#THE SWEATER AND NOW BOYFRIEND HOODIE OH GOD

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Nandor giving Guillermo the P.I. Undercover: New York Season 3 Hoodie in S06E08 + Nandor with Guillermo's Sweater in S05E08

[anton-luvr]

# WHEN YOU WEAR THEIR CLOTHES ; 7riize.

𖦹 bf!riize x gn!reader | fluff & suggestive | bf au 𖦹 note ; i love writing reactions like these they’re so fun… more coming soon!!

# SHOTARO.

would instantly feel so proud of himself

because you look so good in his clothes !!!

would compliment you like crazy

takes a bunch of pics

would post them on his instagram with the caption "my model" <3

the next time he goes clothes shopping, he makes sure its something you can wear and look good in too

# EUNSEOK.

thinks you look so good!!!!

like he would be blushing and jaw dropped for the first few minutes when he sees you wearing his hoodie

but once he recovers from the shock he won't hesitate to tease you

"oh, why are you wearing my clothes? oh my god are you broke?!"

just throw a pillow at him and he'll shut up <3

doesn't forget to compliment you and kisses you everywhere

# SUNGCHAN.

finds you so cute :(

you're not tiny or anything, but the significant difference in size from his clothes and your body makes him lose it

goes crazy when he sees your sweater paws

smothers you in hugs and dramatic squeals of how adorable you are

would start picking out more clothes for you to wear from now on

# WONBIN.

gets so flustered...

he thinks you look so incredibly gorgeous

but would be too shy to tell you at first :p

face flushed red, eyes avoiding you but occasionally peeking when he thinks you won't notice, a little smile stuck on his lips for the rest of the day

will eventually sigh a "you look so pretty in my clothes" later on, with his blushing face hiding in the crook of your neck, followed by kisses

# SEUNGHAN.

gets turned on honestly <3

something about the fact that you're wearing his clothes just makes his head spin and his mouth water…

you don't even get to leave the house because seunghan will not keep his hands off of you

he physically can't

messy kissing, whined compliments of how good you look, and his body pressed against yours for hours just to prove that

# SOHEE.

so shocked

he didn't know it was humanly possible for someone to look this good

just stays seated for a while, eyes shining with adoration and smiling like an idiot

eventually squeals and squeezes you in a hug

kisses you all over your cheeks while complimenting you <3

# ANTON.

he'll be just like wonbin

so so so so shy but so so so so happy!!

feels kinda proud too honestly

because you're wearing his clothes, and he's your one and only boyfriend, and he's honoured <3

calls you his pretty angel while kissing you

secretly takes pictures of you in his clothes and giggles at them when he looks back at it

© anton-luvr, 2023.

[bts-princess7]

Size Kink

Pairing: Dom!Namjoon x Small!reader

Summary: After a long day in the studio,

Warnings: Smut, fluff (if you squint), size kink, smoking, big d!ck Namjoon, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it girls), manhandling, fingering (just a tad), stomach bulge, dirty talk, (lmk if i missed any).

Word count: (HOW DO U CHECK THE WORD COUNT ON TUMBLR PLS HELP)

A/N: I wrote this in one day and it’s the first one, there’s gonna be improvement I swear. What do y’all think ab song based one-shots??? Give me any suggestions, anything at all!

22 minutes left of the workday, just 22 minutes until your beloved boyfriend got home. It was approaching fall and the weather kept getting cooler, so much so that you helped yourself to Namjoon’s hoodie collection. You loved his hoodies, they were warm and huge and always smelt like him. Of course they weren’t as good as him, but they would do. You opened a pack of cigarettes and took one out, making your way out the front door. You settled onto one of the comfy chairs and lit your cigarette, taking a deep breath.

One puff warmed you up and you let out a sigh, feeling the nicotine course through your veins. You pulled out your phone, scrolling mindlessly when you heard a car pull in the driveway. You recognized the car immediately, Joon was home early. You took a last drag of your cigarette, and watched him get out of his car.

He got out with a big smile, gracefully hopping up the steps. “Hey baby,” he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. You passed him the cigarette and let him finish it.

“How was work?” You asked, standing up next to him. You looked up at him, you were just about eye level with his chest. He looked down at you, watching you scan his body. Your hands tugged on the hem of his shirt, which was so deliciously shaped around his body.

“Let’s not talk about that, right now.” Namjoon put out the cigarette in the ashtray on the table, letting his hands fall to your waist. His big hands were warm on your body, even through his sweater. He dipped down, grabbing your legs and hoisting you over his shoulder.

“Joon!” You cried, holding onto the back of his neck. He held onto you with one arm, carrying you into the house and then your shared bedroom. He set you down on the bed, kneeling over you on his hands and knees. “Oh my god, Joon,” you sighed, his lips meeting your neck.

His plump lips peppered your neck with kisses, as he moved down your neck, he opened his mouth slightly. He left bright red blotches that would soon turn purple, you let out a low moan. “I’ve been waiting all day for this,” his voice was hoarse. Perhaps from being in the studio, or because of the need in his voice. “All day I’ve been thinking about my little princess, so fragile.”

You let out a squeak when he squeezed your hip, it excited you, the fact that he could crush you in a second if he really wanted to. His hand slid up underneath his sweater, all the way up to your chest and back down. “Take it off, Joon, please,” you tugged at the collar and he pulled his sweater off of you.

“So beautiful, so perfect for me, just for me.” He squished his head between your chest, leaving sloppy kisses as he inched farther down. His strong hands lifted you from the mattress just enough to undo your bra, his left hand moved up to cup your tits, right holding you up against him.

Namjoon pressed his lips against yours with passion, nibbling your bottom lip and rolling his tongue around yours. You let out a small moan when he flicked your nipple, the pad of his thumb rubbing intensely. You reached up to the hem of his shirt, tugging it up his torso. Namjoon leaned back slightly, pulled his shirt over his head before coming back.

You ran your hands over his body, his muscles felt especially promenant today. He pushed you back further into the centre of the bed, he covered you as if he were a blanket. His hand snaked up between your bodies and pressed against your core, you moaned into his mouth, moving your hips against his hand.

“You’re so wet, baby. So wet for me,” he pulled on your shorts and moved your underwear to the side. As gently as he could, he ran a finger through your folds with a smirk.

“Joon, please there,” you moaned, he ran his fingers back down again, then back up and stopped when he reached your clit. He rubbed his skillful fingers onto your pearl.

“Yeah? You like that? Like my big hands playing with your tiny pussy?” He made small, quick circles, paying careful attention. You clenched around nothing as he continued down to your hole, his middle finger prodding your hole. Namjoon pushed it in gently, “So tight, gonna squeeze me good, baby? Gonna be able to take my cock?” He teased, grabbing himself through his pants.

“Yes, yes, I’ll take you good,” you moaned, desperate to feel him. He added another finger, moving one of your legs onto his strong shoulders, being able to reach a better angle.

You reached down, pulling on the button of his jeans, then the zipper. Keeping his fingers in you, Namjoon stood and discarded his pants, his boxers hung loosely on his hips. He was so godly, standing above you with his fingers between your legs and his toned chest on full display, what a catch.

Namjoon curled his fingers, forcing a lewd moan out of you. He could feel you clenching around his fingers and pulled back, you looked up at him with those big eyes he couldn’t resist. “Not yet, princess,” he leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss. “I wanna know what that mouth can do,” at this, your eyes widened, but you agreed willingly.

He sat down on the bed and you knelt on the floor, once you removed his boxers, his cock sprang up and hit his stomach. He hissed and you licked your lips. You grabbed his length in your hand, rubbing his sensitive slit with your thumb. “Oh fuck, y/n,” Namjoon moaned your name, rolling his hips into your hand.

You licked a stripe up his cock, shaky breaths escaping his throat and you sunk down as far as you could. You wrapped your hand around the part you couldn’t reach with your mouth and started moving, you gagged around him but kept going anyway. Namjoon looked down at you, your eyes looked up at him with an innocence he couldn’t believe.

He reached around your head, grabbing your hair in a ponytail and pulling your head off of his cock. A trail of spit and pre cum attaching you to his tip, you stayed still with your mouth open and tongue hanging out. “You look so gorgeous on my cock, making sure you know you’re mine, huh?” He grabbed the base of his cock, slapping it against your tongue.

Namjoon sighed, reaching down to grab your waist, he pulled you up onto the bed. He rolled you on your back, pulling you against his pelvis and holding your legs open. “Oh Joon,” you moaned, he knew exactly what got you going.

He smirked, lining himself up with your entrance. Without warning, he pushed past your walls, making you let out a cry. He pulled back and thrust back in again, you moaned in unison and he picked up his pace. “Joon, ugh big!” You rambled, he grunted as you clenched around him.

“You’re so tight, so wet.” He mumbled, pressing his thumbs harder into your hips. “Look at that, so big it’s poking out,” he ran one of his hands over the small bulge that poked your stomach each time he thrust his hips. You let out a guttural moan when Namjoon moved one of your hands over your stomach, you could feel his tip poke you every so often.

Namjoon sped up his pace, his hips hitting the back of your thighs with a brutal force. You could feel the bed rock beneath you and the knot that tightened in your stomach, “Please, please I’m gonna cum!” You cried, holding onto his forearms as best you could.

“That’s it, princess. Let go, show me what I do to you.” He moaned, biting his lip. Your brows narrowed, mouth falling open slightly as he pushed his hips farther. His hand slunk down to your clit, making rough circles as you shivered.

“Yes, yes Joon, ughhhh” you moaned, feeling pleasure hit you like a wave of relief. Namjoon took his hand away from your clit, he puts his hands back on your thighs, holding them open once again as he chased his high.

“That’s right, good girl. Letting me use you like a fuck doll,” he groaned. You could feel his cock twitch inside you, ready to burst. You were way past overstimulated, eyes going blurry while your boyfriend fucked you into oblivion. His arms wrapped you in a strong comforting hug, his hips stopped deep inside you as he finally let go. “Fuck, y/n. You’re fucking amazing.”

You stayed in that position for a few minutes, him covering your body like a blanket and holding you tightly in his arms. You smiled down at him, running your fingers through his hair. “I love you so much princess, so fucking much.”

“I love you too, Joonie.”

[eggcompany]

Peter, Wear are my Pants?

Peter steals a lot (A LOT) of Tony's clothes. He didn't realize doing so would end up with a new daddy and feeding his 'weird' kinks.

“Hey Peter have you seen my black sweatpants with the red stripes?” Tony asked as he stood in front of his closet. Peter was sitting on the edge of their bed playing on his phone. He was wearing a pair of Tony’s underwear and Tony’s T-shirt under one of Tony’s white button ups that was much too big for him.

“Um uh no” Peter said nervously. He knew exactly where those pants were. They were in Peters closet along with most of Tony’s sweats and sweaters and hoodies and T-shirts.

Tony tuned around and have Peter a look that said “really?”

“Peter, you are wearing my clothes right now. Where are my pants? Do I have to go through your closet until I find them?”

Peter really really didn’t want Tony to go through his closet right now. Not today. He hadn’t cleaned in a while and there might be a dildo or two on his floor. Oh god, his panties are on the floor too and on top of his dresser. And he definitely didn’t want Tony going through his drawers...

“No! No I um I’ll go. I’ll get them. I’m sorry...” Peter said quickly as he stood up.

“Thank you, baby. Now hurry back so we can go have breakfast.” Tony said as he pulled on a old worn t shirt that he really hadn’t seen in a long time but he couldn’t find anymore of his other shirts...

Peter was already in his room when he heard it. Footsteps coming through his bedroom.

Before he could say to stay out of his closet the doors where opening.

“Peter I need my shir- oh.”

Peter was throwing his panties in one of his drawers before even looking what was in the drawer. Peter looked up at the older man with big wide eyes.

“Aw baby what’re putting those away for? Oh quite the collection there huh baby” Tony said as he walked closer to the younger man who, looked down at his hands shoving a few pairs of baby blue panties into his- god damnit- his toy drawer.

“No no no! Don’t look don’t look!” Peter panicked and tried to close the drawer but he couldn’t get it closed and tears started to prickle his eyes. He had barley started to sleep with Tony! He couldn’t know about... about Peters weird kinks!

Peter was full out crying on his floor trying to shove the drawer closed.

“He’s gonna hate me! Why did this happen? Everything’s ruined! Everything’s ruined and daddy’s gonna hate me!” Peter thought or at least he thought he was just thinking it.

“Peter, baby, nothing’s ruined! You’re okay, it’s all okay, daddy’s here. That’s what you want right? You want daddy? I don’t hate you, baby. Shh shh shh. Oh my baby, bambino stop crying.” Peter was full out crying still as Tony got down to hold Peter against his chest in his lap. Tony rocked him back and forth trying to soothe his boyfriend.

Peter processed the words slowly but eventually got them. He looked up at Tony with such a sweet look. Tony almost melted.

“You-you’re n-not gross-ed out?” Peter said as he wiped his nose with his sleeve. He had the shirt pulled to give himself shirt paws, a habit Tony loves. Tony smiled down at him.

“Never grossed out at you, baby. You want me to be your daddy?” Tony kissed his boys forehead. Peter looked at him in awe.

“You wanna be my daddy? But but you saw...” Peter glanced back at his still open drawer. Panties and pastel plugs and gem ended toys and oh god his tail plug. Tony would never like that.

Tony used two fingers to push Peters face back to look at him.

“Yes, bambino. I wanna be your daddy. Yes I see the drawer. Cute stuff you got there. Wanna show me some of them? We can talk about it.” Tony said in a very dominant way. Leaving no room for argument Peter looked back at Ton- Daddy.

“I ca-can show you some... daddy ‘m nervous.” Peter fidgeted with his sleeves. Tony slid the younger down so he was sitting on the floor instead of his lap

Tony cooed lightly at him.

“Daddy loves you baby. Don’t be nervous, I just wanna know what you like.” Tony looked exactingly at his baby.

“Oh-okay. Okay. Um I have my panties... I like these ones...”

[awritersstuff]

Can I request hcs about school leaders or faction leaders reactions when they go to a cafe or park and suddenly the reader caught their attention? Thanks 🫶🫶

First of all , thanks for the request

Beautiful!

Fujio-

- out of all the leaders fujio is most likely to fall in love at first and if he falls In love at first sight then he will probably do anything to find you again,  even if turns him into a stalker .

- As fujio entered the dinner,  there usual hangover spot , "oh, sorry I am late " he said with a small smile as he saw that everyone was already there . He sat beside seiji , in front of madoka.  " baka , why are you always late." Madoka scolded fujio as always. They all ordered the food and got lost in talks as usual. Fujio was laughing at something that masaya, when it happened.  When he saw you for the first time , you were still in your uniform skirt and a lose hoodie that made you look even more smaller then you really are . He was mesmerized by your smile,  you and your friends sat on the table just in front of them and he couldn't stop looking at you . "Oii, fujio where are you lo-!" Madoka stopped In the middle as she saw where fujio was looking. Fujio didn't bother to even look at anyone he was too lost in you. All of the others looked at each other as arata got closer to fujio's ears "soo, pretty right ?" Arata whispered and fujio was so shocked that he fell off his chair and just at that time you happen to pass by there table , so you thought that he fell because of you . You immediately gave him your hand as you kept saying sorry . As fujio toke your hand in his , he felt a current all through his body that at the end reached his heart.

Sachio-

-sachio is not someone who falls in love at first sight,  he is a mature guy , he tends to think about everything too much .

- "how much more time is your friend gonna take ,yui" sachio said in annoyance.  "Nobody is stopping you , you can go" sawamura said way more annoyed then sachio "me , go ? And leave you too alone , not happening " "oh God, sachio you are soo annoying just go , dude" "No means no"  " can you two just keep quiet " yui said meddling in between the argument of her brother and boyfriend.  "Oh she is here !" Yui squealed in excitement,  as sachio looked at the direction that was looking his heartbeat suddenly stopped,  you were running towards yui with the most beautiful smile he has ever seen . Sachio suddenly frowned when you suddenly stopped In your track , you were looking at your right,  you started running to the direction you were looking at . Sachio kept watching , you stopped in front of a old woman who was sitting on a wheelchair. The old woman was knitting a sweater but her wool was fallen on the ground and she was unable to reach it , you picked up all the wool from ground and kept it on its original place . And after some days yui was sick of her brother always asking about you .

Rao-

- I have a very strong believe that Rao will never fall in love at first sight,  he might feel that oh that person is pretty but love ? No.

- you were a part timer at a Cafe near suzuran and Rao faction were regular customers by now you are quite close to then specialy binzo, he thinks that you are super cute and you think the same for him.  When Rao saw you for the first time he just thought that you were the most beautiful girl he has ever seen and whenever your eyes met and you gave him a innocent smile.  You always make him the feelings he never felt but Rao still stopped his heart  because he doesn't know what kind of person you are , you can be a devil with angel smile. Until today , when he entered the cafe with his friends and  they sat on there usual seat . Rao peaked up the menu and pretend like he was looking at the menu when in reality he was just looking at you . You were doing your usual task standing and taking your orders , as you heard the bell ring you looked at the gate . A small boy was standing there looking at you in anticipation you knew what he wanted , you looked around making sure no one was watching you and then you picked up two cupcakes and kept them in a box and gave it to the boy. but you did a mistake , someone saw you and that was Rao but he also did a mistake in hiding,  mercy saw him all the time as he was looking at you with a smile on his face .

That's it , thanks for reading I hope you like it .

[xoxomoonlightxoxo]

P&C | Ch. 2: Hey Flip Flops

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6:30 a.m.

"Mira, Miraya, wake up!" I sigh as my body is awakened by the sound of my alarm clock and Jiah's voice.

"It's time already?" I whine, stretching my body for what seems like an hour. I can barely make out Jiah's words as they're interrupted by her yawns, but I'm pretty sure she said something about breakfast.

We quickly get ready. Check each other out for the 50th time, making sure we both look to die for because that's what boss ladies do, before finally heading out. It rained the night before so the air is extra crisp, which I love. Would rather have this than the 10-month winter season I had to endure back home.

Jiah was right, the knee-high boots definitely pulled the whole look together, we both look like two French girls. Talking about fashion, people in Korea (especially girls) know how to dress well. Everything, and I mean everything, from their hair down to their nails is polished and well put together. Mindblowing, as back home I could be seen wearing the same Harvard sweater for 5 consecutive days, with absolutely no shame or will to change. So, the fact that these boots are now in my possession should in itself cause a commotion, but for now, I'll settle for Jiah's reassurance and cute compliments.

Unfortunately, though, our little date had to pause as it was time to depart to our respective faculty buildings. See, Jiah is a Business major with a minor in accounting, aka money is basically going to follow her 24/7. While I'm majoring in Nursing, by choice mind you! I was going to go into Dietetics before realising that my eating habits are questionable at best, so I spared humanity with this one (you're welcome). But now, if you see me in your local hospital in my cute scrubs just know that I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing so please, just mind your business.

Anywho, we said our goodbyes and wished each other luck. Fast forward to about five minutes, and there I was, standing in front of the building that will probably make me cry, scream, laugh, and all of the above throughout the next 4 years. Nonetheless, I have come this far right? The possibility of everything I worked for going down the drain is the only motivation I need right now to do my best.

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As I walked out of my last class of the day, the sun was already beginning to set. To be honest, everything went pretty well, I mean as well as it could go on syllabus day. My professors were all pretty chill except for one lady who intimidates the crap out of me for absolutely no reason. She has over 30 years of experience in this field and deals with new cohorts, which means she might be my supervisor. If that's the case I will have to pregame each clinical to not pass out in her presence.

I wanted to grab a quick coffee on my way back to the dorm when I felt my phone buzz.

Jiah: Heyy lovely, how are you? Have you eaten? Jimin invited us to a little get-together with his friends, so I'll pick you up at 7.

Mira: Hey babes, I'm great. How are you, love? Sure, I'll let you know when I'm ready.

Oh my god, my first party. It's no big deal but my body has definitely become more tense. I mean I know literally no one else aside from Jiah. I haven't even met her boyfriend, barely know what he looks like. But, I trust her, so as long as I stick by her everything should be fine, right? I mean what's the worst that can happen?

Caught up in my thoughts, I was abruptly interrupted by a sudden push, a body that slammed past me as I tried to open the front door of the dormitory. Ouch. I didn't have time to check who it was but they also made no effort in checking if I was okay. Looking back all I could see was a tall guy with a black hoodie who seemed to be in a rush. Jeez, people these days are just something else I swear. Whatever, I thought, maybe they were having a rough day. Nonetheless, I straightened up and made my way up to my dorm, trying to forget whatever that was as I had bigger things to think about.

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Knock Knock Knock

"Miraya, open up, I'm here!" I could hear Jiah's screams from my bedroom as I tried to quickly unlock the door. One hand on the doorknob, the other on my dress strap. And, as the door swung open, Jiah was left in absolute awe.

"Sheesh, miss girl who allowed you to look this good?" she exclaimed, coming in for a tight hug.

"Girl, look at you! Screw your boyfriend and come live with me," we both giggled, knowing dam well that we both looked quite good. I mean go big or go home right?

"I'm almost done, I swear. But please, can you help me with this strap? It unclipped and I almost lost my mind. I don't know why this dress requires 10 people to assemble," I whine a little as Jiah quickly clasps the dress back into its position.

"Hey, what's this? Are you okay?"

"What?" I ask, as she walks us over to my mirror before pointing to a bruise on my forearm.

"Oh, yeah, so silly. This guy bumped into me as I was trying to get into the building today. But, it's no big deal. It doesn't hurt." I assure her, letting out a small chuckle.

"Are you sure? Next time you see him let me know, I'll run straight into him." she urges with pure determination on her face. I can't help but smile, reaching out and going in for a hug. We talk about our day for a little while until finally leaving the dorm.

--

"So, this party? Who else is going to be there?" I quietly ask as we make our way down to the elevators.

"Oh, just, my boyfriend, his friends, and some other people from this dormitory," Jiah explains before pressing the Basement floor.

While my nerves were somewhat calm during our elevator ride, they sure as hell were not once the doors opened and I saw the amount of people just at the entrance. My eyes were wide open as I glanced at Jiah before she looked back with a mischievous yet nervous smile.

"Come on Mira, let's have fun. Let loose!" she exclaimed, pulling my arm towards the entrance. There was no time to answer or to protest so I had no other choice but to follow her into a huge studio room with disco lights and music blasting from each corner. "Small gathering"

"Baby!" Jiah screamed, as her hold on my hand loosened and she ran to a boy in a black cap. Jimin. Well, at least, now I know what he looks like. It was cute watching them reunite. They have definitely missed each other, it was clear from the way their bodies melted into one another and their eyes locked.

"Miraya, come here let me introduce you to everyone," Jiah waved for me to come closer before I could make out the other people in the circle, and that's when my eyes stopped on him. Oh my god, no.

"Oh, hey flip flops!" Tae scrunched his nose before parading his boxy smile, waving at my yet again flushed face. I dare not to look up, hoping that if I can't see them then they won't be able to see me. A girl can dream, I guess. 

"Flip flops?" Jimin and Jiah both ask, letting out a chuckle at the funny nickname.

"Yeah, it was so funny because when we first met I was in the elevator and she ran ..."

"Ok, that's enough, thank you for your input but really, it's not that serious. Umm ... so Jimin, how was your vacation?" I quickly try to change the subject before Tae sends me into another nervous breakdown. Everyone just smiles and looks at Jimin, while Tae teasingly grins at my quick remark.

"Yeah, I mean it was honestly so nice, the boys and I went to Bora Bora. Heaven on Earth! Baby, next time, we should all go," he says, adoring eyes looking down at Jiah who was snuggled into his embrace.

"Oh, by the way, this is Jungkook. We drove all night yesterday from Busan, so excuse his appearance." Jimin smiles, pulling on Jungkook's hoodie to come forward and introduce himself. The poor guy seemed absolutely drained but managed to let out a tiny hello with a nod before stepping back into the shadow. Something about him seemed familiar but I couldn't tell what exactly.

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Riley Poole Taking Care Of Sick Reader

{For my friend @captainannamerica I tried to make it similar to your situation 😂 feel better ❤️}

Warnings: Couple of swear words, fluff

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You woke up this morning feeling miserable. You were dizzy and seeing shapes moving all over the room. And the worst part was the power in your area had gone out, meaning no electricity.

How great

You pulled the blanket down and reached for your phone.

No Wi-Fi

"Ugh shit." You threw your head back on your pillow and groaned at the pain in your head. You needed medicine and you could barely move. Maybe you could just go to your grandma's old people home and stay there until you get better.

You heard faint knocking at your door and that's when it hit you.

You had a date planned out with Riley today and he was going to pick you up... and now you're sick.

Shit

You heard Riley open the door and he walked in the house.

"Y/n? Are you home?"

"Yeah, I'm upstairs!" You yelled and you started coughing.

He walked up the stairs and opened your door, you could only imagine what the hell he was thinking as he came in to your room. You were sure you looked sick.

"Hey honey.. are you feeling sick?" He cooed as he put his hand on your forehead.

"Mhm." You snuggled into his touch and pouted.

"Oh my sweet baby come here." He had his arms out for a hug which you gladly accepted.

"You know what...why don't you try and get some rest while I go out and see if I can get you some medicine." He said tucking you back into bed and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Hmm ok." You said sleepily.

About 8 minutes later he came back to you all sleep and sound. He gently shook you and called your name.

"Y/n.. lovey you gotta wake up and take your medicine." He crooned and you got up and braced yourself in his chest.

He poured the medicine in the little cup and put it against your lips. You drank it and it tasted god awful.

"Riley.. what is this-?"

"Tylenol, cold and flu."

"Ugh, it tastes awful."

"Last time I checked grape medicine doesn't taste well hun. Now c'mon, I brought some snacks. You pick out the snack you want and I'll go get a cloth."

"Why the cloth?"

"Well I'm assuming you don't want to take a cold shower right now, right?

"Yeah.."

"Good, I'll just wipe your skin down with it to keep you cool, ok?"

"M'kay."

He left the room and you tried your best to peel off the hoodie you went to sleep with, but the damn thing was too tight. Or you were just too weak to take it off.

"Hey lovey, you ready?" He came in the room with a mildly wet cloth and sat on the bed.

"Can't get it off." You pouted.

"M'kay come here." He helped you get the sweater off and he started to gently rub you down with the cloth. You felt a lot better from the cool cloth and when he finished he brought you one of his loose t-shirts that you had kept to wear.

After that you picked out a snack and munched on it while he brushed out your dampened hair and braided it loosely.

"Wanna get some sleep love?" He said.

"Yeah, can you cuddle me?"

"Of course sweetheart, c'mere let me hold you." He stretched out his arms and you snuggled into your boyfriend. His embrace made you feel so much better and right about now the power outage and the sickness didn't really bother you as much as it did before.

"Love you baby.." you said as you drifted off to sleep.

"Love you too my sunshine." He said and he planted a sweet kiss on your forehead before he fell asleep himself.

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FOOLS IN LOVE - Chapter 5 - Part 1

BOOK THREE: 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Samuel Moretti

The first day of school was awkward.

If you're not familiar, before you can go into college level math, you have to take a test to see where you're at in solving mathematical problems and such.

If you get a low grade, you take a math 101 class that is kind of like a refresher class before going into college level.

If you pass, you go straight to the college level class.

I assumed Noah didn't pass his math test 'he's always been bad at math, no judgement'.

Either that or he decided not to start math until the following year because Noah was sitting in the back row of college level one class 'math 102' where I just entered.

My ex-boyfriend, who yelled at me to stay away from him, was attending the same class as me.

Fantastic.

Luckily, Noah didn't seem to notice me with his head hanging low.

He was leaning against his chair, looking unapproachable with his arms crossed, hoodie up and bored expression on his face.

I ducked my head and quickly got into a seat to the farthest chair in the front row.

I didn't want to see him and I sure as heck didn't want him to see me.

One thing I was positive about from our talk at the party, Noah's anger issues hasn't changed, go figure.

I pulled out my cell-phone.

To: Benjamin Hernandez [Picking a nine am math class was a horrible mistake. I need coffee. Please save me.] From: Samuel Moretti

Ben responded to my message right away, he also had math early but not until Wednesday.

To: Samuel Moretti [Lol. I wish I could, I'd do anything to lay in bed with you right now.] From: Benjamin Hernandez

To: Benjamin Hernandez [Mmm and what would you do to me if we were in bed?] From: Samuel Moretti

To: Samuel Moretti [I'll tell you tonight 😉] From: Benjamin Hernandez

I was about to reply to that when my professor walked in.

Putting my cell-phone on silent, I slid it in my pocket.

The professor was short and on the heavier side with a big round belly, covered with a sweater vest over a blue button down dress shirt and wore tan slacks.

He had thick glasses, a receding hairline and a scruffy beard.

He spoke with a rough, aged voice.

"Welcome to Math 102. I'm Professor Weber. I'm gonna do roll call real fast, see how many students walked into the wrong class," he received a few chuckles from that.

"Then pass out the syllabus."

'Oh God, roll call? How did I not think of that?'

I sunk lower in my chair, I'll just raise my hand when I'm called instead of saying 'here'.

Oh crap, that obviously won't matter, Noah's gonna hear my name called whether I announced that I was there or not.

Part of me wished I was actually in the wrong class as Professor Weber began ticking off names, alphabetically, he was at the M's.

"Kelly Mars?"

"Here."

"John Martin?" a hand was raised.

"Sarah Moore?"

"Here," with a hand up.

"Sam Moretti?"

'Oh no.'

I raised my hand and Professor Weber moved on.

I dared a look back in Noah's direction and he was looking at me.

His expression unreadable.

I faced the front of the room and zoned out the entire time our Professor discussed the syllabus and upcoming assignments.

The only thing I could think about was whether me being in this class with Noah will be destructive or not.

As soon as class ended, I bolted out of there but it didn't matter because Noah was at my side a moment later.

"Convenient you're in my class," Noah spoke but neither of us faced the other as we headed down the stairs.

"Do I need to get a restraining order?"

I let out a humorless laugh.

"I passed my entry math class, did you?"

We exited the building and I wasn't surprised he continued following me after I made that comment.

Noah scoffed.

"Always thinking you're better than everyone," he muttered.

I stopped in my tracks on the paved sidewalk.

It was two times the size of the average sidewalk for more footage. Noah and I stood to the side.

"You know that's a lie, I never judged you," I said firmly.

"And believe it or not, Noah, it didn't even cross my mind that you'd be in this class because I wasn't thinking about you when I picked my classes. Self obsessed much?"

I couldn't stop talking and defending myself, maybe because Noah never gave me the chance to speak on Saturday.

"And what happened to not speaking to each other?" I questioned with my arms crossed.

"You're the one who decided to go to a school where you knew I was. Were you thinking about me then?" he asked in a seething tone.

Yes, I was.

Noah was all I thought about when choosing which school I'd go to but no way in hell I was going to let Noah know that.

"No. I haven't thought about you in months. Almost a year, actually," I said in a calm tone but my words were poisonous and ready to kill but I felt like crap when I watched Noah's tight expression falter a bit.

He swallowed before saying...

"Fuck you," he said, bumping my shoulder, as he walked past me.

My heart fell to my stomach, feeling culpable, I didn't expect that.

I expected him to call me out on my bullshit, he had to know I was lying, how could I not think about him?

I figured Noah would have some snarky comeback but he left looking hurt.

I felt like a stupid middle schooler making cruel joke, I was childish.

I hated to admit it and this probably made me more childish but arguing with Noah was like an adrenaline rush and I knew I was addicted to it.

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I’m An Idiot. 8

Ch7 Ao3

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“That’s not how that works, Kacchan.”

“Who said?” That’s when I recall our emotional conversation in the bathroom. Would that be considered a confession? Does this mean we’re officially boyfriends? If so then that means… “I want my boyfriend sweater and so I’m going to get my boyfriend sweater.”

Watching Izuku go from confused to giggling was so cute. “Oh.” I then saw how his face slowly got a hint of red as he fidgeted within the hoodie. Eventually he did look back at me. “Kacchan?”

I then got to watch a bouncy boyfriend, that word gives me such a giddy feeling. “What?” Deku bounced his way towards the phone and went about bringing us to floor level What was he thinking? Especially when I became eye level with his crotch. “What are you thinking nerd?” Instead of answering, he sat back and lifted the hoodie to where I was staring directly at his hard on. Which caused me to have my own reaction. Especially when it was becoming uncomfortably tight in my joggers. “Deku?”

It did not help that I couldn’t see Deku’s face. All because the angle I was in the hoodie was hiding his face. But oh god, his dick was on full display and I don’t know what to do. What does a person do in this situations? Damn it! It didn’t help that I noticed that even his dick had freckles. What part of him doesn’t have freckles? I wonder what he would taste like. “Would Kacchan like to watch me touch myself in his new hoodie?”

AAA!! He wants to do that! I’m surprised my quirk didn’t activate with how on fire my body felt. Especially when I became hyper aware of how suffocating my clothes were. I then recalled how I cried when I got the lingerie picture from Deku. Maybe it really was for me. And I just now realized this whole time Izuku has been fully naked in front of me. If he wasn’t a crying mess I might have taken more notice. But that didn’t matter. What do I do now?

Do I say yes? Which would like a dream to see. But what if Deku is only saying this in the heat of the moment? The nerd just went through something that was very emotional. There’s also the fact he had stated he never watched porn before coming up with this stupid idea of his. Wait a minute. Has Izuku ever done anything at all? Has he even masturbated before? And he was choosing to do this for me? I felt my cock twitch at that thought.

The more I looked at Deku’s dick another thought popped up. I may have taken sneak peeks whenever we changed in the locker rooms. But the way his cock looked then and in the lingerie photo was nothing like how it looks erected. “Damn. I thought your cook was big before.”

I watched as his dick twitched at my comment. God. How would it feel inside me? “Kacchan” The way he said my name in this moment had my ears feels so sensitive. How is that even possible? “I’m waiting for an answer.”

Oh, he’s serious. And if my assumption is correct, the nerd is probably nervous. Since he’s going this far, maybe we could do this together. Especially with how on fire I feel. This is exciting in more ways than I could think of. “Hold that thought.” Before I started to remove my shirt, I caught a glimpse of Deku dropping his shoulders. As I removed my joggers and boxers is when I noticed a shade of red spreading along his hips and inner thighs. Was he blushing? “We could do this together.”

“Ok.” Making sure my phone was prompted against my pillow, I moved back enough for him to fully see me. It was then that I started to get nervous. This was also my first time doing something like this and I’m glad it’s with Izuku. Not just first time having someone watching me, but doing so over the phone.

I don’t know what was more enticing. The fact that I’m watching Deku stroke himself while I did the same. Maybe the way he said my name as we did so. There was also the fact how I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like if we were stroking each other. And the more we continued every part of me felt sensitive to the touch.

“Do you use the back of your hands because of your quirk?” Leave it to the nerd t be a nerd during a time like this. It didn’t help that made another part of me feel needy.

“Well… yeah.. um…” God damn it. The way he slowed down when I answered was something’s else. But something seemed to tickle my brain and I just needed to know. “Were you always a lefty?”

“I don’t… know. I… Kacchan…” I watched as he tried to use his right hand as well. “I… Ah… never… paid mind.. mm.. to it.” From what little I could tell, his grip with his right hand seems to be tighter than his left. It could that be why he continuously broke his pencils in elementary school? He had no grip control. That thought brought my attention back to a very aching spot of my lower half. While trying to move slowly and not disturb my phone, I leaned back and brought my legs out more. “What are you… ah… doing Kacchan?”

I didn’t say anything since I had fingers in my mouth. But eventually I did stick those in another hole. “Do you mind just using your right hand?”

As we were catching our breath, I couldn’t stop looking at Deku. “So, how did I do?”

“That’s now my favorite hoodie.”

At that he started to giggle. “Even when it’s now soak in sweat and has other bodily fluids on it.”

“Damn it nerd.” At that, I witness an instant bulge in the hoodie. I couldn’t help smirk at that. “So, you like it when I’m mean to you.”

“You are Kacchan.” For the rest of the night we just talked with each other until we fell asleep. It was nice to fall asleep hearing Izuku mumble. Come morning I was still in disbelief of what happened last night. Not only did I catch Izuku before I lost him forever. I also got myself a boyfriend and we had… we had… My whole body felt on fire as I thought about what we did.

I had intense dreams before, but I don’t think I would have ever imagined that. Especially with the way Izuku sounds and how everything felt. I even slapped myself with my quirk. “Nope. That wasn’t a dream. It really happened.” I quickly hugged before I screamed my excitement into it. “Izuku is my boyfriend!”

When I went down for breakfast I noticed that my folks were acting funny. Especially the old man, who happened to be humming while he cooked. He rarely ever hums. What is wrong with him? “Katsuki.” Mom sounded like she was practically singing. “When is Izuku returning from his trip?”

As I stared at the hang, I went and sat at my seat. “Why the fuck do you want to know?”

She still had this weird smile and it was giving me the creeps. “It’s just been so long since we seen Izuku during this time of the year. We were just wondering if Masaru was ever going to make Izuku birthday dinner again.”

“It has been a long time.” Dad suddenly was next to me while setting a bowl of miso soup in front of me. “And it would be nice to see him again.” He then went about ruffling my hair before stepping back.

“So, when is he coming back.” I looked between my parents as they have yet touched their food. What was going on here? Especially because they keep asking about when Izuku will come home. And if dad was going to cook dinner like he did growing up.

“He’ll be home Saturday.” That’s when they finally started to eat, after smiling at each other. “What the hell is going on?”

Mom was the one who looked at me. “Did someone forget where his temporary room was located?”

“Uh?” Dad looked away from me as he snickered into his hand. Why would mom bring up the location of my… Oh… Oh. OH!!! “GOD DAMN IT!” I completely forgot that my parent’s room was directly next to my temporary room. And since my room has always been far enough apart, noise was never an issue to worry about. Oh fucking god. My parents heard me.

I felt my whole body burn and shake from shear embarrassment. Damn it. I then watched dad hand mom money. “Thank you every much.” She then started to snicker. “And you, brat,” The way she smiled at me just made my face burn up even more. “Better be using condoms. Regardless of who you love and fuck, this house practices safe sex. Do you understand, Katsuki.”

I looked away from her and towards my breakfast. “Yes, old hag.” With that said the rest of the day I was on edge. Especially since dad took the day off to help repair my room. It was as we ate lunch that I recalled my parents exchanging money. “Why did you give the hag money?”

“We have placed a bet when you and Izuku were kids.”

“Which was?”

“If you were going to formally announce that you were dating. Or if we were going to find out before you got a chance to tell us.” He then patted my shoulder. “I bet it was going to be formal. But to be fair, I don’t mind this either.” He then pulled his hand back before smiling at me. “I’m very proud of you, son.”

The rest of the day went by smoothly, besides another embarrassing moment when mom gave me a box of condoms. And when night time came around I got to talk with my boyfriend. Besides hearing about his trip to park, he told me how everyone was happy he decided not to go through with the faking plan. Then Izuku told me how everyone told him congrats on becoming my boyfriend. Which probably explains the text from icyhot.

Saturday couldn’t come any faster. Especially as I was waiting for a text from Izuku. Not even idiots were enough of an distraction. “Come on, Bakubro.” I looked over to shitty hair. “Didn’t Midrobro say it’ll take him about 10 hours to drive? Especially when he has to drop off everyone before he could head home.”

“Don’t worry, blastly. You’re boyfriend will be home in time for your date.”

“Oh, shut up, pinky. I want him home, now.”

“Has he always like this?” I looked over to ears who happened to be speaking to dunce face.

“You have no idea.”

“Oh shut you.” I then pulled out another few shirts from my closet. “Now focus. Should I go with v-neck muscle shirt or the skull tank top?”

“I thought you said you already had an outfit picked out, bro?”

“Shut it, tape face! It’s your idiots fault for saying the outfit I chose looked tacky. Now, come on!” I held up the shirts. Until raccoon eyes and ears walked over and started going through my clothes. “Hey!”

“Shut it, Bakugo.” I watched as ears pulled out one of my band tees. “You seriously listen to them? Are they any good?”

Pinky then pulled out the fishnet shirt I brought a while back. “You should wear this!” She then looked back at me. “It’ll go great with that tank!”

Ears then pulled out the ripped black jeans I was currently working on. All that was missing was embroidering an orange X on the back pocket. “Where did you get these?”

“I made them.” All eyes were on me before ears threw me the jeans. “What? For goodness sake my folks are fashion designers!”

Even though it was late, I practically jumped when Deku texted he was almost home. “I just dropped off Ochako. So after I take the car to the garage, I should be home within 40 minutes or so.”

With that being said, I grabbed the bag by my door before heading out. As I walked over to Izuku’s apartment, I tried to catch my breath. In my excitement to see my boyfriend, I forget to check if I had my keys and phone. It wasn’t until I got to the corner that I suddenly had the urge to check my pockets. But to my great relief I had my phone in the bag I was carrying and my house keys were in my right knee pocket.

When I reached his placeI wasn’t sure what to do. Should I knock to see if his mom was home, or awake, and would allow me in? Or do I wait outside so I could be the first person Izuku saw when he got home? Waiting outside seemed like a better choice. After all, I still was upset with what Izuku told me his mom said. But there’s always a chance that wasn’t her exact words. The nerds does have the habit of overthinking things. Along with misunderstanding information at time. Why does that sound like someone else I know?

I picked up my phone and went into messenger. “Where the hell are you?”

“I just finished parking. So, about a 15 minute walk. Where are you?”

“Waiting outside your door.”

“Oh. I think my mom is home. Since it’s Saturday, she might still be up. Not to mentioned I did tell her I was coming back today.”

“Hurry up! I want my boyfriend!”

It felt like forever as I stood waiting. But when I saw the green hair idiot, I couldn’t help cross my arms as I tap my foot. What ticked me off was how we clearly made eye contact and he stuck his tongue a me. Yet the moment he became within arms reached I engulfed my tiny short boyfriend into a hug. “I missed you too, Kacchan.” I landed a kiss among the soft green curls, that tickled my nose. I then moved away slightly to grab Izuku’s jaw before landing a kiss on that perfect forever. Which I couldn’t help but squish his face in the processes. “Kacchan.”

My boyfriend looks too cute. So cute that I just have to bite that damn bottom lip of his. The same one that he been teasing me all week with. God damn it. “Why you so cute!” I couldn’t help bite his damn strawberry cheeks. “I could just eat you up.”

“Hehe. That’s cannibalism, Kacchan.”

“Damn nerd.” I then pulled his face close to mine and pressed our lips together. “But you’re my damn nerd.” I then bit the top of his nose.

“Hey.” I looked at a very puffy face nerd. Damn he’s so cute! “No more biting. Just kisses.” I couldn’t help laugh before giving him another kiss.

“Are you two done?” We quickly looked over to the door in surprise. At that, it was his mom standing against the doorway, looking at us.

“How long have you been standing there, mom?”

She was smiling as she walked away. “Long enough to hear something about being a cannibal.” We soon were all sitting at the table, with auntie having served us tea. Izuku even went about properly introducing me as his boyfriend. “Congratulations. At least I know my poor Izuku will be taken care of. I was quite worried.” It’s then that she went about what she had stated to Izuku before he decided that whole birthday thing. Damn Deku.

My assumptions were right about him overthinking and misunderstanding what his mom had said. All she was worried was how her son was going to be all alone. And with his obsession with heroes, he would never find someone. She didn’t really much care for grandchildren. All she cared was that her baby had someone.

We eventually we in his room. “You’re a damn idiot.”

“Yes, Kacchan.” I flicked his forehead. “I won’t do it again, Kacchan.”

“And?” Deku kept fidgeting with his fingers as he looked down. “And?”

“And I will always answer my phone when you call or text me.”

“Good.” I then opened my arms. “Hug.” What happened next I was not expecting. Instead of a simple hug, a certain short boyfriend reminded me he wasn’t weak. He proceeded to pick me up, walk over to the bed, and had me sitting on his lap. “What the hell?”

“You said hug. So, I’m hugging you.”

I felt my face start to burn. “Yeah. But give someone a warning before you lift them out of nowhere.” I tried to push his face away to make him look at me. But it just made his grip tighten. “Nerd!”

“Kacchan.” At that moment it was not Deku normal shy, high pitch voice. It was low and even when he said my name. Which had my burning face even more on fire. I even stopped trying to push his face away. That’s when I realized the position we were in. I wasn’t just sitting on his lap. I had my legs on either side of him, his face was in my chest. It kind of reminded me of some of the things I found online.

As I hugged him, my mind wandered off into doing things. Technically we are together, and my parents did embarrassed me with giving me condoms. At that, I just remembered that I had placed a box in my pocket. Deku just got back home after a long drive. He must be exhausted. There’s no way I would suggest that now. Even though I have thought about it. There’s the fact that we have a date tomorrow. And I haven’t given him one of the presents I brought with me.

“Is something wrong, Kacchan?” Damn it! Why does he sound like that? It didn’t help that when he looked up at me he looked so different. It wasn’t his usual puppy eyes. This was closer to the eyes has when he’s serious about something and isn’t going to let it go until he figures it out. At that, the way those eyes looked at me made my clothes feel suffocating. “Kacchan?”

I then felt his hands slowly go down my back until they rested on my hips. He even pulled back a bit to fully look up at me. Damn it. He went from cute to hot. And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Maybe I could use this chance to tell him about my gift. “I brought something with me. Let me grab it.” He didn’t say a word as he let go of my hips.

And when I got off his lap I suddenly felt cold. I also noticed that my inner thighs hurt. How is that possible? Deku is tiny. So how could sitting on his lap hurt? It wasn’t until I started walking back with bag at hand that I noticed something. I always known he had large hips for his size, but I didn’t take into consideration how big. Not to mention how far back on the bed he was sitting. Maybe my thighs just hurt because of how far I was stretching them when sitting on Izuku’s lap.

When I went back to sitting on his lap, is when I noticed my assumptions were slightly wrong. Deku’s hips and thighs were larger than they look. And as I finally sat there, I saw his face start to turn red. He even was mumbling as he looked to where our hips met. “Izuku.” He instantly tried to hide behind his hands. “Nope. None of that.” I tried to pull his hands apart.

“Oh god. Oh god.” Even his hands started to turn red. Did he just realized the position we were in? Oh fucking god! Don’t tell me he wasn’t thinking when he first sat down for a hug. I couldn’t help suck my teeth. My boyfriend is an idiot.

“Deku.” He looked at me through his fingers. “Take off your shirt off.”

“What?” Next thing I knew I was fighting him to get rid of his stupid shirt. “But why?” I didn’t answer him as I tossed it behind me. I then pulled out what I had in the bag an put it on him. The way Deku at first looked confused before looked at his new shirt was funny. Especially as he smiled before grabbing the collar and bringing it up to sniff the inside. “Isn’t this your favorite shirt, Kacchan?”

“Now it’s yours.” It felt like he was going to break a rib when he suddenly hugged me. “Damn. Where was this strength when I hugged you outside?”

“You caught me by surprised. Especially when your assaulted my face.”

“Keep talking like that and I’m do it again.” That’s when I felt his hands back on my hips. And the face he held left me speechless. He then picked me up and practically threw me on the bed as he got up. “What the fuck?”

I watched as he went over to a bag I did not notice before. It didn’t help that I was enjoying how big my shirt fit him. That’s when I saw Izuku reach into the bag and pulled out that pink hoodie. My pink hoodie. Also known as my boyfriend sweater. Which had my thoughts racing back to the night we masturbated on FaceTime. My clothes quickly became suffocating as I watched Deku returned with the hoodie. And when he sat back on the bed, holding up the hoodie, my face was on fire again. “Kacchan.”

I took my hoodie from my boyfriend and hugged it. Which when I noticed how he was sitting in front of me. At that, it was the same way as when he was masturbating. That alone made the pocket that held the condoms feel strangely heavy. Why did I become highly aware that I had that? Especially when my damn boyfriend looked both extremely cute and hot at the same time. How is that possible?

“Aren’t you going to put it on?” Damn it! He just had to lean forward. Especially since the way my shirt fit on him gave me a clear view to his perfect skin. Oh god. What do I do? Maybe I could do the thing after all. We’re already here and such.

“Let me suck your dick.”

“What!” The way he sat back and covered his red face was so cute.

“You heard me.”

“Yeah. But…” He became a mumble idiot. So, I got up and went over to him. With more effort than I thought, I got him to sit at the edge of the bed. “But my mom is home.”

Oh. Is that really what he was worried about? At that, I couldn’t help smirk. “So what. My parents heard me when we did it over FaceTime.” Here I thought his face couldn’t get any redder. I was so wrong and it was so perfect. I then went about pulling away his damn joggers and boxers. “Well, well. Looks like someone is more excited than he lets on.” I soon got on my knees as I positioned myself between Deku’s legs.

“Kacchan—” I poked the tip of his dick, which it then twitched. The way I watched him look at the door before looking back at me was exciting. “My door isn’t locked.” Before I even got a chance to say anything, he went about getting up and rushing to lock his door. He then came back and sat on his bed. Yet this time he was bitting his lips as he gave me enough space to get as close as possible.

It’s then that my nerves finally caught up to me. This would be my first time doing this. Wow. A lot of my firsts are happening with Izuku and I couldn’t stop feeling giddy about that. Especially when my said boyfriend hand felt good, as I had as much of his dick in my mouth. The way he sounded under my hold was nothing compared to what he sounded that night.

It was a bit of a hassle to remember about the condoms. Especially when I had long removed my pants and was hovering over Deku. “Is something wrong, Kacchan?”

“Give me a moment.” I got off the bed in search for my pants. Once I did, I looked throughout my pockets. “Got it.”

“Kacchan!” Even though he looked surprised, my damn boyfriend had a smile as he was blushing like mad. I don’t know what I enjoyed more. The feel of my boyfriend inside me or the way he grabs my hips with every movement. It also didn’t help the fact that I found myself digging my nails into his back. Or how Izuku would bite all over my chest and collarbone. Before long we were leg snuggling underneath his blankets. “Did I do ok?”

I bit Izuku’s cheek before resting my head back in between his neck and shoulder. “Happy birthday, nerd.”

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spider | lando

summary: you find a spider and ask your super-tough boyfriend to come to kill it for you.

warnings: none unless you're scared of spiders <3

type: oneshot | word count: 603 | ✧ fluff

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“ALBONO IS PULLING A VERSTAPPEN, A VERTSAPPEN”

the giggles that followed even made you laugh as your childish boyfriend continued to play with his friends on twitch while you were stuck laying on his bed reading a boring paragraph from your stupid biology book that you only grew to hate more and more with each word. your eyes kept drifting from the diagrams of the human body to the tv that hung from the wall playing some dumb british reality tv show. becoming more and more engrossed in the drama of someone cheating on their boyfriend with their best friend you find yourself tilting your head your eyes start to focus on a big- what looks to be like a circle crawling from one side of the screen to the other, which is also when you realize that the circle has legs. MULTIPLE LEGS. a gasp followed by a small scream leaves your lips as you watch it pick up its speed for the wall closest to you. jumping out of bed in just your boyfriend's oversized hoodie you run towards the door swearing “oh my god, oh my fucking god, LANDO! BABY!” 

standing in the hallway you catch your breath waiting for him to come to your rescue but when you are still hearing him continue to joke with his friends about how they ruined his lap times by running him off the track, you sprint into his gaming room startling him and confusing him on what got you to look so scared at this time of night.

“what’s wrong” pausing the game you can hear the groans of the group from his black headphones as he gives you his full attention this time, “woah, are you okay?” grabbing his shoulders you push him out of his chair and towards the door and hide behind his back like the spider is right there waiting for you in the dark hallway.

“there’s- uh there’s a big, no HUGE spider in your room.” spinning around he laughs at you and probably how pitiful you look gripping onto his grey sweater like your life depended on it. “no way you’re this scared of probably a tiny baby spider come on.” 

tugging on your hand he pulls your arms from his shoulder to around his waist, causing you both to walk together in sync into the threshold of the bedroom eyes on the lookout for the "little guy". pointing to where you last saw him you are met with lando now screaming “HOLY SHIT HES HUGE” rolling your eyes you now are the one to laugh as he tries to slide behind you out of sight. “no way, I'm dating an absolute child, lando please.” pushing him towards the 8-legged “monster” he jumps on the bed hiding face first in the blue comforter.

“baby, now I don’t know how to tell you this but I am absolutely not getting near that thing” 

“lando, what’s the point of dating you if you don’t kill spiders for me? huh?”

“there are lots of benefits to dating me you were just saying last night that you like when my tong-“

“NORRIS”

“FINE FINE” gulping he gets up from the bed with the same biology textbook you were reading just 5 minutes before in his hand, tiptoeing up to the scary spider before slamming it against the wall and screaming like he was the one who just got hit by the at least 15 pounds of paper before making a b-line for the door and back to his gaming room leaving you to clean up the mess.

“you’re useless lando.”

-

very very short i know just something to get the cobwebs out!! if there's anything you wanna see please let me know!

[dr4kenlvr]

beauty in every way

pairing: mikey sano, mitsuya takashi x fem!reader

genre/wc: fluff (0.5k)

request: tokrev headcanons - their reactions to their s/o changing her style in clothing? like she usually wears pants but suddenly wears a dress or skirt? if it’s with mikey, mitsuya and any other characters of your choice that would be great! thank you!

MIKEY:

mikey himself, doesn't really pay attention to fashion

it's never been something he was super keen on perfecting, he'll just throw on a sweater and any clean pair of pants he can find and call it a day

he knew you also had the same preference as him: shirt, pants, sweats, jeans, maybe tights?

either way, he's wrong

today you and mikey were going to hang out for the first time in a while! you've been busy lately and finally got a free day, of course you were going to spend it with him

he opted to pick you up himself at your home- he's waiting for you outside on his bike

he hears the door close and lock as you click your way down the steps to him

"hey mikey!"

"hey-" oh. you're wearing a dress? a really cute one at that.

he leans back to take in your new look: really cute indeed

"you look so pretty," he whispers almost astonishingly, "when did you get this dress?"

you explain you wanted to try something new and bought it a few weeks ago, wanting to keep it a secret from him as a little surprise

"you've never seen me in clothes like this, so i thought it'd be nice"

"it was very nice y/n," he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, "now hop on! i missed you so much."

MITSUYA:

you're on your way to mitsuya's house for the 3rd time this week- you go there often since he and his mother told you you're welcome whenever

plus, it's always nice to spend time with your boyfriend and his two adorable sisters, you could never get bored of them

usually whenever you head over, you'd throw on the first thing you see and it'd usually be a hoodie, a baggy tee, some sweats or maybe even shorts

today wasn't the usual- you felt like dressing up a little!

so instead, you hopped into a skirt you've always wanted to wear

it was the perfect length of your preference, you felt so beautiful

entering his home, you hear him call out to you from his room (and his sisters cheer upon your arrival)

"hey takashi, i'm here," you peek your head into the door to see your boyfriend concentrating on a new garment, measuring tape in his hands and a needle positioned between his teeth

luna looks up from her toys at you and gasps, making mana look up too

"you look like a princess y/n !!" "wow, taka look look! your girlfriend is so pretty."

mitsuya's ears perk up at the loud noise, before he turns around in his chair to see what they were referring to

and wow, you really did look like a princess

he makes his way over to you, "you look amazing, it's a nice change y/n."

god, these three are the sweetest family i love the mitsuyas so fucking much

he kisses you sweetly on the lips, ushering you over to sit next to him

"this next piece is for you then, my love" he smiles at you

his new garment was a pleated skirt <3

taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @faetarou @kazuhoya @eriskaitto @bajichiro (send an ask or dm to be added!) <3

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[sanzusbestie]

Bonten seeing their cute and small s/o with their sweater running past her finggers.(•̀ᴗ•́)و

♡ Bonten men when their small s/0 wears their clothes ♡

Pairings : Haitani Rindou x gn!reader, Akashi Takeomi x gn!reader, Sanzu Haruchiyo x gn!reader, Haitani Ran x gn!reader, Kokonoi Hajime x gn!reader

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : Slightly suggestive at Takeomi's, Ran's and Koko's parts

A/n : Thank you for requesting and have a nice day ♡

"Oh ! How I wish I had a boyfriend who would lend me his jacket !"

You and Rindou have been dating for a few weeks now

You both were out to eat and it was getting cold

"I told you to bring a jacket dumbass."

"That's mean Rin-Rin !"

"Shh ! Oh my god don't scream that in the streets !"

"What ? Rin-Rin ?"

You already knew what button to push to get on his nerves lol

"Here, just take it."

He gave you his jacket, he actually was planing on lending it to you before you asked

Because, unlike how he acts in front of the others, he does love you and care about you

They.look.so.fucking.cute

That's what he was thinking

Your little head ? The tip of your fingers ?

Chef kiss

And you knew

"How do I look, Rin-Rin ?"

"You look stupid," he said as he reached for your hand.

🗿🗿🗿

"Nice outfit," he said as he nodded in your direction

Did he not realize ?

"Wait !"

Ah, he did

"Isn't this my hoodie ?"

"It is indeed."

He looked at you up and down

He couldn't even see your fingers, and what stood out the most were your legs

He absolutely loved your legs

"And you're going out dressed like this ? With only my hoodie on ?"

"Yes ? It looks good with my new shoes. Do you know fashion ? Probably not. You're getting old babe."

Ignoring what you just said, he looked back at your legs

"When do you have to go ?"

"In like 15 min, why ?"

He s m i r k e d

"Alright, so that means we have some time

He didn't let you get the chance to ask any question and brought you to your shared room

Takeomi wouldn't take the hoodie off of you.

Being Bonten n°2 takes him a lot of his time

And you tried not to let it bother you, but you missed your lover

He knew it that's why when he had some time for himself, he'd spend it until the last second with you

And tonight was supposed to be that kind of night

He told you he'd order food so you wouldn't waste anytime cooking

You were so so so excited

But when you heard your phone ringing and saw his name you knew what was going to follow

He apologized, told you he couldn't make it, apologized again, promised you he would make up for it, apologized again

You wanted to cry but you didn't want him to hear so you waited for the call to end

When Haruchiyo came back, he found you asleep on your bed, wearing one of his hoodie and, with one of your hand, you brought one of his shirts to your face to have more of his smell

He could see your cheeks still damp

He always loved seeing you wearing his clothes

But seeing you so tiny in them that night broke his heart

He showered, put on his pyjamas and before hugging you from behind, he texted someone

He couldn't wait for you to wake up tomorrow and see him by your side

Because the person he texted was Mikey

He told him he'd take a day off

He didn't ask him, he told him.

He's used to see you wearing his clothes

Shirt, hoodie, jacket, everything

But it doesn't mean that his heart stop beating like crazy each time you do

He's your number one fan

It always makes him so happy

And he absolutely always takes pictures of you

"You're really tall, Ran."

"Aren't you just too small ? I can't even see you with this sweater on, he said as he held you from behind

There was just something about you smelling like him but you still had your smell too

It was simply heavenly

Especially when he'd woke up to see you wearing only his shirt after a very heated night.

"How does it feel to be a thief ? And I thought I was the bag guy in this relationship."

He carried you to make you sit on the table

"What ? You want your heart back ?"

"Oh my god, Y/n, that was so bad !"

"You started this !"

"I didn't ! I was talking about my shirt !"

"Oh."

You kinda forgot you still had it on

You were wearing it because you saw some outfit inspo on tiktok and you wanted to try it

And it included an oversize white shirt with long sleeves

"Do you like it ?"

"Mhm."

He leaned closer

"But I don't know if you look cute or fucking hot," he whispered as he hand slowly made its way up your thigh to unbutton your pants

"Oh yeah ?"

"Yeah."

"But Hajime, there's something else I need to tell you before your hand reach my pocket."

"Huh ?"

"I did stole something from you. Your wallet."

"Please don't ruin the mood with an other pickup line."

"Who said it was a pickup line ?"

💀

♡

Taglist : @erishaitto

[sewerratzz]

ILYTTTT !!!!!

Jason sat on his bed, legs crossed as he hunched in on himself. It was winter break, cold as shit and snowing outside. Thankfully not a storm or blizzard, but it was windy and it was snowing a lot. He was shivering, even though he was wearing his warmest pj pants and a blanket hoodie, and had the heater going in his room.

Because it was winter break, on a Tuesday, Jason was home alone, both his moms at work. The day before, he and Richie had been texting and planned to hang out the next day. Richie’s uncle still had work too, so Richie would have to walk. Upon seeing the snow and feeling the temperature when he got up that day, Jason took out a blanket and one of Richie’s favourite sweaters of his for him. They were sitting in front of the heater so they could warm up before Richie got there.

He glanced at his phone to check the time, then heard a knock on the front door. Jason uncurled himself and got off his bed, pausing the video game playthrough he was watching. He picked up the sweater and blanket on his way out of the room and rushed down the stairs, not wanting to leave Richie outside for longer than he had to.

When Jason opened the door, Richie looked at him and smiled, and Jason was taken aback. He wasn’t wearing a coat, and he was wearing fucking shorts.

“Dude, what the fuck- are you okay?? Come in, oh my god-“ Jason grabbed Richie’s hand and pulled him inside, shutting the door quickly. “I have a blanket and sweater for you, why are you wearing shorts??”

His brain was running quickly, utterly confused by how Richie wasn’t freezing to death. He knew some people handled the cold better than him, but this was insane.

Richie wiped his winter boots— at least he was wearing boots —on the mat, then took them off. He looked back at Jason and shrugged.

“Eh, I’m fine. I am wearing layers, y’know.” He gestured to his torso, on which he was wearing one long sleeve shirt with a t-shirt over it. Even less layers than Jason had frequently seen him in.

“God, you’re crazy.” Jason, still holding the extra blanket and sweater, took Richie’s hand and pulled him along as he went back upstairs to the comfort of his room.

Richie closed the door behind him as Jason dropped the things he was holding on the edge of the bed and climbed into it. He pulled his blanket over his legs, then pointed to the dresser next to Richie.

“Dry your hair off, it’s full of snow.”

Richie looked over and picked up a folded towel, then bent over to aggressively rub the towel in his hair. After a few seconds, he stood back up and hung the towel on the back of the door. Jason chuckled at him, his hair now frizzy and going every which way. Richie walked over to the bed, gently fanning himself with his hand.

“It’s like a sauna in here, Jace.”

“Shut the hell up,” Jason glared at him and Richie smiled, getting on the bed next to him. Jason scooted over to give him more room and Richie got his legs under the blanket as well. Grabbing the controller, Jason exited Youtube and went to Netflix, then handed it over to Richie. He took it and put on a Studio Ghibli movie, Princess Mononoke, then opened his arms.

Jason quickly cuddled into him, seeking body warmth. And hey, he liked to cuddle with his boyfriend. He took a few moments to shift around, getting comfortable as Richie wrapped his arm around him. Once they were both comfy, Jason sighed happily, resting his head back against Richie’s shoulder. Richie gave him a gentle kiss on the head and he smiled.

“Love you, Jace.”

“Yeah, I love you too.”

hey. psst.

i have more angst🫢

YEEES.... M

[boydiisaster]

Can I’m have the demon brother x male reader who absolutely loves cute things and use cute clothes and have a bunny plushie with him all the time headcanons please

my cute human boyfriend

reader: male, he/him pronouns (dni with this work if you're fem aligned)

tw/cw: cussing

author's note: i love this request, thank you so much anon!! i'm personally a boy who loves a lot of cute things, so this makes me unbelievably happy :D

lucifer

❥ Doesn't outwardly say it, but he loves how the two of you have directly opposite aesthetics. It makes him chuckle sometimes. You don't see this tall, elegantly dressed demon and think "Oh yeah, he definitely has a boyfriend that wears nothing but soft pastels everyday."

❥ He's not one for shopping 24/7, but when Lucifer is out he'll always keep an eye open for things he thinks you might like. Big, fluffy plush toys, maybe a nice pink sweater.

❥ At first he thought it was a bit odd that you carried around a tiny stuffed rabbit everywhere you went, but he grew fond on seeing you two together. It reassured him that you were never alone while he was away :D

❥ However please stop leaving your plushies behind in his room. They're covering his bed, MC, and they're all staring at him menacingly.

mammon

❥ Mammon calls you a big baby whenever he sees you carrying around a stuffed animal because he likes teasing you, however if anyone else does it he'll pummel their asses without hesitation. Only he gets to make pretend fun at his boyfriend, no one else >:/

❥ He's always so embarrassed whenever he goes out shopping and ends up looking at something he thinks you'd like and buys it. He ends up leaving it in his room for like a week before he finally gets the courage to give it to you, and even then he just kinda shoves it in your face and goes "here, take it, your birthday's coming up so consider this your present."

❥ "My birthday's not for another month-"

❥ "Shut up and take the damn stuffed chicken."

leviathan

❥ Levi shops online for clothes he thinks you'd like. A cute pastel sweatshirt with a character you like printed on the front, maybe even a few skirts to go with it if you enjoy wearing them.

❥ He sometimes gets jealous of the plushie you always carry around as well because "I wanna be held all the time by you too, MC," but he'd never outwardly admit that. It would cause him to explode if you ever found out.

❥ ... You eventually found out though and he was soon packing his bags.

❥ "This is so embarrassing. I'm gonna curl up on the forest floor and hope the moss reclaims me."

❥ Levi is notorious for stealing your sweaters, hoodies and sweatshirts. It doesn't matter if your bigger than him or smaller than him, he still takes them just to have a piece of you around with him at all times.

❥ Levi just really misses his boyfriend when he's not around :(

satan

❥ He's not one for fashion, but somehow he always finds you the cutest earrings and shoes to match your outfits. You don't know how. You suppose his gift will always remain a mystery.

❥ Half of his vocabulary now is just: "Hey MC, look at these cute accessories I found!"

❥ With your boyfriend's help you now have a gummy bear necklace, a striped rainbow sweater, a pair of cherry earrings, some bright yellow boots, and matching sunflower bracelets which you two wear every day.

❥ I like to think Satan is good at sewing and needlework in general, so whenever one of your plushies gets a hole in them he'll sew them right back up <3

asmodeus

❥ Oh my god this man-

❥ "MC look!" "MC what about this one?" "MC do you like fishnets? I got some adorable ones that will match your shirt!" "MC do you wanna go shopping?... I know it's the middle of the night but who cares?"

❥ Asmo steals your clothes. It doesn't matter if you're any bigger than him or not, he still takes your cutest hoodies and hides them from you when you ask where they are.

❥ He loves designing clothes specifically for you, but his favorite thing is finding you bags that match with your plushies. That way, when you put them inside and take them with you out on the road, their color schemes won't clash with each other :)

beelzebub

❥ This one isn't too outside of the box, but Beel buys you food themed stuffed animals. So far he's gotten you a giant hamburger plushie, (which he's tried to take a bite out of once or twice before), a chicken leg with a cutesy face on it, a slice of apple pie, and a god damn baguette pillow with a smiley face.

❥ You love them though, just as much as you love your boyfriend.

❥ He's not good at shopping, but he never fails to trot along beside you when you want to go. He's a sweetheart, and he most definitely will hold all his adorable boyfriend's bags filled with bright, pastel clothes.

belphegor

❥ I don't care what anyone says, Belphegor was once apart of the goth subculture and I will take that headcanon to my grave.

❥ Anyways following this headcanon, he finds it adorable how his boyfriend is the exact opposite of what his aesthetic used to be. Kind of like how Lucifer does, (but don't tell him I said that.)

❥ He still has coffin plushes littered around him and Beel's room so he gave you one, which you then turned into a bag just for him. You have a matching white one.

❥ Belphegor almost cried because "Oh my god my boyfriend is so fucking cute."

❥ Much like his twin, Belphie doesn't really buy you clothes. He just follows you around the mall and holds a few of your bags if you ask him to. However he does suggest accessories to match your outfits.

❥ "Here, I think these sucker earrings would look cuter with your vest," and he clipped them on your ears for you. Not before giving you a kiss on the cheek though, of course.

[butwhyduh]

How do you think the batfam would react if they found that Dick's health was seriously deteriorating due to overwork, but Dick was hiding it because he wanted to continue helping the family with the cases?

Warning: bleeding mentioned

Dick gasped as the knife sliced his side like butter. No time to assess it now. He did a spinning kick that landed on the guys face and he went down.

Dick’s phone rang. Shit, your date. He had been working so much that he wasn’t exactly a great boyfriend at the moment and was trying to make up that. He tried to stop working so much but Damian and Bruce were fighting and Tim needed help with a case and Jason needed dating advice. That’s why Dick was so tired. That’s why he got hurt.

Dick grabbed a gauze from his pack and taped it to his side tightly. That should stop the bleeding. He could go on the date and then sew himself up in your bathroom with his emergency kit. No lidocaine but he could handle it probably.

Dick showed up at your door with a sweater over his shirt with a pair of blue jeans he quickly threw on.

“Hey,” you said giving Dick a hug. He held a groan as your arm touched his side. Fuck that hurt. “I thought we could go for a walk at the pier and get some street food.”

“Oh,” Dick said. That’s usually a great date. Moving that much while actively bleeding was a bad idea. “We can. I thought we could go see that movie you wanted to watch instead.”

“Oh sure, that sounds good,” you said with a grin. You grabbed your keys. “Do you want to catch the train?”

Parking was a nightmare but so was running to the train and slowly bleeding underground. Not to mention possibly catching some random infection.

“I’ll drive,” Dick answered as bright as he could. Half an hour later he was mentally cursing everything as he tried to find a place to park only to have to walk half a mile to the theatre.

“Dick are you okay? You look pale,” you asked.

I’m fairly certain I’m bleeding out but let’s finish the date first, Dick thought. “I’m fine. Just need some water and probably a nap,” he said with a little laugh that made his eyes water.

“You go find the seats and I’ll get you a drink and snack. Go relax,” you said watching him worried. Dick nodded and forced himself to not walk as if every breath was painful. Was he bleeding through the bandage? He didn’t bring another. Bad plan. If he wasn’t in pain he would have planned for that.

He strategically planned for you to sit on his bad side after much thought. You always sat on that side and though you were more likely to touch it than a stranger, you were less likely to hit him over a stranger.

He sat in a low row. Usually you both sat far up in the back, just in case kissing was on the menu but the idea of going up more stairs was horrifying to Dick. You found him and he could see a little worried look on his face but you didn’t mention it.

The movie started and you shared popcorn and a drink with him and Dick was certain he could survive this. He checked once during a fight scene that yeah, he was bleeding through his bandage. Thank goodness the hoodie he wore was black.

You turned and kissed him softly and tried to lean on his shoulder. And before Dick could think of anything to say, you moved the armrest and leaned against his side. He gasped loudly and you pulled back quickly. You looked down at the dark color on your fingers.

“Is that blood,” you whispered, confused.

“No,” Dick answered a little too quickly.

“God, are you bleeding,” you asked looking at him. He was sweaty and breathing heavily and pale as sheet. “Dick, are you bleeding badly?”

“I’ll be fine,” he insisted.

“Oh god. You’re bleeding a lot,” you said starting to panic a little.

“I’ll be fine. But can we go home? I’m sorry to ruin the movie,” Dick insisted.

“The movie? I don’t care about that! Come on,” you whispered furiously. You helped Dick stand up and you started walking out the theatre. He looked awful. The kid working at the theatre looked at you both confused.

“Stomach bug,” you said as you both walked out to the street. Dick could feel himself grow lightheaded but he tried to power on to the car. If he could get there then he’d be fine.

Instead Dick passed out just away from where anyone from the theatre could see. You barely was able to lower him to the ground safely. “Dick!” You gasped. You pulled out his phone and called the first brother’s phone number you can find.

“What up Dickwad, little busy.”

“Jason,” you breathed and he sat up quickly at your tone. “Dick is bleeding and he passed out and I don’t know what to do,” you said worried.

“I’m on the way. Put pressure on it until I get there,” he said jumping up and running out the door. It was only a few more minutes until he arrived. You couldn’t help but think how vulnerable you both were on the street in Gotham.

“He really did himself in,” Jason said as he pulled up the sweater to look at the blood blooming through the bandage. Jason tapped another layer on top of the old. “We’ll fix it at my place. I live nearby,” he said carrying Dick to the car and placing him in the back. You climbed in with him to keep pressure on his wound.

Dick woke up 3 hours later with an IV in his arm on a cold leather couch. You sat on the coffee table with his hand in yours.

“Dickie?” You asked when you noticed.

“Hey,” he breathed. “What happened?”

“What happened was that you lost a fourth of your blood and almost gave your girlfriend a heart attack,” Jason answered standing by the couch with his arms crossed. “You were lucky I keep O positive in the fridge.”

“For bleeding or drinking?” Dick quipped tiredly. You both smiled at him.

“Either,” Jason answered. “Just don’t fucking do that again. I thought you died, Dick.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that one.”

“Dickie, we should have just stayed home. Why didn’t you tell me? You could have died,” you said and your tone made Dick wince.

“I didn’t want to ruin the date. I hadn’t taken you anywhere recently and I didn’t want to be a bad boyfriend,” Dick answered.

“Jesus, I think she’d be more mad if you died.”

“Thanks Jason. I’ve got it,” you said. Jason put up his hands in defeat and walked in the kitchen. “Dick I want you. Not a date or a movie or anything like that. I want to spend time with you and preferably not when you are bleeding to death. Don’t ever do anything like that again.”

“Okay,” he answered with a nod. His eyes kept closing and you could tell he was going to sleep more soon. “Can’t believe you admitted you want me. What a nerd.”

“Dick.”

[kissbentennyson]

I have no idea if you'd do this but I need a nega ben x reader. He's my favorite out of the alternates. A softer one shot would be nice but whatever you're feeling is good too! I'll take any content I can get!

*Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica begins to play* Yeah me too.

Nega Ben x Reader | reader uses they/them pronouns, but dresses femininely.

Spill

He’d been waiting all day, and I mean, all day. Classes always seemed to drag on and on longer when he wanted something, and sure, he could have skipped. But that would have taken too much effort not to get caught. He isn’t afraid of the cops or the school administration… But dealing with his parents? Yeah, no. Not worth it. He’d b-lined it across Bellwood, all the way to the “café” he frequented. Truthfully, it wasn't much of a café seeing as how they specialize in more smoothie like drinks, but whatever. It has been rather crowded, too crowded, and everyone just wanted to get in then out.

He should have expected to bump or get bumped into someone, but it didn’t dawn on him until his espresso smoothie was all over your bright pink, fuzzy sweater. Both of you stood there with slack jaws and wide eyes as the brown liquid dripped from your chest and down onto an equally as pink lolita-esque skirt. It looked expensive, not in a daddy's money way, in a “I saved up to buy this” way. And so, he was prepared for hell.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”

When it left you, Ben was confused. “Gosh, I should have been looking where I was going… But I was too distracted. Ugh, I-” You were flustered , more than actually, embarrassed is the correct word. “Um… Give me a second and I'll buy you a new one…”

“What?”

Watching as you tried to pat away the coffee with one of the recycled paper napkins the café gives out, a million thoughts passed through him. Of course he took the offer, he wanted that coffee. The line was a lot shorter this time around, and got by a lot quicker too. You ordered for him as he zoned out suddenly looking over your shoulder at him. “What?” He asks, watching you get even more flustered. “I just asked if you wanted anything else. Do you?” “Oh, uh, yeah.” he clears his throat, raising his voice. “The kale chips.”

You both walked out together, your head was down and you watched your shoes as you walked. “Again, I’m really sorry.” He glances at you with a slight side eye as he sips on the coffee, this was the gazillionth time you’ve apologized in just the last few minutes. “It’s… whatever.” He lets out a quick and breathy chuckle. “You apologize to me, but I ruined your sweater.” All of the sudden, your embarrassment seemed non-existent. A light and bubbly laugh leaving you. “Ruined? Oh, trust me, I’ll be just fine. I've dealt with worse.”

“Anyways! I have to get home and change, It was nice meeting you!”

-

The lunch room was beyond packed, packed like the reunion tour of a popular punk band from the 2000's. The doors and tables overflow with hungry and impatient mouths. You had managed to get in before the rush and snag a serving of less than okay school food, but by the time you got out of line, they had all flooded in. People had no concern for others around them, pushing and shoving like toddlers over toys, and you were getting the brunt of it. Not actually, but it sure felt like it.

You were halfway across the room and were looking around the tables for a free space- but it was too late for that already. A body slams into yours hard, you hit the ground as your food falls and splatters all of the chest of the sweater you had just gotten the coffee stain out of. Feet come down around you as you struggle to get up, the other person now looming over you. “Could you have watched where you were going!?” This whole situation was not intentional, but they had no right to get angry at you for that.

You felt the tips of your ears heat, unable to answer. Her eyes bore down on you as she sways with every passing body bumping into her. Suddenly, you feel a hand grab the back of your sweater and pull you from the ground, as if they were scruffing a cat. “Or, maybe you could stop play fighting with your friends in the cafeteria, like a bitch.” Her jaw drops and her freckled face goes red with embarrassment, obviously on the fact that she can't pawn her mistake off on someone else this time. The voice was rather monotone- in a way- compared to the words spoken. And rather familiar.

When you look up it’s the guy from the café, his neutral expression was a thin vale to hide his irritation- at least to you. His hand still had a grip on the back of your shirt, it was a firm hold, and it made you just a tad bit nervous. You swallow as the person swallows her embarrassment, rolling her eyes desperately to try and hide. “Whatever freak, sorry…” she turns and disappears into the crowd. You watch her do so, completely shocked at the situation at hand. Your lips part to say something, but his grip on your sweater releases, being replaced by an arm around your shoulder. Suddenly, you’re being dragged through the crowd and towards the cafeteria door.

He walks you out into the hallway, which is mostly empty at this point. “Thank you.” you choke out through the lump in your throat. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps walking with you- and you aren’t in any position to object.

Eventually you reach the stairs. Under it is a mostly empty black backpack, and there’s a light reflection of gold from inside. The weight of his arm leaves your shoulders and he walks ahead, sliding under the stairs and sitting with his back to an old AC unit. You hesitate for a moment, you’ve only met this guy one other time… maybe you should just wait…… nah.

Sliding under the stairs right after him, you sit straight across from the guy. He’s already looked away. “I think we have third period together. Your name is Ben, right?” His phone is already out, and he’s scrolling through it. “Well I'm…” you give him your name, and all he does is look up at you with a nod before going back to his phone. The volume is low, but there are noises coming from it, ones you recognize. “Is that the Sumo Slammers mobile game?” There was no judgement in your voice at all, and suddenly the losing end sound plays.

The corners of his mouth twitch. “Yeah?” “My little brother is obsessed with that series. He says that the mobile game isn’t that good, but he still played it to the end.” He let out a little huff like laugh through his nose, pressing the power button and finally giving you his full attention. “Yeah, maybe the old one wasn't that good, but this one is a new release- Doesn’t even have dubbed lines yet.” He clears his throat, slouching a bit as his hands slide into his pockets. “Actually, it’s not fully released in the states yet. I got pre access to the game.” He watches you smile, and suddenly there's a slight tense feeling in his chest.

“That’s really cool, are you a beta tester or something?” He shrugs. “No, and it’s whatever.” He glances away, gaze holding on the wall. “Well I think it’s really cool, especially since it's a series you like.” “How do you know that?” His gaze snaps back to you, suddenly defensive. “Your backpack is open and the sun is reflecting off of the cold backing of the trading cards.” You lazily point to the stairs above you, and there is the reflected image of the symbol on the cards. “Those are the collectors additions, from japan. I know because I’ve been looking for that exact deck for my brother.”

You watch as his cheeks dust a light pink color, lightly nudging his bag so it falls over. He starts avoiding eye contact, leaning back fully against the old AC unit. “Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be cleaning up your sweater?” You lean back against the stairs. “Yeah, maybe. But I think you’re kinda cool, and I’d like to stay.”

It was rather silent the rest of lunch, when you tried to hold a conversation- he would end it with short answers that gave you nothing to build off of. The bell rings above you like the screech of an angered bird. You both get up, him raising from the floor before you. You brush the dirt off of the back of your thighs, the light sound of unzipping catching your attention. You watch as the zipper of his hoodie comes down as he pulls it. Yanking it off of his shoulders, revealing the greenish-grey long sleeve he had under it.

“Here. Even if you get the food off, it’ll still stain.” He hands you the coat, slinging his backpack over one shoulder, the already open flap lolling open even more. “Oh, thank you, I don’t know what to sa-” “Don’t. Don’t say anything. This never happened.” He walks past you and into the crowd of students, with his head down.

You watch as he does so, eventually looking back down at the hoodie in hand. You feel your face just slightly twinge with heat. “Yeah… Alright.” You say under your breath as you rush off to the nearest bathroom to scrub the food scum from your sweater.

-

It was a game day.

Not that he kept track of that, he had never been into football. Once upon a time he played soccer, but after he got the Negatrix any hopes of that former love returning was gone. Ben knew it was game day because his cousin was in her cheerleading outfit- and it was no were near time for cheer competitions. Her makeup was done and her strawberry blonde hair was pulled up, and she sat in the front seat of her boyfriend's car chatting to said boyfriend about the routines she had to do.

Ben sat in the back, as he always did, waiting for the drive to be over. It came soon enough as the car pulled into the drop off area in front of the school, slowing to a stop. Neither Tennyson waited for it to fully stop before opening their doors. He got out, closing it with a slam and without a thank you. Gwen still leaning in and talking. The chatter of the hoard of tired teenagers flocking into the building almost drowned out the shouting of his name.

Almost.

He groans, looking over his shoulder, spotting the mass of pastels jogging towards him with something in their arms. “I’m so glad I got here on time! They were packed this morning- and I thought I'd be late- but I made it.” In your arms is his hoodie and an espresso smoothie. You hand him your gifts with a large smile. “I um, washed the jacket for you. Thanks again.” The bell rings and you give a quick wave before pushing into the school building yourself.

His jaw hangs slack, looking down at his freshly cleaned jacket- lint free, folded, and still warm- and the smoothie. When he moves there's a light cracking from inside the jacket, like the sound of a chip bag. He pulls back one of the folds and there is a bag of kale chips, stuck to it is a yellow sticky note written on with a pink gel pen. A phone number with “See you at lunch.”

“Who was that?” Ben looks over at his cousin, an impressed smirk on her lips.

“You’re getting mileage out of this, huh?” “Soooo much.”