#something something chick magnet

[flowerbloom-arts]

I can't be the only one who's weirdly obsessed with this bit right?

(s34 ep20: The Very Hungry Caterpillars)

[twcfaces]

^ ladies man whether he likes it or not

[lalaland-e]

You know when you have a male character who is below the age of fifteen and then you randomly age them up and now you're forced to face the absolute chick magnet you've created?

[mamahoggs]

met one of my friends’ boyfriends that no one likes and i think he felt threatened by me which is the funniest sentence i’ve ever uttered actually

[ratblaster99]

Why did I have several dreams about spending time with hot women last night.

[r-truth]

i thought of smth

[umihoshi]

please for the love of me,

if you're writing a reincarnation/transvered to another world story where them having had a previous live has 0 impact on the rest of the story.... just....don't???? don't make them reincarnated??? make your hero and story interesting enough that you don't need all that???

[opje]

It didn’t even show a majority of his slutiness either. 😭

just saw Oppenheimer. in awe of the lengths chrissy nolan went to in order to make sure everyone who will ever watch this film fundamentally understands that the father of the atomic bomb was a slut.

[chrisdr3]

The hat rule ~ DR3

Smut

Warnings: Age gap (reader is 20), virgin!reader, piastri!reader

Summary: Daniel teaches Oscar's little sister the meaning of the cowboy hat rule.

It was the second GP you went with Oscar to see him. You liked Formula 1 very much but you couldn't keep up with Oscar's races, because of your studies for uni and the long flights that had you jet lagged for days, even when you liked to travel around the world.

Austin was a beautiful place, just like the western movies you watched as a little girl. Back then, there were two things you were obsessed with: Formula 1 and western movies. Especially because Oscar watched it intensely and you always copied him, like a shadow.

You started liking it even more when Daniel got into the sport. You maybe had a teeny tiny little crush on him. So tiny, that you had pictures and posters of him all over your room. A little crush that made you nearly cry when he got disqualified and yell from happiness when he won. A crush that lasted for years.

You had met Daniel before, back when Oscar was a reserve driver in Alpine. He was fun and flirted way more than you expected. When you met him again in Melbourne, in the Australian GP, you had a great time with him, and he wouldn't stop flirting, giving you a spark of hope he might like you, even a little bit. That spark of hope turned into a flame in Austin. It was the time to make a move, using both of your love for America and cowboys.

After qualifying, all the drivers decided to go out for food and a drink. No one really knew good places to go, so y'all went on a western-style steakhouse that Daniel suggested, claiming it had the best steak in all of Austin. When you got there, you immediately agreed with him. It was exactly like a saloon, from the cutlery and tables to the decorations on the walls. It even had a mechanic bull, which you were really eager to try out.

You sat in a booth with Oscar, George and Max, having Daniel, Lando and Logan sitting in the table in the opposite of yours. As you were eating a bit of Oscar's steak, you were glimpsing at their table, looking away when Daniel's stare was catching yours. At some point, a chick approached their table, sitting next to Daniel.

You couldn't stop staring, holding back anger mixed with tears. She was sitting on his lap as they talked. As you were looking, you noticed that she was constantly trying to take his hat multiple times, but Daniel wasn't letting her, so she left after a while and Daniel's stare fell in yours, as if you were a magnet.

You turned your gaze away and continued talking with the others, trying really hard to ignore him. At some point, George left, saying that he was tired, leaving an empty seat next to you. You didn't really pay any attention to that and continued discussing, nat noticing Daniel sitting next to you.

You felt something being placed on your head, but didn't give much attention. The talking stopped and you raised your head from your plate, looking at Oscar's shocked face. You put your hand in your head, only to realise that you had a hat on. And it was a cowboy one.

You turned around only to see Daniel, a smirk plastered on his face. "H-hi" "Hi, Y/N. Do you mind me sitting with you?" "N-no." You responded, blushing. Everything then went back to normal. At least for the others. As everyone was talking, Daniel's hand slithered in your thigh, resting on it, rubbing his thumb there. You couldn't hold your blush, your face red like a tomato. You continued talking till it got really late and the others decided to leave.

As you got up, Daniel held your hand. "Wait, I gotta talk to you." You immediately looked at Oscar, asking for approval silently. He nodded positively, then left. You turned back to Daniel. "What is it?" He cupped your cheek with his hand. "Do you know what is the cowboy hat rule?" "Erm...no?" "Let me explain it to ya then." He raised your chin with his index finger, his eyes meeting yours. "You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy, babygirl." The next moment, his lips were in yours, kissing you hungrily, yet with passion.

When you pulled away, he grabbed your hand. "Let's go somewhere private, baby." He left some money on the table and took you to his car. You went in and speeded to his hotel, which was apparently the same that you and Oscar were staying.

You ran to his room, kissing like lovesick teens, kissing as he opened the door. As you were inside, he pulled away. "Go to the bed and strip for me, babygirl." You obeyed and went to the bed, stripped out of your dress, staying with only your panties on, waiting for him.

He came to the bedroom some minutes later, only a towel hanging loosely around his hips, hair wet and his chain resting on his chest. He let his towel fall in the floor as he got closer to you, cupping your breasts. "I said strip babygirl, you should really learn to obey." He growled, ripping it apart. "Get up." He ordered. Daniel then laid down in the bed, his back resting on the headboard, and he made you straddle his waist, then put his hat back to your head.

"Now, ride me like the good girl you are." You hesitated for a moment, looking away. His face softened rapidly as he looked at you. "What's wrong sweetheart?" "I'm a virgin..." You mumbled, looking away embarrassed. "Then I'll take it slow, and if you wanna stop, pinch me." "Okay." You sat in silence for a bit as he wore a condom. "Ready?" He rubbed your thigh. You nodded yes. "Then come ride me, princess."

He positioned you right above his dick and helped you sink in slowly, holding your hands gently. You squeezed them feeling the pain overwhelm your body. "Take your time princess." He spoke softly. He rubbed your thighs, helping you soothe the pain. As you felt better, you started bouncing up and down his cock, progressively increasing speed. His dick was hitting your g-spot brutally, making you try hard not to scream.

"You're taking me so good babygirl, well done." He praised, his hands sneaking to your butt, squeezing it. After a bit, you felt a knot in your stomach. "D-danny, I'm close..." You didn't stop riding him, reaching your high rapidly. When you reached your edge, Daniel let go of your butt. "Cum for me baby, show me how much of a good girl you are." You came undone, letting out a breathy moan, exhausted.

Daniel helped you to pull out and laid you down on the bed. He then went to the bathroom, took out his condom, cleaned himself and came back to you with a warm towel. He cleaned you up gently, kissing your thighs in the process. He then threw the towle somewhere in the floor and wore a pair of boxers.

Meanwhile, you were laying in the middle of the bed, limbs stretched out like a starfish, in the bliss and sleepiness of your first ever orgasm. You didn't even complain when he laid behind you and pulled you in his arms, one hugging your waist and the other cupping your breasts.

"You did very well for a first time, princess." He whispered. "Thanks..." You mumbled, trying really hard to keep your eyes open. He noticed it and kissed your head, pulling the blanket over your bodies. "Goodnight babygirl, I love you." "I love you too, Danny..." You responded, a hint of happiness in your voice. You then drifted off to sleep in his arms, knowing that the man you were crushing over all these years, loved you back. Worrying about Oscar will have to wait.

Taglist: @pinkswaet @dilemmaontwolegs @thef1diary @changetyre

[the-meme-monarch]

shirt that says “tick magnet” instead of chick magnet but the font is still styled flirtatiously like in cursive with like maybe heart graphics or something

[crossroadsangel67]

MDNI. NSFW. 18+

dean taking your virginity, and he’s walking you through the entire thing btw. oh how i need this.

warnings: romance, love confession, foreplay f!receiving, fingering, oral f!receiving, gentle sex, unprotected piv, inexperienced virgin!reader

REQUESTED

if someone had told you a few years ago, you’d be sure it was a lie, a trick. dean winchester, being in love with you? yeah, right. nice joke.

only it isn’t a joke. it never was.

and you didn’t believe that until he took your hands, looked deeply into your eyes with a serious expression, even when you were still cackling, and reassured you.

“y/n, i’m being serious. i… i love you.”

your laughter slowed to a stop, and your entire world shifted.

dean winchester, your ride or die. the same dean you were introduced to by your dads, hunting buddies, as a small child. the same dean you shot a rifle with for the first time. the same dean you snuck out to get drunk at a playground in the middle of the night freshman year with. your very best friend. the boy you fell in love with, he loves you back. he’s in love with you back.

“you’re being serious.”

“i’m being serious.”

dean’s hands were sweaty at this point, despite usually running cold. he looked like a deer caught in headlights. his eyes were scanning yours, looking for any hint of rejection. all he could think about was what you would say. he was terrified.

“y/n/n?”

your lips curved up into a smile as a blush spread across your cheeks. you held onto his hands tighter.

“i never thought you’d…” your voice trailed off, and you shook your head, laughing in disbelief. dean swallowed a lump in his throat, still unsure of what you were thinking. his heart was nearly pounding out of his chest.

you let out a small, amused scoff and grabbed his face gently, moving closer and connecting your lips with his.

dean immediately relaxed, his hands finding your hip and back as he leaned in closer. he pulled away gently, smiling from ear to ear as he admired your features.

“so… you fell for me like every girl does or—”

“shut up.” you cut him off with a breath of words and another kiss. though you were secretly amused at him mocking you. it was true, you did always complain about him being a chick magnet.

he smiled against your lips, resting his forehead against yours.

“just in case you didn’t guess, i love you too, dean.” you whispered as your smile grew sheepish. he chuckled in return, his hands running up and down your back.

“god, i could get used to this…” dean mumbled as he just relished in your touch, in touching you. he was loving every damn second of it.

he wanted to feel you, all of you. in the most loving, innocent way possible too. for once, it wasn’t just gonna be a casual hookup or a one night stand. it wasn’t just lust, it was love.

and you, you’d never been so comfortable being in someone’s arms. his hands on your back and hip were like heaven. you wanted to be as close to him as you possibly could.

you wanted his skin on yours, everywhere.

the two of you sat there, your hearts thumping in your chests, your breaths heavy at just the thought of it. you both knew what you wanted. and you could feel that the other wanted it just as much.

your hands slid around to the back of his neck, and you swung your leg over his lap, resting to straddle him.

he looked up at you in awe. his hands running up and down your sides. his bright green eyes reaching deep into yours.

he opened his mouth to say something, but just couldn’t find the words. he was silently asking you a question, and you knew exactly what it was.

you nodded and your fingers found the collar of his brown leather jacket. you slid it off over his shoulders, letting it fall, painting a contrast against your white comforter with little flowers all over it.

you tugged at the bottom of his worn-down black t-shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off. he nodded eagerly, lifting his arms for you. you tossed it off to the side, not bothering to see that it landed at the foot of your open closet. it stuck out like a sore thumb next to the rows of mostly white and pastel colored dresses.

you lifted your own arms, letting him lift your comfy light pink dress off and discard it to the floor.

he was mesmerized by you. the way your white lace panties hugs your curves, your thick thighs, your soft tummy, and the way your matching bra perfectly held your tits. and all of this, you were giving to him. to say he felt undeserving was an understatement. he didn’t deserve any of this. any of you.

but, god, you’re right here. and you love him back.

his hands felt up and down your back, stomach, and thighs with such a loving caress. your fingers danced along his bare chest and abdomen. his breath hitches at your touch. he’s never felt so vulnerable, so seen,

so loved.

but that still didn’t distract him from the nervous look in your eyes, the way you avoided his gaze, and you seemed to shy away when he got too close to anywhere too private.

“hey, hey…” he tilted his head to meet your eyes, his hand gently taking your chin.

“you okay?” he asked in a tone so soft, full of concern and focus.

you hesitated, taking a deep breath, trying to get away from looking him in the eyes again.

“um… dean… i’ve never…”

he understood what you meant right away, and his expression relaxed. he knew you’d had a few boyfriends here and there, some kisses. whenever you broke up with someone, you always told him it was because it just wasn’t working out. but dean knew it was because you weren’t ready for anything more with them, and they were all too dumb to want you without the sex.

“i know, baby. i know.” he nodded. “we don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for. you hear me? not a damn thing. you call the shots.”

“no, i—i wanna have sex with you.” you rushed out, chuckling a little at how eagerly you had just said that. he smiled cheekily. any other time he would’ve made some stupid remark, but he knew how nervous you were. and he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible.

you took a breath, relaxing your body. “i wanna have sex with you.” you said in a calmer voice. he chuckled and blushed a little. “okay, sweetheart.”

he gave you a soft kiss on the cheek and held you close to him, turning the two of you so he could be on top. he rested your head against your pillows, making sure you were comfortable.

“just relax. i’m gonna take care of you.” he whispered into your ear. you nodded and your breath hitched as he moved to your neck, lightly kissing and sucking, surely leaving marks. his hand ran over your waistline, brushing against your underwear. you tensed up a little.

“dean,”

he pulled his hand and head back. “yeah?”

you took a breath, meeting his eyes. “um… what are you gonna do next?”

he smiled softly, bringing his hand up to caress your cheek. “i’ll walk you through it, okay?”

you nodded in response, putting your full trust in him.

he shifted to lay next to you on his side, his hand hovering over your upper thigh.

“is it okay if i touch you underneath your underwear, sweetheart?”

you nodded, your eyes never leaving his hand.

“has anyone else ever touched you there?”

you shook your head no.

“have you ever touched yourself there?”

your eyes widened a little at his question and you hesitated for a moment.

“um… yeah. yes, i have.”

“nothing to be embarrassed about, you know i’ve done it too.” he chuckled lightly. that eased your nerves a little as you smiled and nudged him.

“you know your body better than i do. so, you tell me if i’m going too slow, too fast, if it’s not feeling good. anything like that. it’s just you and me. okay?”

you blushed at his words. that was already a turn-on itself.

“okay, i’m ready.” you nodded, resting your head on his shoulder and gripping his free hand from where it was resting on your shoulder.

he planted a kiss on your temple and slowly slipped his fingers under your panties. you shifted a little, sucking in a breath as his finger ran up your slit.

“fuck, you’re soaked, y/n/n.” he nearly groaned out his words. you felt so good already.

you let out a small gasp as his fingers found your clit. he started rubbing in slow circles around your sensitive bud. he watched in awe as your head fell back against his arm. your mouth dropped open and you rolled your hips slightly. instinctively, his motions started to speed up.

you gave his hand a squeeze. “s-slower,” you managed, and he nodded, not even realizing he had sped up until you told him. “sorry, sweetheart.” he chuckled lightly, still watching you closely. “s’okay… feels so good… god, dean…” you moaned softly, and his heart fluttered. he could tell you were already getting close, and he pulled his hand away.

you let out a whine as his hand slipped back out from your panties. “deeeean!” you pouted. he laughed a little and licked his fingers. he gave you a menacing grin as he shifted down the bed.

your eyes widened and you propped yourself up on your elbows. “dean, you don’t have to—”

“i want to. you taste too good.” he said firmly. “unless you aren’t comfortable with it. but i really want to.” he said, holding back from pleading with you. he didn’t want to make you feel pressured in the slightest.

you nodded and lifted your hips. he smiled and tugged your panties down. “atta girl… you wanna take that bra off for me?”

you happily sat up, unclasping your bra and tossing it to the floor. dean was nearly foaming at the mouth at this point. he threw your panties to the floor too.

he took a moment to admire your bare chest, the way your tits sat perfectly, fitting the rest of your body so well. your nipples we’re hardened too. and he looked up at you before silently asking for permission. you nodded, biting your bottom lip, and he wasted no time, his hands cupping your tits and thumbs flicking over your nipples.

he laid you back down, hovering over you as he stuck his tongue out, swirling around one of your nipples as he pinched lightly at the other. you arched your back slightly, your core only getting wetter by the second.

his hand traveled down your tummy, and he once again gently rubbed at your clit. your body twitched at the contact, and he pulled away from your tit with a pop. a string of saliva followed him as he licked and kissed down your soft skin.

it wasn’t long before his head was in between your thighs. he still rubbed at your clit, but slowed down enough for you to be in the right state of mind.

“y/n/n, i gotta ask you some more questions now, alright?” and you hummed in response, still relishing in the pleasure of his touch. your eyes were closed and your head was turned to the side.

“y/n.” he said in a firmer tone. “look at me, or i’ll have to stop. i know you don’t want that.”

he smirked a little as your head perked up, and you propped yourself up on your elbows.

“good girl. now, tell me… have you ever fingered yourself?”

you were once again embarrassed by the questions, but you knew they wouldn’t leave this room.

it’s just you and me. dean’s words rung in your head.

“i have… a few times before. but, um… not a lot.”

he nodded. “okay. that’s okay, sweetheart. i’m gonna go one by one, and if it’s too much, you just tell me to stop, alright?”

you hesitated a little before nodding.

“y/n/n…” he squinted a little, noticing your hesitation.

you met his eyes and shook your head a little. “it’s okay, it’s okay… i’m ready.”

“we don’t need to rush,”

“i want you to.” you said firmly, your tone much less hesitant.

dean smirked a little before nodding. he caressed the insides of your thighs before spreading your legs open wider.

“okay, baby… i’m gonna use my fingers and my tongue. think you can handle that?”

your stomach turned at his words. you hadn’t ever been so aroused, it was such a new and exciting feeling. and you wanted to give it all to him.

you nodded and laid back on the bed, closing your eyes as you felt his finger at your entrance.

“words, sweetheart.” his voice was low and firm, almost like a growl.

“yes,” you breathed out immediately. “i can handle it, just please…”

dean smirked in amusement at how desperate you sounded. again, he thought it’d be best to save the dirty talk for another time. this time was about focusing on you, learning what you liked and what you didn’t, for the both of you.

he slid one finger in slowly, watching how you grimaced slightly. “tell me how it feels.” he said in a firm but gentle voice. you eyebrows furrowed as he went in and out slowly.

you gave it a minute, adjusting to the new feeling. you jolted a little as he brushed against your g-spot, unaware of that feeling. “y/n/n.” he said, gaining your focus.

“oh, god… do that again.” you panted slightly. he found that spot again, making you gasp. “fuck, that’s it…” you moaned softly. it felt uncomfortable at first, but you were very much into it now.

dean kept his slow pace, feeling your juices coat his finger as his tongue found your clit, moving in slow circles as he kept his eyes on you.

you shifted your hips closer to him, surprising him a little with how eager you were. he sped up his movements a little, adding in a second finger.

your panting got heavier and you whined as he stretched you out, his fingers curling to that spot you loved. one of your hands went to his hair and you took his free hand with the other, holding onto him tightly.

“dean…” you moaned his name as you slightly rolled your hips against him. he groaned at hearing you say his name like that, and you shivered at the vibration.

he could feel you getting more eager by the second as your body was building up to your first proper orgasm. you were a breathy mess and squirming to get closer to him.

dean took his hand, still intertwined with yours, and used it to hold you in place, pressing firmly on your lower abdomen. you whined a little at not being able to move around as easily, but you quickly snapped out of that when he slipped in a third finger.

you let out a whimper as his fingers moved in and out of you at a faster pace, and his tongue was now going wild on your clit. you couldn’t get enough of him.

his name left your lips over and over. your voice sounded so desperate as you got close to your climax.

“dean, dean, fuck, m’so close, oh god, dean,” you rushed out, repeating words over and over like your mouth was on autopilot. you gripped his hand and the sheets tighter as your mouth dropped open.

you let out a loud moan as your orgasm shot through you. your entire body tensed underneath of touch and he slowed his movements, riding you through the high.

you were almost certain you’d see stars if you opened your eyes. once you did, you were only met with dean’s beautiful, sparkling eyes. he was hovering over you, lightly rubbing your clit before pulling his hand away.

he brought his hand up, sucking his middle and ring fingers clean of your juices, and you shivered at his stare. his eyes were fully locked on yours. but it wasn’t seductive, it was warm. his lips curved into a smile once his fingers were out of his mouth, and he held up his index finger.

“you wanna…?” he quirked an eyebrow, holding his finger to you. you looked between him and his wet finger before nodding. you stuck your tongue out and he let you take his hand, your tongue swirling around his finger and tasting your juices for the first time.

he let out a small gasp as you sucked on his finger. your lips were so pretty, he couldn’t take it. and your tongue felt like heaven on his skin.

after your lips left his finger with a small pop, he took a moment to admire you. he took in your features, knowing that he had the privilege to be here with you at this time.

he brushed a stray hair from your face and placed his hand on your cheek. he smiled wide, having such a look of awe in his eyes.

“i really love you.” he whispered softly. you smiled with him. it was all he needed to say, because you knew he was just so lost in every damn part of you.

“you’re so perfect.” he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips, the two of you sighing into it. you rested your forehead against his.

“i really love you.” you said back, your eyes scanning his loving gaze.

he blushed and placed a quick kiss on your cheek. he then moved from his place above you, standing up from the bed.

“hey, hey, woah,” you grabbed his hand. “and where do you think you’re going?”

he looked a little confused, raising an eyebrow. “i was just gonna grab a towel… to clean you up, y’know… and i, uh, thought we could cuddle and watch a m—”

“who said we were done?” you cut him off with a playful tone.

his eyebrows shot up and a small smile played on his lips. “sweetheart… are you sure it wasn’t too much already for your first, y’know, pre-sex stuff?”

you chuckled and yanked him back toward you. he stumbled and caught himself by putting his hand on the mattress. your faces were close together and you smirked a little as you looked between his eyes and lips.

“i wanna go all the way. today.”

his eyes widened a little and he caressed your arms.

“are you sure? like, really sure?” he hesitated a little.

“i’m really sure.” you smiled genuinely and placed a hand on his cheek. you tilted your head to the side and ran your free hand down his bare chest, to his lower abdomen, til you hit the belt on his jeans, your eyes following your fingers.

you looked back up at him and saw how his breath had quickened.

“dean?” you questioned quietly. he hummed in response, still focused on your hand on his belt.

“do you wanna do this?” you asked hesitantly. his eyes shot up to yours. despite still looking nervous, he nodded eagerly. “i do. i really do.” he breathed out.

your lips curved into a soft smile and you gave him a small kiss again. he blushed and stood up straight, his fingers fiddling with the belt on his jeans.

you put your hands over his, sitting up on the bed in front of where he was standing.

“can i…?” you questioned, gently pulling his hands away. he nodded and dropped his hands to his sides, watching as you undid his belt and slid down his jeans and boxers.

he sprung free from his restraints and your eyes widened. you swallowed hard, your gaze stuck on his length. this wasn’t gonna be an easy first time, you were sure of that.

he pulled his clothes down the rest of the way, kicking them to the side.

his eyes stayed on yours, but you couldn’t pull your own eyes away from his cock.

god, he’s so big.

“y/n/n?” he asked quietly, his hands finding your face. “we really don’t have to, if you aren’t ready.” he nodded, a small smile on his lips to reassure.

your eyes went up to his. “no, no, dean… i want this.” you reassured him too, placing your hand over his on your cheek. you placed a kiss on his palm and scooted back on the bed, pulling him with you. he crawled over you as your head rested on the pillows.

he was hovering over you, taking a look over your body again as his hand ran gently up and down your side.

“i don’t have any condoms.” he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“i’m on the pill, for hormones and whatnot. but… you’re gonna pull out anyway. never can be too safe.” you chuckled and he laughed with you, resting his forehead against yours.

the air grew thick around you, and the two of you tensed up in each other’s arms.

“it’s okay to be nervous,” he said softly. “i’m nervous too.”

“i know,” you smiled shyly, nodding. “but i trust you, and i wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”

he smiled at that, leaning in to give you a soft, slow, heartfelt kiss. he took his time with you, making sure you could really feel it.

“i love you.” he breathed out against your lips. he loved saying it.

“and i love you.” you whispered back. “i’m ready when you are.” you let out a shaky exhale and spread your legs open wider for him.

he got in a comfort position and stroked his length a few times while placing small kisses on your cheek.

he led the tip of his cock along your folds, coating it in your slick, the two of your breaths picking up as he did so.

dean placed his free hand on your side, squeezing you gently as he focused solely on your face. the tip of his cock was poking at your slightly stretched entrance, and you were dripping wet.

“baby… i’m not gonna lie to you, it’s gonna hurt. just tell me if you need me to stop or slow down or anything, okay?” he ran his thumb over your skin in a soothingly manner.

“i will.” you nodded, already holding your breath.

“breathe for me.” he took a deep breath with you before slowly pushing in. your mouth dropped open and you let out a gasp as he got maybe 2 or 3 inches in.

“stop, stop, stop.” you blurted out. he went completely still, his hands rubbing your sides, hoping it would provide some comfort.

you winced and took some more breaths, slowly adjusting to it. dean grimaced at the sight of you in pain. just as he was about to ask if you wanted him to pull out, you came back to.

“okay, you can keep going… slow, please.”

“sweetheart, are you sure?”

you nodded eagerly, holding onto his shoulders to ground yourself. he nodded in understanding and started to move slowly again, pushing himself further into you.

you squeezed your eyes shut, whimpering and wincing as tears prickled at the edges of your eyes.

“you’re doing so good, y/n/n. keep breathing, baby.” he stayed close to your ear, whispering sweet nothings to you. he was more than halfway in now.

you let out a cry and he stilled again. “shhh, hey, i’m right here. talk to me.” he was growing concerned, and he wanted to stop if it was hurting you too much.

you shook your head, taking another breath.

“keep going.” you groaned after a short minute. dean went in deeper, and it felt like pressure was released. you let out a breath, your head falling back to the pillow.

dean kept himself buried deep inside you as you fully adjusted to him. he waited for your command on his next move.

your grip on his shoulders was still tight, but a lot of your tension had let go.

“okay, m’ready. you can move now.”

he nodded and slowly pulled out about halfway, before pushing back in. he watched your facial expressions to be sure you were still okay.

after a couple of slow thrusts, the pleasure started outweighing the pain. it was still a little uncomfortable physically, but it was all worth it. having this moment with dean, being able to make love to him, was a gift.

once dean knew you were okay, he picked up the pace slightly, groaning softly as his cock twitched inside of you.

“god… you feel so good. you’re so perfect. shit.” he cursed under his breath, whimpering lightly at the feeling of your cunt clenching around his cock.

you held him closer, panting and letting small moans slip every so often. your arms were draped over his shoulders, and your breaths were mixing with each thrust.

“dean,” you breathed out, you back arching into him. you wanted more now that it felt better. it hurt in a damn good way.

he chuckled breathlessly and grabbed a pillow that you hadn’t been using for your head.

“y’know that spot that i hit earlier? with my fingers?”

your pussy throbbed at the thought of it, and you held back another whine. you nodded instead, biting your tongue.

“lift your hips.”

your eyebrows furrowed and you whined as he pulled out of you, already feeling empty without him.

but you still did as he said, lifting your hips with your shaky legs. dean slid the pillow underneath, letting you rest on top of it.

“okay, so what is this gonna—?” you were immediately cut off by your own loud moan as he slammed back into you, hitting your g-spot so perfectly.

“fuck, dean!” you growled loudly. he stayed still for a moment, smiling in amusement at your reaction.

“feels good, huh?” he asked with that cocky little smirk of his, only now he was on the verge of busting out with laughter at how desperate you now looked.

“jesus christ, do it again, please.” you mumbled as you gripped the pillow behind your head. he got a firmer hold on your hips and thrusted in and out of you again.

you wanted to cry at how good it felt when he bottomed out. you squirmed to get closer to him. he couldn’t help but let a laugh slip, but that quickly faltered when you rolled your hips so deliciously against his. fuck, he was so gone.

he started to thrust in and out of you again at a steady pace, letting you adjust to the newfound pleasure before he went faster or harder. he wanted to hear that from you if you wanted it.

your free hand found his on your hip, and your fingers intertwined. he leaned forward and brought your hand up with his, pushing it into the mattress next to your head.

the two of you were face to face again, and you slid your other hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. it was messy and sloppy and the two of you laughed about it when you accidentally hit your teeth against his.

but that’s what made it so perfect.

“harder, dee…” you breathed out. you started kissing and sucking at his neck, feeling him shudder at your touch.

he grunted as he slammed into your pussy harder, feeling your walls clench around him again. to him, being inside of you was like fitting two puzzle pieces together that took forever to find. except… way better.

you had that knot again in your tummy, feeling it build with each thrust. dean noticed you squirming more, and quickly took note. he slid his hand between the two of you, finding your clit once again with ease.

he rubbed in circles at the sensitive bud as he fucked your cunt, feeling your wetness cover his cock.

you thrusted your hips up to meet his, setting a faster pace for the two of you. you could feel your second orgasm building, and you knew it was gonna feel like heaven.

“mmph, dean… you feel so good, fuck… my god…” you moaned as you scratched at his back, overwhelmed with the pleasure building up between you two.

“c’mon, sweetheart. cum on my cock… wanna feel you pulse around me…” he breathed these words out into your ear. “cum for me, y/n…” he said shakily, feeling himself get close too.

your orgasm shook your body, and the white-hot liquid pooled around dean’s cock, coating him in your delicious juices.

“fuck, that’s it, baby. you did so good…” he groaned as he felt your cunt throbbing. he helped ride you through your high, eventually pulling his hand away and gripping your hip again instead.

“y/n/n, i’m close, baby. where do you want it?” his voice was getting a little more high-pitched, and you could tell he was so close to that sweet release.

“in my mouth,” you rushed out. “wanna taste you.”

he let a moan slip at your words, his thrusts getting more sloppy.

“yeah? you wanna, or you need to?”

“need to, baby.” you breathed out, your body still shaking below him.

dean shuddered at your words again and he pulled out, the two of you groaning at the loss of being connected. once his legs were on either side of yours, you slid yourself further down the bed as he he moved up on his knees.

he was hovering over your chest, jerking himself off with his hand and cock covered in your slick. you rested your hands on his thighs, rubbing soothing circles with your thumbs as you egged him on.

“bet you’re gonna taste like heaven. m’right here, dee. cum in my mouth. i need to taste you.” he let out a breathy moan as you dropped your mouth open. your tongue was out, waiting to be covered in his load.

he groaned and threw his head back as his white-hot cum shot out into your mouth. he brought his head back to see your mouth all wide open, taking every bit until he was done. and when he was, you swallowed all of it. licking your lips and scooping up every last drop with your thumb.

his breaths came out in heavy pants and he moved from his place on top of you, flopping down next to you on the bed.

the two of you lay there, absolutely out of breath and spent, before you notice dean giggling to himself.

“what?” you turned and looked up at him, amused by his cute little giggles.

he shifted closer to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling the blanket up over the two of you.

“i just had the best sex ever with a virgin who happens to be my best friend who loves me back. and she’s not going anywhere after this.” he looked at you feigning a serious expression.

you chuckled lightly and shook your head, leaning into his chest.

“you’re right about that. she’s not going anywhere.”

this was kinda a lot longer than i meant for it to be LOL, but i hope you guys enjoyed <3

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ANON. LET ME COOK WITH THIS ANON.

third time's the charm !?

miya atsumu x male reader

word count: 1.8k

atsumu's self proclaimed "flirting" doesn't get him very far when the guy he's crushing on is absolutely clueless.

FEM ALIGNED DNI

atsumu miya is a fairly popular student. he’s quite well known among his classmates, and generally well liked. as a result, he’s grown a bit cocky. he considered himself a chick magnet— osamu jokes that he’s actually just a manwhore, to atsumu’s dismay— but the fact remains that he was attractive and he knew it, even if he never really acted on it. sure, he liked the attention, but when it came down to it, and osamu or suna ever prodded on why he didn’t get with any of the countless people leaving love letters in his locker, he would simply say they were ‘distractions’. his main focus was volleyball! he’d mess around here and there, but he would never take any of his little flings seriously. that’s what he’s been telling himself. he knows he could get with anyone, and he prides himself on that. it gives him a sense of power; a sense of control— until a certain (name) (surname) joined his class.

the teen had transferred into inarizaki in the middle of second year, and while he knew of the ‘wonder twins’ (he so aptly nicknamed them in his head) through friends and bits he’d seen online, he didn’t care much for them. as far as he was concerned, they were just teenagers. athletes with admirable skill, sure, but teenagers nonetheless. just the same as he was.

atsumu’s been pulling his hair out over the past few weeks because of (name)— his previous logic going straight out the window with the new transfer student. any and all attempts that the setter made to drop hints were futile. the guy was, to put it simply, far too dense.

ATTEMPT ONE: HOMEROOM.

upon (name’s) initial arrival, atsumu’s hooked immediately. it’s not like his introduction was anything crazy; the teacher called him in, he introduced himself, and sat down in the free seat next to suna and behind atsumu. but there’s something so appealing about the teen that draws atsumu in. the setter turns around in his seat, his usual lazy grin sprawled across his face.

“hey there. name’s miya atsumu,” he hums, before jutting a thumb towards the seat to (name’s) left. “that there’s suna rintaro.”

the expected reaction, if you know who he is— and he’s offended at the notion someone at his school potentially wouldn’t— would be absolute joy and surprise. instead, the new student responds with a, “oh. you’re the volleyball guys, right? nice to meet you two.”

suna has to bite back a snort at atsumu’s expression— his jaw dropped, his eye twitching. that’s it? “ya know who i am, yeah?” he asks, regaining his composure immediately. “ain’t i impressive?” he drawls.

“i guess? yeah. you’ve got impressive skill.” (name) responds, seemingly missing the way atsumu bristles at the lack of praise. he decides to flirt a little, wanting to throw this guy off his game.

“since ya missed some of the curriculum already, i can help ya study. get ya caught up.” atsumu says. he catches the way (name’s) face lights up and feels the pride bubbling in his chest. “really? that’d be such a big help! where should we meet up?”

“i was thinkin’ we could study at my place,” atsumu hums, voice a bit lower.

“. . . wouldn’t it be more productive if we went to a library or cafe? i also don’t wanna disturb your parents at all.” (name) replies. suna barks out a laugh, and atsumu shoves his shoulder. “shut it, suna!” he sputters.

“i’m definitely tellin’ ‘samu this later,” the teen snickers, leaning back in his chair. “‘n turn around, ‘tsumu, the lesson’s startin’.”

with a grumble, atsumu turns back to face the front, his arms crossed. there’s no way he just got blown off like that . .

ATTEMPT TWO: VENDING MACHINE.

atsumu refused to give up, even after the relentless nagging from suna to ‘quit being a pussy’ lasted for weeks on end. the two of them sat together with osamu and ginjima on their lunch, a figure slumped over the table, groaning dramatically; the person being atsumu, of course.

“could ya whine a lil quieter? i’ve gotta finish my history assignment and yer bein’ distractin’,” suna says, prodding at atsumu’s crunchy hair— which only prompted another, longer, louder groan.

“i don’t get it! how oblivious is this guy gonna be?!” atsumu whines, his cheek pressed against the cool table. his teammates were going to comment on how none of his attempts were straightforward in the slightest, but decided to let him wallow a bit longer. with a sigh, atsumu stands from his seat, shoving his hands into his pockets. he just needs to clear his head.

“d’you guys want anything from the vending machine?” he asks. they tell him their respective requests, and he exits the cafeteria to find a free vending machine. as he’s wandering about, mind filled with thoughts and plans to get (name) to give in to his ‘flirting’, lo and behold, he’s right there, crouched in front of the vending machine. a pretty face contorted into a hardened expression, eyebrows furrowed as he scans the contents, before letting out a sigh and standing. he turns in the direction of atsumu, and he jumps a little.

“oh! miya-san, hey.” he hums. atsumu scoffs lightly at that, walking closer and leaning an arm against the edge of the vending machine. at this angle, he can see (name’s) face perfectly, the light from the window on the other wall shining beautifully against his skin. it makes him feel giddy.

“i told ya, you can jus’ call me atsumu. drop the honorifics already, (name),” he drawls, his signature smirk on his face. “ya grabbin’ a drink?” (name) nods. he frowns slightly, turning back to look at the vending machine. “i can’t decide what to get, though. any suggestions?”

it’s almost like a lightbulb sparks above atsumu’s head. he has a perfect idea. leaning over (name), he comes closer to the glass dividing them and the drinks, purposefully drawing his face inches away from (name).

“hm,” he narrows his eyes, pretending to think about it, before pointing to a peach tea can, letting that same arm loosely wrap above the other teen’s shoulder. “this peach tea’s pretty good. it’s sweet, just like you,” he says, adding that last part a little quieter.

this has to be it. (name) has to hear that and take the hint, atsumu thinks to himself. so when (name) turns, his face lighting up with joy, and he responds with, “that sounds perfect, man! thank you!” he gawks at the teen's obliviousness as he punches in ‘D-3’ on the keypad, sliding the coins in. the can falls down with a thud, and he takes it, walking off as he cracks it open and takes a sip.

atsumu really cannot catch a break.

ATTEMPT THREE: NATIONALS.

atsumu's been going at it in the gym for the entirety of his lunch break, practicing his serves, sending ball after ball over the net.

“i’m done!” atsumu sputters, his shoes squeaking as he jumps up, arms stretched out as he slams another volleyball across the court. it lands out, and he grits his teeth. “he's impossible! he keeps actin' all buddy-buddy with me!”

osamu snorts at his brother's pouting. “so you'd rather (name) hate yer guts?” “that's not what i meant!” he huffs childishly, kicking at the floor. “fuck it. i’m tellin’ ‘im! ‘samu,” he whirls around to face his twin, jostling him by the shoulders.

“where would (name) be right now?” “why would i know that? it's lunch, check the classrooms.” osamu says dryly, shoving atsumu off of himself.

atsumu just nods, ignoring the action. like his life depends on it, he sprints out of the gym and towards the main building. through the side doors, past the lockers, up the stairs, to the very end of the hall, until he reaches their classroom.

“(name)!” he all but yells, sliding the door open with too much force. students whisper and murmur around the room, girls huddled up in the corners, eyes wide and hands cupped over their cheeks as they practically marvel at the sight of atsumu. (name), however, looks a bit concerned. placing his lunchbox onto his desk, his fork laid gently beside it, he stands and walks over to the door, not noticing the stares from all over the classroom. as he steps out, he shuts the door behind him.

“atsumu? are you alright?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed. “you look like you just ran a marathon—”

“we're goin’ to nationals tomorrow,” atsumu pants. (name) knew that— he's heard him and the others on the team talk about it in the halls, or when they have lunch at atsumu's desk.

“right, yeah. goodluck with that. you guys are gonna do amazing, obviously,” (name) chuckles. god, the sound makes atsumu's heart ache. he needs to get it out already, he's wasted far too much time dawdling.

“right, yeah. words don't mean much, though,” atsumu leans an arm against the wall, right next to (name). “a goodluck kiss would work wonders, though.” he says smoothly. this was his final attempt for (name).

the teen stiffens up at that. “what?” he laughs, wondering if he even heard atsumu correctly. “ya heard me. it’d be pretty motivatin’ if the pretty boy i’ve been likin’ gave me a lil goodluck kiss. just a lil peck.”

what?

“. . . you like me?” (name) asks. “since when?” atsumu huffs at that. “since forever! yer just too dense, i’ve been tryna hint at it for months now!” at that, the realization dawns on him. oh. “i thought you were just being nice!” (name) sputters, clearly trying to defend himself. atsumu lets out a choked noise.

“am i that bad at flirting?” he asks weakly. “no! i don't think so? i didn't realize you liked me at all! you should have said something!”

yes. he should have. he knows that, god knows osamu does as well. he just leans in a little closer. “so, how about that goodluck kiss, hm?” he asks after a beat of silence.

with a light scoff, (name) plants his hands on atsumu's shoulders, gripping at the fabric of his uniform shirt. it’s crumpled and smells slightly like sweat, but he decides to overlook that detail. he leans in, capturing atsumu's lips with his own. the kiss was brief, but atsumu's hands had already flown to cup the back of (name's) neck, gently tugging him forward. (name) lets out a startled noise, but doesn't move back until a few seconds later.

“so. you'll be watchin’ me at nationals, yeah?” atsumu drawls, his fingers carding through (name's) hair, idly twisting a strand.

“of course i will.”

this was so fun to write omg!!! also my reqs are open if you wanna drop any ideas for any fics !!

divider by @/plutism !!

[nab1wuzhere]

Magnetic

“You wouldn’t look at me.”

“I saw plenty.”

“In my eyes.”

“…Does it matter?”

~

summary:

Bakugo Katsuki, No. 3 Hero in the charts, massive amounts of fan girls, always invited to galas, events, and even award shows along side his peers, but he has never once gotten a dating scandal in his whole career. Has never even looked in a woman’s direction. So you can be certain he won’t change his actions when artist Y/N is invited to sing at a private Christmas Gala hosted for hero’s to celebrate the season and a year well done of duties…right?

Singer, artist, model Y/N, has it all. Looks, wealth, awards, friends, family, and boyfriends.. her music revolves around her relationships and past relationships along with her mental health that she speaks about through her music. She gets asked to gigs almost every day but few are lucky to book her, when her team gets a request for the Christmas Hero Gala which is highly exclusive, she immediately agrees to entertaining the hero’s, excited for the night she doesn’t realize she caught a certain man’s attention in the back of the crowd..

• slow burn - secret pining - romance - bold Y/N, shy Katsuki - vice versa - celebrity!y/n x aged up!katsuki

• following contains, eventual smut, mentions of suicide, alcohol, mental illness, heavy party scenes and probably more !

• 18+ only!! this is your warning

• the rest of the celebrities mentioned in this series i do not take credit for, and the songs mentioned all writing ownership belongs to them! i do not take credit except for this fan fiction!

!! just a friendly reminder this is all fake, simply my imagination placed into writing !!

intro

chapter one

furious knocking is heard on bakugo katsuki’s hotel door, with shouts of “katsuki!! katsuki!!” being heard on the other side of the door.

katsuki groaned furiously as he got up and headed for the door, opening it loudly

“what the hell?!”

katsuki opened it to see his best friend, eijiro kirishima standing before him with a star eyed look on him. katsuki sighed and opened the door wider for his red headed friend to walk in.

“this better be good shitty hair, i was about to eat my fuckin’ breakfast.” katsuki spoke with a grumble

“katsuki! you’ll never believe it, guess who’s the performer for the gala?!” eijiro said practically shouting the walls away, his hands in tight fists, barely holding himself together.

a massive sigh was heard from katsuki, “will you PLEASE, for the love of god stop the fuckin’ shoutin’?!” he practically raised his hands in the air with annoyance

eijiro nodded happily, no sign of embarrassment or fear covered his body, his hands just moved in a “guess” motion

katsuki gave him a blank stare before running a hand through his spiky blonde hair. “who is preform—” before he could finish his sentence eijiro already announced the performer,

“Y/N! THE Y/N! like global sensation Y/N?! SHE of all people will be preforming FOR US katsuki!!! can you believe it?! oh my god!!”

katsuki gave him a look of “who the fuck are you talking about” before realization dawned on him, on his face, “oh, the chick who sings ‘NDA’?”

eijiro nodded excitedly, “and therefore i am, your power, when the party’s over-”

“oh yeah, i like when the party’s over”

“male fantasy, i love you- OH my gosh what if she sings i love you? oh ill sob. oh not to mention, illicit affairs, my tears ricochet—”

“eijiro.” katsuki spoke in a harsh tone “we get it, she sings a lot of songs you know.”

eijiro walked towards him and sat down, “see that’s just the thing katsuki, she doesn’t just sing. she’s- hah! she’s an idol, she- she literally defines music, she’s a poet and composer and creates masterpieces using something that comes naturally to her- she- she creates art out of instruments and makes millions out of it-” eijiro reaches for the tv remote. “i mean look she even-”

“oh i’d rather you not go down this rabbit hole of obsession”

“yeah well i’m going to so shut up and eat your pancakes”

katsuki stared down at his plate of buttermilk pancakes and looked offended as eijiro flipped to ‘youtube’ on the hotels tv, seconds later there’s a video playing of Y/N preforming at coachella a year ago, singing her song, ‘idontwannabeyouanymore’ her voice soft and smooth as she sang the words with ease.

“i mean you see how natural it is for her? there are so and i mean so so many singers out there but jesus.. there’s only one of her.” he pointed to the screen and katsuki’s eyes followed to it, the camera panning on her face, her eyes shut, lashes brushing her under eye, her lips close to the microphone, there had to be a fan right above her, her hair flowing around, but yet somehow it didn’t look messy.. like it did but it was a good messy, her eyes opened and a glint of happiness shined in them, her lips curved up into a smile as she harmonized the end, and the whole crowd screamed and emerged into clapping, she looked down at her feet, the air blowing her hair, she looked up and her eyes shined from the blue spotlight creating a glow over her. she mouthed “thank you” before shouting, “THANK YOU COACHELLA!!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO MUCH” and the video ended.

“i mean come on!! she’s a fucking legend and in her fucking prime right now, and to even think she’s gonna perform for US?! oh god man i could pass away” ejiro says as he fake swoons and falls onto the hotel couch, his hand on his forehead.

katsuki scoffs as he takes a bite of his pancakes, “yeah, i mean she is good, she’s got a voice that’s for sure-”

ejiro interrupts katsuki immediately, “it’s not just the voice man!! it’s her, she’s from a whole other world! and she’s like the nicest person you’ll ever meet-”

“and have you? have you met her?” katsuki gives him a sarcastic look, ejiro presses his lips met with silence, katsuki sighs as sets his fork down and crosses his arms, “don’t believe everything you see on the internet ejiro.” he said with a serious tone, “not everyone is who they seem to be, i can sniff out who’s a fucking fake from a mile away, i would know” he gives an annoyed look.

ejiro sighs as he gets up and pops a blueberry in his mouth that had been sitting on katsuki’s breakfast plate, “yeah well we will have to wait to meet her so you can ��sniff her out” yourself..” ejiro scoffs, “trust me katsuki, she’s the real deal.” he ended with pointing at the tv who had Y/N smiling out into the crowd at coachella, her eyes like glitter.

ejiro said his goodbyes and walked out leaving katsuki by himself and just him staring at the tv screen, his arms still crossed, he mentally slapped himself before pressing the video that would come up next, another performance at coachella from the same year, her hit song, “when the party’s over”. now this one katsuki was familiar with, it was one he found himself listening to a lot in his car, the lyrics were raw he would give her that, and her voice- god if katsuki knew it was something sent out of a dream to become katsuki’s worst nightmare he would have never clicked play.

[aliaology]

FELT GOOD ABOUT YOU

summary: in which you find that even though jack was a bad idea, you still had a good feeling about him. said feeling was wrong, but it helped you learn more about yourself than before

pairing: jhughes x fem!reader

got me where you want me, in your palm it’s almost funny. all my friends they tried to stop me wanting you. but i was never meant to listen, not until i found a reason. it took all of me to walk away and choose.

jack hughes was a total chick magnet, that was a well known fact. his fanbase on lines spoke for most of the community about his pretty looks. but they also spoke about his seem-to-be fuck boy personality.

he was known as a .. player in ways. but not many of the words used against him were ever proven true. it was word of mouth. but the words were also ones that came directly from your friends mouths.

when you met jack in northern newark, you were intrigued. you didn’t know anything about hockey, so honestly you had no idea who he was. hence why the ‘do you know who i am?’ that flew from his mouth, did not work.

yeah, in a way, he was uptight. the coffee staining his shirt allowed him to be. though the rushed amount of apologies and you even saying ‘oh god i made a business man late to work’ had him interested in you and your lack of who he was.

his hand held out, stopping you from anything. he apologized for the attitude, and instead of making you buy him a new anything, he paid for your coffee. and just like that, you and jack hughes became.. something.

overtime, you were like putty in jacks hands. he could almost mold you into anything he wanted. this is when your friends stepped in. they saw how jack played you like a pawn, made you do unnecessary things like specifically only cleaning his shirts in one load, pants in the other.

he did this to see how well you would listen to him.

and it worked.

but you never saw a reason to leave the blue-eyed man. he had your heart in the palm of his hand, your eyes were full of love every time you looked at him. why would you want to leave?

then you finally had a realization moment. you only truly realized it when you went out to dinner. jack said he’d pay for you both, but when he went to the bathroom and never came back? you realized he only paid for his food. leaving you there with no car, and unpaid food.

who does that to their girlfriend?

finally realizing that not only did he ditch you, but went for another girl too? dagger to the heart. thats not all that truly happened though. so with everything in mind, a heavy heart, a loss of dignity, and a tough decision; you left.

got what you demanded, picture perfect like you planned it. can’t believe the way we landed, fallin’ through. held my breath for your reaction, like the first time that we happened. we were fightin’ more than laughin’, black and blue.

another reason you left was the amount of arguments that took place. you swore with every yell, a bigger crack went through the picture frame with a picture of the both of you at your aunt’s wedding,

though the fights were never physical, they always left a mental toll on you. it was hard, knowing you’d truly never be the picture perfect woman for him, like he wanted.

you tried your best. in fact on one of your last dates, you wore the same outfit you did on your first date. a cute denim skirt with your white sneakers. along with a cute white top your mother got you.

you wanted to be what he wanted. you waited by the door, holding your breath the moment you heard his footsteps. he just walked by you, eyes pausing for a moment before going to the door and opening it.

whatever it was, it didn’t work.

your heart was left black and blue.

felt good about you ‘til i didn’t

all the previous thoughts of how jack was the perfect man for you. the perfect boyfriend and lover; they vanished. his touch eventually stopped bringing butterflies to your stomach, and instead an uncomfortable twist that made you nauseous.

these same hands were on another woman.

the look of love in your eyes had dulled. a flicker of hope passed through them every once in awhile, until it vanished. the only happiness came after you left.

so you felt good about him all the way up until you didn’t. unfortunately, it took you awhile to feel that way. every now and then, you wished it had happened sooner. wished it had happened faster.

seems like life likes to make things harder, for your especially. fortunately for jack, he had it easy.

really got me thinkin’, future plannin’ for no reason. there were the nights i skipped out on sleepin’ ‘cause of you. and i had less than half of somethin’, what you gave was what i wanted. ‘til i realized i felt fuller without you.

truly, nights back in your own apartment allowed you to sit with your thoughts and not have your mind plagues about who’s bed he’ll wake up in next morning. you spent countless nights wondering that.

but it allowed you to digress more on the future. did you really believe you would work out? did you see yourself with him? no, you didn’t. not anymore.

so now with him gone completely, you’ve found life to be more fulfilling. it seemed brighter, you weren’t a secret hidden away. your friends were proud. you were having a good time. and one without the man you used to believe you couldn’t live without.

life finally seemed promising.

now it was time to move on. though it wasn’t the hardest, it was scary. you didn’t need a repeat of what had happened. thankfully, his teammate seemed to be a lot more mature than he was.

[blkluci]

idk if your taking requests but i literally js read your mha boys seeing you fight and fell in love and i was wondering if you could do a part 3 with hawks, dabi, and iida or anyone else you’d like pls

𝒎𝒉𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚/𝒎𝒆𝒏 and you fighting pt.3...

CHARACTERS ) keigo tamaki, toya dabi todoroki, tenya iida.

PLOT ) a headcannon of the boy/men seeing you fight.

A/N ) thankk youuu anon for the request!! glad you've been enjoying it :) sorry it took so long to fill. i'm so happy that everyone is enjoying this series. lmk if y'all want me to do a different fandom! :3 my requests are always open, so don't be shy y'all <33

[ 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎 ] hawks is a walking chick magnet—nopunintended. but he's he made that EXTREMELY clear in multiple interviews; he only wants you. so, it makes no sense when his random girl pushes up on him talkin' bout sum‰—"HE'S MINE." she followed you guys around for too long and hawks asked her to politely stop. when she insisted to not leave him alone, you intervened. didn't go to we for her according to him.

... you've been patient enough

... when she twisted her mouth to say something disrespectful you took off

... your fist connected with them nasty thin lips

... keigo's distress signals in his body weren't working properly

... he didn't know whether to pull you off her and cheer

-> "get In the paint!"

... his chants fuel the punches

... the girl tried the cover her face but your hulk hands still found it

-> "LOOK WHAT HAPPEN TO YOU NOW!"

... you was whoppin' her like you had real issue

... kei was really really amused

... but being that you guys were in public, he didn't want trouble for you

-> "okay baby, i think you got enough hits in."

... right before you let go off her bald head, you landed one for good measures on her nose

-> "DON'T LEMME SEE YOU AGAIN!"

... keigo was chuckling as he covered you guys with his wings and snuck away

... in the secluded area he admired your features

… your face was untouched but a bit of dirt on your shirt

-> "you did her real dirty babe."

-> "so?"

... he smirked

-> "she gonna have bruises for a while."

-> "her problem."

... damn

... that's kinda hot to him

... he chuckled

-> "so cruel. i love you."

… you gave a confused concerned face

… he didn’t care. judge him all you want!

… HE AINT ASHAMED

[ 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 ] toya hasn’t been with many women in his lifetime. but he’s been with one before you. he’s never mentioned it because he ain’t like her. so randomly, when she decided to take it upon herself and text him to leave you. mind you, he been blocked her on everything. he obviously doesn’t entertain, care nor does he want to or have to energy to deal with her. so he gave you the phone and you told her line it up.

… miss girl was BOLD

… she dropped that address with quickness

… so being an amazing and supportive boyfriend

… he took you to her

… as soon as the car pulled up you called her

-> “come outside, we not gon jump you.”

… dabi chuckled

… he sat on the car hood with his hands in his pants

… he made sure he pull out that phone too

-> “don’t beat her up too bad.”

-> “no promises!”

… shawty buss through the doors and ran up on you

… just to get kicked

… dabi almost fell out on the car

… you was putting beat to ahhhhh bruh

-> “ damn. damn. damn.”

… your hits echoed all down the dark street

-> “betcha won’t try it again!”

… dabi seen you fight before but not with typa anger and adrenaline

… your fist moving like lightning fast to her face

… you damn near pull her head off with how hard gripped her hair

-> “GET UP! GET UP!”

… next thing he know you pick her up like some WWE champion and body slam her

-> “OH!”

-> “DUMMY.”

… he didn’t know what to say but snaked his arm around your shoulder with a smirk

-> “where’d you learn that? how you know how to do that.”

-> “i’ll never tell.”

… he looks at you with a straight face

… them blue eyes damn near glowed in the dark

… like gojo

-> “you always doin’ that.”

-> “i love you too.”

… he rolled his eyes

… now he gotta go beat twice cause he knows he taught you that

[ 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀 ] mr. idc-ima-tell really ain’t have no romantic past. he does however have haters. boys and girls but he’s mr. don’t-care! so guess what, he don’t care! but some people really be bold out here. just like this ragamuffin boy that try to fight him. so what’d you do? JUMP THE HELL IN! you like corbin fr. but what makes no sense is why this girl would jump in. yeah she got dealt with.

… iida really didn’t have much time to react he could only swing

… you watched with the boy put his booger hands on your pootie, you wasn’t having it

… you punch the random in the back of his fathead

… iida notice that the weigh was off him

… but then he see it’s you

-> “Y/N!”

… all of a sudden!

… some shawty doo-wop run up

… iida pulled the guy off you and punch him in the jaw

… boy got slumped

… you and the girl tho

… y’all still going!

-> “WHAT YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS!?”

-> “y/n! come on, let her go.”

-> “HELL NO! RUN UP AND STILL BEAT YOU !”

… poor girl was scattering on the floor like a roach

… you was giving her that work!

… twisted every way but sideways

… iida eventually pulled you back

-> “calm down, please. you’ve been her up.”

-> “MAKE SURE SHE DONT TRY IT AGAIN!”

… the girl was limping walking away

-> “she won’t! i’ll make a complaint to aizawa and principal nezu."

… he was livid , but he needed to make sure you were okay

… so he asked if you guys could have the day off

… ofc he was granted permission

… so yall went to eat and chat

Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be afraid, for I am your God. I will strengthen you; I will help you; I will hold on to you with my righteous right hand. (‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭41‬:‭10‬ ‭CSB‬‬)

[mabelstone]

I Could Be Yours

hozier x f!reader

part one of lullabies <3

hi i have risen from the dead... new matt stone will be coming soon i promise!! i've just become infatuated with hozier recently so i had no choice but to devote a new fic to him <3

i didn't proof read because it's bedtime, i will fix tomorrow if there's any errors!! soz

cw: none really... just a shitty boyfriend and drinking. still 18+

word count: 3.5k

“That’s your man, ‘uh?” The deep voice behind me made me jump, forcing me to peel my eyes from Joe and the leggy blonde he was laughing with.

“Stop doing that!” I gasp, clutching a hand over my chest, jokingly punching Andrew in the arm. “But yes. That’s him,” I sigh, wanting to cut the conversation before it had a chance to start. Andrew was far too friendly to be talking to my walking storm cloud of a boyfriend.

“I didn’t know his sister was playing tonight,” he confessed casually, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt. “Which one is she?”

“He doesn’t have a sister,” I shake my head, quirking an eyebrow at the human tower before me. “Where’d you hear that?”

“Huh?” He played dumb, though a soft pink blush tinted his cheeks, looking like he wished he could eat his words.

“Where did you hear that?” I repeated, the room suddenly too hot for comfort, despite Joe's protests that I was dressed like a 'tart,' in his words.

“I’m sure I misheard, hearing’s a bit shot,” he lied through his teeth, and he must be a fool to believed I'd let him play it off.

“Andy," I faced him now, trying to force him to meet my eyes he was so desperately avoiding. "Who did he say that to?”

“That woman,” his voice sounded pained, as if he were almost ashamed to tell me. He was too smart, he could read me, and if anyone could read the room, it was him. I just went quiet, his warm calloused hand placed on my shoulder, feeling like it might burn a hole in my dress. “You deserve better,” he professed sincerely, pulling that horrid face at me, the type you pull when you feel really sorry for someone.

I huffed some pathetic excuse of a response, forcing my eyes to the ground. There seemed to be a magnetic pull, forcing my eyes back to Joe, hurting my own feelings again and again. I can’t recall a time he’d ever looked that interested in me. Not unless he was trying to bed me, which was usually after a stressful day at work or after a massive fight.

“If you were my girl, every man and their dog would know. You’re too good for him,” his voice was warm, like being pulled from a frozen over lake and straight into an oven. His Irish brogue more apparent than ever, and I cursed myself for the way my heart leapt in my chest.

He just slipped past me onto the stage for his set, unaware that he just made me feel nearly every emotion in the span of two minutes.

“That’s not even a real job,” Joe scoffed, shaking his head indignantly like he always did, as if everyone were beneath him. He’s always looked down at others for as long as I’ve known him. His Napoleon Complex makes him feel like he’s six foot eleven, when in reality, I barely have to tilt my head to kiss him.

I bit my cheek to suppress an angry concoction of insults, swallowing it down and opting for, “so my job isn’t a real job?”

“Babe,” he groaned, one soft hand slipping off the steering wheel onto my thigh. “You know that’s not what I meant. It’s just not very manly, is all. He should be doing something that’s not just for chicks.”

“He’s a carpenter, actually,” I lied, arms barricaded across my chest as I tried to focus on the London Bridge we were rolling over. “Manly enough for you?”

“Could you relax? Jesus Christ…” he pulled his hand from me quicker than he placed it there, sighing emphatically. “You gettin’ your period or something?”

“No!” It was my turn to scoff now, turning to face him. His stupid face was contorted like it always was, as if he’d smelt something rotten. “You’ve hurt my feelings, Joe.”

“Oh, everything hurts your fucking feelings,” he seethed, hooking a turn so sharp I just about fell into the driver’s side. I muttered under my breath, gripping onto the handle at the top of my door, as it was highly likely I was going to need it for the rest of the trip. That’s my Joe. Sickly sweet when you first meet him, then cold and sharp when he drops the act. “I don’t know how much longer I can put up with this shit.”

“Excuse me?” I straightened up, my stomach twisting in that familiar nauseating knot.

“You. Your shit,” he rolled his eyes for what felt like the thousandth time, turning his head to me, deadpan. “Constantly starting arguments, whining about everything. You’re exhausting me.”

Then the rest of the entourage strides in on cue. The searing pain in my throat, the tears prickling into my eyes. The shame and embarrassment that pummel me like waves in a storm. Oh, God, the embarrassment. I feel my cheeks glow red, and suddenly the chill of late Autumn is comparable to a sauna, and there’s not enough air in the passenger side to satiate my lungs.

“Don’t cry,” he groans again, refusing to look at me again. And suddenly, I’m twelve again, trying to cry silently in my father’s car. Sigmund Freud would be laughing in his grave right now. “I’m sorry," he sighs, reaching for my leg again. I jerk away. "Shouldn’t have taken it so far.”

Though his apologies are just words at this point. I’ve walked this road too many times to not know any better. The rest of the ride home is silent, my knees pressed into the passenger door, trying to focus on anything but the fact that I will probably never leave. I will board this train wreck until he beats me down to nothing.

"He just has this weird infatuation for you. A blind man could see it," he tsked, shaking his head as if it were my fault. "And you just egg him on. He's a proper knob."

"He's the knob? What'd you think of your sister's set, hm?" I seethed, silently letting the tears fall as if I were in some sappy drama.

We didn't speak for the rest of the night, Joe slamming his car door, storming inside to lock himself in our bedroom. I washed my face in the kitchen sink and fell asleep on the couch in the small hours of the morning.

Joe didn't come to my show tonight, opting for the local pub with his work mates. I can't lie and say I was upset about it. Another thing I couldn't lie about is how Andrew's words played on a loop in my head for the rest of that night and all day today. I know he was just saying it to comfort me, but is it sad that I've never been so flattered?

"Hey," I smiled, the condensation from my breath hanging between us as I walked up to Andy. “Thought you were quitting.”

He was leaning against the brick wall outside the bar, a halfway smoked cigarette to his lips. He looked nice tonight. His usual unruly curls framing his face so perfectly, two layers under his dark denim jacket. He grinned infectiously as always, never once tearing his eyes from mine as he shrugged, “I’m no quitter.”

“Shut up,” I groaned, finding my spot beside him, now pressing my back to the cold bricks.

“So, where’s Jake tonight?” Now his eyes were fixed on the busy street before us, his arm brushing mine each time he’d put the cigarette to his lips.

“It’s Joe,” I corrected with an eye roll, though there was no malice in my expression. “And he’s watching the game with his mates. We’ve barely spoken since last night.” My heart ached a bit at the reminder of what he’d said to me on the drive home. You’re exhausting me. If his wish was for me to rethink the past five years, he certainly got it.

He gave me that pathetic poor you look again. "Come on. I'll buy ya' a drink. I insist."

"Who am I to deny you?" I grinned, following close behind him as he stubbed his cigarette out under his boot, holding the bar door open for me.

He ordered himself a whiskey on the rocks, a coconut margarita for me. We slid into a small booth at the back, the walls practically vibrating from the drunken chatter and the obnoxious drum solo on the stage.

"She's busy tonight, eh?" He half shouted across to me, leaning over his drink.

"I know, right? I've never seen the place like this," I agreed, taking in just how alive the atmosphere was tonight. "Remember me when you're famous."

"You're not easy to forget. You remember me!" He grinned at me, taking a large swig of his drink. I couldn't tear my eyes from his Adam's apple bobbing with each sip, his eyes dark in the dim lighting. I felt extreme guilt, forcing my eyes anywhere but his direction.

He must've sensed it. This man could read me like a book. Thankfully, he steered the conversation smoothly, "what're you playing tonight?"

"Oh, no. I'm not singing tonight," I shook my head, polishing off my drink in a sip a little bit too big for my mouth. "Want another drink? My shout."

"Why aren't you singing?" He ignored me, pulling a face that screamed, are you mad? "If there's any night for it, it's tonight."

"Honestly, I just want to get pissed and be the observer for once." I smiled sweetly, hoping he couldn't see through the facade. "What're you singing then?"

"An original," he smiled coyly, eyes faltering.

"Oh, Andy! How exciting," I cheered, genuinely happy for him. He'd shown me some of his poetry, and with such a beautiful voice, there's no possibility he could go wrong. "You're going to blow the roof off. This calls for another drink."

"As you wish," he grinned, holding eye contact as he finished off his glass, the faintest pink tinge to his cheeks.

When I made my way back to the table, my heart sunk a bit when I saw a girl leaning against our table giggling, tucking thick red locks behind her ears. He was laughing too, body language practically begging for more. I might be exaggerating. Why did I even care? I am in a committed relationship.

Funny, he looks just as amused as Joe did last night.

I made my way to the table, sliding his drink to him.

"Hi, I'm Harper," she smiled wide, a beautiful array of pearly teeth on full display.

"Lovely to meet you. Y/N," I smiled back, unable to look at Andrew. "I'm gonna go watch the show. I'll leave you to it."

I turned my back just as he was about to protest, sipping at my drink as I kept my word, finding a seat before the stage. I couldn't really focus on the music though, my mind reeling over what Joe was up to. He hadn't even texted or calls. His location was off too. I grabbed another couple drinks, bumping into Andrew when I made my way back to the stage.

"Y/N," he reached for my arm, a sincerely apologetic tone to his voice. "I'm sorry for earlier, that was rude."

"No it wasn't," I replied a bit too quick, brushing off the apology. "You're single, you can do whatever."

"I meant having someone at our table," shit. Was that the wrong thing to say? Their margaritas are always too strong. "I was enjoying just having you and I time."

"No worries, there's always next time," I smiled sweetly, though really, I just wanted to get in the nearest cab, pack all my shit at home and move back to Bristol. "You're nearly on! I'll be front row." I turned away again, finding my way back to the nice girls I made small talk with earlier.

Sure enough, Andrew was up within the next fifteen minutes. The announcer, somewhere hidden backstage spoke, "please give your warmest welcome to our absolute favourite, Andrew Hozier-Byrne!"

He walked onto the stage, acoustic guitar hanging from his neck as he awkwardly made his way onto the stage, adjusting the microphone to his height as he did each night.

"Ehm, this song is called I Could Be Yours," he offered a tight lipped smile to the crowd, a few cheers heard here and there. "Thanks guys."

I couldn't help but grin at his shyness, the complete opposite of how he was with me.

I could be soft and sweet, I could be hard and loud.

I could be everything you'd ever need somehow.

Why don't you hear me sing out from the lost and found,

I could be yours, I could be yours, I could be yours.

He seemed to be scanning the crowd, probably for Harper, meanwhile all eyes were on him, basking in his glory. As if he were rain in a drought, not a single soul in the audience not mesmerised by his syrupy voice. Myself included, wide eyed, the epitome of awe.

Why don't you try on me? Why don't you take me home?

I'll match the colour scheme of your bedroom walls.

Oh, take a dose of me, it doesn't hurt at all.

I could be yours, I could be yours, I could be yours.

His skilled fingers danced along the strings, his eyes, when not scanning the crowd focused on his measured movements. To say I was moved was an understatement. His voice thick and sweet as honey, his eyes shining under the stage lights, the hypnotic effect he had on the crowd. Unlike anything I had ever experienced.

Then his eyes found mine. It was almost like nothing existed in the same realm as him and I. Just us.

Oh God, I'd benefit from your sweet tenderness.

Oh, thank God, it could've been, 'cause nothing comes from it.

That'd be a helpful thought if I could remember it,

but I could be yours, I could be yours, I could be yours.

"Thanks," he nodded awkwardly to the crowd, eyes leaving mine as he did the stage, the audience cheering and clapping.

I couldn't put into words the feelings I felt if you held a gun to my head. No doubt my eyes glistened back at his, tears of joy swimming at my waterline, completely estranged from last nights'.

"He was looking right at you!" One of the women I'd met shouted over the cheers, shaking me by the shoulder. I just hummed some response, smiling and beelining for the exit.

The bite of the outdoors was a stark comparison to the warmth of the bar, my nervous system seeming to reset instantaneously. I pulled out my phone and checked the time. 8:45pm. I told Joe I wouldn't be home til midnight and not to wait up for me.

It was wrong to feel this way about Andrew. He was my friend. I had Joe. Even if we had our rough patches.

My phone buzzed wildly in my hand, and when I checked the caller ID, I nearly didn't pick up.

I sighed. "Hello?"

"Hey," Andrew spoke loudly over the drunken chatter, a few good one mate, and, good on ya's here and there. "Where'd you run off to?"

"I, uh, had too much to drink," I lied through my teeth, kicking at the gravel beneath my feet. "I'm just heading home."

"Oh..."

"I'm out the front," I piped up, not wanting him to think he caused this. Or that I was running away. Because I was not. Right?

He hung up and shortly after, his tall figure emerged, his shadow reaching me before he did.

He opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it. "Great song, Andy. Really beautiful." I meant it.

"Oh, yeah. Thank you," he smiled, looking down at his boots. "How're you getting home?"

"I was gonna get a cab, or an Uber, or something." I shrugged, acutely aware of how breathy I sounded. Beyond tired. I wasn't lying when I said I'd had too much to drink.

"No need, I'll take you." He offered, digging his hands into his pockets and gesturing with his head for me to follow.

"It's okay, Andy, really," I countered, giving him my must sincere smile I could muster. I was too confused right now. Nobody had ever made me feel this way while I've been with Joe. "Get in there and mingle. They loved you."

"I'd rather know you're safe."

I ended up in the passenger seat of his car. He'd kindly put the heater on full blast, though no doubt, he'd be sweating under all those layers. I protested, but he kept fretting about how red my nose was from the cold.

"You alright?" He asked, my head leaned against his window.

"Yeah," I breathed, struggling to keep my eyes open, though my mind was very much awake and racing.

"You've been acting funny, did I upset you?" He glanced over at me, concern written all over his features. Had he always been this handsome?

"It's not you. I'm sorry," I lifted my head to look at him. Tequila and I are not friends. I flipped down the visor mirror to see a tiny it of smudged mascara under my eyes. I wiped it away, sighing for the hundredth time. "Joe just... things aren't going well. I slept on the couch last night. Well, barely. He's just so mean, you know?" I babbled drunkenly, a huge weight lifting after finally telling someone. "He always picks at everything I do. You complain all the time. You put too much salt in this. That isn't a real sustainable job, babe. We never shag anymore... Shag? Isn't that disgusting, Andy?"

I continued my drunken spiel, probably including more details than I should have. Andrew just kept his eyes on the road, sharing glances here and there to let me know he was listening.

The grande finale, "why can't all men just be like you? You would make a wonderful husband, you know. You wouldn't tell your girlfriend she's too lively in bed, would you?"

"No, I wouldn't," he laughed, shaking his head. He looked at me fondly. For once, it wasn't a look of sympathy. It was kind of sad, almost.

"I've said too much, haven't I?" I probably looked like a kicked puppy at the realisation, but one smile from him eased any disconcertion I had.

"Not at all," he sighed, staring at his hands on the wheel. "I have a lot to say. I just don't think I should be the one saying it."

"Well, now you have to tell me," I countered, lolling my head to the side to face him.

"He's a fuckwit," he shook his head, his grip on the wheel tightening. "He doesn't deserve you. Not even a little bit. He's going to fuck it up and won't realise what he's lost until it's too late. And you know what? Good."

He pulled onto the road before my house with perfect timing, getting out of the car to open my door for me. He took my hand in his, helping me out, and thank goodness he did, because I still nearly rolled my ankle. I laughed and let myself fall into his chest, steadying myself after a hearty, obnoxious laugh.

"Oh my God, I've made a complete fool of myself tonight," I sighed, this time it felt like a release, not a breath weighing me down. "Thank you for taking care of me, Andy."

"Anytime at all," he grinned leaning against his car. I couldn't help myself, lurching forward at him, wrapping my arms around his torso. My head barely reached his shoulder, even when standing on the curb.

"I loved your song," I murmured against his chest, pulling back to grab his face. He turned ghost white. "You are my favourite singer. Ever."

His cheeks darkened as he looked away, chuckling softly with the shake of his head.

"Drink lots of water for me tonight. That's an order as your favourite singer."

"Yes, Mr. Hozier-Byrne," I grinned, turning on my heels and heading for the door. The garage door was 1/4 open. Joe must be home early.

I fumbled through my purse for my keys, finding them after what felt like an eternity of great difficulty. I was going in with a good attitude. I was going to sit him down and hash this out. We can fix this. We've been together nearly 6 years, this is just a rough patch.

I walked up to my bedroom, sure my ears were deceiving me. When I opened my bedroom door, I saw red.

omg angst... just hear me out i have good direction for this one. i hope u enjoyed <3