his arms to start off but you were looking at how hard his biceps were getting every time he pulled up.
It had already been 40minutes and wonwoo looked so fucking sweaty but his face never broke once except for yours, you were hot and bothered looking at his biceps, his abs, his thighs, his back, heck even his ass. You were so dazed that you didn’t realised wonwoo saw you through the mirror.
“Oh hey pretty what are you doing up at this time hm?” You snapped out of your daydream when he started talking. “Just wanted to see my love working out.” You smiled innocently at him as he smiled back not knowing you were actually burning with lust for him.
He went back to working out while you kept staring at his arms and thighs (and ass)wonwoo started getting suspicious of how you were practically glaring at him and his body, and it didn’t take him that long to realise how you were looking at him.
A smug look appeared on his face as he turned around with a stern look. “Hey Pretty mind holding my biceps it’s kind aching a little and I need a hand to help me out.” You quickly nodded before walking over to him and gripping to dear life on that bicep.
You felt the sweat and the heat that was coming from his body as you felt yourself getting dizzy and heated by the fact his bicep kept getting harder and harder. You let go when he put the weight down. “Ok next pretty I need you to sit on me while I do bench presses.” You nodded and when he lied down you sat right on top of him.
When you sat down you can feel his cock through his shorts you nearly mewled when you felt his hips buck up. “Sorry pretty let me just adjust a bit.” And he did while you were sitting on his big cock you were basically soaked down there you wouldn’t be surprised if he was soaked too with how wet you were.
“My pretty girl you are going to have to stop soaking me right now because not only can I feel it soak my shorts but I can also feel it soak my cock as well so be patient petty or you are going to wait until tomorrow.” You whined as you felt yourself rocking your hips back and forth forgetting what he said but stopped when he held your hips still. “I said wait you fucking slut.”
Smack.!
You helped quite loud when you felt his hand come in contact with your ass, you started whining. “You are so impatient you can’t even wait until I’m done huh.?” He quickly got up as he picked you up with him.
“I’ll show you how much I can tame a fucking brat.”
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