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satorusugurugurl · 6 months ago

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Can u pls do jjk men fic w a chubby reader where the boys like her but they think he wouldn’t go for her cuz she’s a lil extra thicc.

(Maybe other jealous ppl tell her that too n make her insecure) and then the boys find out and confess n stuff (and spice too maybe) :3

JJK Men: You’re Beautiful!

Summary: JJK Men react to someone making you feel insecure about your body.

Characters: Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna (Roommate AU), Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Chubby!AFAB!Reader

Warnings: making out, public smexy stuff, dry humping feeling up, body worship, language, fatphobia, body shaming, weight insecurities, Word

Count: 9K

A/N: Sorry for the lack of content! I wanted to finish this fic, and I have two others that are almost done, but your girl kept passing out in the middle of editing this! I hope you enjoy it!!

Choso Kamo:

“Snacks?”

“Check.”

“Water?”

“Check!”

“Picnic blanket?”

There was a pause on the other line of the phone. “Shit!” Choso yelled as you watched him turn back towards his house. “I knew I was forgetting something.” You bit down on your lip, kicking your feet as he turned his pretty eyes on you. The second your eyes made contact, you felt your cheeks flush as he smiled softly.

You felt your cheeks flush under his gaze as he turned and went back inside his apartment. You fell harder for your best friend when he smiled at you like that. The man you sat next to in art class who was quiet and kept to himself. Sitting there despite your friend's pleas for you not to had been the best decision of your entire life. Choso was amazing! He was sweet and talented, and he had a huge heart.

He loved his brothers and took amazing care of them, and God, he was so sweet. Plus, he was like the hottest guy you’d ever seen. God, you had it down for him, but you didn't dare tell him how you felt—not yet.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Choso said as he walked to his car.

“N-Nothing!”

“There is because you haven't shown me your outfit.”

You perked up, grinning as you propped the phone on your vanity, standing far enough to show Choso your outfit. “I'm wearing a crop top and shorts!” you grinned, twirling around, showing off your thick, curvy body that you loved. What do you think?” When you glanced at the phone, you nearly tripped as you saw Choso smiling dreamily at you, his chin resting on his steering wheel as he stared.

“You look cute.” He said in an almost hushed tone that had your heart racing. “Alright, I’m on my way. I’ll be there soon.”

“Sounds good. Please be safe while driving over here.”

“I always am.”

The second line disconnected, and you shoved your face into the corner and kicked your feet. He was so cute, and he said you were adorable! This was the best day ever, and he hadn’t even picked you up yet. Your eagerness had you rushing out of your room into the living room, where you found your roommate sitting. She was watching television, and as soon as she heard your entrance, she glanced up, eyes wide as she did a double takeover of your outfit.

You looked smoking hot. Your boobs were perfectly fitted in the tight crop top. At the same time, the curve of your ass would have men howling at it like those old-timey cartoons. Your hair was styled perfectly, and your light makeup was done. You were a stunning sight. But it wasn’t just your beauty that had your roommate seething with jealousy. It was your confidence and your giddy attitude over the fact that Choso Kamo was taking you out.

“Where are you off to?”

“Oh, Choso is taking me to the park! They’re having a movie night there, so we got tons of snacks, and we’re just going to watch a movie and talk under the stars.” The dreamily lovey-dovey look in your eyes made you already jealous of your roommate.

“You're going out like that?”

Her words had you stopping in your tracks as you glanced down at yourself. “Yeah—? Why do I have a hole in my pants or something?” You glance back at your pants.

“No, it's just—you’re going to be wearing a crop top in public with Choso?”

“I always wear crop tops.”

Your roommate could see the hesitation in your eyes at her words. “Yeah, but that’s normally when we’re with our other friends. You know friends who are thick like you. You’ll be sitting on a blanket next to Choso, who looks like an artisan carved him out of marble.” You swallowed, poking at your cute tummy. “I just wouldn't want you to be embarrassed; you are a little extra thick.” She stood up, carrying her past you and moving towards the kitchen. “You aren’t trying to impress him by wearing something like that, right?”

You had been trying to impress him. You picked out your cutest and the shorts that looked great on you. This was the outfit you always wore when you needed a confidence boost.

“Oh—you were trying to impress him, weren’t you?” You swallowed hard at your suddenly dry throat. “Oh honey, you’re too thick for him. Could you imagine being on top of him?” She shook her head as she threw her bowl in the sink. “If you want to impress him, maybe pick up on my workout regiment?”

Her words left you feeling stunned as you scoffed. “That was fucking rude.” You snapped, eyebrows throwing together as you glared. “Choso said my outfit looked cute. And you might be insecure with your body, but I love mine.” Your roommate rolled her eyes as she grabbed her keys off the counter, heading for the door.

“Cute as in a sisterly way, probably.”

As the door to your shared department behind her, you resisted the urge to throw her mother’s face at the door. Ever since you and Choso had grown closer together, your roommate, who was a friendly acquaintance, had turned into a mythic bitch. She was constantly jabbing you about your weight and what you wore. It might be time for you to start looking for a new roommate or somewhere else to live. She had just to be jealous, which shouldn’t affect you.

But it did.

As you glanced at the mirror, you suddenly felt overly exposed. She was right; Choso had a nice build, and you were curvy and thick. Those toxic, cruel words had you reaching into the closet, slipping on a hoodie over your shorts before you headed downstairs to wait for Choso to arrive.

The second he pulled up in front of your dorm, the passenger-side window rolled down. “Hey cutie, ready fo—” Choso frowned eyeing the hoodie as you got in the front seat. “Uhm, what happened to the crop top and shorts?” He prodded as he pulled onto the main road, heading for the park.

“Uhm—I got cold.”

“It’s eighty degrees.”

“Yeah? So?”

Choso sighed, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he focused on the road. “You know I hate it when you lie to me.” That stung like a lash from a whip.

“I’m not lying.” You sighed out, tilting your head back.

“Ha, you honestly think I’m buying that? I know you. And I know when you’re cold because you’re normally on top of me, trying to steal my body heat. So you aren’t cold.” It was almost annoying that he knew you so well. But at the same time, you were thankful that he did. Slowly turning your head, you could see him glancing at you every few seconds while he maintained a vigilant gaze on the road. “So, are you going to come up with another shitty lie? Or are you gonna tell me why you’re wearing a hoodie over the outfit you were so excited to show me.”

You groaned, scrubbing your hands down your face before turning in your seat. “Has anyone told you that it’s annoying how observant you are?” The remark only had your crush smiling. “Fine, fine, uhm—” you rubbed your neck, “my roommate made some pretty nasty comments, so I wasn’t feeling as confident in it.”

Anger tagged at the features of Choso’s face. “What?!” He snapped, turning his gaze back on you.

“Yeah, it’s pretty shocking, to say the least. She said lots of stuff. Mostly along the lines that I was too thick to be wearing what I was.” Those words rang in your ears. “She asked if I was trying to impress you, and when I said I was, she said I was too thick for you. And I snapped back, telling her you said my outfit was cute.” The blinker clicked several times. It chose to pull off the main road and down a dark alley. “And then she said that it was most likely in a brotherly way. Which I knew it was bullshit because we’re friends and you were just hyping me up.”

“No, " the car stopped completely. You’re both wrong.”

When you turned your attention back on Choso, he unbuckled his seatbelt. “I-I was wrong?” you squeaked as he learned over the console. His thick, long fingers grabbed both sides of your face.

“Yeah, I meant it in an I have the biggest fucking crush on you, and I want to kiss the hell out of you kind of way.”

You breathed heavily as he brushed his nose against yours, closing the distance between you. “W-What a coincidence, I have the biggest crush on you too.” He hummed stray dark strands of hair, tickling your cheek. “A-And I would love to kiss you.” You were suddenly yanked forward, Choso’s lips on yours as he kissed you like you had never been kissed before.

You melted, and the sweet taste of mint flooded your mouth as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip. With a soft moan, you opened your mouth for him, shaking as his hands reached around you, grabbing the back of your head, forcing your lips harder against his as he deepened the kiss. His tongue moved feverishly against yours as he pulled you tight against his chest.

“M-mm!” You moaned, digging your fingers into his shirt, reciprocating the want that he had shown you.

Choso broke the kiss, first panting heavily as he glared at your hoodie as if it had insulted one of his brothers. “Take this off; I wanna see your body.” He growled, grabbing the fabric shielding you from his gaze, tugging it over your head, and throwing it somewhere in the backseat. “Oooh fuck.” He whispered, hands gliding over your shoulder, saying he took in an eye full of your beauty. “You’re so pretty.” His eyes slowly met yours as he yanked you over the console.

“W-Wait!” You yelped out, your roommate's words hitting you at a terrible time. “Hold on!”

“My windows are tinted. It’s fine.”

“That’s not it! I don’t want to crush you.”

“Honey,” you squeaked out another gasp as Choso bull-yanked you over the console of the car, flopping you down on his lap. “You aren’t going to crush me. Fuck.” He groaned as he laid the seat back. “Fuccck, you’re so pretty.” He whispered, running his hands over your beautiful curves, fingers gently caressing the stretch marks on your sides. “You have no idea how much I wanted this. To have you in my arms, kissing you, worshiping your beautiful body.”

You moaned, shaking slightly as you pressed his face and your breasts, kissing and nipping out your cleavage. “F-Fuck—” Shivers ran down your spine, and goosebumps littered your arms; your best friend continued to run his hands up and down your body, taking you in like this was the first time he saw you.

“You’re a masterpiece.” His hands grow up your ass, squeezing it. “I can’t believe I can finally admire your beauty up close and personal and not from afar anymore.” Choso ran his tongue over your breasts while his hands moved your hips, encouraging you to rock against him.

“C-Choso~ g-god me too; I‘ve wanted you for so long.”

“Then have me.”

Your hips automatically began rocking against the hardening bulge in his jeans, drawing out soft moans from the both of you. Each roll of your jean-clad shorts against him was like electricity, like fireworks going off at a summer festival. It was exciting and new, and each move was more exciting than the first, as you were both bound by rhythm, and that was perfect in no time. Choso’s fingers dug into your hips as your lips found his neck, nipping and sucking at his sensitive skin, growing out the prettiest sounds from him.

This felt like a dream, a dream that you had had many times. But the smell of spice and pine let you know that this was not a dream. It was reality, and it was a reality where your best friend was moaning underneath, you bucking his hips up against your core as you relentlessly ground down on him.

“Nngh~ fuck, that feels so good.”

“C-Cho, fuck you’re so hard.”

He laughed, and it was smooth and rich, like dark chocolate. “I’m always hard around you.” He admitted, his hands leaving your hips, slowly slipping under your shirt to grope and tease your breasts. “I like you so much. I liked you before you even sat next to me in class, f-fuck!” Choso cried out, throwing his head back as you sucked on his skin, leaving marks everyone would be able to see.

“Yeah~?”

“Fuck y-yeah, haaah,” you watched an ecstasy as his eyes rolled back into his. “I-I was working u-up the courage to talk t-to nngh!” A loud moan broke through his words as you rolled your hips in a circle over his hard cock. “Oooh, holy fuck—it’s hard to talk when you’re doing that.”

“Ooh, I’m sorry, honey.” You weren’t sorry in the slightest. “You can continue.”

Choso sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth. “I-I was working up the courage to talk to you, but you beat me.” He spat out before his voice broke as you rolled your hips faster against that hard bulge in his. “Fuck—c-confessions later, it’s hard to be serious when I’m trying not to cum in my pants.” Knowing that you already had them on the edge only encouraged your momentum.

“Ooh~ what stopping you from doing that?

“Heh, I don’t want to make a mess inside of my pants like a teenager again.” You rocked harder against him. “Fuck, but you seem determined.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about messing up your pants; you could mess up my mouth instead.”

The confidence, the tone of your voice, and the friction were Choso’s downfall.

You felt him twitching his pants before bucking up relentlessly against you. And in that moment, you had never been more thankful than inseams and jeans. That perfect scene rubbed right against you in quite the ideal way, drawing shattering cries from you as you forward onto Choso’s chest and coming inside your panties, right along with him. The waves of pleasure left you twitching as your heart thundered in your ears.

After a few minutes of lying in the afterglow, you pulled away to look down at the man underneath you. He looked as dazed as you felt. His cheeks were flushed a pretty shade of pink, and his fingers ran lazily up and down your back. Choso looked like every dream he’d ever dreamt had just come true. It was a blissful expression, one that you fairly certainly mirrored.

“I should’ve told you a long time ago, I felt. And I’m sorry my confession came out under such shitty circumstances.” Choso whispered as he sat slightly, peppering your shoulders with kisses.

“I could’ve easily confessed to you, too; I was just nervous.”

“We both were.” He corrected, wrapping his arms around you. “But I want you to know I meant every word I said. I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and my best friend.”

You take your bottom lip between teeth and smile shyly down at him. “You’re my best friend to Cho, and thank you for liking me for me.” He hummed, slapping your ass and drawing out a squeak from you.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way. And as much as I would love to keep you on my lap, I think we need to make a pit stop at my apartment before we go to the park. I need to change my pants.”

“Oor~ we could have a movie night in your bedroom? With no clothes on. Because believe it or not, leaving naked underneath, you would be a lot more cuter than this outfit when you agree.”

Choso turned red, not saying a word at first before his hands massaged your ass. “Get this sweet succulent in the passenger seat right now. We’re going back to my place.” And you were right; your crop top looked much better on his floor next to his clothes.

Ryomen Sukuna:

Gojo always found an excuse to go party at his luxurious house. His excuse this week was to celebrate his new puppy. It was an excuse everyone would gladly use to spend an evening dancing, drinking, and smoking. You and your roommate Sukuna were two of those people.

“Did You seriously bring a fucking gift for the dog?” your crimson-eye roommates snapped as he opened the door to Gojo’s house for you.

“For starters, her name is Kiki, and secondly, yes, I did.” you turn to look up at your towering roommate. His face tattoo is even visible in the low lights on the porch. “You drop the beer. I brought the gift. That’s what makes us a great team.”

Sukuna looked away; annoyance etched into his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, teammates.” he smacked your ass with the six-pack he was carrying, pushing you through the threshold. “Go on, teammate, get that ass of yours inside.” you barked out inside the crowded house and searched for your mutual friends. “Oi, I’m going to drop this off in the kitchen, okay?”

“Okay!” you yelled over the blaring music before venturing into the living room.

You spotted Satoru on the couch with a husky puppy sitting on his lap. Bright blue eyes met you as you approached. “Stop!” Gojo nudged a smoking Suguru, who choked on his hit. “Who the fuck is this sexy bitch?” Kiki barked almost in agreement as you grinned, handing the tug-of-war toy to Kiki, who sniffed it hesitantly before chewing on it approvingly. “Seriously, you look so hot. Did you get all dolled up for your asshole roommate?”

“No, I just felt like dressing up a little.” Dressing in a short red and black plaid skirt and a tight red T-shirt with something you rarely did. You weren’t exactly thin. Your butt was too big, your thighs pressed together when you walked, and your tummy was soft. You loved your body, all the dimples and stretch marks that came along with your curvy figure, but mostly showed off around the apartment wearing a tank top and dolphin shorts. You often wear leggings and an oversized jacket when you are out and about, but tonight was different.

Sukuna had been the one encouraging you to dress up, telling you to live a little and wear what you wanted. Initially, You hesitated, but you decided that maybe he was right. Life was too short to suffer inside of a hoodie!

“You look hot.” Geto chimed in, taking another hit from a blunt. “You should dress like that more often; I can feel the confidence radiating off you.”

“That's what I keep telling her.”

You smiled as your roommate came up behind you, draping his arm over your shoulders. “Maybe now you’ll believe me.”

“I don’t know, Sukuna; you should see how some of these guys look at her.” Gojo shifted Kiki to his other arm. “You might be going home alone tonight.”

“Shut the fuck up, Gojo.”

“I’m just speaking the truth!” Satoru shrugged the shoulder, pushing himself up. “Better act before someone else does.” Your roommate growled to ignore. “Now, if you excuse me, I have to take Kiki outside for potty training.

Before your friend could even step away, Shoko and Utahime hurriedly stepped in front of him. “Gojo, some delivery person is here with a three-tier cake, and he won’t bring it in until you sign for it.” A three-tier cake for a dog party?

Gojo looked between Shoko and his pretty husky. “Fuck, okay, let me put Kiki ou—” You stepped in, holding your arms out.

“I can take her out for you. I know how important potty training is for puppies.”

“Really, oh my God, thank you.” He pressed to kiss on top of Kiki’s head before handing her over to you. “Be good for your auntie. I’ll be back!”

“Hey, do you need me to come with you?” Sukuna asked as he nursed a beer.

“No, we’re all good!” Kiki probably turned you, licking your chin as you carried her to the backyard, replacing her down on the grass. “Good girl Kiki go potty, sweetie.” you praised her, the grass following her further out into the yard. “You’re such a pretty girl—”

“Did you see Sukuna’s roommate?” a voice called out from the back porch, and the door opened and closed.

“Who didn’t?” a man chimed in with a laugh. “You could spot that girl out in a heartbeat.”

“No shit! She’s a sore thumb compared to Sukuna! I honestly feel bad for him.”

Your stomach soured as you stayed out of sight of their cruel words. “Seriously, she should think before she dresses like that and when she’s around Sukuna on top of it! I would’ve been so embarrassed being seen with her in that skirt.”

Their choir of laughter had you sinking onto the grass. You thought your outfit looked good. Gojo, Geto, and Sukuna thought so, too, but maybe they were just being nice because they were your friends. These assholes had a point. Your roommate was so handsome, and you weren’t feeling the prettiest.

As Kiki sniffed the grass mindlessly before the door opened again. The assholes on the porch suddenly grew as you followed their gaze to Sukuna, who was looking around. They said nothing as he huffed out and sighed in annoyance.

“Have you guys seen my roommate?”

“No—I’m sure we would remember if we saw ‘her.’” one of the girls snickered, making you sink further onto the ground. Was this the part where your roommate joined in with their teasing? Making comments about your outfit? Being honest about what he thought.

You shut your eyes tight as you braced yourself for the truth. “What the fuck do you mean by that? Why are you laughing?” you perked up to look at a very pissed-off Sukuna.

“Well, let’s be honest, man, with her thighs, she shouldn’t be—”

The last words didn’t even get a chance to leave his mouth as Sukuna grabbed the asshole by the front of his shirt. “ I would think very carefully before the next words leave your fucking mouth.” you watched your roommate slam this dick against the wall of the porch. “That’s my girl you’re talking about.” his girl? Your cheeks flushed as you watched color leave the man's face.

“I-I’m sorry, man, I didn’t know!”

“Yeah? Well, now you do. Get the fuck out of my sight before I decide you’re not worthy of being in the same vicinity as me.”

The instant the assholes left, running inside with their tails between their legs, you picked yourself up off the grass, shuffling forward. Sukuna’s head lifted as he listened to your footsteps, turning his head and listening to you approaching him from behind. He scoffed, turning on his heel, leaning over the railing, and glancing at you.

“I’m going to take a while, guess, and say you heard everything those fuckers said.”

“Yep.”

“You know they’re full of shit, right?” You hummed, putting your hands behind your back because you stood below him, looking up at the porch. “I’m serious; they’re nothing but jealous pieces of shit. You’re beautiful.”

“And I'm also apparently your girl, too.”

Shock didn’t cross his features; his fingers curled in slightly as he kept his transfixed on you. “Yeah, I want you to be my girl. I'm tired of being this teammate to you. And I honestly don’t know how clear I can be about how I feel about you.” Now that he was being so blatant with his words, you were finally starting to see what he was talking about.

All the late-night cuddle sessions, the lingering touches on your hips when he passed you, how he looked at you sometimes. Your roommate had been flirting with you this whole time, and you hadn’t realized it until he called you his girl. It was almost embarrassing to be so blind to his advances, but there was a time to be embarrassed about that later. Right now, you wanted to focus on the words he had just said.

“Why?”

Sukuna shows no signs of confusion or fear. His face remains blank, like an empty canvas. “Why what?”

“Why would you even want me to be your girl? I mean, look at me.”

“I am.”

You flushed as you bore into his eyes. “Okay, and you see me, right? You heard that asshole say, I shouldn’t be wearing skirts; I stick out like a sore thumb compared to you. People, apparently, think I’m not good enough.” A shadow flashed across your face as your roommate leaked over the edge of the porch, landing on the grass in front of you.

“Ive wanted you from the second you walked into our apartment.” Sukuna grabs both your wrists, gently holding them in his hands. “Im so fucking attracted to you. You have the perfect fucking body. I want you. I would not be able to keep my hands off of you if you even gave me a chance to touch you.”

“K-Kuna—” You gasped as his arms sneaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “I-I— are you sure?”

Instead of responding to your question, Sukuna leaned forward, pressing his lips against the drawers in a kiss that could stop time itself. The lingering taste of alcohol made your head spin as he backed you up against the pool house, pressing you firmly against it, one hand gripping the side of your face while the other slammed against the door.

His lips moved feverishly against yours, and your wall slowly began to come down around him. You found yourself no longer hesitating as you remembered his words and how passionately he had spoken of you. Your hands, which had limply stayed by your side, lifted up, and your fingers ran through his hair. You pulled him more tightly against your chest. And it was an action that your roommate absolutely loved.

Feeling you getting into the kiss into the passion that he had felt for you for so long, made Sukuna snarl as he gripped your hips, lifting you up as he searched for the handle to the door of the poolnhouse. He was going to take you in there and take his time to show you just exactly how much you meant to him. And how much he wanted you.

But finding the handle turned out to be a lot more difficult when his lips were on yours. “Where the fuck is the stupid handle?” Sukuna growled out, pulling away from your lips for a second before slamming them back against you, stepping back an inch in search of the handle from a different angle.

“I think it’s the left.” You out in between breaths of air before your lips connected with him again. But as your roommate searched for the handle, he found himself drifting along the side of the house, which had been a mistake.

It was a mistake on both of your parts. When Sukuna went to put his hand down on the wall, he came into contact with nothing. He had unknowingly reached the edge of the pool house and found himself tumbling forward with you wrapped in his arms. You let out a scream of shock as water engulfed you, and you both fell into Gojo’s pool. But this slight hiccup didn’t stop you—notin the slightest.

The instant you broke through the surface of the water, both of you blindly searched for each other. When you felt his body heat, you threw your arms around your roommate's neck, holding him close as you wrapped your legs around his waist. This allowed him to freely carry you towards the back of the pool, where he slammed you against the cool pebble tech wall.

“Sorry about your outfit,” Sukuna growled as he pulled back just enough to allow him to pull your shirt up and throw it over your head on the patio.

“Does it look like I give a fuck about my outfit right now?” You asked, grabbing a hold of his shirt, tugging it up and over your head, tossing it into the water, allowing it to float somewhere off in the pool.

“No, I honestly don’t think you give a fuck about it.”

“Then why are we still talking about it?”

Sukuna smirked, licking his lips slowly. “Alright, I hear ya’ I guess I’ll go ahead and let my lips do the talking.”

While you both made out in the back of the pool, Gojo stepped outside, looking around for you as he picked Kiki up off the ground. “Hey~? You good? Please tell me you didn’t fall in my pool and drowned.” He was starting to step forward when the unstable sound of splashing water, followed by a string of moans, stopped him in his tracks.

Kiki yelped happily as Gojo snickered, heading into the pool house, grabbing a couple of fresh towels, and setting them on the pool deck near the steps. “Well~ it looks like he took my advice and finally stepped up and took some action,” Gojo told his pretty dog as he headed back into the house, dimming the lights around the pool, making your steamy session just a bit more romantic.

Nanami Kento:

“So it’s a date?” Shoko asked, watching you Finish applying some very light makeup to your face.

“It is not a date. Nanami Just happened to have an extra ticket to my favorite musical. We’re friends, and there’s nothing more than that.”

“Oh, he just happened to have an extra ticket to your favorite musical. But he’s also taking you to a fancy restaurant beforehand?”

“It’s one of his favorite restaurants, and he wanted to take me there.”

Shoko blew smoke from the window to your balcony, shaking her head. “Boy, I bet you’re in for the surprise of a lifetime tonight.” You shot your best friend an annoyed glance in the mirror.

“We’re just friends—” Even though you wanted to be more than friends with the handsome, sweet, caring blonde you had fallen head over heels for. “so drop it.”

“Nah, I don’t think I will.” Shoko put her cigarette out in the ashtray you had for her. “I cannot let you go on your date like—this.” She grimaced, eyeing your dress suit that skillfully hid your curves and thick thighs from the world.

You pouted, smoothing out the long skirt that went past your knees. “What’s wrong with it?”

“What isn't wrong with it? You look like a mother at her daughter's wedding. Or an elderly college professor. Or you look like you’re about to go in for a job interview, trying to make yourself look more professional than you are.”

Each very accurate comparison felt like a stab to your back. “Damn! Tell me how you feel. Sho, fuck.” She opened her mouth, and you quickly raised your hand, silencing her. “Wait, no, please don't,” Shoko smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, what do you suggest I do?” Shoko, head to your closet, opening the door wide.

“The red one.”

Nanami arrived at your door right on time. He took a deep breath, adjusting his burgundy tie, before knocking on the door. Tonight was the night he was going to confess how he felt, how he wanted to be more than friends. His nerves were strong as iron as he focused on the door. There was nothing in the world that would stop him.

Your door opened, and Nanami swore he felt like you had personally punched him in the gut. You looked stunning. The tight red fabric clung to your waist showing over your unique curves; his eyes trailed lower, and god, the dress's sides were slit open, allowing him to get a peek at your succulent thick thighs. You had never dressed like this around him before; by god, you were like a masterpiece right off a canvas.

“Kento, are you okay?” His eyes glued on you and you alone, leaving you slightly flushed.

Your best friend shook his head, blinking before his gaze met you. “Oh, uhm, yes, yes, I am.” He did another quick glance over you. “I’m sorry, I just, I’ve never—” His eyes were glued on the slit in the dress. His expression was almost unreadable, making you feel like shrinking in on yourself.

This was the first time you’d ever worn anything this revealing around him. Usually, you wore loose-fitting clothes, so wearing a form-fitting gown was different. Something that had rendered him speechless. Which could be a good thing or a bad thing. That was something you didn’t care to find out about.

“Different,” you answered for him instead, gripping your clutch as you stepped out. “So, uhm, should we get going?”

“Of course.”

That initial interaction had set the tone for your entire evening. The drive to the delicious restaurant was quiet with stolen glances. Ones solely focused on your hips and your thighs. You had hoped maybe things would settle down once you sat down to eat at the restaurant. But things only seem to progress into something more. Nanami’s eyes seemed to linger on other patrons at the restaurant who passed you by.

Maybe wearing this dress was a mistake. You felt exposed to your best friend in the entire world and anyone that passed by. You tried to focus on what Shoko had told you to envision when she pulled the dress from the back of your closet.

‘You’re a badass sexy bitch, own it!’

Yeah, owning it wasn't something you’d ever been comfortable doing. You had been a little thicker than others the entirety of your life. Dealing with that, being called names has taught you how to conceal yourself. If you wore all black and hid your supposed flaws behind layers of clothes, you would worry about anyone staring at you, which is exactly what everyone was doing.

Having people glance you over made your stomach sour as you tried to enjoy your food. You wanted to play it cool and make it look like nothing was wrong, but your attempts didn't go unnoticed. Nanami could see how you shifted; a visible unease etched into your pretty features.

That unease had you hugging yourself as you walked to the theater. You had hardly said a word to each other, and the tension felt thick. While you felt uncomfortable showing off so much, Nanami was beginning to think maybe you weren't having a good time. That's the last thing he wanted, so as you climbed the stairs heading toward your seats, Nanami stopped, tasting at your back.

Noticing he was no longer behind you, you stopped turning to look back at him. “Kento? Everything okay?” You tilted your head to the side, watching him look you up and down.

“No, l.” he quickly closed the small distance between you, gently grabbing your wrist and walking you to an empty part of the theater where no one was. “Everything isn't okay.” You opened your mouth to ask why he felt that way, but he beat you to it. “I'm sorry if asking you on this date has made things uncomfortable or weird for you.”

Date?

Wait, Shoko was right?! This really was a date?! Electricity shot went down your spine as your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. No words came to you as Nanami sighed shyly, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked away.

“I’m sorry; I don't want you to feel as though you have to do this to appease me. We can see the show as friends and act like this nev—”

“No!” You yelled out, grabbing his hand and holding it. “No! I want this to be a date! I-I thought we were—going as friends.”

Nanami’s face relaxed as he looked down at your hand gripping his. ”I guess I wasn't as clear with my intentions as I thought.” Honey-brown eyes trailed over your exposed skin. “But may I ask you a question?” You nodded. “What’s made you so distant tonight.”

“Oh, I just haven't—I don't normally dress like this.” you motioned down to the silk dress, hugging your curves in all the right places. “And, I—ugh, it's silly.”

“It's not silly if it’s coming from you; please tell me, talk to me.”

“Well, you seemed stunned by my outfit. And you've been quiet all evening, staring at other people. So I thought maybe you were a bit embarrassed. I know I’m not the thinnest girl out there.”

In the blink of an eye, Nanami had you pushed against the nearest wall, out of sight from anyone who may pass you by. Both his large hands slammed against the wall on either side of your head, caging you in. You gasped, looking up to find a burning desire in his eyes that you had never seen before.

“Embarrassed? You seriously thought I was embarrassed?” His hand slowly trailed down your curves. “Darling,” he learned next to your mouth, the smell of wine and chocolate from dinner lingering on his breath. “I find you stunning. I'm more embarrassed by myself for letting my mind wander when it comes to how good you look in this dress. Do you know how hard it was to stop myself from gouging out the eyes of every man eye-fucking you at the restaurant?”

You began panting as his hand trailed lower, teasing the exposed skin that peeked out from the slit in the dress. “T-That’s why you were glaring n-nngh.” Nanami hooked his hand under your thigh, lifting it to actress your sensitive skin more freely.

“Yes, I couldn't stand the way they were undressing you right in front of me.” The warmth of his fingers sent shivers throughout your body. “But I’m afraid to admit I’m not better than them.”

“Oh, and why is that?”

“Because I have wanted to do nothing more than kiss you since you opened your door this evening. Your curves, dress fit, and everything about you are stunning, no matter what you wear. But seeing you all dolled up for the first time had left me longing for you in primal ways.”

You hooked your foot around the back of his thigh, watching his warm eyes grow wide as you grabbed his face, smashing your lips against his in a searing kiss. Nanami moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he dug his fingers into the fat of your thigh, squeezing and massaging it. The tender, careless feel of his lips against yours had you whining into his mouth as his tongue caressed your bottom lip.

The kiss was searing, full of desire, as Kento found himself shamelessly rocking his hips against you, trying to close the thin layers of clothes between you. Each kiss, each careless set your skin ablaze with need, as the taste of chocolate and white wine felt like fermenting into an aphrodisiac. With each kiss, you fell deeper and deeper into the passion, leaving you feeling drunk.

Nanami broke the kiss, pulling back far enough that a string of saliva connected your lips. “T-That was unexpected.” He admitted, fingers trailing further up your leg.

“But was it good?”

“It was the best kiss I’ve ever shared with someone. So yes, it was unexpected but good.” The way Nanami’s hands roamed over you left you feeling overly sensitive as you gripped his upper arms. “You're so beautiful. God, I wish I could take you home and truly worship every inch of your body.”

“Well, the show only lasts two hours.”

“Which is going to feel like a millennium when you're sitting next to me looking like some kind of goddess.”

“Goddess?” You mischievously grinned, running your hand slowly down his chest. “I like the sound of that.”

Nanami grinned, squeezing your thigh before leaning next to your ear. “After this show, can I take you back to my apartment and show my devotion to you? Worship your body as if it were your temple?” You moaned, melting like butter against his chest.

“Yes, god, I would love that.”

“Good, I‘ll be sure to worship you thoroughly.”

Gojo Satoru:

Gojo had a problem with your butt, and that problem was that he was obsessed with it. Every time you reached for something, your best friend made it a point to grab a handful of your big ole booty and squeeze it, which didn't bother you. If anything, you were flattered that this six-three muscular man likes your ass.

Because Gojo was gorgeous, with tufts of pristine white hair, cerulean eyes that reminded you of the blues oceans, and lashes you would kill for, having someone like him rubbing your ass was a cnficmsence booster. You adored him and knew deep down inside that adoration for him would never grow into something else because you were just friends, nothing more.

Because you were a curvy queen, and Gojo was a gym rat. It didn't matter if that butt squeezes and long hugs often left you fantasizing about a more romantic relationship with him. You could dream and fantasize about that as long as you wanted, but that reality probably would never come to be.

But that wouldn't stop you from secretly praying and hoping for that reality to be manifested.

Most of your girlfriends supported you both; they tried to get you to ask him out, while his friends felt the same way as yours. All of your friends could see you both getting together. But not everybody was as kind.

“Hello, dearie!” You shifted the brown grocery bags in your arms as you turned to look at your elderly neighbor and her grandson getting on the elevator with you.

“Hi, how are you?” You smiled sweetly as the elevator began moving up to the fourth floor.

“Oh, we're doing great! Where’s that boyfriend of yours? The tall, handsome one.”

Hearing her call Gojo, your boyfriend, left you feeling butterflies as you shifted the bags again. “Oh, Toru? He’s at the gym, and we’re just—” Her grandson scoffed, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes

“They're not dating grandma.”

“Oh, sure they are!” She grinned, tilting her head to look up at her rude grandson. “What even makes you say they aren't?”

“He’s fit and handsome, and she's got a fat ass and a gut.”

You winced at the sting of his words as the elevator stopped on your floor. “Takashi!” Your neighbor snapped at the older man, rolling his eyes. “That was rude! She's a beautiful young woman, apologizes.”

“Look, I’m sorry.” He shrugged as the three of you stepped off of the elevator. “I just know you ain't my type. I don't like,” he gestured over to you, “this.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean, I’m not into assholes myself.” You grinned sourly at the man before storming towards your apartment.

“Takashi!”

You ignored the pleading from your neighbor and the apologies she shouted. None of that shit mattered, not to you. You loved yourself and your body, and someday, you would find somebody who loved you for you. They would show up someday.

While you did your absolute best not to let the comments from the jerk bother you, your heart still aches as you put away your groceries. You hated men like him. Men who found it necessary to point out a woman’s flaws, to put them down.

It soured your mood, making you pout as you grumbled and shoved things in cabinets. You were fuming so much you barely heard the knock on your front or when the door unlocked courtesy of the spare key you had made. You didn’t realize anyone was there until hands grabbed your hips while loading the fridge. Fear rose in your throat as you began to scream, only to have a hand clasp over your mouth, silencing you.

“Easy, sweetheart! It’s just me.” The smooth, almost sultry voice had you relaxing as Gojo chuckled warmly behind you, his hand pulling away from your mouth. “You listening to music or something?” He questioned, dropping his chin on your shoulder to examine your ears, finding no earbuds.

“No.” You bluntly stated before pulling away from your best friend and shutting the door.

“Oof, someone’s angry.” The warmth of your best friend followed you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you as tight as he could. “Angry that you hadn’t seen me in a while~?”

Your anger faded as the smell of clean linen and musk invaded your senses. You found yourself melting into his touch, tilting your head back to ring him, staring down at you with big sparkly eyes that glimmered with amusement. No matter your mood, Satoru always seemed to make you feel better

“I’m fine—it was just a crappy day.”

Gojo hummed, pressing his lips together as he swayed with you. “I’m sorry, Sweetie; what made it so bad?” You hesitated before groaning, knowing if you were to tell him the truth, it most likely would end with him doing something irrational. But you also hated lying to your best friend.

“It was just a lot of running around, going to the store.” You sighed. “Plus, I just haven’t been feeling good.”

In the flash of an eye, you were whipped around and turned to face Satoru, whose hand reached up to feel your forehead. “Are you okay?” He asked softly, continuing to think if you had a fever. “You aren’t dizzy? Feeling sick, are you?” Your cheeks burned, losing yourself in the concerned look in his eyes.

“N-No, not like that, not like that at all.”

Gojo pulled his hand away, dropping it to his side. “Okay, then, what’s wrong?” he asked, watching you carefully. That careful gaze had you frowning as you sighed.

“I feel a bit bad about myself.” When your best friend copped an eyebrow at you as if you were speaking another language, you sighed, smacking his arm playfully. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m having a hard time understanding why you feel bad about yourself.”

This time, you looked at him as if he was speaking some alien language. The man was cut out of a magazine. he was over six-feet tall had the most beautiful eyes, and he was handsome. There was no denying your best friend was good-looking. So, it only made sense that he wouldn’t understand how some people have insecurities about themselves.

Gesture vaguely towards his body, moving your hand up and down as you focus on the mirror behind him. The last thing you wanted to make contact with him at the moment. Because he might not be secure about himself, he can read you like a damn book.

“You wouldn’t understand what it’s like. You’re molded out of clay and given life by the gods themselves.” you moved your hand, gesturing to yourself. “I’m just curvy beyond all means. Unfortunately, not a lot of people are into that kind of thing. They don’t like a girl that’s bigger than them.”

Silence grew between you both as you tried to focus your attention on the mirror. Seeing him in such a state was shocking, but it was even more surprising to have him grab both your arms, squeezing them reassuringly.

Your mouth felt dry, and the room seemed to close in around itself as Gojo bent down closer to your height. In this situation, you weren't able to look away; Satoru made sure of that. You were stuck right where you stood, having to stare into the eyes of your best friend.

“Who said that?” he asked, in a tone that could freeze hell over.

“W-What?”

“I asked who said that load of bullshit to you so I can kick their ass.”

You flushed, shaking your head, not wanting him to beat up your neighbor's grandson, but the idea of it had you pressing your thighs together. Seeing your hesitant reaction left Gojo with a twisting sensation in his stomach. He knew something had been wrong when he wrapped his arms around you. Normally, you were touchy-feely, wanting to climb him like a tree, but today, you had been hesitant and standoffish, something he didn't like seeing you deal with.

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Toru—it isn't that—”

He gave you a firm shake. “It is a big deal! Especially when somebody hurts you.” With a heavy sigh, you reached up gently, placing your hand on the upper arm.

“Ugh, my neighbor thought we were dating, and I tried to tell her we weren’t, but her grandson beat me to it saying we aren’t dating. Because you're handsome, and I have a fat ass and a gut.”

“That—”

“I know its craz—”

“Motherfucker!” Gojo dropped his hands off your arms and growled, storming around the kitchen. You were too stunned to speak, just watching him closely as he grumbled and kept looking at the door that led out of your apartment, “I should kick his ass! I really should! That dick!”

You blinked several times, watching as the white-haired man fumed. “W-Wait, you're angry about him saying that about me?” That got Gojo to stop as he turned to gawk at you. “What?! I'm just shocked you'd care about that; I thought you’d be more embarrassed over the face his grandma assumed we were dating.” Your genuine shock and concern made Gojo grip the counter as he shook his head.

“The only person that doesn't think we're dating is you. Because God, I don't know how much more obvious I can be with you over the fact that I want to date you.”

“Y-You wanna date me?” You repeated back to him in stunned shock. “S-Since when?!”

“Since forever!” Gojo laughed out loud, shaking his head as he cock his brow at you. “I'm always over here, hugging you, telling you how much you mean to me. But every time I try to make a move, you toss me in the friend zone.

The words from your neighbor's grandson invaded your ears as Satoru stepped closer to you. “B-But I'm curvy, I have a gut!”

“And I love your curves and your tummy.” You stood still, allowing Gojo to cup your cheek gently. “Everything about you is perfect in my eyes. I wouldn't change a damn thing about you. Except for moving you away from that piece of shit.”

Your heart began to race at his confession, leaving you inching closer towards him. “Y-You're being serious right now. Are you not messing with me?” Gojo rolled his eyes so hard you could hear them roll into the back of his head.

“Sweetheart, I've been serious about you for years. You just were too blind to see that.”

For all these years, you'd always thought that Satoru was just overly affectionate with you. Knowing there was a legitimate reason for him constantly caressing you and talking sweetly to you, all of your insecurities faded as you felt his eyes roaming over your skin. You could tell he was serious. He wanted you.

“Maybe you could be a bit more direct with me then.”

“Oh? You want me to be more direct?”

Gojo wanted you to nod your head before he lifted you up and off the ground, placing you on the counter before kissing you deeply. Your eyes went wide at the sudden kiss, but you slowly found yourself melting into it, your hand gripping his tank top. You kissed him back with as much passion. Seeing that sort of expression, feeling your hands on him, only fueled the need in him.

Gojo growled as he grabbed your thighs, kneading them with a groan as he seeped the kiss. “You’re so pretty, so damn pretty.” He whispered against your swollen lips. “All these other boys are stupid.” You moaned happily as he trailed his hand up further, sliding them. “Which I’m so thankful for.” He trailed kisses along your jaw with a sigh. “God, I really wanna beat his ass for making the prettiest girl in my world feel like that,” he pulled back, glancing back at the door. “I really should go beat his ass.”

“I have a better idea” you grabbed his chin forcing him to look into your eyes this time. “How about you put your lips back on mine, and you kiss me and make up for lost time since I was so blind.”

Gojo grinned, picking you off the counter and carrying you to the couch, where he dropped you. He took a chance to look at all your beautiful curves. “God, you are so right.” He crawled on top of you, relishing in the way you whined and shivered. “We have lots of time to make up for, so you better clear your schedule because you are all mine until we’re both knocked out.”

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 1 year ago

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TF141 Scenarios and Headcanons

(Them interacting with the mini and pink version of Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley) Inspired by my previous post

Credits to @puff0o0 for this wonderful art that I requested and all the other art that's used in this post, she delivered and slayed. I genuinely love your art style because the textures looks like crayons were used and it's just so cute, thanks so much Puff <3

Pairings:

Ghost x Wife!Reader

Justice for Soap? Poor guy has been a victim in this entire set of scenarios.

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

❥ Simon bringing mini Ghostie for her to interact with the Taskforce again. Safe to say Soap got hit at the back of his head for even trying to make fun of the pink carrier (that you, his loving wife bought for the baby), while the little one was fidgeting with the red bow that decorated the front of the strap carrier.

❥ Ghostie didn't earn the nickname till the second time Simon brought her with him bringing the mask along and she proudly wore it. They actually went through the effort of getting her a tailored camo print uniform with a little patch embroidered with the words "youngest recruit" and "Riley" embroidered on the back of the shirt.

❥ Mini Ghostie keeping herself busy with the crayons and papers provided by uncle Gaz, drawing herself, her dad and the other Taskforce members then proudly showing it off to them after they're done being busy. (It earned a spot on the base's fridge, Price bought a magnet for that purpose alone because it was held up by tape for the longest time)

❥ A little visual for you guys provided by my favorite and beloved mutual @puff0o0:

❥ Ghostie and Gaz exchange drawings on a basis, more oftentimes it's funny faces that Soap makes. Soap saw them..

"I DINNAE LOOK LIKE THAT"

*Gaz raising a brow at him while Ghostie was giggling at Soap raising his voice*

❥ And yes, Gaz was responsible for the shrekified version of Soap that was on the fridge.

❥ Soap tried to draw something as an insult towards Gaz but it backfired and little Ghostie ended up loving it and taking it home to display it on the wall of her room:

❥ Gaz tends to be pursuaded by every little pout Ghostie gives him, probably the reason behind him being her favorite uncle. Ghostie made a drawing of Gaz once with an outlined heart around the picture, he now has it framed on his desk.

❥ Safe to say that Ghostie was amused by Soap getting hurt in any way possible, at first it started with her dad playfully punching the sergeant that made her giggle but then it slowly started to turn into her taking matters into her own hands and actually hitting uncle Soap herself. (Poor Soap)

❥ Little one constantly either slaps Soap or pulls on his mohawk. Yeah Ghost probably taught her that, she loves seeing her dad amused and giggles when she makes her dad chuckle. (Cue annoyed Soap noises)

❥ Uncle Gaz calls her "Boo" sometimes because he thought it was fitting and yes he took it from that one animated movie character, more likely sets his phone up and let's her use it to watch Disney movies because he's the only one who has Disney plus. (Frozen and Mulan were playing non-stop and now they all know the song "I'll make a man out of you" word for word)

❥ The idiots encouraged little Ghostie to chug a bottle full of milk as if she was chugging beer while cheering her on, Simon sipped on his whiskey not knowing he'd regret it later on, they all had to deal with a massive spit up because they made her drink too much and too quickly. (Soap had to wash that shirt 3 times before the smell of milk became more faint)

❥ Little Ghostie calls Price her grandpa and nobody's correcting her even if she genuinely thinks that Price is her dad's father. Price was definitely the one who had a uniform tailored for her but it was Gaz's idea.

❥ Believe it or not, Little Ghostie is loved by almost all of the recruits. Lieutenant Riley has a DAUGHTER?! He has a wife..? Yeah that was their first reaction. But ultimately they loved her because Little Ghostie was a sweet bundle of joy who loves giving flowers to female recruits and uncle Gaz.

❥ Despite all the bullying uncle Soap has been through, he still loves that kid to death and couldn't be more prouder when L.T. Riley and his wife chose him, Roach and Gaz to be godfathers.

❥ Speaking of uncle Roach, him and Ghostie get along really well. Even though there's not much of a verbal conversation going on, they still manage to cause chaos together. She likes to fidget with the makeshift antennas that come with the helmet of his tactical gear.

❥ Nobody can stand it when she's crying, she's not even loud, she's almost so quiet when she cries but gosh is it heart breaking. Especially for Gaz, Ghostie's teary puppy eyes looking up at him while her arms are in the air. "Uppies uncle, please" she hiccups.

❥ Gaz is the one always carrying her around, if everyone's being honest then I don't think she was ever down on her feet at some point unless she was playing around with the recruits.

❥ If Simon was being honest, he enjoyed the sound of Ghostie's feet thumping around base.

❥ Ghostie loves handfeeding her dad, she does it all the time. Technically she still has a difficult time using utensils so hands would do for now.

❥ Roach gave the little thing a sip of his coffee and she was practically bouncing off the walls. Yeah that wasn't a very bright idea.

❥ She was a late teether, Soap was the victim. Not only was she caught chewing on the strap of his tactical gear, Ghostie actually bit him with her baby teeth that were only halfway out when he tried to swat her away.

❥ Uncle Gaz and grandpa Price taking out the little one for ice cream so her need for sugar is satisfied and to cool her gums off.

❥ Ghostie's uncles taking her to the park/playground. (Gaz was the one recording)

❥ Soap got in trouble for teaching mini Ghostie how to curse, you weren't too happy about that because now your daughter is saying "bitch" endlessly in the wrong context.

A/n: I hope you guys liked it, I put a lot of effort into this and the last post. Please check out Puff's account if you don't know her yet, I promise she is the sweetest person and her CoD content is a big hit.

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sidemari · 2 months ago

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• SFW Headcanons Collection •

How do you both spend quality time together.

Characters included: Aphelios, Ezreal, Hwei, Jayce, Jinx, Kayn, Sett, Viktor, Yasuo and Yone [separately] x Fem!Reader

Mari's notes: It's just a silly and cute post. The part of the text involving Sett and Yone was written with me particularly thinking about @nana2amuro <3

Aphelios

Walk under the stars: You both usually take night walks in a quiet place, looking at the stars and talking about dreams and future plans.

"The Moon is beautiful today" You spoke with joy, squeezing his hands affectionately. "It's in the same lunar phase as the night we met."

Aphelios nodded, smiling with his eyes before pulling your body against his, initiating a tender kiss.

Ezreal (Heartsteel)

Making a personalized playlist: Creating a playlist with songs that represent your relationship or special moments you have shared together was your idea not only to express your love but also to show that you appreciate how essential music is to him.

"This song was the first one from Heartsteel" You whispered against his neck as you cuddled.

"It's the song that was playing that night, remember? At that concert where I saw you in the audience”

"How could I forget the day we met?"

Hwei

Connection with art: Creating something together, whether painting or drawing, is something that connects you not only with art but with each other. You can spend hours searching for the best materials or the most vivid paints for your next canvas without getting bored.

"Do you think these shades of blue match the background of the painting?" You asked Hwei, bringing numerous containers overflowing with paint in your arms.

"Watch out!" Too late. You tripped and a bit of paint splattered on the canvas, besides staining your clothes.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I didn't notice that the containers were ajar”

"Hey, it's okay. The painting turned out more artistic this way and... Well, you still look incredibly beautiful even covered in paint”

Jayce

Movie or series marathon: Choosing a series or movies that both of you love and spending hours watching them with treats, cuddles and kisses is essential to ensure a cozy moment away from everyday worries.

"Ah man, this protagonist is so stupid" He exasperatedly said, turning off the television.

"Jayce, are you really going to get mad at a character? It's just a movie, love”

"I prefer to cuddle with you while we kiss rather than waste time watching this cheesy movie."

"How can I deny you this?" You pulled him in for a kiss. "But you have to promise me that you'll watch the next movie I choose until the end."

Jinx

Self-care moment: Doing skincare with different face masks, moisturizing each other's hair, painting nails with different nail polish shades and trying out new makeup styles on each other is simply one of the funniest things you two can do together.

"Do you like this nail polish color, darling?" Jinx asked you, gently squeezing your shoulders before sitting down next to you.

"It's beautiful, but it's so hard to get a good finish."

"Nah, I'm an expert at this! Extend your hands, princess, your journey of just painting your nails black ends today”

Kayn

Game night: Having fun with simple activities, like board games or even card games, always creates a competitive atmosphere between the two of you, ensuring lots of laughter throughout the matches as well hugs and kisses for the winner.

“Aha, I won! I want my kisses and cuddles immediately”

"You cheated, Kayn! You broke about three rules from the game manual!”

“Silly detail. And does that make me less deserving of my girlfriend's attention?" You rolled your eyes.

"Come here then" You patted your thigh, inviting him to lie on your lap.

Sett

Making a memory album: Collecting photos of you both, keeping souvenirs from trips or even tickets from events to later create a physical album about the most important moments of your journey as a couple was a sweet and effective decision to record your love.

"Sett, look how cute this photo is!" You whispered, showing it to him.

"Oh heavens... That day was funny" His ears twisted in shame. "But I'm still embarrassed"

“Ah, come on! You were sleeping in such an unusual position... Look, you were even hugging a stuffed animal”

"Hey! Can you stop provoking me?”

"I'll stop, but this photo is definitely going in our album!"

Viktor

Spending the afternoon in a cozy café: On the rare occasions when you manage to get Viktor out of the lab, you take him to cafes. Sitting at a table in a pleasant environment to chat - even if for a few brief hours - enjoying the time together with a good cup of coffee, tea, or cappuccino is invigorating, especially for your workaholic boyfriend.

"Did you like their coffee, Vitya?" He nodded, placing the empty cup on the saucer.

"It's good, but I particularly prefer the coffee you make for me yourself."

His hand reached yours across the table, squeezing it gently before genuinely smiling at you. "Thank you for caring so much about me"

Yasuo

Meditating together: It’s not uncommon for you to join Yasuo in his meditations to relax and share a moment of calm and harmony.

"Yasuo, dear, I was wondering if you would like to go-” Seeing that your boyfriend was in deep meditation, eyes closed and face focused, you blamed yourself for interrupting him. "I'm sorry" you whispered, turning your back to leave.

"Come, meditate with me"

"Are you going to hold my hands while this happens?"

"What wouldn't I do for you, huh?" He sighed, still with his eyes closed, but with a slight smile forming on his lips.

Yone

Writing love letters: You write cute letters or notes to each other, expressing your most intimate feelings and then keep them to read later.

"What is this, love?" You asked, kissing him softly on the lips before showing the small envelope in your hands.

“Ah, that? A letter I wrote about you during a difficult day…”

"Can I read it?"

"Of course, but don't blame me if I sounded too cliché in the text." He ruffled your hair in a delicate manner.

#aphelios x reader #ezreal x reader #hwei x reader #jayce x reader #jinx x reader #kayn x reader #sett x reader #viktor x reader #yasuo x reader #yone x reader #lol x reader #lol fluff

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buntanteen · 4 months ago

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svt fic recs list <3 - minghao birthday edition - sfw & nsfw ver.

summary: 7 days of xu minghao reader insert fics for his birthday

contains: 18+ nsfw (mdni!!) majority is afab reader

✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩

✩ sfw section ✩

❥ minghao as your boyfriend - @babyleostuff

OH TO BE CUDDLED BY MINGHAOOOOO!! i loveeee the idea of him putting lil fashion shows on for his partner (i'm not the most fashionable but i love his style and WILL hype the boi up for whatever he puts me in😌) i love him being confident in him and his partner being endgame. he feels like the kind to just be really aware of how and his partner feels :3

❥ minghao boyfriend habits - @odxrilove

AS SOMEONE WHO CANNOT KEEP MY SLEEVES ROLLED UP FOR THE LIFE OF ME, THANK YOUUUU

shut up the writing the initials on the his blank canvases before painting?? like dedicating all his art to reader 🥺 (i also love the idea he'd write the initials at the back of the wood part too :3)

minghao is DEFINITELY the kind to get you a drink when he gets one. bro takes his tea serioussssly

the crook of my necks is yours minghao, whatever you want dude 🥹

❥ whatever you want - @wheeboo

reader fucking up the pronunciation is so on brand for me (...i did chinese lessons for 10 years and idk anything still😭😭)

and of courseeee he'd be a tease about this, this man is so silly and cheeky

terms of endearment make me melttt hehe

❥ dating xu minghao includes - @svtswhorehouse

i WILL learn to make minghao's favourite food to impress him (seeing him and jun always making the members chinese food is so cute to me i love it so much)

i just KNOW he'd be the soothing kind of boyfriend, making sure his partner's wellbeing is all taken care of (and it shows so well in this) 🥰

"slow and sensual kisses"?!?! *kicks feet and giggles*

❥ bf texts with the8! nana tour edition - @kozukensgf

crying and dying this is too funny skdjgbfdkg

him checking in on reader vs the sassy ass texts vs the nana tour mischief

nana tour has such a big spot in my carat heart ahh i love this

✩ nsfw section ✩

❥ midnight cravings - @junkissed

god...he'd be so attentive i cannnnnnnn't rn sjkgfb GOD THIS IS SO HOT SJFKBD (SORRY I DON'T HAVE MANY WORDS I'M BLUSHING TOO MUCH AFTER READING DFKJGB)

❥ goodnight n go - @hannieehaee

i love me a lil idol!reader and 97 liner type fic heh 😌 the fics gave such a natural progression of friendship into romance, which i lovedddd

obsessed with the part about the necklace. he would definietely put so much thought and care into his romantic partner. he cares a lot about his mom's opinion so giving reader something that means a lot to his family seems so on brand

ames note: happy earlyyyyy birthday for minghaoooo!! if anyone is wondering while there's significantly less the8 fics than my usual fic recs, this is cuz i don't read a lot of work about him. i don't see him in a romantic or sexual way, but i really didn't want to leave him with nothing birthday related, so this is what i came up with!! i hope everyone enjoysss~ ς(.>‿<)

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crucialplayer · 2 years ago

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Thoughts on moon placements

!! everything is based purely on my experiences with signs, written with no other purpose than to share my observations and be unserious.

Aries moon. Will ask you a question and leave midway through u answering it just cuz little men in their head pushed a new button on the emotions console, inside out style. If they feel some type of way be sure everyone in the room will also feel it. Great at destroying social harmony.

Taurus moon. Brick wall banging against which you risk irrevocably damaging ur head. Usually deal with stress or any negative emotions by falling asleep. Insanely bad at moving on from anything.

Gemini moon. Find an outlet for your thoughts and ideas and it better not be that one poor friend that is too nice to stop your rambling. Anxiety ride from the moment they wake up till the moment they fall asleep if they actually manage to. Never have a firm stance on anything.

Cancer moon. If they feel sad they can suck the life out of the air. Feel a lot and usually stop at that. Somehow kinda bad at reflecting. Some of them could really benefit from rationalizing their emotions. Like to reminisce a lot.

Leo moon. Every day is a Miss Universe contest. Don't understand the concept of putting yourself in someone else’s shoes. Live life like they’re being filmed for a biopic about them. Get offended easily. Having too many ego deaths on a daily basis bless them.

Virgo moon. Invented anxiety and hating things. Genuinely think they are smarter than everybody but like to ignore the fact that they’ve been stuck in the loop of the same problems for a couple of years. VEry unstable self-esteem.

Libra moon. Appear very carefree to the point of care actually not existing in their world I think. Like cute things and cute feelings. Dislike ugly things and ugly feelings. Shine best when surrounded by people and are needed by someone.

Scorpio moon. If mood swings were a moon placement it’d be this one. Cutting ur hair at 3 am moon. Everything is profound and deeply personal. Identity crisis during a bus ride home. Being nonchalant is a hoax.

Sagittarius moon. 3 minute emotional life cycle. Consider feeling down a random virus they caught somewhere and not a genuine state of being. Cure themself to the natural optimistic disposition by blowing up to someone’s face and proceeding to go with their day unbothered.

Capricorn moon. Incapable of giving approval or being positive about anything. See three steps forward except only for the situations going wrong. Hence dissociate when they’re supposed to feel happy. The soul leaves their body when entrapped by loud people.

Aquarius moon. Have ideas about feelings. When exposed to simple emotional stimuli fall into a theoretical spiral. Like to look for the signs and parallels. Without a social circle are like fish without water.

Pisces moon. Kid lost in the mall vibe. Dreamed a more exciting life and are living it. Need alone time to survive but also kinda hate it?? Always care, would lose at the speed of light in the idgaf war. Do art please.

#astrology #astro notes #astro observations #natal chart #zodiac signs #aries moon #taurus moon #gemini moon #cancer moon #leo moon #virgo moon #libra moon #scorpio moon #sagittarius moon #capricorn moon #aquarius moon #pisces moon

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 1 year ago

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@catchuuu @staryukis @dollsuguru

blue is my fav color to draw in 🌊

#op have i mentioned that i would pluck the stars for you #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM MELTING INTO A PUDDLE🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#your art genuinely makes me so happy?? all the time???? i audibly cooed when this popped up on my dash #NO BUT YOUR STSG MEANS THE WHOLE WORLD TO ME i will never be normal about them!!!#and your art style ….. i’m sure i’ve said this 50 times before BUT I’D EAT IT IF I COULD!!!! one of my favorite art styles ever #THE COLOURSSSSSS THE BLUE IT LOOKS SO TASTY :(((( soooo perfect for stsg too..#AND AND AND ANDDD THEIR DYNAMIC 🥺🥺🥺😭 i adoreeee how u depict them they’re the softest husbands ever……#THE FIRST ONE MADE ME CRYYYY I’M SO :((( toru using him as a pillow ….. sugu helping nanako w the gym …. :’3 i love them sm #sugu is a pkmn kid in my brain but the idea of him being awful at video games is SO fcking funny to me 😭😭😭😭#HE’S TRYING HIS BEST OK he just wants to help his beloved daughter :((((#the stars are suchhh a nice touch too T_T #and dare i say ur sugu is one of the most handsome sugus out there i LOVE the way u draw him he’s so gorgeous 💔💔#THE SECOND ONE IS SOOOO CUTE TOO THEY’RE THE BFS EVER… sugu recharging 🥺🥺#and toru on his ds…. unbothered king <3333 #if rombitzy has a million fans im one of them if rombitzy has one fan its me if rombitzy has no fans that means i am no longer on this eart #etc etc #i love u i would die for u #stsg nation im summoning u for more fluffy stsg art <333 i would beat all the pkmn gyms for u if u wanted me to #mwah mwah mwah #fanart ✩

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plumadot · 1 year ago

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I am obsessed with your art style, it is just way too cute!! Is there any way I could request a little Mumbo doodle?

puns with a bird <3

#this was quite difficult but i hope he looks as cute as he is :D #mumbo jumbo #grian #secret life smp #life smp #plume art #ask

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emoisthenewemu · 5 months ago

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“Ella Baila Sola” ~ Hanta Sero x F! Reader

Hispanic! Hanta Sero x Hispanic! Reader

This idea came to me suddenly and I just had to write it I love him sm <3 . Also i tried to leave it open to interpretation on exactly what kind of Hispanic Sero is but just know everyone here is Mexican leaning!

Summary: Your so-called “date” invited you to a baile only to tell you he doesn’t like to dance. Sero sees you dancing all by yourself and wants to fix that.

Cw: AU! w no powers, porn w plot!, p in v, College AU! Hanta, SMUTT, dirty talk, drinking, weed smoking, spanish-speaking, reader is apprehensive about leaving with Sero at first but ultimately decides to go with him, cheating-kind of not really

CHARACTERS ARE 21+ MDNI

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“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

You sulk, kicking up dirt with your botas as you glare at the stupid man that brought you here. He was cute, tall, had a decent job and a nice truck. He was one of your loyal story likers so you figured there would be no harm in saying yes when he invited you out on a date. To a baile of all places! You were impressed and seriously excited, having looked forward to this all week. You worked extra hard trying to find a cute outfit, even getting a chance to wear the new pink BB belt you’ve been dying to bust out ever since you bought it. Your hair was meticulously styled, makeup done all nice and sparkly and you wore your most expensive perfume (you also wore your shortest skirt). Needless to say, you looked forward to going out and dancing the night away with a handsome guy who’s had his eye on you for a while.

“Don’t look at me like that bruh! You can dance with one of my friends or something” Your date shrugs, popping open a bottle of beer as he sits on the tailgate of his truck. Your eyes dart over to his friends that you were previously introduced to, unable to hide the grimace on your face as they eye you up and down.

“No thanks” You grumble, crossing your arms as you look out onto the rancho, watching as the crowd of people dance around. The puff of dirt being kicked up in the air is just a reminder that you are not having a good time while everyone else is. “So what the fuck do you even do at a baile when you don’t dance?! Just sit there and drink and smoke?”

“Pretty much” He nods, sparking up a blunt and you whine.

You snatch it from his hands, mumbling something about them being losers and take a few puffs. You’re going to need something to entertain you if you really are going to be dancing with a bunch of people you didn’t know. But you are determined to have fun and you look cute, if he doesn’t want to dance with you then someone surely will. So you stomp away towards the crowd with a determined look on your face.

Sero is sat at one of the chairs on the opposite side of the yard. His eyes are stuck on you-not that you’ve noticed with all the huffing and puffing. He is visiting home from college and due to it only being a two-hour drive his friends decided to tag along too. It’s funny really, he even leant Kaminari a pair of his boots and he says he looks like a real Takuache. He doesn’t expect any of them to dance besides Ashido of course. That was the whole reason she tagged along in the first place. A few of his cousins have joined, one of them is determined to teach Mina how to perfect the art of Huapango.

“How do you not fall in love when you’re that close?” The pink haired girl observed the way the couples in front of them dance. Lord knows if a mysterious sexy man wrapped an arm around her waist and spun her around, practically grinding on her the way some of these people are-she’d fall for him on the spot.

“That’s what makes it fun” Sero smiles, he had every intent of going out to meet girls tonight. Work his charm and get close to a few of them before never speaking again. But he watches you-all by yourself and yet you don’t seem to care. A smile on your face as your hips and feet move in sync with the music, that tiny top and skirt of yours comes dangerously close to exposing you. But it never does.

As time passes he finds that he cannot stop looking at you. He doesn’t even mean to. In fact, he tried to make a point of ignoring it once Kaminari had mentioned you seemed to have pulled up with some guy.

Some guy that let you dance all by yourself. What a shame, he thinks. He’d never do that to a girl as beautiful as you.

“Stop being a bitch and go ask her to dance!” Hanta’s cousin pushed him in the shoulder, snapping him out of the trance that was you. Every time he looked your way he needed a good five minutes before he could look at anything else.

“Oooh! Ask if she wants a shot!” Mina squeals, shoving the bottle into her classmate’s chest. And he cannot even protest because the shouts of his friends and family are loud enough that he can’t get a word in.

For some reason, there is a pit in his stomach. His legs feel like jelly and he takes in a shaky breath before walking forward. He shakes his limbs loose a bit, reminding himself he is not a bitch and has done this plenty of times before. But for some reason you make him nervous, you are just so pretty and eye catching to him. The jewels of your belt sparkle and the matching pink top make you easy to spot out. The man clears his throat, finally within arms length of you.

You take notice of him, seeing as you were no longer dancing, in the process of walking back to your date to let him know you’ll just have one of your friends pick you up. He is also blocking your path, you can see the truck off in the distance before his large body blocks your view. You look up, he’s tall and handsome. He has that Peso Pluma haircut that you are embarrassingly in to, stubble pricking at his chin and jaw area, with big dark eyes. His button up is neatly tucked in to his jeans, a nice belt with a large buckle that you don’t doubt was expensive. His botas look nice and clean but upon further inspection you can tell he’s put them to use. He has a chain sticking out beneath the unbuttoned part of his shirt, a bit of chest hair poking out. He smiles kindly, for some reason you don’t feel intimidated by the large man standing in front of you. “¿Quieres?” He offers the bottle out towards you.

“Buchanas?” You sound obviously disappointed and he thinks the way you scrunch your nose in disgust is so adorable.

He laughs at your unimpressed expression. “¿No te gustas?”

“Mmm not really” You shake your head but the more you look at him, the more you want to take a shot of this sexy stranger’s bottle. He seems to be with a group, you spot a few girls there too so the thought that he might be a creep doesn’t really come up. “¿Tienes tequila?”

He laughs again, shaking his head no. “That’s crazyyy. How come all the pretty girls are into tequila? Shit tastes like rubbing alcohol”

“Not even!” You defend yourself. “If you stick to it all night you won’t get sick!”

“Mm” He nods, obviously not taking your words into consideration. The way he stares at you is starting to make you nervous, his ability to maintain eye contact is impressive. You want to tear away from his pretty eyes but find it hard to. A devious smirk makes its way onto his face. “So no shot?” You look up at him teasingly, crossing one of your feet behind the other as your neck begins to hurt from looking up at him for so long. And you giggle before trying to grab it from his hands but he won’t let you. “Nah, let me pour it for you” You raise an eyebrow, warning him to not pour too much but he pinky promises that he won’t.

“Eugh!” You groan, wiping your mouth as your breath suddenly feels hot. The bitter taste enveloping your tastebuds as you try to breathe it out.

“Esooo” He teases, patting you on the back almost proudly. “So you wanna dance?”

You’re about to say yes when you remember your date. The one who brought you here in the first place. Shit. He probably watched that whole thing happen. Hanta notices the hesitant look on your face, turning around to see whatever the hell you were looking at. You both look at your date-Antonio yeah that’s his name, you almost forgot. He looks mad and his friends seem to be laughing, yet they don’t move from their spot. The man at the center of them is holding his beer close to his chest as he very obviously stares the two of you down. “Your boyfriend really lets you dance by yourself?”

“He’s not my boyfriend” You answer but remain frozen in place.

“So let’s go dance” He gestures his head towards the sea of dancing bodies and you want to, you really do. But you stay looking at stupid Antonio whom you were supposed to be spending time with. Hanta notices your hesitancy, eyes darting back to your date. “Okay pues, let’s go ask him”

And you are about to reject the idea but Sero has already taken off walking, taking rather large steps to avoid you catching up and trying to stop him. As embarrassed and anxious as you are, it’s extremely attractive how determined this man is to dance with you. He better be good with all of this drama he’s about to cause. “¡Oye muchacho!” He calls out and once you hear his voice you pick up the pace. Your eyes widen as you come to a halt, somewhat hiding behind him as you feel yourself shrink beneath the glares of the men in front of you. “¿Puedo bailar con su chica?”

“Huh?” The dumb look on his face is embarrassing, you cringe as Hanta looks at you with an unimpressed expression. As if to ask if this is really the guy you showed up with? It had to be a mistake.

You roll your eyes, you thought he spoke at least a little bit of Spanish. “He asked if I can dance with him” You translate.

Antonio grows silent, eyes darting between the two of you before finally shrugging nonchalantly. Like he doesn’t even care. “Do whatever you want” He tries to laughs it off before taking a sip of his beer. “Let him take your ass home too”

You roll your eyes but Sero only nods. “Bet” The men stare each other down a bit while you awkwardly watch, still slightly cowering behind your knight in shining denim. He turns around and you follow, the man slowing down a bit to make sure you now walk ahead of him-he hates the way those guys are staring at your ass. “M’sorry hermosa I never even asked your name. Promise I’m usually nicer than that”

You laugh it off, assuring that it’s okay because you never even introduced yourself either. “Y/N”

He grabs your hand, kissing the back of it. “I’m Hanta” He placed the bottle down on his now empty seat. “Let’s go dance Y/N”

It was definitely worth it. You danced for hours. Antonio who? You only know Hanta who dances better than any one you’d been with before. After a certain point it’s hard to even remember that you did not show up with him, it feels like you’ve met him before. You trust him to lead, the way he spins you around and moves his hips is intoxicating. The two of you are completely in-sync, not a single mistep as the loud noises of drums and trumpets blare in your ears. You even let him pick you up a bit, swinging you over his leg just to bring you right back. You can tell he’s been dancing ever since he was a kid. At first the two of you kept a cute distance, bodies still pressed together but a slight gap at your chests. A timid hand on his shoulder as he whispered silly things in your ear. Anything to make you laugh which he has now discovered is a top ten sound of all time. His hand was right at the middle of your back but it seemed that every time you made your way around the dance floor, every time you passed your date who still had yet to leave, his hand would inch a bit lower. And the more you talked, as he told you he was a college student just visiting town for the weekend to see family, you began to grow more comfortable with him. How could you not? Bodied pressed together so close, an unexplainable heat building between the two of you. You begin to get closer to one another, chests now touching as his hand is now settled at the waistband of your skirt, guiding your hips to sway with his. His thumb has somehow tucked itself beneath the fabric. He’s so hot it’s stupid, you think and now that you are inches apart you can tell he smells incredibly good too. Not only that but his body is firm, a bit rough even as it is clear he is very built beneath the layers of clothing. The knee in between your legs also seems to inch up a bit, perfectly settled between your tiny denim skirt. Pretty soon your arm has found its way wrapped around his neck and the more you talk you begin to simply rest your forehead’s together. You can’t tell if he’s doing it on purpose, the way your lips are so close together that you can feel his breath mixing with yours.

“Think your guys getting mad” He teases, pulling his head away a bit to gesture towards the group you had arrived with.

“Good he’s a fuckin’ weirdo” You giggle. “He’s just mad you’re so much hotter than him”

Sero laughs, screaming on the inside because he is so in. He made it, the approving looks on his friends faces also feed his ego, a sly grin after an enthusiastic thunbs-up from Denki. And Mina who mouths about how hot you are. “Nah I think he’s just mad I stole his pretty girl away” His hand is rubbing the exposed skin of your back now, slowing down a bit as the tempo does the same. “Let’s make him even more mad, yeah?” He whispers that part in your ear, his deep voice goes straight to your core.

You nod shyly, unaware of what his idea of making Antonio jealous is. “Can I?” He asks again and you nod yes even though you aren’t sure what he’s asking. You squeal in delight when his hand that has remained so respectful until now reaches beneath your skirt to give your ass a squeeze, he all but groans at the feeling of plush skin all exposed thanks to the tiny thong you’re wearing. His hand goes back up, choosing to rest itself in your back pocket instead before he spins you around so that you are perfectly aligned with your old date’s line of sight. He winks and gives you another squeeze through the fabric, hoping the smug look on his face is detectable from all the way over here. It seems that it is because that just happens to be Antonio’s last straw as he visibly stands up, chugging the rest of his beer before him and his friends leave the party for good. The rev of his engine is unbearably loud and almost as obnoxious as the cloud of dust his tires picked up.

You don’t care, only laughing as you ask him if they actually up and left. “Sure did, I told you he was jealous princesa. Don’t worry, I’ll get you home safe”

“Mm I dunno” You mumble, God you want to go home with him so bad. But you’ve spent your whole life not trusting any man-even if he is extremely hot. He’s leading you away from the dancing, a cautious hand on the small of your back as he leads you through the crowd. “I can just have my friend pick me up. He doesn’t live far”

“He?!” Hanta stops in place and you bump into him on accident, trying to get your footing right but he catches you easily. “You’re breaking my heart” He brings a hand to his chest, pouting down at you as he wipes away an imaginary tear.

You cannot stop the laughter from leaving your mouth, slapping him on the chest lightly. “It’s not like that! We grew up together! And he would not like me going home with a strange man I’ve never met before”

“Sounds like a good guy” His response surprises you, you were expecting a bit more pushback. “I get it, if you’re not comfortable letting me take you home then I understand” You smile thankfully and he squeezes your hand in reassurance before continuing to lead you through the crowd. “Just let me know mamas”

He introduces you to his friends-some classmates from school who seem absolutely thrilled to meet you. The guy mentions how he’s never seen his friend pull such a babe before and earns a smack upside the head. The girl immediately comments on your belt, squealing about how much she loves the bling. His cousins are just as friendly as he is, his girl cousin even asks if you have a ride home or if you wanted one of them to take you. And you talk with them for a while, starting to feel very welcomed by the group and you even smoke another blunt with them. You dance a bit with the girls too, you even dance one song with a guy but you make sure to maintain a respectful distance between the two of you. You were going to say no at first but Mina assured that her friend wouldn’t mind, besides she thinks it’d be funny to see him jealous. And he is, as soon as the song is over he goes to scoop you away and bring you back to the chairs, forcing you to sit on his lap.

“You’re not mad are you?” You ask, noticing the way he is now holding onto you like he’s afraid you might run away.

“Nah you came to a baile to dance right?” He laughs, shifting you in his lap so he can get a better look at you. He tucks away a piece of hair behind your ear, going back to that same intense eye contact that made your stomach queasy earlier. “And I dance way better than that cabrón, don’t I?”

His hand squeezes your thigh and you smile, running your acrylics down his jawline. The man eases into your touch, groaning softly at how good it feels. “Yeah you do”

There is so much need shared between the look in your eyes. He does not fail to notice the way your eyes seem to constantly dart down to his pink lips. His hand continues to play with your hair, lightly running through the strands. His other arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as his hand rests on your thigh. “So pretty” He compliments as his eyes take in your entire figure, scanning you up and down. “Mm, you look so cute. Like a pretty little doll” He plays with the end of your shirt before bringing his hand down the side of your skirt, resting once it meets the exposed area of your thigh. You lean into him, enjoying the way he makes you feel so confident and appreciated. “Dame un besito” He’s grabbing your chin and the way you go for it is almost automatic.

You cannot think of anything but him, not an inch of space between the two of you as your lips begin to move in sync. His kiss is firm, needy and you whine when he licks your lip in an attempt to get more of you. You open your mouth, allowing his tongue to press against yours. His grip on your chin remains strong, moving your head along with the way his tongue moves. He has no shame of groaning into the kiss, fighting the urge to pull away and breathe because he craves all of you. He’ll miss you when you have to pull apart. He whines when you are the first to do it, biting your lip in an attempt to halt your escape. The both of of you are left gasping for air-goofy smiles on either of your faces.

There is a moment of silence as the song being played in the background ends, the only noise being the chattering of the party-goers, as the banda readies up for another song. The strobe lights paint your face green, then red, then blue as Hanta looks up at you with the feeling that he’s never wanted anything more in his life than to have you. He’s not even drunk, the effects of the blunt are starting to wear off too. But he just wants you so badly that the cannot think properly. All he knows is that you are just the type of girl he’d go for, it’s a shame you’re such a long distance away or else he’d wife you up for real. You seem like perfect girlfriend material.

“Lets dance a few more songs then get outta here” He suggests, hoping to God you will say yes.

“Mkay” You giggle before going in for another kiss.

He keeps true to his word and you get up a few moments after to go dance some more. This time he is holding you flush against him, his knee almost painfully close to to the spot where you crave him the most, even worse is when the music slows down and he sways your hips over him. You’re practically sitting on his thigh by that point and the friction is enough to make a certain wetness begin to pool at the thin material of your panties. He knows damn well what he is doing. A now constant smile on his face as his hand rests comfortably in your back pocket, squeezing whenever he feels like it. He even leans down to give you soft kisses every now and then, some of them even making their way down to your neck. He is teasing you, uncomfortably so to the point where you want to just beg him to take you to his car and fuck you right there. But you’re not desperate (you swear) and you want him to be the one who breaks. A particularly drawn out part of the song plays, all of the instruments silent as they wait for the cue to start back up again. He is rolling you over his thigh, not even caring to be gentle with the way he grinds you against him and a soft moan leaves your lips.

The banda starts going at it again and he spins you around, back to dancing normally. You whine, bringing a hand up to play with his hair. “Let’s get out of here Hanta” You whisper into his ear. And you definitely do not have to tell him twice because he immediately drags you over to the table where his friends and family are at. He announces that he will be taking you home, double checking that Ashido and Kaminari will be all good going back with his cousins. And they all bid you goodbye with big, knowing smiles on their faces.

He’s leading you out of the party, a cautious hand around your waist to make sure you don’t slip on the rocky terrain. By the time you reach the truck your boy best friend is calling, having seen the text that some dude is going to take you home. “Hello?” Hanta watches you curiously, the way you pout and groan as it is clear whoever is on the other side of the phone is scolding you. You argue a bit back and forth insisting that he’s a good guy and you’ll be okay. “Ugh fine Kiri! You’re so annoying!” You hold out the phone to Hanta, who only furrows his eyebrows. “He wants to talk to you”

And much to your surprise Hanta does not hesitate, grabbing the phone as he opens the passenger door for you. He helps you get up into the truck and shuts the door behind you. He is still on the phone, standing outside as he paces back and forth, you try to roll down the window to hear whatever the hell he might be saying but have no luck. Sero makes his way back to the truck, obviously wrapping up the phone call. “All right man I got you” He laughs and you watch in shock. “No problem bro…take care” And then he hangs up as you continue to stare in disbelief at the fact that he managed to sweet talk the most judgmental friend you have. “What?”

He is eager to find somewhere to take you, sadly he can’t bring you back home because his mom would absolutely kill him for sleeping with a girl under her roof. So he has to settle for a spot he use to go to with his cousin when they would ditch school-a viewpoint hidden from most civilization. And he has to remind himself that you are precious cargo so he shouldn’t be driving so fast, so reckless as his need for you grows stronger with every passing second. His knuckles are almost turning white with the way he grips the steering wheel, his knee bouncing up and down impatiently as he imagines himself tearing you apart. He looks over at you every now and then, just to make sure you’re okay. That you’re comfortable. But every time you catch his eye you smile sweetly at him-squeezing his hand and subconsciously bringing it close to slipping beneath your skirt. Or maybe you’re doing it on purpose, he hopes so. Finally the truck comes to a stop, he has you right where he wants you.

A part of him wants you grab you in his arms and throw you back there himself, manhandle you the way he craves. But he won’t-he wants to at least try and be a gentleman (even though he’s fully ready to fuck you in the truck). He wishes it could be more romantic. “You wanna go to the back mamas?”

“Mhmm” You mumble, pecking his lips before jumping over the center console, purposefully sticking your ass out as you make your way over. He gets the most perfect peek of your lacy pink thong as your skirt rides up and his jaw drops open, a low groan exiting his mouth.

He’s not sure how long this gentleman act will last. Hanta fucks nasty and all he can think about is turning you into a shaking, slobbery mess. He joins you in the back, pulling up his seat a bit to give the two of you some more room. He manspreads between two seats, smirking over at you as he pats his lap for you to sit on. “C’mere”

You oblige, gasping in delight when you sit on his painfully hard length-the feeling of it poking you through his jeans is unmistakable. He notices your reaction, the way your thighs squeeze together to rub against him. He fixes you so you are straddling his thigh, the same one he was grinding you against when dancing. Your lips finally meet in a heated kiss, your hand pressing flat against his chest to play with the medalla beneath his shirt. And when his tongue enters your mouth you both moan unashamedly, his hands behind to slide down to grope your ass beneath that slutty little skirt he thinks is so cute. The second he brings your hips down to rub your clothed pussy against his thigh you’re done for-you can’t help but pull apart to let out a soft moan. “Mm” He whines-pulling apart to look down at you. You are now rubbing against him by your own volition, throwing your head back when he begins to kiss at the exposed skin at your chest. “You like riding my thigh baby?”

You should be embarrassed with the way you moan at his words. But you can’t help it, he’s been teasing you for so long and you’re so wet. “Come on pretty, I asked you a question” He grabs you by the cheeks to look at him and you try to avoid eye contact but can’t

Suddenly you feel shy, a warmth spreading in your chest. “Y-yeah feels so good baby” You continue to rock your hips but you are growing frustrated as you rub against the somewhat rough fabric. If you go any faster it would hurt, your lips growing sensitive with the friction created by his jeans. “But I want more” You whine, bringing the hand on his chest down to play with the buttons of his shirt.

He assists you in taking it off, unbuckling his belt so he can untuck it from his jeans. You do not bother to hide the way you stare at his toned body, bringing a finger to run up and down his muscles. He kisses you again, loving the way you are practically eating him up with your eyes. He wants you to touch him, his heart flutters when you scratch your nails up his biceps. “M’gonna take care of you pretty girl. Don’t worry”

He takes off your shirt, kissing between the valley of your breasts as your hands fumble down to unzip his jeans. His kisses are hot and open mouthed as he bites and sucks at every bit of skin he can, one of his hands is still lazily gripping your ass, continuing to roll you against him. The other hand is now making its way beneath your bra, squeezing the fleshy mound in a way that is so satisfying to him. And you have found the opportunity to stick your hand down his pants, he groans the second your hand grips him through his briefs. His lip attaches to your nipple, sucking the sensitive skin and flicking his tongue over the bud. You both are whining messes, sloppy movements as your hand finally slips past the fabric of his underwear. He moans into your nipple as you squeeze the tip, finally getting the opportunity to jerk him with your hand. “Fuck” He groans, turning his attention to your other breast which has been poorly neglected. He’s letting out sweet noises of pleasure into your skin, pulling you down harder on his leg as he cannot help the way his hips buckle into your touch-so desperate to have you.

Desperate. Yes, he is so desperate it almost hurts to not be inside you. So he leans forward, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you up as his free hand digs into the center console. You are pressed against the drivers seat and somehow neither of your movements stop. You continue jerking him as his lips remain latched around your nipple, absentmindedly digging his hand through the various little things he keeps in his car. And finally, he finds exactly what he was looking for.

You pull apart, sitting up slightly so he can pull his jeans further down. You watch in awe when his length finally springs out, slapping him in the stomach with a glossy tip covered in precum. He just looks so good, why would you not watch as he tears the condom open with his teeth? Bare chest visibly going up and down with each heavy breath, his abs are starting to glow with the thin layer of sweat coating them. He notices your staring, a cheeky grin making its way onto his face.

“You look so good” Your compliment makes his dick twitch and he doesn’t even say anything. He answers by rolling your skirt up your hips and pulling down your cute little thong.

His hands get comfortable on your hips, holding you back from him so he can get a perfect view of your glossy pussy. He moans aloud at the sight, bringing his thumb into his mouth to collect some spit before bringing it down to your clit, rubbing soft circles. Your hips stutter forward, audible whines leaving your mouth as he simply slides a finger up and down your pussy, gathering as much slick as he can before pulling away-a small string leaving with him. “Got such a pretty pussy” He cannot stop the words leaving his mouth, he hopes you’re into dirty talking because he knows he won’t be able to shut the fuck up the second he gets inside you. Finally his hands pull you closer but he chooses to slide his dick up and down your folds, somehow finding the willpower in himself to tease you even more as his tip brushes against your clit. “You get all wet like this for me princess?”

“Mhmm” Your cries are almost pathetic as you try to push your hips down onto his. Your hand attempts to grab at his cock to just put it in already but he slaps it away. “Pleaseee baby….I just want you so bad”

He laughs, mocking you as he puts in just the tip before stopping and you cry aloud again. “Sorry mama. You just sound so good begging for this dick” You clench around him and lean forward to kiss the side of his face.

“You’re being meann” You complain and that makes him give in, slowly sliding you down his length as it knocks the wind out of you. “Aggh..so big” You cry out as you now feel completely stuffed, your eyes roll to the back of your head when he pulls himself out of you only to snap his hips back in again. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you grow accustomed to his size.

“Fuckk baby” Sero throws his head back, guiding your movements for you as your walls clamp down on him in a way that makes his toes curl. His thrusts are starting to grow a bit harder, you cry out at the way it feels like all of your spots are being perfectly hit. You feel stretched out in a way you’ve never been before, you even find yourself wiping away some drool from the corner of your lip. “Squeezing me so good…m’all up inside you mamas” His words go straight to your head. He encourages you to sit up straight, a hand falling down to your stomach to press down at the slight bulge forming with every thrust. “Feel me right there?”

“Fuck!” You curse, legs twitching at the dirty words leaving his mouth. “Yes Hanta feel you so deep”

You begin to bounce down on his cock, ignoring the way your head sometimes bumps against the roof of his truck when you go up. It’s worth it, the way he isn’t afraid to moan is definitely the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed. Most of the guys you slept with before seem embarrassed to let out any sound that wasn’t a grunt or some heavy breathing. So boring. Not Hanta, he’s full of surprises you’ve come to find out. You’re certain you will remember his slutty noises for the rest of your life. Damn, how are you supposed to hook up with one of the lame guys in your town when you know Sero is walking around with the best dick you’ve had in your life?

This cannot do, you need to make sure this is a night he will never forget. You want him to think of you when he’s at his next college party chatting up some girl.

“You fuck me so good hermoso” You praise, making sure to look him dead in the eye when you spit in your hand before bringing it just below his shaft to give some attention to his balls. Slowing your movements slightly to make it a bit easier-you roll the sacs between your glistening fingers. And you smile when he moans so loud, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he looks down to where the two of you are connected. You take the opportunity to kiss his neck mumbling about how good he is for you. “Hermoso cariño” You coo, licking up the shell of his ear which makes him visibly shiver. “You gonna cum for me?”

For a second Hanta was so lost in the pleasure that he forgot he was supposed to be the one in control here. His mouth wide open as he could no longer think with the way you are just doing everything right. He could cum right there like you were asking but he is fighting the urge, you need to cum first or else he’ll be mad at himself. That thought is enough to snap him out of it. He stops your movements, grabbing both of your wrists as his chest heaves up and down with every breath. “Lean back”

You do as told, resting against the back of the drivers seat as he slides a bit lower. He brings both of your hands behind your back, his own hand big and strong enough that he only needs one. And he leans forward to kiss your stomach before planting his feet firmly against the floor. He goes back to fucking you, using the arms behind your back as leverage to pull you closer, fuck you even deeper as his hips rise completely off the seat. You all but scream at the sudden roughness, his pace is brutal enough that you cannot speak. Only able to whine and cry but not coherent enough to make out a single word. Yes, this is what he wanted-to fuck you stupid until you’re walking funny. The whole truck is bouncing with his every thrust, a very obvious squeaking noise as the man below you pounds into as if you were his own personal fucktoy.

You try to talk but can only let out gasps of air. That mixed with feeble squeals that are involuntarily being let out. If you had any power here you’d break free from his grip, pulling away as you try to halt his movements. It’s too much, you feel so overwhelmed, your whole body fills with tingles. Your head begins to spin, a ringing in your ears as you feel hot to the touch. “Ohh, ohh fuck gonna cum baby”

“Do it” He begs, fucking you even harder, his thrusts are unforgiving and somehow don’t falter in the slightest. If anything it feels like he is growing stronger the longer he fucks you. “Let it out baby, make a mess on me please. Please I want it so bad”

He sounds so whiny and desperate that it pushes you over the edge, vision going white as pleasure washes over you. So satisfying it makes your eyes roll back as the man finally slows down to make sure he catches every single facial expression you make. Your walls flutter around him, causing his dick to twitch inside of you. He’s close but he’s not done with you yet. “Just a little bit more” He swears, noticing the way your body has visibly weakened after such a harsh fucking. He wraps one arm around your waist and another goes to pull you down by the shoulder. Pulling you closer he fucks up into you, slow and exaggerated. “So good I just need more” He whines, digging his face into your chest before he speeds up a bit.

Your hands claw at his back before one of them settles on tugging on his hair, mouth agape as he uses you. You’re so tired, eyes cannot even remain open as you squeal aloud in delight with the way he fucks you into overstimulation. He’s so deep inside you can practically feel your guts being rearranged, a nasty squelch from your juices with every messy thrust. “Hear that baby?”

Squelch. Your pussy is practically drooling onto him. “Heh she’s fucking talking to me” He looks down, clearly in another world of his own as his hips begin to stutter. Eyes locked on your sticky pussy. “Mm fuck think she loves me”

He doesn’t know what he’s saying, his hips are twitching and he pulls you closer if that was even possible. Sero is stuck in a trance, a familiar knot filling his lower stomach as it is clear he’s just as fucked out as you are. “She’s tellin’ me that no one’s ever fucked her this good…fuck! Gonna miss me”

Your thighs are shaking, whole stomach tightens as another orgasm approaches. His dick is pressed right against the spot you need him the most, rolling you over again and again, somehow it feels like he is growing deeper. That’s it, right there.

“Mm right there baby?” He asks and you can only nod, not even realizing you had said it out loud. He gives one final sloppy thrust as he finally allows himself to let go, moaning loudly as he releases into the condom. But he continues to fuck into you, whimpers and whines leave his throat as he finds he just does not want to stop.

And your eyes are practically crossed, gasping through the way he is getting to know every square inch of your pussy. It’s enough you make you cum again and he is very reactive to your breaking point, groaning deeply as he can feel you coming undone around him. “Ohhh fuck!” You mewl before resting your forehead on his shoulder.

The two of you gasp for air, simply holding each other as his dick remains still inside you. He relaxes his arms around your waist, hugging you before digging his face into your soft, supple skin. He kisses the flesh just below your breast, licking slightly as the salty taste of sweat gets to know his mouth. You remain silent for a while trying to come back down to Earth as you hold each other close. “Let’s get you cleaned up mamas”

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Hanta Sero kept his promise and got you home safe. Walking you up to your front door and giving you a sweet kiss before you went inside. He promises that he will call you the next morning and you really hope he will. But you highly doubt it, he’s supposed to head back to College soon anyways so you are certain he will forget all about you. It’s not like the two of you were dating, nor had you met before this. He was just a stranger you had a one night stand with, right?

When you wake up the next morning you don’t bother to check your phone, a pit in your stomach as you are afraid to face the truth that he most likely did not call. You make your coffee first, complete your morning routine before finally taking it off the charger.

1 missed call. Unknown number.

Hey pretty girl, it’s Hanta

Call me when you wake up

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A/N OMG this came out just how i wanted it im so happy. Not me in my writing era. If you made it all the way to the end ty for reading!! <3

#mha x reader #mha #mha hanta sero #hanta sero #sero x reader #hanta x reader #hanta sero x reader #my hero academia #mha smut #hanta sero smut #hispanic!hanta #kinktober #hanta sero x you

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astermath · 2 years ago

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“So? Whatever.”

pairing: dave lizewski x popular!fem!reader

summary: The preppy girl that just about everyone admires has more in common with Dave than he expects. He doesn’t quite know how to handle this information, but it excites him nonetheless.

word count: 2K

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notes: I haven’t written something like this in a good while, so please bear with me if I’m rusty or there are some mistakes here and there. Reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, I tried to be as non descriptive as possible about her appearance. I do love writing a bit of a mean reader like this, but don’t worry, she’ll warm up to him. This fic takes place in senior year for age purposes, I’m pretty much fully ignoring the timeline of the film. Comments and/or requests are super welcome btw!! Hope you enjoy!! <3

(ps this will get a part two don’t worry xx)

To Dave, girls like you were unreachable. You could hear about them, you could listen to them talk in the hallways, sneak a glance their way… But talk to them? Any single one of their group would consider that social suicide. The only reason any of them even looked in his direction was to ask him to do their homework. So why in god’s name were you at his locker? Why were you acknowledging his existence at all?

“What’s that?” You leaned against the locker next to his, pointing at the piece of a comic book panel he’d taped to the door. It pictured Spider-man putting on his mask for the first time, something Dave looked to when he needed some motivation for the day.

He struggled to get basically any words out, still not fully registering that you’re within such close range. He could smell you… God that was really weird to think about, he felt like a creep already, but you just… Smelled really nice. Like vanilla, mixed with something sweet. He realized he hadn’t answered your question yet and was just staring in front of him like a weirdo. “O-Oh, yeah, that’s uh… That’s Spider-man. It’s this… This superhero I like.” He adjusted the strap of his backpack to keep his hands busy.

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “Duh, I know who Spider-man is, please.” You couldn’t help but think he was doing anything to avoid looking into your eyes, as if you’d turn him to stone if he dared to do so. Which, yes, was exactly how he felt.

“I wanted to know which comic that was from. The art style looks a lot different than the ones I’ve seen.” Now this part was pretty much making his teenage brain short circuit. He probably didn’t hear that right, there’s no way a popular girl like you read comics, right? This had to be some kind of elaborate joke, like you were trying to pull a prank on him by making him ramble about his favorite superheroes. However, he wasn’t close minded. Even if this was a prank, at least you were talking to him, right?

“Yeah, sorry, I uh… Forget he’s a pretty popular character sometimes. This one’s from a collector’s edition. One of the pages was kinda falling apart so I just… Taped my favorite panel to my locker.” Again, he tried to look anywhere else, but it felt rude not to be making eye contact with the person who’s trying to give you a chance at a conversation. His eyes met yours and he realised he hadn’t ever actually seen you up close like this. You were really pretty, he knew that, but he never noticed these particular things about you before. The way your hair framed your features so nicely, the little beauty mark that seemed to be somehow perfectly placed, or the way a dimple appeared on your right cheek when you smiled.

“Hopefully you didn’t pay too much for it, those things cost like, a fortune.” You followed, snapping him out of his haze as you twirled a piece of hair between your index and middle finger. Dave was much taller than you, so you had to look up to match his gaze, which was already hard since he kept avoiding your eyes. You never realized how much he’d matured since freshman year. He looked pretty cute… Really cute, actually.

“S-So, uhm, I really don‘t wanna be rude, but…” He closed his locker before looking at you with a rather awkward expression. “Why are you here? Why are you… talking to me?” Honestly, not an unjustified question. Dave was often the subject of bullying, and the popular girls clique made no exception to that rule. He doesn’t remember you specifically doing anything, although... He has a vague memory of you being in the car with those jocks when they threw spoiled milk at him.

“What? A girl can’t talk to her fellow classmate? This is a free country, you know.” You pretended to be a little hurt by his assumption that you were probably just here to make fun of him. In all honesty he was still a little dumbfounded by this whole ordeal, and the fact that half the people that passed you were giving you two weird looks really wasn’t helping. “You know I sit behind you in English, right?” He responds by nodding. He is painfully aware of this fact, as your friends had expressed their empathy for you when your seat was assigned behind him, though you honestly didn’t mind. And also the fact that he got a fair share of gossip from you and your best friend always whispering to each other. “Well,” you flipped a bit of hair over your shoulder. “I saw you had a copy of Birth of Venom in your backpack, and I... Wanted to ask if I could borrow it...” You looked to the side, muttering the last part. As much as you tried not to care what people thought, you did have a bit of a reputation that you were stuck to. Liking comics wasn’t for you, you were a cheerleader, you went to parties, you liked shopping. Okay, you secretly liked comics.

Dave looked at you with a puzzled expression. “I-I’m sorry, can you repeat tha--”

“Can I borrow your stupid comic or what?” You interrupted him, clearly looking a bit embarrassed.

“Oh!” His face was getting hot, this conversation was lasting way longer than he imagined it would. Usually he’d have his face shoved into his locker by now. “U-Uhm, sure! It’s a bit expensive, but... Well, just don’t damage it, please.” He took his backpack off his shoulder and was about to pull it out before you grabbed his arm.

“Not here you dumbass! Just, like... Ugh, meet me at my car after school’s over, you can hand it to me then.” You were acting like this was some kind of illegal drug deal, but this truly was something important to you. Your dad had already made it very clear that he didn’t want his little girl becoming some kind of tomboy and have her mind run rampant with superhero stories. Especially with this Kickass guy running around...

The bell rang and you silently thanked it for doing so. “Look, I gotta go. White Corvette, by the vending machines.” You walked past him, and a waft of that lovely vanilla scent hit his nose. He damn near melted into the floor when your arm brushed against his. “Later, Lizewksi.”

You leaned against the hood of your car, scrolling on your phone as you waited for the brunette to show up. You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty that you were just meeting him in secret like this. It’s not like you were embarrassed to be seen with him, or that you didn’t like him, it’s just that liking comics and superheroes was just about the dorkiest thing anyone could be into. Especially with Kickass running around, and, well, kicking ass, people would probably be thinking you’d be into this whole vigilante business yourself. Sure, you thought it was cool that people were doing something about all the crime, but you’d rather die than mess up your hair beating some thug’s ass.

You noticed someone approaching and noticed that Dave wasn’t alone. With a bit of a disgusted expression, you gestured to his two sidekicks. “I don’t remember inviting the entire geek entourage to come see me. This isn’t some kinda meet and greet, you know.” Todd and Marty seemed, just like Dave before, a little shocked that you were talking to them.

“S-Sorry, they just uh...” Dave began.

“We didn’t believe him.” Todd followed.

“...believe what?” You questioned, crossing your arms.

“That a chick like you was into comics.” Marty said, before Todd smacked him on the back of the head. “Dude! Don’t say it like that!”

You got a bit flustered, and looked at Dave. “You told them!? What the fuck, Lizewski?”

“I-I’m sorry!” He held up his hands. “They were asking me what we were talking about, and... I panicked.” They were more so insinuating that he was flirting with her, and he didn’t want that rumor going around, in case your jock brother caught wind of that and beat his ass for flirting with his sister.

You sighed, looking down and pinching the bridge of your nose before waving your hand out in a dismissive manner. “It’s... whatever, just leave. Before I change my mind and throw a bitch fit.” His two friends gave him a suggestive look before heading out. “Those two better not snitch or I’ll cut off their shrimps.” He nodded, just a little intimidated by the threat.

He got out his backpack and handed you the comic. “I’m still surprised I uh... I never knew you were into this stuff.” His breath hitched in his throat when your finger brushed over his as you took it from him. You flipped through it, keeping your eyes on the pages.

“Yeah, well... There’s a lot you don’t know about me, as much as I’m sure you guys love to assume.” You realized you hadn’t even told him your name, so you looked up at him and held out your hand, introducing yourself. You know, out of courtesy.

“I-I know your name, but uhm... I’m Dave.” Your hand felt so soft, your beautifully manicured fingers being a real juxtaposition to his. His hand was much bigger and rougher than yours. You wondered why his hand was so calloused anyways... He didn’t look like he did many sports.

“Wait... Your name isn’t Lizewski?” You chuckled. “Christ, my bad... I always thought that was just your first name.” Your feeling of guilt for the boy before you flared up a bit again. He was being really nice to you, offering you something personal of his that he probably spent a pretty penny on. And you didn’t even know his actual name before. No wonder some people thought you were a bit of a bitch, you thought to yourself.

“Hey, uhm... I know you got a bunch of these, and my dad would kill me if he knew I was reading them. He hates vigilantes, and he thinks reading comics will get me into the whole thing. Stupid, I know, but... He takes it surprisingly seriously.” You put the comic away carefully. “So I have a proposition for you.”

His eyebrows rose a little. A proposition, alright. No big deal. Could be literally anything though.

“Come to my house this Saturday, bring a bunch of these, and I’ll tell my dad you’re coming to tutor me for physics or something.” You tilted your head a little, your locks falling gently over your shoulders. “I’ll pay you. Money’s not a problem. It’ll be like I’m renting them from you.”

He thought for a second, but in all honesty... How was this not a total win/win situation? He got to be in a pretty girl’s room, read comics with her, talk about them and make money. What kind of idiot would say no to that? “Yeah! Sounds good to me, uh... What do you want me to...” His words trailed off as you pulled out a pen and reached for his hand, writing a string of numbers on the back of it.

“I’ll text you the address, and which series I like. I’ll let you do the picking. Oh, and Dave?”

“Y-Yeah?” He felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. This is the closest you’ve ever stood to him.

Your grip on his hand tightens, and you look up at him with a death stare. “Not a word to anyone about this.” You followed with a cutesy smile. “Alrighty?” You let go of his hand and put your stuff away before pulling out your car keys.

Dave stands frozen in place, a faint blush already spread across his cheeks. He swore you were going to be the death of him. He looked down for a second and realized that what you wrote down wasn’t just some random numbers. It was your phone number. It all just suddenly felt very real to him, he’d never gotten a girl’s number before. And you were just about the last person he’d expect it from too.

You got in your car and turned on your engine. “See ya on Saturday, Lizewski! Don’t be late or I’ll kill you!” You smile, before driving off at a totally normal and acceptable speed.

He gave a nervous wave before he looked back down at his hand. There was a little heart scribbled behind the phone number. It probably meant nothing.

But boy did it make his heart flutter.

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