#off screen convos

[philtstone]

augh but im not done what kills me (affectionate) about shawn and juliets development is that there are so many moments that they could have gotten together sooner had shawn been less than the man juliet deserved. if he'd pushed a little harder in the early seasons or ditched abigail when juliet asked him out or given in to his impulse to be there in person for juliet when yin took her, they may have gotten together sooner but he would not have been the man juliet deserved. which is why its sooooo insane and delicious that after passing all of those tests he still technically fails her so completely -- but you cant hate him, bc hes kind of earned the right to be called a good man, hasnt he? hasnt he????? (ask the writers and shawn of you the viewer and juliet. and you have to make up your mind for yourself!!!) (of course he has. because it's fake fiction land and he is willing to go to jail to earn back her trust like 2 episodes later. but WHAT a question!!)

[contingencyprotocol]

Sam says “FUCK” and hits the ground when Jamie gets past him at training in episode 2 and Sam barely ever cusses… speaks to how much Jamie’s bullying was affecting him that he was so mad at himself.. he knew Jamie’s comment was coming (and he was right)

:((

[subtlehaz]

can I share something that might be an unpopular opinion? is this a safe space?

so obvs The Lawsuit™️ gets talked about all the time. and while I understand Buck’s thinking… do I necessarily agree a whole lawsuit was the way to go? depends on the day. but! what I wanna know that I don’t see a ton of discourse about, is do we think Buck forgave Bobby too quickly with the treatment he gave post-lawsuit (and the treatment that led to the lawsuit in the first place tbh)?

the whole reason the lawsuit happened is because of what Buck essentially considered as Bobby’s betrayal. we know about the Divorce Era with Eddie that happened BECAUSE OF the lawsuit, we know Hen was the only one to properly welcome Buck back with a cupcake and not really hold the lawsuit against him, but we also know Bobby was still kind of a d!ck and influenced the behaviors of the rest of the 118 after the lawsuit.

we really just see Buck at the hospital after getting checked out because he cut his arm saving those people on Halloween, and Bobby showing up and being like, ‘hm, maybe you are ready to come back’ and Buck is like ‘wanna get breakfast’ 🤨

am I the only one that kind of wishes Buck like. acknowledged Bobby’s behavior? like I get he was just so grateful to have it all over, to be back to properly working etc. but NOTHING?! I mean maybe he felt so bad about the lawsuit he didn’t care? Idk someone talk this out with me

[clericofshadows]

broke: killing off garrus in 2 so you get an alternative character experience on menae and in other scenes in 3

woke: killing off garrus in 2 so he's not your forced bestie in 3

bespoke: killing off garrus in 2 so that kaidan is first in line in the character select screen

[crinj-central]

Lmao i knew it i knew oda wouldn't continue the loki scene right away

[scarysanctuary]

alright, i finished season 2 of iwtv, yeah, so, give Sam Reid his Emmy now, thanks

[mimikinyuu]

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> RO-TO-TO! SEARCHING: LEGION’S TEXT MESSAGES . . .

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[malikselfindulgence]

💌 + Grapefruitshipping my beloveds!!

King of "if my gf were wrong I'd simply reshape reality to make her correct" BWHEHW TY SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!! :3

[tsukana]

monday: build a prison

tuesday: imprison philza

wednesday: BRUNIMDHHDH until he loves me.

friday: i dont know the others. you will love me and everything will be great!

-forever 5/3/23

[bendures]

i can tell you're trying your hardest.

i can tell you're trying your hardest.

HER soft words break the heavy lull in their conversation, surprising him ; lifted from his ruminating thoughts, obi-wan blinks at her, startled not only by her gentleness but by her reassurance.

" your faith in me may be unfounded, " he answers quietly, resting his elbows on his knees as if to retreat from where she sits next to him. glancing sideways, he barks a mild, humorless laugh.

" and, need i remind you — there is no try. " his impression of the ancient master, complete with a cautionary wagging finger, banishes the somber mood for a brief moment only. the heavy darkness wraps back around them like a funeral shroud as his hand falls, a genuine weariness lining worry-worn features.

" i'm worried for him, padmé. i can't seem to— get through to him. he only shuts me out. i don't want to put you in this position, but... will you talk with him? he might listen to you. "

[bueckers555]

MOTH TO A FLAME — paige bueckers x reader

summary: in which, you’re in a relationship with caitlin clark and it’s great… except for the fact that she can’t fuck for shit. not the way paige bueckers can…

warnings: cheating (for the plot), smut, FILTH, oral, fingering, yk the usual

authors note. something i whipped up after march madness p came back today anyways i dont condone cheating dont startttt this for the plot also this is heavily inspired by moth to a flame by the weeknd

The gym lights buzzed overhead, the air thick with sweat and the sharp squeak of sneakers on hardwood.

Iowa’s practice had just wrapped, and you were leaning against the bleachers, scrolling your phone, waiting for Caitlin to finish her post-session rundown with the coach. She was all business out there—focused, intense, her dark ponytail swinging as she nodded at whatever Coach Bluder was saying.

You loved that about her, the way she owned the court, the way she’d built this empire around her name. But off the court? That’s where it got messy.

Caitlin was your girlfriend—had been for almost a year now. You’d met at some Big Ten event, hit it off over shared laughs and her goofy charm, and it’d been good—solid, even. She was sweet, attentive, the kind of girlfriend who’d text you goodnight from the road and bring you coffee after shootaround.

But in bed?

Fuck, it was like she didn’t know where to start.

She’d try—God, she’d try—but it was all quick fumbles, awkward kisses, and half-hearted moves that left you staring at the ceiling, unsatisfied, aching for something she couldn’t give.

You’d fake moans, plaster on a smile, let her think she’d rocked your world, but every time, you’d end up on your back, staring at the ceiling of her dorm, pussy still throbbing, wet and unsatisfied, craving something she didn’t have in her. It wasn’t her fault—she just didn’t get it, didn’t know how to dig into you, pull you apart, make you scream. You’d fake it sometimes, just to keep her smiling, but the itch never went away.

And then there was Paige. Paige fucking Bueckers—UConn’s golden girl, all swagger and sharp edges, with those blue eyes that cut through you like glass.

You’d known her longer, from AAU days, back when you’d trade barbs on the court and sneak glances off it. She’d always had this pull, this heat that stuck with you, even after you picked Caitlin, even after you tried to bury it.

But Paige knew how to get you—knew every spot, every rhythm, every filthy word that’d leave you shaking. She’d fucked you into oblivion back in the day, before Caitlin, and that memory lingered like a ghost, haunting every night Caitlin couldn’t finish the job.

Your phone buzzed—Paige’s name flashing across the screen, no warning, just a text: “Heard you’re in CT this weekend. Hotel room’s open. 312.”

Your stomach flipped, heat creeping up your neck as you glanced at Caitlin, still deep in her convo, oblivious.

Iowa was playing UConn in some exhibition game Saturday—neutral site, Hartford—and you’d tagged along, figuring it’d be fine, just basketball, just Caitlin.

But Paige seemed to be the flame you couldn’t stay away from, and that text was the match.

You typed back quick, fingers trembling: “Can’t. With her.”

Sent it, locked your phone, tried to breathe. It buzzed again, instant, like she’d been waiting. “She don’t fuck you like I do. Don’t lie—312. I’ll be there.” Your throat went dry, your legs clenching together.

Fuck.

Your throat went dry, your legs shifting as that old ache flared up, the one Caitlin could never touch. You didn’t reply—couldn’t—but Paige knew. She always did.

—

Saturday rolled in fast, the arena a madhouse—yellow and black clashing with blue and white, the crowd electric.

Caitlin was locked in, her game face on, draining threes and barking plays like the star she was. You sat courtside, cheering, playing the good girlfriend, but your eyes kept sliding to Paige—her lean frame cutting through defenders, her grin cocky as hell when she’d hit a shot and jog by, winking at you like she owned you still.

Caitlin didn’t notice, too caught up, but every look Paige threw your way tightened that coil in your gut.

Post-game, Iowa took the W—close, gritty, Caitlin with 28 and the game-winner. She was hyped, all smiles as she hugged you on the sideline, sweat dripping, her arm slung around your shoulders. “You good, babe?” she asked, her voice loud over the noise, her hand squeezing your waist.

You nodded, smiled back, but your mind was already slipping—Paige’s text burning a hole in your pocket, her room number looping in your head like that.

You made the excuse later—told Caitlin you were grabbing something from the team bus, needed a sec to clear your head after the crowd.

She bought it, too busy soaking in the win with her teammates, kissing your cheek quick before you slipped out.

The hotel was a five-minute walk, your pulse hammering the whole way, guilt gnawing at you but not enough to stop. Paige was the pull—the flame—and you were the dumbass moth, wings already singed.

Room 312.

You knocked once, sharp, and the door swung open fast—Paige standing there, still in her UConn warmup shorts and a cut-off tee, her hair damp from a shower, her smirk lazy but her eyes hungry.

“Knew you’d show,” she said, her voice low, rough, stepping aside to let you in. The door clicked shut, and the room smelled like her—clean sweat, citrus, that stupid coconut lotion she always used.

“Shut up,” you muttered, flustered, dropping your bag by the bed, your hands already fidgeting. “This doesn’t mean shit, Paige—I’m still with her.”

She laughed, short and dark, stepping closer ‘til her chest brushed yours, her height forcing you to tilt your head up. “Yeah? That why you’re here? ‘Cause Caitlin Clark’s so fucking perfect?” Her hand found your hip, gripping hard, pulling you in ‘til you felt her heat through your clothes. “She don’t fuck you right—never has. I can see it all over you, starvin’ for it.”

You shoved her back, half-hearted, your breath catching. “Fuck you,” you said, but it came out weak, your body already leaning back into her, that pull too strong. “You don’t know shit.”

“Don’t I?” Paige’s grin turned sharp, her hands yanking your jacket off fast, tossing it to the floor, her fingers sliding under your shirt, nails scraping your stomach. “I know how you sound when you’re actually feelin’ it—how you shake, how you beg. Caitlin ever hear that shit? Nah, she don’t.”

She was right, and it pissed you off.

Caitlin tried, she did, but it was all vanilla, all clumsy hands and quick finishes that left you hollow.

Paige?

She was nasty—knew how to break you down, make it sick, make it good. You grabbed her shirt, pulling her in, your lips crashing into hers—angry, messy, all teeth and tongue, her groan vibrating against you as she shoved you back toward the bed.

“Fuckin’ knew it,” she muttered, her voice thick, her hands rough as she pushed your shirt up, yanking it over your head, her mouth already on your neck, biting hard enough to sting, her tongue flicking over the mark. “You’re still mine—don’t care who you’re with.”

You moaned, loud and raw, your hands clawing at her shorts, shoving them down with her boxers, her skin hot against yours as she kicked them off. She was on you fast, flipping you onto your stomach, her weight pinning you to the mattress, her breath hot against your ear. “She don’t get you wet like this, huh?” she whispered, her hand sliding between your legs, tugging your jeans down rough, her fingers finding you soaked, rubbing slow, teasing circles that made your hips buck.

“Paige—fuck—” you gasped, your voice breaking, your hands gripping the sheets as she pushed your thighs apart, her fingers plunging in deep—two, then three—stretching you, curling hard, her pace ruthless. “Look at this fuckin’ pussy,” she muttered, her voice thick, her fingers sliding through your folds, slow, teasing, your arousal coating her hand, sticky and hot. “Soaked for me—Caitlin ever get you this wet? Ever make this pussy drip like this?”

“No—fuck—no,” you whined, your voice muffled, your hips rocking back, desperate, your pussy clenching around nothing, begging for her. She laughed—low, nasty—her fingers plunging in—three, thick and deep—stretching you wide, your walls spasming, slick gushing out as she pumped hard, the wet slap of her hand against your pussy loud, obscene.

“Fuck—listen to that,” she groaned, her voice ragged, her other hand smacking your ass hard, the sting sharp, your skin blooming red. “This pussy’s mine—always been mine.” Her fingers curled, slamming that spot, your back arching, your moans spilling out—raw, filthy—as she fucked you relentless, her thumb grinding your clit, rough and sloppy, your juices dripping down her wrist, pooling on the sheets. “Caitlin don’t do this—don’t fuck you ‘til you’re cryin’. But I do—I always will.”

You whimpered, your face pressed into the pillow, muffling your whimpers and cries, her thumb grinding your clit, the wet slap of her hand against you echoing in the dim room. Your legs shook, your vision blurring, that sick heat building fast—Paige knew your body like a map, knew how to ruin you, and she wasn’t holding back.

“Fuck—gonna come—” you choked out, your voice wrecked, your hips grinding back into her hand, desperate, chasing it.

“Not yet,” she snapped, pulling her fingers out fast, leaving you empty, aching, your whine pitiful as she flipped you onto your back, her eyes blazing—wild, possessive. “Wanna see you when you do.” She shoved your legs up, hooking them over her shoulders, her mouth crashing between your thighs—hot, wet, her tongue flicking fast, then slow, dragging over your clit like she was savoring you.

“Paige—shit—please—” you begged, your hands in her hair, yanking hard, your back arching off the bed, the sheets sticking to your skin, damp with sweat. She sucked hard, her fingers sliding back in—three, deep—curling fast, her groan vibrating against you as she licked you clean, her eyes flicking up, watching you fall apart.

You came—hard—a scream tearing out, your thighs clamping around her head, your body shaking, slick gushing against her chin as she worked you through it, her tongue relentless, her fingers pumping ‘til you were a trembling mess, sobbing her name. She didn’t stop ‘til you pushed her off, gasping, your legs twitching, the room spinning.

She pulled back, wiping her mouth with her wrist, her grin cocky, smug, climbing up to straddle your hips, her hands pinning your wrists above your head. “Still think she’s enough?” she muttered, her voice hoarse, her arousal dripping onto your stomach as she rocked against you, chasing her own high.

“Fuck you,” you whispered, breathless, your hands breaking free to grab her hips, pulling her down harder, your nails digging into her skin as she ground against you—slow, then fast, her breath hitching, her abs flexing under your grip.

“Fuck—yeah,” she groaned, her head tipping back, her hands gripping your thighs as she rode you, her clit slick against your stomach, her pace frantic now, her moans low and real. “Shit—gonna—fuck—” She came quick, a shuddering gasp, her body tensing, her release hot and wet against you, her hands slamming into the mattress to brace herself as she shook.

You lay there—panting, tangled, the room heavy with sex, guilt creeping in slow but drowned out by the buzz of her. Paige flopped beside you, her arm slung over your chest, her breath ragged, her grin lazy but real. “You’re fucked up for this,” she said, her voice rough, teasing, her fingers brushing your jaw. “But you’re mine—always gonna be.”

You didn’t answer—couldn’t—your phone buzzing somewhere on the floor, Caitlin’s name probably lighting it up, but you didn’t move. Paige’s heat lingered, her scent all over you her, breath hot against your cheek.

[cosmosis]

MOVED TO @seratopia

miguel o’hara x reader (fluff) - call

miguel calls you because he misses you

. . .

“Lyla.“

“Yah?“

“Call y/n.“

“What do we say?“

“Oh my god, just call her. Please.“

“You’re in your office, call her yourself.“

“Lyla!“

Lyla scoffs, flickering in and out in a flash of cream and pink. Miguel rolls his eyes, watching as a module is pulled up in front of him.

Lyla flickers in, pressing the obnoxiously green “call” button on the screen as Miguel subconsciously fixes his hair. The screen starts to dial, and Lyla chuckles to herself. 

“What?“ Miguel asks, crossing his arms together. 

Lyla’s hand runs up to her mouth. “Pfft. Nothing.“

And with that, she disappears. 

The screen dials for a few more seconds, and finally, you answer the call. A video calling of you, looking down at at the camera on your watch. You’ve got your spider suit on, chaos seeming to be crashing in the background as you zip through a metropolitan city with your webbing. 

“Miguel, baby, you know I’m busy.“ You say, the man watching on his screen as you simultaneously glace down the watch and look back up to swing your webbing against random architecture. 

“I know. Sorry.“ He says, and you look expectantly down at your watch. 

“Did you need something?” You ask, and your watch suddenly drifts over towards behind you, an anomaly chasing behind you. 

“How long will it take for you to be back?“ He asks, hand slithering to the back of his neck. Even from the shitty camera quality, you can see the slightest tinge of blush on his cheek. 

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, sighing to yourself as you bustle through skyscrapers and towers galore. “Is this really was this was about?“

“Yeah, I wanna see you.“ He states. You watch as he starts tapping on the holographic screen, seemingly zooming in on a particular picture. 

You watch as Miguel already goes to grab his spider mask, clutching it in his hand while he taps at his own watch. “Where are you, honey? I can take them off your hands.“

“It’s fine, Miguel. I got it.“

“But I wanna see you.“

“You can wait a little longer, right? Jessica sent me out on this mission.“

“No. I’m going out there, where are you?“

You sigh. “Fine, I’m at Earth-681, Queens.”

“See you in a sec, hun. Love you, bye.“

“Love you. Bet I can finish this guy off before you can even make it down here-“

You hang up, and the call screen flickers dark. Miguel yanks on his spider mask, leaping off his office until...

“Wow.“

Lyla sputters in front of Miguel, laughing to herself in a doubled over position. She flashes in a few more times, each one a different frame of her laughing. Miguel tries to ignore her, speeding up into a run whilst tapping at his watch.  

“You’re really that whipped!“ She exclaims. 

“What does whipped even mean?“ Miguel asks, obviously annoyed. 

“You’ll find out later.“

“Hm.“

“Oh and, just so you know. That entire convo was recorded. Thanks!“

Miguel groans, and Lyla vanishes as soon as she came in. 

. . . 

Miguel dives headfirst into the inter-dimensional juncture, leaping directly into the skies of Earth-681. There’s millions of skyscrapers below, all of them almost identical to any other Earth he’s been on. 

He webs a nearby building, slinging himself through Queens in search of you. His spidey-sense picks up, detecting you to be in his far right. Faster than ever, he slingshots himself through buildings, his heart quickening in his chest at the thought of seeing you. 

Unexpectedly, you aren’t where you’re supposed to be. 

Miguel pauses himself onto the head of a gargoyle, eyes flickering left and right to try and find you. You’re supposed to be hugging him, kissing him, teasing him about dates and what not. 

“Boo.“

Miguel doesn’t even flinch, but he’s more excited than ever to see you. He misses you so much. 

You laugh to yourself, taking a few steps forward to Miguel. He rolls his eyes, and you can even see it through his mask. 

“Haha, very funny.“

“I know, I’m the funniest.“

“C’mere.“

Miguel wastes no time, hastily tugging you into him by your waist, until you’re close enough to hear his heartbeat. You tug your mask off, revealing the face that Miguel knows and loves. 

Tenderly, the man presses you into a kiss, savoring the taste of your lips for a moment longer than he should’ve. You can feel the poke of his fangs on your bottom lip, and you yelp a little in his mouth. 

“Ah, I’m sorry.“

“It’s fine-“

And he a presses a few more gingerly kisses to your cheek, stroking your other with his thumb. His big hand lingers on your lower back, threatening to ghost his fingers against your behind. 

“See, told you I’d finish him off before you’d come.“ You say, indulgently resting your chin on his chest. 

“Can’t believe Jess sent you out here, on your break day too.“ Miguel scowls, “Wanted to take you somewhere special.“

“Welp, now I’m free.“ You shrug, and Miguel leans the both of you against the concrete walls of the tower. 

Something sparks in Miguel’s mind. 

“Hun, what does whipped mean?“

“Whipped?“

“Mhm. Lyla mentioned it earlier.“

You chuckle a little. 

“It’s what you are, Miguel.“

“And what, exactly, is that?“

“Absolutely in love with me. Like you’ll do anything, k’know?“

Miguel grumbles to himself, releasing you from his embrace. 

“I hate that she’s right.“

miguel gets jealous oneshot (same universe)

[hughes-your-daddy]

Juno

pairing: luke hughes x singer!reader

warning: slightly suggestive, fluff, swearing

summary: you’re performing in new jersey with luke, his family and team in attendance

luke shuffles through the crowd, everyone following in tow since he knows his way around these events with your security. some of them occasionally stop for pictures with some of the fans, exchanging friendship bracelets some for him and some for you which he happily accepts, before they make it to the vip tent in the middle of the arena.

everyone shuffles into it, like finding the front middle seat, nervously awaiting for you to come onstage.

“you excited?” quinn asks bumping his shoulder, decked out in your merch.

“i think he’s more nervous than y/n.” jack chirps, swinging his arm around the other side of luke.

“she’s never performed here before, and considering we’re usually playing her it’s kinda nerve wracking.” he says looking around the prudential centre.

“crazy how it turns into a concert venue.” nico awes, a smile across his face as he looks about. they’re mid convo before they get interrupted by the lights going down, the intro video playing on big screens.

you stand nervously side of stage ready to run on to do your entrances, towel wrapped tight around you ready for the surprise. you run on your cue hearing fans erupt in cheers before coming to a halt centre standing, covering the lights with your hand to look out into the crowd.

hearing the beginning of taste play you let the first few bars go, locking eyes with luke in the vip tent smiling slightly before revealing your body suit for the night, a red, white and black striped body suit with the number 43 on your nude tights, hearing the crowd go crazy.

you giggle to yourself at the reaction before beginning the show. it’s goes amazingly, feeling the insane vibes from the crowd you get to one of your favourite part of the show where you get to arrest someone before juno.

you walk out with your two backup dancers, coming down to the front of the stage “thank you guys so much for coming out tonight, you’ve been incredible, but all night i’ve been seeing this guy,” you smile staring at luke, as the crowd turns to the tent.

“girls come here, come here.” you say hurrying over to the middle, “hey there, what’s your name?” you ask acting clueless, seeing luke blush, as the others around him shout luke, as he appears on the screen with “arrest” written around him, sirens going off.

“luke? oh my god wow,” you giggle, “how are you?” you ask, seeing him beam back at you, giving a thumbs up.

“i’m overwhelmed, like i knew you were beautiful, but i didn’t know you were that gorgeous.” you smile, seeing the others chirping him.

“guys somethings happening to my body, and, oh my god you’re making me so hot, my clothes are falling off,” you say, your skirt falling down to reveal a shorter one, “and oh my gosh guys i don’t know what to do with myself?” you ask the dancers as the you hand you the pink fluffy handcuffs.

“i’m just gonna have to arrest you for being too hot.” you smile, a hint of sarcasm in your voice, handing the pink fluffy hand cuffs to the security guard who takes them up to luke.

you see him go bright red, his parents watching as the beginning kicks in. dancing round the stage you perform the song having the time of your life before getting to your favourite part.

“wanna try out some freaky positions?” you sing, running up onto the hydraulic, sending a smirk luke’s direction before kneeling down into the famous hockey player stretch.

“have you ever tried this one?” you sing, bouncing a few times before spinning around onto your knees to keep singing.

the crowd goes wild and you can see luke’s friends and brothers riling him up in the vip tent.

you finish the song and a few more before heading off stage to get ready for your final number.

you quickly change into your final outfit a little surprise for luke.

the small platform on the stage rises, coffee cup in hand and the crowd goes wild seeing you wear a number 43 new jersey devils hockey jersey.

you sing and dance your way through the final number before hitting your final pose, seeing the vip tent empty meaning they’re probably waiting backstage.

“thank you new jersey, you’ve been wonderful as always.” you smile, waving and blowing a few kisses before heading off stage, handing your mic to the technicians pulling out your in ears and letting them hand down over your shoulders, heading backstage, seeing a large crowd of friends and family waiting, luke at the front.

they spot you walking down and begin to cheer, causing you to duck your head before doing an exaggerated curtsy and heading straight over to luke.

he wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the ground slightly as everyone goes back to their own conversations.

“you were incredible baby,” luke whispers in your ear before setting you down.

“you like the outfit?” you ask, as he takes your hand and spins you, before pulling you back in by the waist, one hand remaining there, the other on your cheek.

“mmh, you drive me insane.” he whispers, his lips against yours before pulling you in for a kiss. you hear some of the boys chirping him, as he pulls one hand away shooting them the middle finger, before unexpectedly he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

“luke!” you squeal, as he walks towards your dressing room. the two of you giggle until he makes it to your room, setting you down before he sits on the small couch.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer.” you smirk, seeing his eyes take your body.

“honestly, i’d do so much more, but we’re heading out to celebrate with the others.” he smiles, pulling you in between his legs by the back of your thighs.

“nothing to say we can’t have a little fun at home, i have a day off tomorrow.” you smile, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“y/n my mom and dad are staying with us, i love you but i can’t when they’re in the house.” he says, a small blush creeping on his cheeks as he lets out a small laugh, “but seriously, you were amazing, i have no words to describe it. i just, i seriously love you.” you smiles, looking up to meet your eyes, his hands resting on your waist.

“i love you more,” you smile before he stands back up.

“ok, gimme your in ears ill take them for you.” he smiles, already turning you to help you unhook it from your bra.

he gently takes them off before heading out, giving you one last kiss before you get changed.

you quickly change into some low-rise baggy jeans and a small white cropped top, before quickly brushing out your hair and topping up your makeup, slapping a cap on, grabbing your bag and heading out.

you say hi to everyone else, standing to wait with the hughes family.

“thanks for having us y/n, was a really fun night.” quinn smiles, giving you a big hug followed by jack.

“honestly, never seen like so happy in his life.” jack chirps causing yous to laugh.

“speaking of luke, where is he?” ellen asks, and just in time he returns, standing beside you, hand in his.

“all set.” he smiles down at you before everyone piled out to head to the bar.

“oh and fyi,” luke says, stopping you a little behind everyone else.

“yeh?” you ask, confused.

“we could try that position if your down.” he smirks, causing yous to slap his chest moving to walk away, “hey, you asked me.” he calls out after you before catching up.

“maybe, if your good.”

[vampzity]

can I request a scenario with san. his girlfriend sending him pictures of her grabbing boots in the mirror teasing her naughty gym outfit

ofcc anon!! <3 he’s a little short headcanon for you ^^

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tease me | C.SN

pairing: bf! san x gf! reader

as much as you love taking photos at the gym, you just love teasing your boyfriend with them more.

[warnings]: teasing, nudes, mentions of masturbation, dirty talk?, pet names (baby, princess), san’s possessive over MC

word count: 796

You stood in the bathroom mirror, taking a couple of progress pictures to keep for yourself so you could track your journey. You admired your new gym outfit and how it hugged your curves. Your sports bra allowing your tits to spill out only slightly and your spandex hugging the roundness of your ass.

You smirked at your figure, leaning forward in the mirror. You held your phone up to take a quick picture. Your free hand grabbed onto your tit, pushing it up gently to squeeze them closer together. You went into your conversation with San, picking out the best ones and sending it straight to him as you finished freshening yourself up in the bathroom.

Ping

You grabbed your phone, unlocking it to see his delightful message toward you.

[3:47 PM] Sannie🍓: You think that’s funny?

You smiled, leaning against the bathroom counter as your thumbs worked to text him back.

[3:48 PM] You: what? you don’t like my outfit?

[3:49 PM] Sannie🍓: Don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what you’re doing.

[3:50 PM] You: and what exactly are you gonna do about it?

San sat in his room, annoyed yet turned on by your boldness toward him. He shifted his position in his chair, his hand sitting atop his shorts as he felt his member rise in his pants.

You were so hot— he isn’t afraid to admit that, yet it made him overly possessive knowing other men could be eyeing a body like yours. Eyeing it the same way that he was. Craving it the same way that he was.

[3:53 PM] Sannie🍓: You tryna get my attention, or the attention of guys there?

You furrowed your eyebrows at his text, knowing that it was only his attention, his opinions that you truly cared for. You really didn’t pay much attention to others— especially men, around you.

[3:54 PM] You: why else would I send you a picture?

San brushed his palm over the bulge in his shorts, a soft groan escaping him as he rubbed his clothed member slowly. You were barely naked, yet such a picture of you had an immense effect on him.

[3:55 PM] Sannie🍓: Well you gonna send me anything else?

You tilted your head at his text, a smile tugging at your lips.

[3:55 PM] Sannie🍓: You know how I hate to ask you princess

You looked around for anyone else, quickly heading into a stall and locking the door. You held your phone out in front of you, taking a few pictures of your tits in the sports bra. You sent them to San, feeling your cunt leak slightly.

Ping. Ping.

San looked at your convo, his eyes widening at the pictures in front of him. He admired the way your chest sat perked in the bra, How he wished to hold them in his own hands like putty. His dick was practically hanging out at this point, hand slowly stroking around it.

[3:57 PM] Sannie🍓: Don’t tease me baby. Let me see you.

You giggled to yourself quietly, pulling your bra from above your head and setting it aside. Your free hand squished your tits together, the other hand taking a quick pic before sending it to San. You decided to take a few more poses from different angles for him to see.

Ping. Ping. Ping.

San was in heaven, his eyes practically in heart form at seeing your perky tits on the screen. Your nipples poked through your fingers, begging to be touched.

He let out a soft groan, his cock leaking onto his fingers as he stroked it quickly. He threw his head back and jerked the tip of his member, wishing it was your tits moving against it.

[4:01 PM] Sannie🍓: Look how pretty you are.

He put his phone down, hand pumping his cock with more pressure as he was desperate to get off to your sweet photos. His mind raced with dirty thoughts of you and of your body. He wanted so badly to rip those tight clothes off of you and showing you what will happen for wearing them.

[4:04 PM] Sannie🍓: You gonna keep showing off your outfits to others or come home and take it off for me?

Your face flushed red at his words, knowing his possessiveness was pushing through. He knew exactly what you were trying to achieve with such an outfit, and lucky for you, you might get it.

[4:06 PM] You: i’m already on my way sannie.

San smirked slightly, slowing his strokes as he tried to wait out your arrival. Wanting to give you everything he had for how needy you made him.

[4:08 PM] Sannie🍓: Good. You’ll see what that outfit gets you.

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more gentlemen thoughts, insta edition 🤍🫧

gentleman! bakugou, who makes you tag him in photos of you. who says he doesn’t give a fuck about social media, but who is always the first to view/like your stories. who makes you delete other guys comments on your posts who knows your beautiful and knows damn well how jealous he gets. who barely ever posts, but lets up with a collage of all his favourite photos of you and a sweet caption on your anniversary. who rolls his eyes when you freak out about it, but loves how it makes you blush.

gentleman! izuku, who dedicates a highlight to you. who puts your user in his bio with a little <3 next to it. who only occasionally posts on his stories, but does it more when he’s with you. who will send you pics of animals being cute together and say ‘us.’ who makes long captions on your anniversary, probably having to continue it in the comments. whose students find his instagram and tease him about all the sweet photos with you. who isn’t ashamed about showing you off.

gentleman! shouto, who doesn’t really understand the concept of instagram until you show him. who is the kind of guy to have the blank profile photo until changing it to a photo of you and him. who reminds you not to doomscroll, but always finds the most obscure reels to send to you. who has a groupchat with all his siblings and adds you to it, though he only sends gifs, emojis, or one-worded texts. who loves those subtle soft launches- holding hands, or posting a selfie with lipstick kisses on his face (his followers freak out.)

gentleman! kirishima, who you have those dumb, matching profile pictures with (you know EXACTLY what i’m talking about !). who loves posting workout photos with you, mirror selfies where he’s back hugging you with the caption saying how proud he is of you. who puts your initial in his bio, and turns almost as red as his hair when he sees the e.k <3 in yours. who only has posts for his family and for you. who somehow has the worst photos of you, but insists on loving them anyway- he’ll delete them if you really want him to, but he’ll pout relentlessly. who reposts every one of your selfies, just proud to love you.

gentleman! denki, who makes you his profile picture- a cute, funny photo or maybe a photo of you as a kid. who is never not sending you things (he is the ceo of brainrot). who posts clips of you two playing games together, conveniently only posting the clips where you suck just to tease you. who always reposts the ‘i love my girlfriend’ tiktoks and tags you in his stories. who posts cute screenshots of ur convos and call screens whenever you’ve been on for a long time. who comments on your posts saying ‘i won’.

gentleman! hitoshi, who puts your user in his bio and ‘favourite’ right next to it. who only has two posts on his profile- just a random one with little sneak peaks from his life, and one thats just you. who manages to take the best photos of you without even trying, and refuses to delete them even when they take up half his storage. who is a fast responder only for you, taking hours to text back anyone but who’ll read your text right away. who has a link to your shared spotify playlist in his bio (he has the best music taste). who has you and you alone on his cfs, posting little messages and online love letters for you to see <3

[nightowl374art]

off screen convo they had on their way to HQ