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[shynmighty]

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[pedriache]

Hello hope you're well. Could I maybe please request Pablo Gavi x reader who is sick and also with this prompt "You must love me a lot." "Obviously, idiot" "What now you're insulting a sick person?" Only write this if you want and feel free to include or exclude any of the prompt. Thank you😁

Lovesick — Pablo Gavi.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Fem!Reader

Summary: Being sick was the worst, but luckily you have the best boyfriend in the world.

Word count: 576

Disclaimer/s: reader has a bad cold , otherwise just fluff!

A/N: need this man sooo bad.

Waking up to your head throbbing, was the worst thing in the world, to say the least. Nose stuffed and itchy, the universe clearly wasn’t on your side. Turning over in bed, your lip pulls into a smile. Your boyfriends worried face is the first thing you’re met with, and although you were sickly and nauseous, he still left you with a fluttering stomach.

“Good morning.” He grins tiredly, his voice raspy from sleep. Gavi turns on his side, rolling over to give you a kiss, which you quickly decline.

Dodging his lips, you are quick to explain why when you see the hurt flash across his face. “I’m sick! I woke up and my throat’s burning and my nose is stuffy! I’m not purposely avoiding a kiss, just don’t want to infect you.”

Gavi doesn’t look pleased in the least, not because of the kiss, but because the worry that took over. “You’re sick? How? You seemed fine yesterday.” His eyebrows knit together, hand reaching out to press against your forehead.

“I know, it’s hot, was the first thing I checked. I must’ve got something when I was visiting my family a few days ago and it just kicked in.” You shrug, shuffling to sit upwards but wince, pain shooting through your head.

The brunette takes that as his cue to get up, “lay down, stay there.” He instructs, pulling a shirt over his head and fixing his tussled sleep hair.

“What’re you doing?” You ask, eyebrow lifting in curiosity as you watch your boyfriend maneuver around the bedroom.

“Going to get you water and some meds.” He answers, not giving you another chance to speak as he makes his way out of the bedroom.

Laying back down, you snuggle up in bed to get more comfortable. You make sure to turn away from the blindes, the less light, the better.

It’s not long before Gavi is kneeling on the ground beside your bed, “drink this, take this, and i’ll call your mom to get that soup she makes when she comes over.” He gives you a small, comforting smile.

Your lips jut out, “aww, you must love me a lot.” There’s a teasing tone in your voice, but you really did mean it. Gavi always cared for you without you even having to ask.

“Obviously, idiot.” He huffs, lips pulling into a small smirk.

A gasp leaves your lips while you take the pill and glass of water from his hands. “Oh, so you’re insulting a sick person now?” You feign offense, head shaking in disbelief.

Gavi laughs, “take the meds and get some rest. I’m going to go call your mom.” He leans forward, like an instinct to kiss you, but purses his lips and leans back. “Right, no sickness for me.” So instead, he presses two fingers to his lips then plants them on your soft lips. The makeshift kiss would have to do for now.

“You’re adorable when you want to be, y’know that?” You hum, taking a second to pop the pill into your mouth and taking a sip of water to hide the growing grin on your lips.

Gavi, now standing, raises an eyebrow. “I’m always adorable, what are you talking about?” He’s walking backwards towards the door, hands cupping his cheeks to add a dramatic effect.

Despite how much it hurt, you laugh, your smile reaching your eyes as you watch his figure disappear behind the door.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby @gadriezmannsgirl !

[cfyslvr]

Birthday boy

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→ author's note: okay so I might kill myself 😃 I started working on this fic in the morning and when I was about halfway done, I saved it to drafts- DRAFTS. and what did tumblr do? FUCKING POST IT. PUBLICLY. WHILE IT WAS STILL HALFWAY DONE. and you know what? I didn't even notice that it was posted until someone liked it 😁 so now I have like 2 hours to complete this entire thing, so I'm very sorry if it's rushed or just straight up horrible 🙏🏻 I tried my best

→ summary: spending the night of your bf's birthday alone with him before you have to share him with his friends tomorrow <3

→ content warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, fluff fluff fluff a lot of fluff, possible grammar mistakes, me suffering fron cute aggression throughout the fic

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it was just another night like every other one, chifuyu was laying in his bed, re-reading his favorite manga yet again while his cat, peke j, napped on his stomach.

december 18th, just another day. nothing special. chifuyu totally wasn't looking down at his phone every minute to check the time.

23:51

23:52

23:53

he totally wasn't waiting for the clock to strike 00:00 and for his phone to start flooding with birthday wishes from his closest friends.

he might get a few birthday wishes, but he was only anticipating one thing and one thing only.

what could that be? well, his girlfriends arrival!

since you and chifuyu were neighbors, ever since you started dating, you made it a tradition to visit each other's houses at exactly 00:00 and give each other early birthday presents so the two of you wouldn't be overshadowed by other guests on the birthday party.

the manga in his hands was long forgotten as he stared at his phone, watching as the minutes ticked away one by one.

23:56

23:57

23:58

23:59

00:00

the second the clock announced the new day, he heard a gentle knock at the front door of his apartment. chifuyu basically flew out of his room to open the door, but not before he made sure that peke j was placed nice and safe down on his bed.

he swung the door open and revealed none other than his beautiful girlfriend standing the with a beautiful smile on her beautiful face.

the second he opened the door for you, you basically pounced on him, causing him to stumble back a bit, but caught himself in the last second.

"happy birthday, fuyu!" you said excitedly, to which he let out a laugh and wrapped his arms around your waist. despite the fact he was most excited to see you, he couldn't help but notice the large bag you were holding that hit his back when you hugged him.

"thank you, baby, I was so excited to see you!" he said excitedly and lifted you up, spinning you around with you in his arms, causing you to let out a chuckle.

once he finally put you down, you gently dropped the gift bag onto the ground and instead cupped his face with your hands. he gave you a goofy grin before you leaned in, closing the gap between the two of you with a soft kiss on the lips.

the two of you stayed completely lost in the kiss until you suddenly heard a soft laugh from behind the two of you. you turned around and saw chifuyu's mom standing there, smiling warmly at the two of you.

you felt a little embarrassed for getting caught basically making out right infront of chifuyu's mom, but she didn't comment on it, instead, she just wished her son a happy birthday and gave him a kiss on the top of the head before leaving the two of you alone.

the two of you moved to chifuyu's, where you immediately greeted peke j before you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your waist. you rolled your eyes and turned around to face your boyfriend. you kissed the little idiot again, this time taking more time before finally pulling away, breathless.

"what did you get me?" he asked playfully.

"is that all you care about?" you teased, but nevertheless, you sat him down onto the bed and took the giant bag out again. he looked back at it excitedly, yet patiently.

you first pulled out a little envelope and handed it to him.

"read it." you commanded playfully, and he immediately complied.

chifuyu opened the envelope and took the letter out of it, reading silently.

(I'm too lazy to make up a letter, just imagine it)

by the time he was finished reading, chifuyu could feel his eyes slowly welling up with tears, you were too sweet, it never failed to make him soft.

without a word, he wrapped his arms around you waist and pulled you in, burying his face into your shoulder so you couldn't see him tearing up over a simple letter.

you laughed softly and hugged him back, one of your hands finding it's way into his hair and beginning to mindlessly play with his messy blonde hair.

"i luv u so much.. ur the best.." (I'm gonna cry he's so cute) he mumbled out, his words slightly muffled by your shoulder. you smile and kiss the side of his head, biting back a chuckle at his cuteness (omfg)

"you haven't even seen the actual gift though.." you reminded him playfully and pulled away from the hug.

"you're the best gift I could ever ask for.." (I'm gonna cry ilhsm) he said cheesily and let our a soft chuckle.

you rolled your eyes at his cheesiness and just placed the bag into his lap.

he looked back at you for a second before looking into the bag and almost immediately slapping a hand over his mouth in shock.

his eyes flickered between you and the contents of the bag a few times.

"you didn't." you did. you bought him every single volume of the manga he has been non-stop yapping about form months now.

"y/nnnn!!" he whined, not even taking the mangas out before once again jumping into your embrace and beginning to shower your face with thankful kisses, making you laugh again. (I'm gonna kiss him)

"I've been saving up and buying each volume for months now." you told him, making him let out another grateful whine. you were too amazing..

"thank you, y/n, I can't explain how grateful I am for you.." he mumbled out and gave you a loving kiss on the lips.

the two of you spent the rest of the night kissing, cuddling and reading the manga you bought him until you eventually fell asleep tangled up in each other's arms. you were glad you kept the little tradition of spending the night before your birthday's together, since you didn't quite enjoy enjoying your (fucking adorable) boyfriend with his friends.

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[novamariestark]

Can I get a Dean Winchesterx reader using prompts 9 and 10 off list one and prompt 46 off list two, please?

Summary: A quiet date night with Dean gets interrupted.

Warnings: proofread but there's always a mistake after posting 🤣

Word count: 1229

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Prompts: “LITERALLY EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS ILLEGAL!” “Did you just... agree with me?” “I'm actually going to kill you”

[A/N] hope you like 😁

How did we even get here? Sometimes, life takes a strange turn, almost as if the universe decides to have a little fun with you—except you’re not laughing. The night had started so differently. It was supposed to be simple—normal even. Sam had dropped the two of you off at that tiny, run-down bar a few miles outside town, giving you some space for your long-awaited “date night.” You were supposed to have a quiet evening, maybe a few drinks, some laughs. No monsters. No hunts.

But, because some idiot stumbled into the bar, raving about a “monster” they’d seen outside town that meant date night was over. You’d barely finished your drink before you were dragged out, headed straight for where the alleged sighting had taken place. The kicker? Sam had taken the Impala to pick up some supplies, promising to come back later. So here you were, stranded without Baby, crouched behind a row of garbage bins like a couple of amateurs. This is not how you imagined your alone time with Dean would go. You had hoped for something more... normal.

Dean was in front of you, so at least you had something nice to look at. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look good, but seriously? This was the worst idea he’d had all week—and that was saying something. At first you thought you had heard him wrong but oh no. You had heard him right.

You glanced at him, unable to believe what was coming out of his mouth. “Are you seriously suggesting we rob a cop car?” you asked, trying to keep your voice calm, even though you were two seconds away from smacking some sense into him.

Dean turned to you with that infuriatingly casual grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Borrow,” he corrected, like that made it better. “It’s not illegal if we give it back.”

You stared at him for a moment, your brain struggling to comprehend the sheer level of Dean Winchester logic you were dealing with right now. He had to be joking. But he wasn’t. He was dead serious.

“Okay,” you shot back, your voice dripping with so much sarcasm that it could be visible, “maybe next we can walk into the nearest bank and help ourselves to the entirety of the vault. You know, for funsies.” Dean’s only response was to roll his eyes, still not seeing the problem. You took a deep breath as you waved your hands around for emphasis. “LITERALLY EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS ILLEGAL!”

Honestly, you weren’t sure whether to laugh or scream. You were a hunter—a damn good one. You could handle ghosts, demons, and all manner of monsters that most people couldn’t even fathom. And yet, here you were, stuck with this idiot, debating grand theft auto like it was something minute like, who’s turn it was to wash the dishes.

You gave him the deadliest deadpan look you could muster, hoping he’d catch a hint of how ridiculous he sounded. “I’m actually going to kill you.”

Dean’s grin only widened, those green eyes glimmering in the dim light. “But you’ll look good doing it.”

You rolled your eyes, though you could feel the faint heat creeping up your neck. His charm was both your kryptonite and your fuel—it was hard to stay mad when he looked at you like that, but then again, it also made you want to throw something at him. Preferably something heavy.

Glancing back at the cop car, you sighed. This was ridiculous. Utterly insane. The rational part of your brain screamed at you to shut this down, to come up with a better plan. But the other part—the part that had been on countless hunts with Dean, the part that trusted him more than anyone else—knew you were probably going to go along with it anyway.

“Fine,” you sighed, the word leaving your lips before you even knew you thought it.

The second it slipped out, you mentally kicked yourself. Seriously? Fine? Fine? Really? That’s all it took? One look from him, and you were ready to throw common sense out the window? You weren’t fine. Yet somehow, here you were, agreeing to what had to be the stupidest plan Dean Winchester had ever come up with. And that was a long list.

Dean’s voice cut through your spiralling thoughts, pulling you back to the present. “Did you just... agree with me?” His tone was laced with mock disbelief, but that smirk—oh, that damn smirk—said it all. He was enjoying this way too much, and it didn’t help that the glint in his eyes practically sparkled.

You hated that look. The one that always made your stomach do flips, like a rollercoaster you swore you’d never ride again, but kept getting back on anyway. It wasn’t just the smirk. It was Dean. He had this magnetic pull, and no matter how much your brain screamed No!, your heart—and apparently your mouth—tended to betray you in his presence.

“Don’t get used to it,” you muttered, crossing your arms, trying to regain some control over the situation. You weren’t completely rolling over here. You’d follow him into the fire, sure—but you’d still give him hell for it.

Dean winked, already turning his attention back to the car, pulling out his lock-picking tools and started to unlock the car, “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you,” he whispered, shooting you another wink and that cheeky smirk of his that sometimes you wanted to smack and others, kiss until you both looked like smurfs.

Your heart fluttered in spite of itself as you tried to ignore the way he seemed so damn... charming while committing a felony. His words floated around your head. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.” Oh, you knew exactly what he was implying. Your lips twitched involuntarily. Damn him.

You crossed your arms, glaring at the back of his head, “What? My criminal record?”

Dean finally got the lock to pop, a click breaking the silence. He stood up, turning back to you with that grin, “See? Easy as pie.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, but you love it,” he said, with the cocky tone in his voice because he knew he wasn’t wrong. You hated how much he knew it, how much he knew you.

You took a step closer to him, eyes narrowing as you shot him a pointed look. “Just get in the damn car, Winchester.”

Dean chuckled as he pulled the door open, “After you, sweetheart,” he said, gesturing to the passenger seat.

You climbed into the car, the faint smell of cheap air freshener and coffee mixing with the cool air of the night. Dean slid in beside you, looking far too pleased with himself. The engine roared to life, and as the tires crunched over gravel, you couldn’t help but shoot him another sideways glance.

“So, what’s the plan, genius?” you asked, crossing your arms as if that might protect you.

Dean shrugged, “Find the monster, kill the monster, return the car—no harm, no foul.”

“If we end up in jail, you’re explaining this to Sam.” You said, leaning back into the seat, propping your elbow on the door, and resting your chin on your palm.

[amethystarachnid]

CAFFEINE CHEMISTRY

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff

ᯓ★ Request from: MARVEL Multiverse

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 4.4k

ᯓ★ Summary: You were just ordering coffee in your favorite coffee shop, you couldn't imagine that the Tony Stark would bump into you and almost spilling his coffee on you. You couldn't imagine that he'd offer to buy you a coffee, or that he'd take you on a date, but he does. Love can be really strange sometimes.

ᯓ★ TW(s): fluff, fluff and did I say fluff?

ᯓ★ AU: Coffee Shop

ᯓ★ Request: Coffee Shop AU with Tony? 😁😁😁 Tony and Reader bumping into each other at the Coffee Shop, they'll fall in love instantly, have coffee together, and share their first kiss in this very same Coffee Shop 😻 (@ts-rdj-reader)

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The small bell above the door chimes as you step into the coffee shop, the scent of freshly brewed espresso instantly enveloping you in warmth. The early morning rush is still in full swing, the sound of soft chatter blending with the hum of the espresso machines. It’s your usual routine—order a cappuccino, find a quiet corner, and ease into the day with a good book or some light people-watching. Today, though, something feels different. There’s a buzz in the air, one you can’t quite place.

You step up to the counter, eyes scanning the familiar chalkboard menu. Just as you’re about to place your order, you feel someone brush past you—smooth, quick, and unintentional. A soft "Sorry," is muttered beside you, and you glance to your right to see the man responsible.

Your breath hitches.

There, standing beside you, is Tony Stark.

Yes, the Tony Stark. The billionaire, genius, and former Avenger, dressed in an effortlessly casual suit jacket and jeans, looking far too polished for a quaint little coffee shop like this. His tousled hair, just the right amount of disheveled, suggests he's in no rush despite the hurried world around him. His sharp brown eyes meet yours, and something crackles in the air—like electricity, only warmer.

For a second, you think he’s just going to move on, but then he doesn’t. His eyes linger on you, a soft smirk tugging at his lips as if he’s just as intrigued as you are.

“Didn’t mean to steal your spot,” he says, voice smooth and rich, with just the faintest hint of amusement. “But since we’re here, what’s your go-to order? I could use some inspiration.”

Your brain fumbles to catch up. Is he seriously making small talk with me?

“Uh… cappuccino,” you manage to say, grateful you didn’t sound like a total idiot. “Simple, but classic.”

He tilts his head, considering your answer like it’s a revelation. “I like it. Straight to the point.”

He steps forward, leaning against the counter, but not before turning back to you with a wink. “Why don’t I buy that cappuccino for you? Call it an apology for nearly knocking you over.”

Your heart flutters. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Oh, I insist,” Tony grins, that signature charm radiating off him. “It’s not every day I almost spill coffee on a beautiful woman.”

The compliment lands softly, but it lingers. You feel a blush rise to your cheeks, the combination of his smooth confidence and that irresistible smirk doing something to your senses. Is it the caffeine in the air, or is this moment actually happening?

“Okay,” you say, the word coming out breathless.

Minutes later, the two of you are sitting in a booth by the window, cups of coffee between you. The conversation is surprisingly easy—there’s no awkward small talk, no weirdness about the fact that he’s Tony Stark and you’re, well, you. His sharp wit is on full display, throwing quick jokes and playful jabs that make you laugh more than you expect.

“You come here often?” he asks, lifting his cup to his lips, his gaze intense yet casual, like he’s genuinely curious.

“I do,” you admit, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s kind of my safe space. A little escape from… everything.”

Tony raises an eyebrow. “Everything, huh? Sounds like someone’s running from a supervillain.”

“More like running from emails and work deadlines,” you chuckle.

“Ah, the real enemies.” He gives a mock shudder. “I know the feeling. I’ll take fighting alien invasions over paperwork any day.”

You shake your head, unable to keep from smiling. “Must be tough, being Tony Stark and all.”

“You’d be surprised,” he quips, his tone softening. “It gets a little easier when you’ve got good company.”

For a moment, the air stills between you. It’s a simple exchange, but the way his eyes soften as he says it makes something in your chest tighten. You can feel the connection growing, a pull between you that you can’t quite explain but can’t deny.

It’s only been minutes, but with Tony, time seems to slow. Everything else fades—the noise, the people, the coffee shop—and it’s just you and him.

The conversation flows effortlessly, and for the first time in a long time, you’re not constantly checking your watch or thinking about the endless to-do list waiting for you. Instead, you’re entirely focused on Tony—his stories, his charm, the way he makes you feel like the most important person in the room.

You’ve only just finished your cappuccino when Tony glances at his watch. “Looks like I’ve got to run,” he says, though he doesn’t sound particularly thrilled about it. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a sleek phone that practically screams Stark Technology, tapping the screen for a moment.

“Duty calls?” you ask, hiding the small pang of disappointment you feel at the thought of him leaving.

“Something like that,” he says with a small smirk, but then his gaze flickers back to yours, and his expression softens just a bit. “But I’m not disappearing completely.”

He pulls a pen from the inner pocket of his jacket and grabs one of the napkins sitting on the table between you. His movements are quick and precise, scribbling something down with a casual ease, as if this is the most natural thing in the world.

When he’s done, he slides the napkin across the table toward you.

“There,” he says, leaning back in his seat, looking at you with that same self-assured glint in his eye. “My number.”

You blink, looking down at the napkin where a string of digits sits, accompanied by his name in a scrawl that’s almost too perfect to be spontaneous. Tony Stark. You can't help but smile.

“Is this a habit of yours?” you tease, picking up the napkin between your fingers. “Giving your number to strangers in coffee shops?”

His grin widens, eyes crinkling at the edges in that effortlessly charming way that makes your pulse race. “Only the pretty ones,” he quips, without missing a beat. “Besides, I’m not in the habit of letting someone as intriguing as you walk away without leaving a way to keep in touch.”

The blush creeps up your cheeks again, and you’re not sure whether it’s the compliment or the easy confidence with which he says it. Either way, you’re not used to this kind of attention—at least not from someone like him.

“You sure about this?” you ask, half-joking, but the uncertainty lingers. “I mean, you’re Tony Stark. Don’t you have a million other things to do than hand out your number to random people?”

He stands up, adjusting the collar of his jacket. “Maybe,” he admits with a shrug, “but I always make time for the things that matter.” His tone softens, and for a brief moment, you catch a glimpse of something more than the brash, confident persona he usually projects.

You open your mouth to say something, but the words don’t quite come out fast enough. Before you know it, Tony’s slipping on his sunglasses, looking every bit the billionaire playboy you’ve seen splashed across countless magazine covers. He gives you one last, lingering look, and it’s enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Don’t be a stranger,” he says, flashing that trademark smirk before turning to head for the door.

The bell above the entrance rings again as he leaves, and you sit there, staring at the napkin in your hand, trying to wrap your mind around what just happened.

Tony Stark just gave you his number.

A quiet laugh escapes you as you fold the napkin carefully, slipping it into your bag, the moment sinking in. The world around you slowly comes back into focus—the chatter of the coffee shop, the clinking of cups—but the entire space feels different now, as if it’s been infused with the lingering presence of something exciting and new.

Your fingers tap lightly on the table, a smile playing on your lips as you wonder: should you call him?

Your phone buzzes on the table, pulling you out of your thoughts. It’s a notification for another email, another reminder of the world you momentarily escaped. But today? Today, you feel like the rules have changed.

Glancing back toward the door where Tony disappeared, you can’t help but feel a tinge of excitement. It’s not every day that life throws you into the path of someone like Tony Stark, and it’s definitely not every day he leaves his number behind.

The sun has long since set by the time you find yourself back at your apartment, the warm glow of your bedside lamp casting soft shadows across the room. You’re freshly showered and cozily wrapped in your favorite pajamas, feeling the soft fabric against your skin as you settle into bed with your phone in hand.

All day, you’ve been replaying the coffee shop encounter in your head, Tony’s charming smile and sharp wit still lingering in your thoughts. And now, as you sit here in the quiet of your apartment, you can’t help but wonder about the napkin tucked safely into your bag.

Should I text him? It feels surreal—like something out of a daydream—but the longer you stare at the screen, the more you realize how much you want to hear from him again.

With a deep breath, you grab the napkin from your bag, the numbers now more familiar to you than they should be after only a few hours. Your fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment before you finally type:

You: Hey Tony, it’s Y/N, from the coffee shop this morning. Hope this is the right number!

You hit send before you can overthink it, your heart beating just a little too fast as you watch the message fly off into the digital void. A nervous excitement simmers in your chest as you wait for a reply, wondering if maybe this was all too good to be true.

Barely a minute later, your phone buzzes, and you can’t help but feel a small thrill as his name lights up your screen.

Tony: Y/N, glad you texted. Would’ve been a shame if I gave my number to the wrong beautiful woman.

You laugh quietly to yourself, the tension easing from your shoulders. Even through text, he’s as smooth as ever.

You: Good thing I double-checked it! I almost didn’t text… wasn’t sure if I’d end up bothering you.

The reply comes back almost instantly, like he’s been waiting for it.

Tony: Bothering me? Trust me, I get a hundred texts a day that are a bother—this isn’t one of them. I was actually hoping you’d reach out.

You bite your lip, a warmth blooming in your chest at his words. For a moment, you sit there, trying to figure out how to play this cool, but deep down you’re excited. There’s something about him that’s hard to resist, even in this casual back-and-forth.

You: Well, here I am! So, did you mean what you said earlier? About making time for things that matter?

Tony: I did. And it just so happens, I’ve got some time this weekend. What do you think—wanna grab dinner?

You blink at the screen, your heart skipping a beat. Tony Stark wants to take me out to dinner? It’s almost too much to believe, but the flirty tone of his texts and the fact that he’s so forward about it only makes you smile wider.

You: Dinner sounds great. Where were you thinking?

There’s a pause this time—longer than before—like he’s weighing his options before replying. When the message finally comes through, you can practically hear the playful grin in his words.

Tony: How do you feel about Italian? There’s this little place I know, candlelit, great wine, and the best tiramisu in town. I can pick you up—let’s say 7:30 on Saturday?

Italian food and candlelight? You can already picture it: an intimate restaurant, soft lighting, the sound of wine glasses clinking as you talk over plates of delicious food. And with Tony Stark across the table from you? It’s hard to say no.

You: Italian sounds perfect. 7:30 works for me!

Tony: It’s a date. I’ll be the guy in the sharp suit with flowers, just to set the mood. ;) Looking forward to it, Y/N.

You can’t help the wide grin that spreads across your face as you read his text. The thought of Tony showing up at your door with flowers, dressed to the nines, makes your stomach flip in the best way.

You: I’ll be the one trying not to get too distracted by the sharp suit, then. ;) See you Saturday, Tony.

Tony: Can’t wait.

You toss your phone onto the bed beside you, staring up at the ceiling with a rush of giddy excitement. Saturday feels like it can’t come soon enough.

You close your eyes, letting out a long breath as your mind drifts, imagining the upcoming evening. There’s something about Tony that makes it impossible to be anything but excited, and if the way he handled himself in the coffee shop is any indication, this date is going to be one you won’t forget.

Saturday night comes faster than you expect, the hours leading up to your date a blur of anticipation and nervous excitement. You’ve spent far more time than usual trying on different outfits, finally settling on something that strikes the perfect balance between casual and classy. The butterflies in your stomach flutter as you smooth your dress one last time in front of the mirror.

It’s a little past 7:20 when you hear a knock at your door.

Right on time, you think, your heart skipping a beat as you make your way to the door.

When you open it, your breath catches in your throat.

There he is—Tony Stark—standing in the hallway looking impossibly handsome. He’s dressed in a tailored dark suit, the kind that’s perfectly fitted and effortlessly stylish, but not too formal for a casual evening out. In his hand, a small bouquet of flowers, vivid and colorful against the muted tones of his outfit.

“Told you I’d bring flowers,” he says with a grin, holding them out to you.

You blink, feeling your cheeks flush as you take the bouquet, the soft scent of roses filling the air. “These are beautiful. Thank you, Tony.”

He gives a small, playful shrug. “I had to start the night off right.” His eyes sweep over you, and his smile softens as he takes in your outfit. “You look stunning, by the way.”

Tony steps back to offer you his arm after you've placed the bouquet on the table. “Come on, let’s see if I can keep you distracted with dinner instead.”

You lock the door behind you, slipping your arm through his as the two of you make your way down to his sleek, black sports car waiting at the curb. The engine purrs to life as Tony opens the passenger door for you, and before you know it, you’re driving through the city, the lights blurring into a soft, romantic glow.

The restaurant Tony chose is everything he promised it would be—an intimate little Italian place tucked away from the bustle of the main streets. The warm, golden lighting, paired with the quiet hum of conversations and clinking glasses, creates an atmosphere that feels both cozy and elegant. You can already smell the rich aroma of garlic, fresh herbs, and baked bread wafting through the air as you’re led to a candlelit table near the back.

Tony pulls out your chair for you, the simple gesture sending a soft warmth through you. You glance around the room, taking in the ambiance, before your eyes land on him again.

“So, what do you think?” he asks, leaning back in his chair, looking entirely at ease in the romantic setting.

“It’s perfect,” you reply, your voice sincere. “I feel like I’m in one of those hidden gem restaurants only locals know about.”

Tony grins. “Exactly. Not too flashy, but still a good spot. I don’t like all the attention, you know.”

You raise an eyebrow, smirking. “You don’t like attention?”

He laughs, the sound low and easy, and you can’t help but join him. “Okay, maybe I don’t mind it sometimes. But tonight, it’s just about good food and good company.”

The waiter arrives, and after Tony orders a bottle of red wine, the two of you dive into conversation. Just like in the coffee shop, the exchange is effortless—witty banter, shared stories, and small moments that feel surprisingly comfortable.

“So,” Tony says, after a few sips of wine, “what made you come back to that coffee shop so often? I’m guessing it’s not just for the cappuccinos.”

You chuckle, feeling the warmth of the wine settling into your system. “It’s kind of my escape,” you admit, swirling the wine in your glass. “It’s a place where I can just… be. No expectations, no stress. Just me and my thoughts for a little while.”

Tony nods thoughtfully, his eyes never leaving yours. “I get that. I’ve got a few places like that myself. Though, to be honest, I think my usual escapes are a little less peaceful than yours.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Less peaceful? Like, more Iron Man and less cappuccino?”

He laughs, a sound that draws the attention of the nearby table for just a moment. “Something like that. But I’m trying to find a better balance these days. Maybe I’ll start hanging out in coffee shops more often.”

“Oh yeah? You planning on bumping into more strangers?” you tease, unable to keep the smile from your face.

“Only if they’re as interesting as you,” Tony says, leaning forward slightly, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

Before you can respond, the waiter returns with your food—plates of pasta that look mouth-wateringly delicious. The conversation slows as you both dig into the meal, but even in the quiet moments, there’s a comfortable energy between you. Tony’s gaze meets yours occasionally, his eyes softening with something warmer than the playful charm he usually carries.

By the time dessert arrives—the best tiramisu in town, as promised—the two of you are fully immersed in conversation again. Between bites of the rich, creamy dessert, Tony shares a story about an invention that went hilariously wrong, and you can’t help but laugh until your sides ache.

“Well,” he says, leaning back in his chair, looking entirely pleased with himself, “I think I’ve officially distracted you from the sharp suit.”

You smile, wiping a tear from your eye as you recover from laughing. “I think you have.”

As the evening winds down, Tony insists on driving you back to your apartment, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you stroll side by side. The city feels quieter now, the streets less crowded, the world somehow more intimate.

When you finally reach your door, you turn to face him, feeling the weight of the evening settling in. There’s a pause, a quiet moment where neither of you speaks, but the air between you is charged with something new, something unspoken.

“I had a great time tonight,” you say softly, meeting his gaze.

Tony smiles, his eyes warm and a little softer than they’ve been all evening. “So did I. We should do this again.”

You nod, your heart racing as he steps just a little closer, his hand lightly brushing against yours. For a brief second, you think he might lean in—but instead, he reaches up, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your skin just long enough to leave you breathless.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he says, his voice low and smooth.

“Goodnight, Tony,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

He steps back, giving you one last smile before turning to walk away. You watch him go, feeling the warmth of his presence linger even after he disappears around the corner.

As you unlock your door and step inside, you can’t help but smile to yourself. Tonight wasn’t just a date—it was the start of something more. And you can’t wait to see where it goes.

It’s been a few weeks since your first date with Tony, and in that time, you’ve fallen into a comfortable rhythm with him—texts exchanged throughout the day, phone calls that stretch late into the night, and a few more spontaneous meet-ups that have kept the spark between you alive and growing.

Tonight is no different, though Tony’s kept the details of your date a secret. You’re sitting in his car once again, watching the city lights flash by as you try to pry information out of him.

“So,” you begin with a playful grin, “you’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?”

Tony glances over, smirking. “And ruin the surprise? Where’s the fun in that?”

You shake your head, pretending to be exasperated, but in truth, you’re enjoying the mystery. There’s something thrilling about not knowing what he has planned, something exciting about the idea that he’s gone out of his way to surprise you.

The car slows, and you realize you’ve entered a quieter part of the city, the streets familiar in a way that feels comforting. Your heart skips a beat as the car pulls up in front of a small building, the soft glow of string lights twinkling in the windows.

It’s the coffee shop. The coffee shop where you first met.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” you say, turning to Tony with wide eyes.

He grins, clearly pleased with himself. “Thought it’d be poetic, bringing you back here. Full circle, right?”

You blink, a warmth spreading through your chest as you take in the sight of the little coffee shop that, on that fateful morning, changed everything. There’s something undeniably sweet about the gesture, about Tony remembering the exact place where your paths first crossed.

He steps out of the car, walking around to open your door like he always does. “Come on,” he says, offering you his hand. “I figured we could relive our ‘first date.’ Except this time, you don’t have to worry about me almost spilling coffee on you.”

You laugh, taking his hand as you step out of the car. “I don’t know, that was part of the charm.”

He chuckles as you walk hand in hand toward the entrance. The soft bell chimes as you step inside, the familiar scent of coffee and pastries filling the air. It’s quieter than it was that morning, more intimate. There are fewer people, and the dim lighting makes the place feel even cozier.

Tony leads you to the same table where you sat that day, by the window. It’s almost eerie how perfectly everything aligns—the same seats, the same warm ambiance. Except this time, it feels different. Deeper.

“This place must have some kind of magic,” Tony says, sliding into the seat across from you. “I mean, look at us now.”

You smile softly, leaning forward slightly. “I think it has more to do with the guy who bought me coffee.”

He gives you that trademark grin, the one that makes your stomach flip, and you find yourself wondering how someone like Tony—brilliant, successful, larger-than-life—could feel so comfortable, so right, sitting here with you in this small coffee shop.

The conversation flows as easily as ever, and you’re reminded of why this connection with Tony feels so different. It’s not just the playful banter or the shared laughter, but the way he looks at you—like you’re the only person in the room, the only one that matters.

After what feels like no time at all, you realize the shop is starting to close for the night. You both rise from the table, and just as you’re about to head toward the door, Tony pauses, his hand catching yours.

“Hey,” he says, his voice softer now, more serious. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

You turn to face him, your heart suddenly beating faster as you take in the slight shift in his demeanor. The playful smirk is still there, but there’s something else in his eyes—something warmer, more intense.

“Yeah?” you ask, your voice a little quieter than you intended.

Tony takes a small step closer, his hand still holding yours as his thumb brushes lightly over your skin. “This… what we’ve been doing, I mean. Us. It’s been… well, it’s been great. But I was thinking maybe we should make it official.”

Your breath catches in your throat, the words settling between you like a soft confession. Official?

“You mean, like… a couple?” you ask, your heart pounding in your chest.

Tony nods, his gaze never wavering. “Yeah. I want this to be real. I want you to be mine.”

For a moment, all you can do is stare at him, trying to process what he’s saying. But then, you feel the weight of it—the vulnerability in his words, the sincerity behind them—and your heart swells.

“I want that too,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

A smile tugs at his lips, and before you know it, he’s stepping even closer, his free hand gently cupping your cheek. His touch is warm, tender, and your breath hitches as you realize what’s about to happen.

Time seems to slow as he leans in, his eyes searching yours for a brief moment before his lips finally meet yours.

The kiss is soft, unhurried, yet filled with a kind of quiet intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. His hand slips to the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer as you melt into the kiss, your arms instinctively wrapping around him. It feels like the culmination of everything that’s been building between you—the stolen glances, the late-night conversations, the subtle touches.

When you finally pull back, your foreheads rest together, and you’re both smiling, breathless.

“Well,” Tony says, his voice low, “that’s one way to seal the deal.”

You laugh softly, your hands still resting on his chest as you shake your head. “Only you would make our first kiss part of a contract negotiation.”

He smirks, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Hey, if it works, it works.”

You roll your eyes playfully, but there’s no hiding the way your heart is racing, or the way your entire body feels light and warm. This is real—he’s real—and for the first time in what feels like forever, you’re exactly where you want to be.

As you step outside the coffee shop together, hand in hand, you can’t help but feel like you’re walking into a new chapter. And with Tony Stark by your side, you know this is just the beginning.

Soft!Tony is probably one of my favorite Tony variant lol. If you liked the story don't forget to leave a like, a reblog or even a comment or follow!

[a-slut-for-smut]

im sorry but why are we not talking about this more??? Theres like an essay in this one scene that really opens a window to their dynamic with one another, MAPPA really came through

I mean, you got that explicit implication Gojo purposefully goads Utahime to the point where shes chasing him down to whoop his ass and he absolutely LOVES it (just look at his shit-eating grin!!) because theres nothing he wants more than to be chased by her 😁And everyone else just watching the show like its nothing new, how their antics are just a regular occurrence they have to put up with 🙄

Then the sugushoko vibes!!! Them casually taking in the scene together and basically shaking their heads because unlike Gojo they're far more subtle and poised with their courtship rituals (with great success 😆)

And Mei Mei in the corner coyly making mental bets on when Gojo and Utahime will finally clap cheeks (it takes a while because theyre such idiots but she hits the jackpot eventually according to brainrot)

Man i could dine, no, FEAST on this one screencap for years

[krisdreaming]

hello! this is fr my first time requesting for a oneshot. i have this scenario that i CANT get out of my head and i really love how you articulate things so 😁😁😁

basically it is volleyball national match between japan and argentina where reader is a huge oikawa fan but is engaged to osamu. they went to check on atsumu before the game and reader BEGS atsumu to get them a pic with oikawa in which atsumu replies with; " 'samu are you hearing this?!" and osamu goes "theyre my fiancee. believe me, im more pissed than you are." both of the twins are half-jokingly upset that reader is more happy to see oikawa but reader made it clear that they are rooting for japan!

reader ends up getting a pic with oikawa, osamu being the one taking the pic with a scowl on his face.

i just thought it would be funny hehe

Hihi anon, I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get to this one ;-; If you're reading this, you should know that it's been in the back of my mind ever since you first sent it. I've always been intending to write it, and I was just waiting for the perfect inspiration. And it finally hit me! It's Olympics time baby.

Pairing: Miya Osamu x gn!reader (but... it's not really the main focus?)

WC: 1k

"What did ya just ask me?" Osamu runs his fingers through his still-wet hair. He just stepped out of the bathroom, and you dropped a bomb on him.

"I said, do you think Atsumu can get me in to meet Oikawa Tooru tomorrow?" You bounce eagerly on the hotel bed.

"Ya do know Oikawa is on the opposite team, right?" Osamu asks slowly, and you flop back onto the bed with a groan.

"Of course, I'm not an idiot! It's just - you know I went to Aoba Johsai. I was a first year when Oikawa was a third year, so obviously I never actually met him, but my friends and I were kind of obsessed with him," You actually giggle. "Just imagine the looks on their faces when I get a photo with him!"

"It's like ya don't know my brother at all," Osamu sighs as he lifts the covers to crawl in bed. You scramble up and scoot in next to him. "Do ya know what it's gonna do to him if ya ask him that?"

"He's a big boy," You say breezily. "I think he can handle it."

Osamu just shakes his head, leaning over to turn off the lamp. "Just make sure he knows it was all your idea," He says pointedly, pulling the blanket up and settling back against his pillows.

"Just think," You sigh, snuggling your cheek against his bicep, "Tomorrow I'm going to meet the Oikawa Tooru."

"Yer already practically related to the Miya Atsumu. Isn't that enough?" He grumbles.

"He's old news," You chuckle, and Osamu huffs what could almost be considered a laugh through his nose.

"Whatever. Just get some sleep. Big day tomorrow." He presses a kiss to your lips. You settle in against his chest, but you aren't feeling very tired at all.

The next morning, Osamu grips your hand tight as you wind your way through the Olympic stadium. It's so full of people and sounds and lights, it almost makes you dizzy. Eventually, you hear Atsumu bellow your and Osamu's names.

"You're here!" He pulls you both into a bone crushing hug. "Ya all ready to cheer for me? I want ta hear ya yelling all the way on the court." He grins.

"Of course!" You say, completely sincere. "You're gonna kill it today, 'Tsumu." You sock him on the arm. He almost turns to go, but you stop him.

"Wait, 'Tsumu!" You say. "I've got a teeny, tiny favor to ask you." He narrows his eyes, and Osamu backs slightly away, as if denying any kind of association with you in this moment.

"What kinda favor?" He asks slowly. Your grin widens.

"Is there any way you can get me in to meet Oikawa Tooru?" You ask, clasping your hands in front of yourself and pasting on your best puppy dog look. Atsumu immediately swings around to glare at Osamu, who throws his hands up in defense.

"Are ya hearin' this?" He almost yells.

"I've been hearin' it for the last 24 hours," Osamu exaggerates drily. "And it wasn't my idea, 'Tsumu! Swear! Ya think I want my fiancée meetin' that pretty boy?"

Atsumu sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment. "Yer lucky I love ya," He finally bites out, and you can't hold back your excited squeak.

"Seriously?! Thanks, 'Tsumu!" You throw your arms around him, and he huffs.

"Guess we gotta hurry," He grumbles, turning on his heel. You grab for Osamu and practically drag him along behind you. Before you know it, you're surrounded with the team Argentina colors.

"Hiya," Atsumu approaches one of the team's managers and gestures to you, "Is Oikawa-san around? Got somebody that'd like to meet him."

"Oh? Someone looking for me?" At the sound of his voice, you turn, suddenly feeling like you're back in high school again, and just a little bit star struck.

"Oikawa-san!" You blurt out, "I was such a huge fan of yours in high school!" You can hear Atsumu feign a gag behind you, but you ignore him.

"No way, really?" Oikawa laughs, delighted. "I don't always get to meet such dedicated fans." He turns and rattles off something in Spanish to someone behind him. She produces a glossy photograph, and he scribbles his signature across it.

"Oh, wow," You gush, carefully gripping the photo so as not to smudge the fresh autograph.

"Hey, you got your phone there? We can get a quick picture." You pull it from your pocket immediately, pulling up the camera with shaky hands. Your friends are going to lose their minds.

"Here," Oikawa hands your phone to the same manager who'd just handed him the photo, and she holds it up, ready to snap the photo. When you turn to pose with him, you catch a glimpse of Osamu, arms crossed over his chest. The frown crinkling his brow is absolutely adorable. Atsumu, meanwhile, is cradling his forehead in his palm.

Oikawa slides his arm around you, the two of you smile, and that quickly, the photo is snapped.

"Thank you so much!" You retrieve your phone. "My friends aren't gonna believe this. This was so great of you, Oikawa-san."

"No problem," He gives his hand a wave, "Can I count on you cheering for me?" He asks, flashing you one of his signature grins. You feel your smile falter.

"Sorry," You say, biting your lip, "That's one thing I can't do."

His eyes dart to the twins, and to your surprise, he barks out a laugh. "Guess I should have expected that! He's a lucky guy to have you cheering for him."

"My future brother-in-law," You explain quickly, feeling Osamu's eyes boring into you. Oikawa laughs again, delighted.

"Don't you worry. I'll give him hell just for you." He winks, and you can't help but laugh at that.

"Thanks again!" You say quickly.

"Anytime," He says amiably, turning back to his team.

The twins descend on you immediately. You proudly display the photo on your phone, but Atsumu reaches for the signed photo in your hand.

"What the hell did ya need ta get his autograph for?" Atsumu grumbles.

"Oi!" Osamu reaches for your phone and peers a little closer at the photo. "Is that his hand on yer hip?"

You link your arms through both of theirs appeasingly, grinning widely. Would you look at that? You've managed to make both Miya twins jealous at once.

[anika-ann]

A Series of (Un)Fortunate Events (S.R) - sneak peek

After The (Un)Expected, I'm bringing you another (un)original title for a very fluffy fic with some idiots-to-lovers/friends-to-lovers vibes and soft!Steve and maybe some spicy sprinkles going on a hiking trip with other SHIELD agents and Avengers 🏕️☀️

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Agent!reader WC: 400 Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, a teeny bit of blood, mention of a more serious injury

As soon as you stood up, Steve was carefully cradling the back of your hands, examining the teeny scrapes over your palms, frowny gaze flickering to your knee which you hadn’t even realized you had grazed too.

“We should disinfect that.”

“Steve, I’m fine,” you laughed, even as you let him examine the barely-there bleeding. “Thank you for caring, but it’s literally just a scratch… I’ve had worse.”

He shook his head, his expression darkening a bit. “That’s not comforting and you know it. And any wound, if infected, can be dangerous – I know I don’t have to tell you that.”

You knew instantly what instance he was referring too, a small shudder running up your spine. Yet, the rational part of you argued that there was no comparison, even if the cut on your arm over a month back had not been all that deeper and wider than this.

“That was literally a poisoned blade, Steve-“

“We were about to take one more break before reaching the destination anyway,” he interrupted you, unrelenting. “Let’s head up to that clearing and we’ll rest for a bit. I’ll take care of it, okay?”

“Steve-“

“I’ve got the first aid kit,” Bobbi uttered nonchalantly as she passed you, joining the others who had gone ahead already.

“It’s just a-“

“Captain’s orders,” she almost sing-sang, earning a grin from Daisy who only shrugged, as if to confirm her words.

You sighed, rolling your eyes; acutely not aware that Steve was still holding your hands in his and your body was heating up from inside at the prolonged contact – particularly your chest and something deep within your belly.

You looked up at him, mildly annoyed and rather amused at his insistence and protectiveness. And even though you wouldn't admit that out loud, touched.

“You’re overbearing. You’re lucky I like you,” you scolded him in a whisper.

He only grinned, his worried gaze clearing and lightning up at your feigned outrage, and squeezed your hands before letting go.

“I love you too. Let’s go.”

You bit your cheek as you nodded, reminding yourself for at least the tenth time since you had set off hiking: friends. The keyword of this trip was friends.

It was just really hard to actually remember that when Steve looked at you like that and you could still feel the warm imprint of his hands on yours.

-.🏕️.-

Yes, I'm posting this partly as a motivation to finish it as soon as possible 🤭

Yes, the amount of fluff packed into the story is bad for my health, but it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make🫡

Yes, I'm hoping you' enjoyed/will enjoy 💕

Yes, we're at 7,5k and not done, thank you for asking 😂 It's a series of (un)fortunate events, it takes words to get there😁

[pupyuj]

I need you to continue the g!p joyuriz one omg 😵‍💫

ngl i've been thinking on this for a while bcs i miss them.. my three idiots... also ik the idea was joyuriz fucking you before a performance but i lowkey forgot so... 🤪

[cw: gangbang, g!p, oral, dubcon, anal, blowjob, handjob, masturbation, fingering, throatfucking]

imagine like... being an up-and-coming actress and taking up a job as an mc for a music show 🤭 le sserafim, yena, and yuri's comebacks somehow miraculously being in sync with each other so naturally, joyuriz find their way back to each other and they were checking you out in the hallways 😭 whispering to each other about how great you looked in your dress and them having long discussions about how they would fuck you in it⁉️⁉️ but then you looked at them and suddenly they're good girls who smile and bow at you before they go back into staring at your ass and getting their dicks hard bcs they're actually pervs 😳😳

at the interview thingy, the three of them couldn't keep their eyes off of you 😵‍💫 yena was literally only looking at your tits, chaewon had to hide half of her body behind yunjin because her fucking bulge was so big that she couldn't even make up an excuse for it, and yuri was just lost in her head, thinking of all the ways she wanted to ruin you... and that was when she got the idea to invite you to her waiting room after all the performances were done! 🤭 somehow she got all of her staff team to leave the room so it was just you and her,, she talked to you about some normal enough things... your experience as a new actor so far, sharing her own experiences and adventures in the acting industry, that kind of stuff yk? and then yena and chaewon show up,, all changed in some more comfy attire and so fucking ready to fuck you 😁

yuri starts it off first of course! sitting beside you, putting her hand on your thigh... and then taking your hand and putting on her stiff crotch... you jolting back, shocked when you finally realized what their intent was but before you could make any move to leave, yena was sitting beside you, trying to ease you by rubbing your shoulders and telling you to calm down and there's chaewon, standing in front of you, staring down at you with hooded eyes,, yena grabbing your jaw and kissing you and yuri fondling your tits 😵‍💫😵‍💫 yulyen completely distracting you from chaewon and the sight of the ever-growing bulge beneath her sweatpants...

yena and yul making you look while chaewon pulls down her pants, revealing her throbbing hard cock,, and you're completely enticed by the precum that leaked from her slit,, practically drooling at the sight but there was still that feeling of fear that sat on the pit of your stomach, knowing that the three of them were going to to use you until they were satisfied...

being the most comfortable with yuri, so you oblige when she tells you to put chaewon's cock in your mouth,,, going about it as slowly as possible, trying to get yourself used to a size bigger than what you usually took but chaewon was impatient :((( her grabbing your head and forcing her cock down deeper inside your mouth, groaning when she hits the back of your throat,, you claw at her thighs and attempted to push her away so you could breathe properly but chaewon had your head in a death grip—she would not let go. meanwhile, yena had snuck a hand underneath your skirt, rubbing your clit through your panties and grinning at the feeling of your thighs closing around her wrist,, yuri was kissing your neck, leaving hickeys while she unzipped your dress from the back,,

"you're gonna be good and swallow all of chaewonie's cum, okay?" yuri was saying but you could barely hear her since you and chaewon were moaning,, what with her cock completely filling your throat up with how big she was and yena nearly pushing you to your own climax bcs she was sooo good with her fingers 😳😳 chaewon holds your head down on her cock while she spills her cum inside your mouth, a string of swears leaving her own as she emptied herself... omgdjkdjc her cum dripping down your chin a bit bcs chae comes so much :((( but yuri was there to shove chaewon's cum back into your mouth with her fingers 🤤

"sorry, i'm being greedy... but i need to feel her pussy around my dick," chaewon said and ofc yena and yuri would do whatever she wants bcs they know how much chaewon needed to get off some more 🤭

them positioning you so that yena's cock would be inside your ass while chaewon pounds into your pussy :((( meanwhile, you were trying your hardest to stroke yuri's cock, but the feeling of yena and chaewon's dicks inside you proved to be too much... not like they cared, ssamyen keeps on fucking you in a rough pace and yuri slapped you into paying attention to her. "do your best, (y/n)... or else i'll have to punish you." yuri says and then she grabs your jaw and forces her cock inside your mouth despite your protest,, aaaa fuck all of them moaning so loudly and cutely because your holes just felt too good :(((

"we're gonna come inside y-you, (y/n).. f-fuck... and you're gonna let everybody know how good we're making you feel..." yena leaves several marks on your back as she thrusts her hips,, god she was drooling like a rabid dog, grunting and groaning in your ear and fucking into your asshole like it was going to be the last time,, it definitely wasn't! especially now that she knows how easy it is to manipulate a pretty thing like you into being a whore for her and her friends...

mmmdhsjhksk all three of them coming at the same time,, god,,, yuri pulling out of your mouth and coming all over your face and chest,, and chaewon and yena filling up your insides with their warm seed, and ofc you come right after,, hugging chaewon as you did so and collapsing on her chest,, 😵‍💫😵‍💫 feeling so disoriented after getting dicked down that you could barely register all the sweet things the three of them were saying to you 🥺 chaewon holding you so gently and laying down on the couch so she could cuddle you,, yuri petting your head and kissing you jshsdksjfh and yena cleaning you up,,

but of course.. yena couldn't resist touching your pussy again but she knew you were exhausted to hell after what they all did so she was gentle as she rubbed your clit to stimulate you some more 🤭🤭 "ha... you can still keep going after all that? what a good girl..." chaewon whispered, watching your squirm and whine softly at the sensation... you were quick to come this time bcs you were just so sensitive at this point :((( but the girls didn't care!!

hhhh all of them taking turns fucking you with their fingers very gently,, they knew they should give you a break but god your voice was just so fucking pretty!! they couldn't get enough of you at all 🥰💞

[brights-place]

Hiii omg I literally love your work 💗💗💗 I was wondering if you could do like a rap troll x brozone (seperate)??? It could be HC or one shots or smth idrc 😁😁

[Trolls] Brozone X Rapper! Reader

Warnings: fluff, small cursing

A/N: Haven’t written for these guys in awhile and this is kind of short I apologize for the struggle

Summary: Each Brozone brother dating a rap troll

John Dory

- okay he would say he knows how to but would fumble so bad

- This man can not rap for his life even bostong he can just not when people are watching

- You laugh and teach him slowly as you also show him some songs even talking about how there was a guy who made a song called rap god that could go on and John dory had his mouth drop at how fast the song was

- John dory would try help or elsen more about rap verses and rapping even trying to guess but fialing yet he enjoys how you are able to experience and share to somebody new about your interests

- You would show him some history and enjoy how you show him rap battles that were made for fun

- Loves how you glow when rapping

Bruce

- Bruce sometimes has you preform rap songs every neo and then to get in customers

- Loves how you get all excited when you come up with a new verse to show him

- Even had you try to tecah him but he failed

- bruce everytime before you show him a verse or a freestyle you thought of to a beat would pekc your cheek and say how wonderful it was for you to share it with him

- Until one day you catched him rapping like a total legend causibg you to boast and bother him for being good at Rapping

- Bickeirng lovingly at how awesome he was and how he learnt wuickly when you only droppe dverses around him as he just shrugs it off

- Bruce is rapping was so good when you timed it hisrapping a record-breaking 19 words in three seconds. (daveed digs the man he is. As Marquis de Lafayette, Diggs performed the fastest-known rap in Broadway history in "Guns And Ships", which has a record-breaking 6.3 words per second.)

- he literally was faster then you and you were so excited for your partner to be able to do something you loved together

Clay

- Clay says that he doesnt like being the fun one but this man when you showed him rapping he alreayd knew how to do that and he was good but he loved when you were all excited

- he hates being refered ro as the fun one but when he noticed how you beamed at him for knowing how to Rap he couldnt help but smile

- You two do little rap verses to eachother grinning and laughing even if Clay tries not to be the fun one he enjoys hwo you find it fun yourself for him to know soemthing of your culture as a rap troll

- he loves hearing you explain the history

- Clay was interested when you explained Rap as a genre began at block parties in New York City in the early 1970s, when DJs began isolating the percussion breaks of funk, soul, and disco songs and extending them. MCs tasked with introducing the DJs and keeping the crowd energized would talk between songs, joking and generally interacting with the audience.

- He enjoys watching you get to do rap verses when everybdoy does a song and loves how you get pumped up

Floyd

- This man loves when you and Him sing together but most of all when you randomly rap a verse for him

- Going on dates together as he listens to your history of rapping and why its important

- being a rap troll Floyd enjoys your garious colours like an explosion and style mostly cause it was close to hiphop since they also do rapping and beatboxing

- He loves when you show him mor eof yourself even tries to include you in parts of his songs

- Floyd laughs when you teach him how to dance and rap at the same time which he gets down easily

- he’s a huge idiot for you especially when it comes to rap battles he loves how you burst with energy

Branch

- Branch doesnt mind dating a rap troll he enjoys watching you spit verses and ramble to him about ideas

- he loves seeing how you beam up everytime someone asks you to teach them

- Branch himself he likes to watch you beatbox and rap to different parts of songs.

- Branch also likes how you teach him how to rap

- when he struggles and enjoys how you to laugh together when that goes on. 

- He loves adding small parts in songs for you to rap at even learning more about you and being a rap troll

- you broh compare your music genres and its always fun to learn eachothers customs

- Loves how yoy were excited to hear the poppy knew how to rap but deflated that it was only kind rap words so yoy had to explain the differences but still enjoy rapping with poppy with branch grinning like an idiot to see his partner happy

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[tomasweetheart]

VARIOUS HQ BOYS . . . wearing an i <3 my bf shirt !

desc: your boyfriend decided it was a good idea to get the infamous 'i ❤️ my boyfriend' shirt.

includes: kuroo, oikawa, kenma, yaku & hanamaki x male!reader. he/him pronouns used, boyfriend is also used

warnings: cussing, uh idk kinda fluff, supposed to be a little teehee funny thing but idk.

notes: trying a new layout! (for drabbles at least)

★ KUROO !

bought it on the premise of "he is gonna think this is so fucking funny."

that's probably half of his wardrobe tbh, shirts he finds absolutely hilarious. nerd.

anyways.

when you initially saw the shirt, you didn't know what to say. or how to feel

in front of you, is your dork ass boyfriend with this shit eating grin, and he is just soo proud of himself for buying this stupid fucking shirt

and you want to laugh really because it is funny in like a 12 year old boy way, but it's also strangely endearing

so you let out the laugh that's been stuck in your throat for a surprisingly long amount of time

and his smile grows wider knowing he was right

★ KENMA !

he did not buy that shirt himself, you did.

you bought matching ones 😁

wtf do you want him to say? he doesn't know what to say.

he thinks it's kinda dumb. it's obviously not like, totally stupid, but he thinks it's a little dumb.

he'll wear it with you just to please you but other than that he won't wear it any other time

when he wore it with you once someone from the team saw him and teased him

pissed him off a little but honestly he doesn't really care. it makes you happy so, he'll do it.

★ YAKU !

okay look he's the only one who bought it seriously

he thought it was cute 😕 he wanted to surprise you

yeah he's kind of a hardass, but he's really sweet with you and wants to show that he loves you!!

so he shows up to your next date wearing it, it wasn't like a fancy date or anything, like a park date.

you were going to laugh until you realized he wore it seriously, that's when you felt your chest tighten

tell him you love it and him please, he loves you so much. he's not afraid to tell the world that

★ OIKAWA !

he got it for two reasons

1. it's really popular right now

2. you said he wouldn't actually buy it so he did to prove you wrong

you can't help but laugh at him really.

he gets all whiny because it's clearly a declaration of his love and not just him needing to prove you wrong on something

so you apologize and tell him you love it, only to get a "good you better it was like $30" in response </3

you can't win

★ HANAMAKI !

bought it on the premise "he is gonna think this is so fucking funny." pt. 2

except he didn't tell you he got the shirt

he decided he was gonna tell you by wearing the shirt at random to see if you noticed

you noticed the first couple of times, but didn't say anything to fuck with him

and it did

he got really fed up that you were being that oblivious and like finally told you that he had bought the shirt

you just tell him you noticed and didn't say anything, and now he feels like the idiot.

again, just tell him you love him and apologize

[munsonownsmyass]

Movie night

Zach Wellison x reader

Warnings: none, really. Just some fluff and some pining idiots.

Notes: This is my first time writing for Zach, so I'm not sure if I've nailed his character. But I do really love him, so I'm really happy that @boliv-jenta asked for a Zach fic 😁

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Words: 936

”Are you sure you want to do this?” Zach asks, his voice laced with concern. Always so worried, but your mind is made up. You really wanted this and there was nothing he could do to change your mind.

“I’m sure.” you give him a determined nod.

“Alright. You set the movie up, I’ll get the snacks and drinks.” Zach gives you a sweet smile, shaking his head as he walks away. He had a hard time understanding why you’d want to purposely make yourself scared.

Maybe it was silly, but there just was something about horror movies that drew you in. Not that you had watched many in the past, but after Zach became your roommate, it happened more frequently. Knowing he was there made it easier to watch them.

In the living room is a pull-out couch which always comes in handy on movie nights. You guys would make a little bed full of pillows and blankets, turn of the lights and of course get snacks. You have just finished setting it up, when Zach comes back and put the stuff on the little tray table you brought just for nights like this.

“Which one is it today?” He asks softly, eyeing your little setup with a smile.

“The Conjuring. I’ve heard it’s good. Apparently based on real events, which just makes it more scary.” You chuckle, putting on a brave face, but Zach looks right through it. So he just smiles softly and sit down, patting the couch beside him.

It doesn't take much more than 15 minutes before you slowly inch closer to Zach. He puts his arm on the backrest, just waiting for the first real jumpscare and like he predicted, you scream and nuzzle into his side.

“That didn’t take long.” Zach chuckles, gaining a slap on the gut from you.

“I hate you.” You mumble with a grin, focusing on the screen again.

“No, you don’t.” Zach smiles, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. And he’s right. You could never hate Zach. Quite the opposite, actually. Not that you’d ever tell him, though.

For now, you just settle for snuggling closer to him, letting his arm fall around you, his hand landing on your midsection.

“Oh shit!” You squeal and quickly bury your face in Zach’s chest. He just chuckles and squeeze you a little tighter, knowing this would happen again. “Don’t laugh. Aren’t you scared?”

“No, sweetheart. I’ve seen worse.” Zach grins and take a sip of his beer. While pulling you a little closer to him, Zach looks down. He’d never admit it if you asked, but he loved whenever you wanted to watch horror movies, because you always ended up like this. Snuggled into his side, needing him to protect you.

Ever since the day you met, you offering a struggling guy a meal, Zach had liked you. Too sweet for your own good, kinder than most and funny. You never once saw him as a homeless guy, just someone you had things in common with.

And now you were here, a year later, roommates and he was madly in love with you. He wouldn’t risk saying anything, afraid you wouldn’t feel the same and things would turn awkward, so he settled for this. Horror nights with you hiding in his nook.

When the end credits finally roll over the screen, you breathe a sigh of relief. It was finally over. But it really hadn’t been too bad, since Zach was there.

“It’s getting late. Maybe we should-”

“No!” You interrupt Zach, giving him a pleading look. “I... I need to see something fun before I can sleep. Please?”

How could he resist your puppy eyes? Zach just chuckles, kissing the top of your head. “Alright, sweetheart. But only if I can choose what to see now.”

You don’t remember much more after that. Zach put on a Disney movie, but which one didn’t matter. What mattered was you in Zach’s arms, the place where you always felt safe.

You wake up sometime during the night, needing to pee. But as you try to get up, Zach squeeze you tighter, mumbling for you not to go. “Got to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” You grin and make it quick.

Returning to the pullout bed, Zach instantly pull you into his embrace again. Night like these were gold to him too, having close always made him calmer, would keep the nightmares at bay.

“This is nice.” He mumbles as you settle in close, not fully awake. 

“No other place I'd rather be.” You reply, feeling flustered as his hand comes to rest on top of yours. Daring to look up, you meet his gaze. Those beautiful chocolate eyes finding yours in the dim light.

For what seems like an eternity, you just look softly at each other, no words needed. Zach is the first to break the silence.

“I like you.” He says with a hint of worry in his voice, worried you won't say it back.

“I like you too, Zach.” And then, you do something you never thought you'd be brave enough to do. Cupping his cheek, you lean in closer and kiss him softly. Just a quick, sweet kiss, but it still manages to set your body on fire.

Zach’s heart beats so fast he fears it might burst through his chest. Happiness isn't a strong enough word to describe what he's feeling right now, finally having kissed you.

For the first time in a long time, you've made him feel peace. Finally, he feels at home.

I'm not really sure who to tag in this. So I'm sorry for the unsolicited tags. Please feel free to ignore 😅❤️

@absurdthirst @wardenparker @pascalslittlebrat @littlemisspascal @nicolethered @musings-of-a-rose @thirstworldproblemss @storiesofthefandomlovers @pedrito-friskito @scorpio-marionette

[jesse-cromeans-sugarbaby]

Hiiii ! Is it possible to do a Rusty x female!reader smut with a Daddy Kink? 👀

(Love your works 😁)

Warnings: daddy kink, p in v sex, cream pie, squirting,unprotected sex,blood, slight gore, death, non-con/dub-con, and kidnapping.

Sitting in an empty field hands tied together..and gagged. I watched in horror as my friends were torn apart. Blood flew everywhere as the man brought the sledgehammer down onto one of my friends' ankles. Closing my eyes as I heard them scream in pain. Tears falling down your cheeks, you curled into a ball.

“Don’t worry baby…daddy will get to you” he says before slamming his foot onto your friends back as they try to crawl away. I gasp behind the gag..hearing the noises going on beside me..I can’t bring myself to look.

“We’ll ain’t that something…aw sweetheart you scared?” Feeling his hand drag down your face and force you to look at him. Opening your eyes you see him leering down at you. He crouched and slowly leaned down and placed a kiss onto your head.

“Don’t worry sweetheart…ain’t nothing gonna happen to you” he smirked before standing back up. “M’just gonna show these..idiots what happens when you mess with me” the gag in my mouth prevented you from screaming..watching as he lifted the sledge hammer and brought it down onto your friends head. He let out a cackle before turning towards me. Looking away I felt my body shake.

“Aww darling look at me…it’s ok” . Not looking at him I hear his footsteps approaching me. He lifts me by my hair and I wince in pain. Smirking, he holds me by my shoulders and pulls me into a bruising kiss and I smack his chest with my tied hands.

“S’alright honey…I’m gonna treat ya real nice” I struggle in his grip. “Is it the bodies?..I can take care of that baby” He grips my neck before dragging me through the mess of bodies pushing me against a fence. Removing the gag he slides his tongue up my neck. “I wanna hear you moan…” I struggle and he presses his crotch against my ass.

I struggle and he brings a knife out of his pocket and cuts my shirt off my body, before moving down to my shorts.Just like that he cuts through the panties like nothing. I shake, feeling his hand slide towards my front, gliding his hand across my breast. “Awww look at you…just wanna eat you up…” I glare in front of me before speaking “go to hel-“ I gasp feeling a hand come down onto my ass..stinging. Grinning, he rubs the spot he hit. “Come on sugar…be nice to daddy” I wiggle, before he plants a hand firmly on my back. It slides down my back towards my bottom.

His finger brush against my pussy..he drags his fingers through the wetness. I jump and bite back a moan, my face heating up. My mind is at war with itself..he leans down and kisses my shoulder blades before pushing his clothed crotch against my bare pussy..moaning softly.

Hearing me moan causes him to chuckle. “Good girl…let daddy hear you.” I shake my head, before I feel another slap on my ass causing me to jump. “Ye-yes..””yes what sugar?””y-yes…daddy” he nods before caressing the stinging skin. He unbuckles his belt and slides his zipper down. Gulping I feel my body shake.

He pulls his cock out before gliding it softly over my clit. I gasp and arch my back, he chuckles sliding his hand down my back. “Beg…” I turn to look at him and see his face is serious. I gulp and shiver. My body is hot..gasping when he nudged my clit again. “O-oh please…d-daddy…fuck me” he smirks before rubbing my ass.

Slowly he pushes into me..I moan, squeezing my eyes shut. The burn feels so good. He waits a minute before slowly pulling out and slamming back in. I gasp and throw my head back, he grabs a hold of my hair. I shake his thrusts are brutal. His other hand thats not holding my hair slides down to my hip.

“Come on baby girl..scream for daddy” moaning loudly as he guides my hips back into his thrusts. Growling, his nails dig into my hips, I wince a bit before my mouth opens in a silent scream. He smirks, realising what he found. He smirks and angles his hips to hit that spot again. “O-oh y-yes…d-daddy!!” Smirking, he pulls me up by my hair. His arms wrapped around my front.

“You're such a good girl f’me” I nod and whine when one of his fingers slides down to my clit. He rubs little circles on my clit and my legs squeeze together.

“Come on daddies cock..yeah baby..come on” I squeal and suddenly feel a gush. I grasp onto the arms around my front, nails digging into them. He groans, digging his face into my shoulder. His thrusts slow and he spills into me. I feel him grin against my neck before placing a kiss there.

He pulled away glancing down at where me and him are connected. He grinned seeing that I squirted on him, he slowly pulled out and watched as his come oozed out of me. Pulling his jacket off he draped it over my shoulders. Before picking my exhausted body up.

“Such a good girl..daddies gonna have so much fun with you” he walked over to his truck stepping over the bodies that laid on the floor.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

So I’m at work rn and listening to music and just had to send this to you otherwise I’d forget but its ‘Class of ‘86’ 20 year reunion and Eddie rocks up with wife!reader and everyone is just shocked to see him cause he “cleaned up”.

Request by.

@randomreader1999 ❤️

❤️

Eddie smirks at the stunned looks on his former classmates' faces, everyone except Robin, Steve and Nancy who he hangs out with regularly look between you and him with matching shocked expressions.

"Stare much?" you grumble and vow to verbally kick ass if someone upsets Eddie. It took a little bit of persuasion for him to even want to show up in the first place- not that you could blame him after the shit show that he told you had happened in 86.

Today was Hawkin Highs 20th school reunion and you were Eddie's date, the two of you had been together for three and a half years and were recently married .

You met Eddie when he fixed up your car for you, the stupid thing had stalled on the side of the road and all of a sudden this unbelievably kind and gorgeous man was helping you out. You were in the middle of a panic attack and he was soothing you, helping a stranger he had just met from freaking out, you were panicking that you wouldn't get to your job in time and he jumped in immediately to help you.

The second time you met was at the coffee shop you adored and Eddie was there in his mechanic uniform, hair in a bun and his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

"Princess, you miss me already?" he was teasing and full of mischief. The banter came easy between the two of you and it wasn't long until the two of you were dating.

And now here you were at this reunion and you were anxious to meet the idiots who thought that your Eddie could ever be anything but kind and a gentleman.

"Keep your claws in kitten, we all know they are staring because I'm hot as fuck" you giggle and kiss his cheek exasperated.

It was true he looked gorgeous. His dark curls were beautifully styled and an all-black suit fitted him to perfection. You were still a little pouty about him cutting his hair, so used to it being long but you loved the short hair too. He was fine as hell and all yours.

"I think I might have sent Miss O'Donnell into shock, must be a change not to see me looking like a and I Quote "satan lover" you roll your eyes at the stupidity of some people.

All because he wore leather and rings and looked a little bit intimidating. You thought Eddie was going to be mean as hell when you first met him and you were taken in by the broody, intense demeanour, which pretty much fell away the moment you smiled at him and stammered a nervous hello in between panicked breaths, trying to calm yourself down from panicking about your flat tire and being late for work.

He was the biggest sweetheart you had ever met. You take his hand and squeeze it gently, no one was going to make your Eddie feel like he wasn't welcome.

"Seriously though you think they had never seen a guy in a suit before" Steve jokes and you giggle, knowing that it was because the Eddie of now looked so far removed from the Eddie back then.

Fuck them. You were going to make sure that Eddie had the best time and show everyone that Eddie was amazing, he had always been amazing no matter what he wore or how he acted.

"How about we sneak away later and put that old bats desk to good use" you suggest to Eddie as O'Donell purses her lips and eyes Eddie warily. Eddie gives her a sarcastic wave and turns to you with the biggest grin on his face.

"Princess, you read my mind"

🖤

[dominimoonbeam]

😁 Oh, my lovely, wonderful Domini

I have a dream… of using the combined prompts,

“Well, someone’s cranky today.” and “Well, someone needs to shut the fuck up.” combined with *kissing to annoy a third party*, involving David & Darlin snarking at each other, and upon realizing Quinn is watching, choosing to kiss each other to piss him off 😈 Bonus points if they quickly forget the point of the kiss is to annoy Quinn 🤣 💋

CHAR!! I love it. Thank you so much for this ask!!

I might flesh this one out more before I post it to ao3... We'll see.

David/Darlin

tags: first kiss, idiots in love, drinking, bar fight

MY WHAT BIG TEETH YOU HAVE

David nursed his beer at the bar, making sure to take it slow because Asher was hellbent on dragging him to the dance floor when he was done with this one.

Fuck that.

Darlin leaned against the bar beside him, turned the other way to face the room, their arms pressing back to settle elbows on the surface. “At this rate we’re going to need to carry him home,” the remarked.

David turned enough to look back over his shoulder at the floor and Asher. He bit the inside of his lip to hide a smile. Ash and about half the pack were dominating the dancefloor—not pushing anyone else out but definitely a presence. It was impossible not to be. A fire elemental stepped closer to Asher and even from across the room David caught that look, the curious one asking to get even closer to Asher. He only watched long enough to see the grin on his best friend’s face before looking away again, taking a deep drink off his beer because he would not need to worry about Asher coming back to bother him tonight.

“Doesn’t look like we’ll be the ones carrying him.”

Darlin laughed and then snagged his beer.

“Get your own,” he griped but rolled his eyes when the finished it.

“We’re sharing!”

“The fuck we are!”

Darlin pouted. “Well, someone’s cranky today…”

“Well, someone needs to shut the fuck up,” he countered, but flagged the bartender for another, signaling for a second bottle for the shifter next to him.

Someone else came up to them… or rather, came up to Darlin.

David glanced over his shoulder at the vampire looking Darlin over from head to toe, lingering on their neck.

Darlin, for their part, stared back, mostly bored.

“I heard you’re into biting,” the vampire said, not having to raise their voice to have it slithering in their ears.

David swiveled to the side, more than ready to show this biter just how fast a shifter could move.

But Darlin grinned. “I am. But you can go back and tell him that his little teeth don’t do it for me anymore.”

David raised an eyebrow, not sure what they meant until the vampire hissed and bolted back into the crowd. It was fast enough that he barely clocked them until they reappeared on the other side of the club, at a cluster of couches and next to another vampire.

Quinn.

David turned forward before he could show that he even noticed him, picking up a beer and taking the first drink. He knew Darlin was staring back at their ex from across the room. He’d been a nightmare and the breakup had been violent and ugly, but that was a few years ago now. Darlin was back with the pack, safe and happy, just like he’d always hoped they would be.

David passed them the beer in his hand and they took it like that was always the plan. “Little teeth, huh?”

Darlin sipped and shrugged, turning their head to look back at him. “I know it’s petty but if he’s going to send his creeps to try to make me uncomfortable I figure it’s fair to try to piss him off…”

David shook his head. “It’s not petty.”

Darlin took another swig and then passed the bottle back to him. “He’s always thought you and me had a thing.”

David looked at them again. The idea sent a jolt through him, maybe because he’d always had a soft spot for Darlin. Maybe Quinn wasn’t quite as stupid as David always thought… “Do you want to really piss him off?”

Darlin blinked at him, trying to play it cool, but their gaze flicked to his mouth for a second and then back his eyes. “What?”

David shrugged.

Darlin smiled slowly. “Seriously?”

David shrugged again.

Darlin flashed teeth, tempted. “He might lose it…”

“He already lost it,” David reminded, waiting. And let that biter make a move. David wasn’t worried.

Darlin slid their back along the bar, into his space, and he lifted his arm from the surface to give them that real estate in front of him, his hand settling on their hip.

Darlin curled an arm around the back of his shoulders. “You drunk?” they asked, checking.

He laughed before he could catch it. The idea of them checking to make sure they weren’t taking advantage of him was too funny.

“Shut up,” Darlin laughed while scolding.

He leaned down and kissed them, soft and short first, their lips still close and their bodies practically pressed together.

Darlin blinked, stunned, and then kissed him harder, pulling themself flush against him.

David wound his arm around their back, devouring that kiss like it might be his only.

Later that morning, he’d know that he forgot the kiss was to piss off Quinn the second they slid in front of him, and so had they.

But it had still worked.

Later that morning, he’d hear from Milo how Quinn shot across the room like a missile, fangs out.

He hadn’t known then only because Quinn never made it close enough for it to matter. Asher caught him halfway across the club, shifting into a wolf and closing teeth around his ribcage before he made it.

The whole empowered club erupted into a bar fight that somehow devolved into a flashy show of powers once the vampires were tossed out. The Department arrived late enough to frown in confusion, scold the lot of them, and write citations for risking covert with indoor storms, fireworks, and earthquakes set to the beat of music.

[firsttimewriter92]

Steven grant being a soft dom? Make it as nsfw as your heart desires 😁

Dear simpforbritgents, THANK YOU for asking for Steven <3 Perfect timing for the Moon Knight anniversary ;) I feel like there is a criminal lack of fanfiction about this lovely man. Writing him dominant was a little difficult at first but I think I did it. I hope you enjoy my smutty little smut smut. It´s purely indulgent because I just LOVE an anxious gentleman. EXPLICIT. Minors, be GONE!! I apologise for any missinformation about their condition/terminology

Summary: Two idiots in love and an alter that´s had enough of the pining

Word count: 4.757

Warnings: comfort/fluff, kissing, making out, teasing, lovemaking, desperate PinV, no protection (Wrap it up, guys!!!), little angsty, immense fluff

“I´m sorry, love. I´m sorry, I know. I´m late.” Rounding the counter of the gift shop hurriedly, Steven was panting. His ink black hair was slightly plastered to his forehead, little droplets of perspiration gathering at his temple. He gave you an apologetic smile as he kicked his bag underneath the counter. You grinned back mischievously at your best friend, leaning your hip sassily against the countertop and crossing your arms. “Did Marc give you a hard time again?” you asked. His slightly bloodshot eyes went round as saucers and he hissed in a panicked voice “Don´t say that out loud,___. Aside from you, nobody knows about this.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “There´s nobody here yet, Steven, calm down.” He gave you a sour look as you giggled. Steven sighed deeply rubbing his dark circled eyes. “I think the muppet went out drinking last night. I feel proper shit.”

Just as he said it an obnoxious sound reached your ears. The insistent clearing of a throat. “Don´t think I didn’t notice you being late again, Stevie.” Steven closed his eyes in defeat and turned to look at the blond. “Mornin´ Donna.” Her beady eyes shot in your direction for a moment, knowing well you wouldn’t take much of her shit. She usually preferred to berate Steven when you weren’t around. You had no problem snapping back at her the moment she overdid it, especially when it came to your best friend. You were quite fond of Steven. Well, that was a gods damn lie. You were head over heels for the anxious, not knowing how good he looks brit. He didn’t need to know that though. It was wishful thinking even though you´d accepted his issues and tried to help him as best you could. Steven had bigger problems than losing his best friend over silly feelings he didn’t return.

When you noticed that something was up with him and he finally confided in you (after massive arguments with Mark as he told you later), he was so scared you´d deem him a freak and leave. He told you about everything. About Marc and what he had been through. About how he, Steven, came to be. He told you about Konshu and Layla and Harrow, about what happened in Egypt. You went almost crazy when one day he´d just vanished without a trace for days. Steven always said he owed you that explanation. Although he didn’t have to deal with Konshu anymore, Marc, he couldn´t and wouldn´t let go. You understood completely. And yet, you still had to meet Marc in person. Sometimes when Steven knew you wouldn’t have time to spend with him, he´d let Marc take over to spend time with his wife. And every time, Steven came back to work either with a hangover or hickeys scattered across his collarbone and scratch marks down his arms. Those marks hurt. You knew it was Marc and damn it, he was a married man but still…Sometimes you just whished you could mark Steven up just as much. Showing his alter that he was yours, although he wasn’t.

Steven was mortified the first time he connected the dots about these marks and swore by the life of Gus, he couldn’t remember anything. That Marc made sure he would never, ever be involved. Not that Marc´s ego would allow it anyway.

“I really don´t give a rat´s behind what you do all night, Stevie, but come in late one more time and ___ will work the desk alone from now on.” Donna´s head nodded in your direction and you fixed her with a stone cold glare. “It´s Steven, Donna. Ste-ven. One would think an oh so educated career women such as yourself would be able to hold onto that tiny bit of information” you seethed. Donna´s neck turned pink as she gave a sarcastic huff and walked away.

Steven turned to you with a proud smile. “I wish I had the comebacks you have” he said with a crooked grin. You gave him a smirk and leaned closer to him, looking into his glittering dark eyes. “I´ll gladly teach you, my young Padawan.” Steven´s smile widened even more. “Now come on. These highly authentic gummy scarabs aren´t going to sell themselves” you sang.  

Steven mind was reeling even after you leaned back into your own space and began restocking the shelves of the gift shop. His heart was beating in his throat manically and once again he cursed his hesitation. He had it bad for you ever since he heard you berate Donna for the first time for calling him Stevie. His heart warmed every time he saw you, his pulse picking up every time he heard you quietly humming to yourself. He had to force his eyes away from your figure every time you wore one of those bloody summer dresses.

Seriously, man, he heard Marc sigh in his head. How many times do I have to tell you? When you´re in front, go for it! Pursue her, for crying out loud. It´s kind of getting old that you´re always just beating it to the thought of her. Steven spluttered some excuse and immediately made a beeline to the employee bathroom. Locking the door behind him he stomped over to the mirror and was met with the reflection of a sly grinning Marc. “Will you stop?!” he hissed, cheeks aflame. Marc rolled his eyes. Come on, Steven. It´s getting pathetic. It´s happening almost every night now. Aren´t you tired of that? Wouldn’t you rather have her panting underneath you, hmm? Her shaking thighs around your waist? Her perky- “Stop talking about her like that!” Steven yelled and immediately gave the door a panicked look. Marc´s reflection lifted his palms in apology. All right, you´re right. That was a bit out of line but, Steven…you´re head over heels for this woman. It´s getting painful to look at. Will you please just talk to her? Take her out on a date? Fuck her senseless so we can sleep again?

Steven groaned as image after image invaded his mind, making his palms sweat. He exhaled a long breath. Of course he knew Marc was right. It was getting a little ridiculous. The way he thought about you when he was pleasuring himself? Pure filth! Every night! He shook his head. “I know” he admitted, looking at Marc in the mirror. “I know I need to do something but…Marc…what if she doesn’t feel the same? I can´t…I can´t lose her, Marc. That would quite literally rip me apart.” Marc´s expression changed from sly to understanding. Nodding and rubbing his face he tried to encourage his brother. I´m not the most sensitive guy anymore, that´s way more up your alley. I see the way she looks at you though. I see Layla´s expressions in her eyes sometimes. If that helps. Steven lifted his head, his eyes big and hopeful. I can give you some tips I guess. But then it´s up to you. You´re not me. She´s not into me. Remember that. The moment her tongue is in your mouth, I´m gone, dude.

“I´d say that´s what I´d expect, yea?” Steven said with a small smile. His stomach was twisting with nerves. He needed Marc´s help to get anywhere with you. And although he was terrified to confess, he was sure he´d burst at the seams any day now if he wouldn’t be able to make his feelings known. It caused him physical pain.

Tonight was movie night. Perfect. He would have to do something tonight, lest he spend this night as well with his hand around his cock, imagining your blissed out face as you came violently around him.

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You knocked on Steven´s door like every Friday night and like every Friday night, Steven opened the door with a smile. Something was different though. It looked like he had just jumped out the shower and your eyes went momentarily wide. Your pulse started to race when your gaze drifted from the water droplets running down his neck to his tousled hair and…the sweatpants. The bloody sweatpants. He didn’t seem to notice your ogling when he turned on his heel and said “Come on in, popcorn´s almost ready, love.”

Shaking your head and trying hard not to look at his firm behind you entered what somehow suddenly felt like a lion’s den. Your skin erupted in goosebumps when you took a look around. You always loved his messy apartment. This time though it seemed like he made some kind of effort. His bed clearly visible in the back was made, the dining table void of any books and notes and….was it warmer in here than usual?

You made your way over to his couch and sat down, stiffer than you usually did. When Steven rounded the bookshelf, bowl of popcorn in hand you had to swallow hard. Was it just your imagination or did his hips swing more than usual? Did he always used to wear shirts that fitted? Since when were his arms this bulgy? Letting your eyes wander shamelessly you also noticed something else. Something lower…something in his sweatpants…Holy bloody hell!

Hastily you averted your eyes. The temperature in your body rising steadily and your breath getting shallower, only one more sentence seemed to form in your brain. He´s not wearing underwear, he´s not wearing underwear, he´s not wearing underwear!!!

Steven plopped down next to you, reaching for the remote. He sat up slightly when he did, set down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and as he sat back down it wasn’t your imagination playing tricks on you. He was much closer now. So close you could feel his scorching heat burn into your thigh, arm and shoulder. What the hell was going on? It´s not like you didn’t enjoy it. On the contrary. Your head was reeling, body pulsing. Slowly you sank deeper into the cushions of his couch, leaning towards him even more.

While the movie was playing, the sensations his closeness invoked were rising and rising. His scent invaded your every breath. Firewood, cotton and something close to caramel. The pressure you felt right between your legs almost became impossible to ignore. With a little groan you tried to rub your legs together as discreetly as you could but….“You alright, love?”

“Huh?” your head whipped towards Steven who was already staring at you. Not looking, staring. His eyes were intense but soft. Unblinking his dark irises were fixed on yours, his nose almost touching yours while your panting breath escaped your lips. “Are you hot?” he whispered. Your eyebrows shot up your forehead. “W-What?” you croaked dryly. “Is it too hot for you in here, darlin´?” His voice was smooth as butter. Quiet and silken. You almost went cross eyed as you tried not to look at his full lips. “A little…maybe” you breathed. Stevens mouth quirked upwards into a grin you hadn’t seen before. A small thought made its way into your foggy brain like a small flickering light. “Let me get you something to cool down then, yea?” As he said it, he leaned in just a tiny bit more, lightly and carefully bumping the tip of his nose with yours.

You kissed breathing goodbye.

The moment he stood up and passed right in front of you, his round cheeks right in front of your face, you knew…you knew he heard how you almost choked on your own saliva. Suddenly that flickering light in your head turned into a lit match.

“Marc!” you said a little too loudly and clambered from the couch. Steven, or Marc, froze into place by the fridge. You walked over to him slowly on shaky legs. You observed how his strong shoulders tensed and his hands clenched and unclenched. “Are you?...Marc?” you asked carefully, standing only 6 feet behind him now. He let out a sigh and let his head hang as he sheepishly turned around. No Marc. This was definitely your Steven. His ears and cheeks were tinted flaming pink when he looked at you with slightly hooded eyes.

“Afraid it´s just me, love” he said, disappointment lacing his baritone voice. Immediately your body reacted to his tone with a sinking feeling in your stomach. “Just….you? Steven, what…?” you took a step towards him. He lifted his hands and ruffled his own still damp hair and groaned. After taking another big, big breath he turned to you fully and looked you square in the eyes. Something aching visible on his beautiful face.

“I´m sorry,___. I asked Marc to help me with this but I think we both went a little overboard. What was I thinking? I´m not bloody smooth. I´m awkward and I babble when I´m nervous which is all the time when I´m around you. It´s a good nervous. Such a good nervous but did I have the bloody balls to do something about it? No. I needed help from my alter that actually gets laid. He told me! He told me `Steven, don´t forget, she´s into you, not me. Don’t try to be me`. And that´s exactly what I did! I´m such a muppet. You´re the only person I ever wanted to impress or cared about what they thought of me. You´re wonderful, you´re strong, you´re beautiful, you´re…you´re…” by the end of his sentence he was breathless. Still staring at you, gauging for your reaction, his eyes looked at you with worry, fear and hope. It was a look that would forever be imprinted into your brain. Especially when you knew immediately that you wanted to take him out of his misery. You smiled at him as warmly as you could and closed more distance.

“Steven, you wonderful man” you said fondly. His eyes blitzed at the compliment. “How could you think that I would want anyone that is not you?” Slowly you raised your hands and encased his face, his eyes wide. His hands twitched when they lifted to your waist. “And just so you know, you are smooth. Very much so, darling. Got me all flustered” you grinned. His shy laugh made your heart sing. Stevens hand slowly moved up and down your sides before he gently pulled you closer until your chests were touching. “You mean that?” he asked, a little uncertainty still lingering in his voice. “Uhum” you nodded your head softly, tilting it a little to brush your nose with his. He took a shaking breath before his grin let his teeth show. “___” he rumbled your name softly. It caused a shiver to run down your spine in the most delicious way. “Can I?”

Softly nodding you closed your eyes contently, his breath fanning your face and your heart going ballistic. The way he pressed his lips to yours was not hesitant or shy. It was a determined encasing of your lower lip. Soft and insistent. A bolt of lightning shot through your body and as he moved one hand to the back of your head opening his mouth to you, a long happy groan escaped you. It was magical the way his lips moved over yours. A hunger you weren’t used to rose in your belly so the moment he introduced his hot tongue into the kiss your arms wound themselves around his neck, pulling him down to you. A surprised breath escaped him but he didn’t stop. His arm wound around the small of your back, lifting you momentarily.

His tongue gliding over yours made your head foggy yet again. “Steven” you mumbled against his mouth. “Steven…more.” He groaned long and deep. “My pleasure, love” he said happily. You yelped when he scooted down and quite literally threw you over his shoulder, walking briskly over to his bed. Giggling like a maniac he threw you onto the mattress and quickly made his way above you. Swallowing hard you looked at his smiling face. His eyes even darker now, his lips kiss swollen and shining. His elbows held him up while you slowly opened your legs to make room for his narrow hips. Snuggling closer he started pecking your face and neck lightly and lovingly. “Sweet, sweet girl. Been dreaming of this so much. You´re so soft, my love. So warm.” His mumbled praises went right to your nether regions and you could feel your panties dampen. His weight between your legs was comforting and arousing at the same time. Your hands glided over his shoulders and down his chest as he started suckling your neck. “Steven….Steven, please” you said with a whine and arched your back into him.

“Please what, love? Come on, birdie. Use your words.” His confidence sparked something in you. “Please. I want you, Steven. Want to feel you.” He chuckled and grazed his teeth against your jaw, making you shiver and grab onto the hem of his shirt, tugging. It came off in a second, carelessly thrown over his shoulder. Forget damp panties, they were proper drenched now by the sight of his toned chest and shoulders. “Fuck” you huffed and let your hands wander. His fiery gaze raked over your heaving chest. “Your turn, birdie.” Nodding quickly he helped you get rid of your shirt and bra. Once your breasts were freed he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. His tongue poked out to wet his lips. “Heavens, please. Please let me put my mouth on you” he panted. You only had time to nod once before he surged down and carefully and languidly sucked one nipple into his mouth.

Again you felt a bolt surge down your body and a long moan escaped your lips. Your hips lifted towards him and now you could clearly feel his arousal pressing insistently against your pussy. “Shit” he rasped against your chest, switching to the other nipple. His hand splayed out over the small of your back and quite literally yanked you upwards while grinding against you. A long, ragged groan mixed with your own high pitched sigh created a melody only you and him were able to compose.

Sweat started to coat your body as he was still grinding, suckling and grabbing every slither of naked skin he could find. All your thoughts were occupied by him. The sweet scent of arousal, sweat and him invaded your nose and brain unlike anything you´d ever experienced. “You´re a dream come true” Steve panted, lifting his head and looking at you like you were everything he´d ever wanted. A feeling of overwhelming fondness and attraction tightened your chest and very specific words formed on your tongue. Too occupied with the sensation of his hard cock rubbing just right against the already wet patch on your pants, the words just spilled. “Fuck, Steven. Feels so good, don’t stop, please. I love you.”

His mouth stopped abusing your nipple. Within a second his eyes were trained on yours. Blown wide open he stared at you. “Say it again” he said lowly. “Say it again, please.” You could hear the pleading in his voice. Swallowing hard, your hands moved to the back of his neck and played with his luscious curls. “I love you” you whispered.

Like a dam breaking you saw his eyes water slightly, an incredulous breath bubbling up from his chest. In a second he was on you. Kissing you like a man starved, moving his hips more insistently against you. You threw your head back before you could think too much about the fact that he hadn´t said it back yet. “Darling,” he panted. “Little bird, you have no idea how much I…How often I dreamt of those words. Please let me have you, please, please.” You were sure you were going cross eyed at this point. With a rushing in your ears you clung to him. “Want you in me. Steven, please. Now. Want you so much.”

The last bit of his restraint snapped and with a feral growl he basically clawed the rest of your clothes off of you. Completely bare to him you reached out and pushed down his sweatpants. Quickly he wriggled out of them, kind of awkwardly but none of you could mind it that much.

“You sure?” he grunted while grabbing his cock an tugging on it. “Steven, I swear to everything that is holy, if you don’t fill me up right this second I´m going to lose my mind!” He grinned and grabbed your thighs in a vice like grip, yanking you towards him. “C´ mere then, little bird” he said.

Not waiting for any preparation, just pure lust and desperation to feel each other fuelling you, he grabbed the backsides of your thighs and pushed them back and further apart. Situating himself between them he took his dick into his hand and guided it to your entrance. “Little bird” he breathed raggedly when he pushed himself into you.

“Gods, Steven” you choked out as he bottomed out. Clawing at his back squirming you needed a minute to adjust. He stilled and screwed his eyes shut in concentration. “Don’t move, my love” he pressed out. “Don’t move. I´m goin´ to cum, fuck.” You tried to stay as still as you could but the sensation of his pulsing dick inside of you made it a herculean task. Little desperate whimpers left your mouth as you stared up at his face. His eyebrows were still pinched, his jaw set. When he opened his eyes again they immediately locked on yours. Your hands made their way onto his back, splaying out and clearly feeling the goosebumps there. A shudder ran down his curved spine as he leaned over you more, never breaking eye contact.

“I love you, too” he whispered, stroking your cheek. “I love you so damn much, my bird.” The breath you didn’t notice you were holding escaped your lungs in a rush. As you pulled him down to you yet again his weight settled perfectly on top of you. Steven kissed you while he started moving his hips again and a sensation unlike anything you´d ever felt rocked your body up into his.

“Steven” you mumbled, pressing his face closer to your collarbone. Chuckling lightly he hummed to let you know he was listening. “What-What are you doing to me? You feel so fucking good. Oh, oh fuck.” You could feel how your comments affected him and his determination to make you feel as good as possible. He whines low in his throat, licking one broad stripe up your neck to the underside of your ear. His hot breath fanning the shell of your hear he panted. “I almost came just by entering your beautiful, wet pussy. You´re perfect for me. Just for me. Mine.” His last word was punctuated with a sharp thrust into your hips making you yelp and claw at his back.

“Fuck! Do that again. Steven, move. Please.” He didn’t hesitate and started moving quicker on top of you, holding you in his arms. Burying his face into your neck, moaning, he grinded his pelvis against you in a way that definitely made you cross eyed this time. Your mouth was wide open, your head thrown back and one hand fisted in the soft sheets below you.

“Y-Yours” you managed to croak out as another high pitched moan escaped you. His dick reaching a spot inside you that made your vision blurry from tears. “Mine” Steven panted above you. When your vision zeroed in on his face again he looked magnificent. Sweat was beading on his forehead, his eyes were as black as his hair that lay tousled against his head. His eyes bore an intensity that made your stomach clench and the low simmer of your orgasm erupted into a boiling inevitability.

“You´re mine,___” he said as he looked into your hooded eyes. He lifted a hand and placed it on your jaw, lightly grabbing your chin and tilting your face up to his even more. “Say it” he said with another pressure filled grind of his hips. “Say you´re mine and I´ll let you cum.”

“I´m yours, Steven. Always have been. Fuck, I don’t want anybody else. Please, baby, please, I wanna cum.” The tears that fell down the sides of your face were captured by his lips. “Okey, baby” he said with a sly smile and went up on his hands, positioning himself for the last stretch. “Hold on to me, birdy.” Your arms went around his neck without thinking what he might have warned you about.

You found out the next second.

Steven wasn´t the biggest you´ve ever had but by far the one who knew best how to use the movement of his hips. He didn´t push in what didn’t need to be pushed and didn’t bruise the underside of your thighs. He moved his lower body into you in naturally flowing motions that made your brain stop sending important messages to your body like breathing. As his hips picked up speed and his groans above you became more voluminous you again felt your orgasm approaching further.

“___, fuck. Hmmm, fuck, little one. That´s it. Can feel you´re close. Come on, sweetheart. ´M right behind you. Let me have it, give it to me!”

“Steven, oh gods…I´m so close. Please. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!” Almost each of your words was spiralled higher by his hips, his hot dick and his grabbing hands on your ribs and shoulder. You felt your whole body clench. Your knees pulled up and back further to make his dick slip in further with each stroke, your arms around his wide shoulders pressing him further into you.

“That´s it! That´s it!” he groaned and started quite literally fucking you into the mattress. Only a few moments later your hazy brain registered how your mouth opened and a short, delicious scream came from your throat. Your body seized all movement before you began shaking. The pleasure that surged through your veins shot into every corner of your body. From your toes to your scalp your skin was buzzing and burning. “Steven” you whined and grabbed his hair. “St-Steve-hnnn, oh my gods. Fuck, yes. Yes, don’t stop! I´m cumming, I´m cumming, Steven. Fuck. Shit….Arrrhhgg!”

“Fuuuuuuck, little bird, you´re so gorgeous. Come on, baby, just a little more for me. Ughhn, that´s right. Clench around me again. Goin´ to fill you up so good. Leave your marks on me” Steven was almost babbling as helplessly as you as he gave you these demands. Through the sheen of red and golden flecks dancing over your blurred vision you turned your head and as you lover was desperately rutting into you, you bit his neck right underneath his ear.

Stevens hand shot out to hold onto the bookshelf behind his bed as a masterfully sinful moan passed his lips and his orgasm took him. “Yes! Yes! Yes, baby, so good. So damn good. Fuckin´ ell, ahh!”

A few more rolls of his hips until his ragged breath calmed a little. With one last whiny groan he collapsed onto you.

After several minutes of heavy breathing, little kisses, nips and licks to necks and faces, the both of you lay in each other´s arms, facing each other. Steven had gotten up for only a minute to get a wet cloth from the bathroom to clean you up and after, pulled a sheet over your still slightly shivering bodies. “We sweat a little. Don’t want you to catch a cold just laying here.”

Your hand moved over his back slowly as your eyes grew heavier and heavier. You heard Steven chuckling lovingly, gracing your forehead with several little pecks before whispering. “Sleep, lovie. I´ll be right here when you wake up. Relax, I´ve got you. I love you.”

You couldn’t help the content sigh that left you before you mumbled “I love you too”. He guided your head into the crook of his neck, snuggling you as close as he could. Did you sweat? Yes. Did your bodies still carry the scent of your lovemaking? Yes. Did either of you care? No.

Would you look at that, Steven! You did it. Atta boy.

Steven rolled his eyes when he heard Marc´s voice but couldn’t contain the happy, dorky grin that split his lips as he cuddled your evenly breathing body.

“Shut up, Marc” he whispered as quietly as he could.

Apparently not quiet enough. He could feel your lips move against his throat when you mumbled the words that made him giggle with happiness and pride.

“Yeah, shut up, Marc.”

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Thank you very much for reading. I hope you enjoyed ;) I´d be very happy if you left a comment, like or reblog this fic. I´m still trying to get my foot in the door when it comes to fanfiction writing.

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