#thanks for all the questions and the opportunity to blurt!

[hoshifighting]

how would svt members ask for a kiss, please? 🥺🤲 who would be all cute saying "babe, can i get a kiss?" or who would be pratical, just going 😙 and waiting for their partner to respond, idk.

seungcheol’s the kind of guy who’ll straight-up say, “come here, give me a kiss,” but it’s not a question, more like a demand with a cheeky smirk. he’s already pulling you closer by the waist, not waiting for an answer. you’re basically getting that kiss whether you want to or not, but let’s be real—you want to. “don’t make me wait, babe.”

jeonghan would be sneaky about it. he wouldn’t even ask; he’d just casually lean in, real close, like he’s about to say something important, and then—boom. lips on yours.. he lives for catching you off guard, especially when you blush after.

joshua’s too sweet about it. “babe, can i get a kiss? 🥺” he’d say it so soft and shy, with those puppy eyes you can’t resist. his hand’s already resting on your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin, like he’s prepping you for it. and when you finally lean in, he’s smiling so big, like it’s the highlight of his day.

jun won’t say much; he’ll just walk up, grab your chin between his thumb and forefinger, and tilt your head up slightly. he gives you that little smirk of his, then leans in without a word.

hoshi would be over the top, of course. he’d start off all pouty, “baaaaabe, i want a kiss! 😩” dragging it out, aegyo mode. if you tease him and act like you won’t kiss him, he’ll dramatically fall on the couch like he’s dying from lack of affection. “you’re really gonna let me suffer like this?”

wonwoo will just look at you, no words needed, eyes flicking to your lips and back up to your eyes, his hand will slip into yours, giving it a soft squeeze, he’s letting you come to him, and when you do, he meets you halfway.

woozi’s practical, but in his own way. he’ll be sitting next to you, working on something, and just randomly look over. “can i get a kiss real quick?” he says it like he’s asking you to pass him the remote, so casual, but there’s that little glint in his eyes that tells you he’s been thinking about it for a while.

seokmin would be a cutie too, and even after months, years of relationship, he will be kind of shy to ask directly. “hey, hey, can i have a kiss?” he’d ask, full smile, leaning in like he’s already expecting it. when you finally give in, he’d pull back with a big, satisfied grin. then he’d tease you, “wow, that was the best kiss ever, let’s do it again!”

mingyu’s straightforward. he’ll just stand in front of you, hands on your hips, leaning in close. “kiss me.” and when you hesitate just a second too long, he’ll lean in more, brushing his lips over yours just enough to make you want more.

minghao’s chill, but he makes it special. he’ll wait for a quiet moment, then gently tuck your hair behind your ear, “may i kiss you?” he says, his voice low, almost like it’s a secret between just the two of you. and when you nod, he does the pouty face, his juicy lips looking so cute while doing it.

seungkwan “what do i gotta do to get a kiss around here?” he’ll joke, pretending to be so offended that you haven’t kissed him yet today. but the second you lean in, he’s suddenly shy, laughing nervously before his lips meet yours. “see? that wasn’t so hard,” he’ll tease afterward, but his blush gives him away.

vernon’s the type to not say much. he’ll just kinda lean in, lips pursed, making the 😙 face until you laugh and give him what he wants. “thanks,” he’ll say with a small grin, like it’s no big deal, but he's the type that can get hard just from it, making you two wait inside the care before walking out.

chan would take the opportunity to kiss you every time, everywhere. he’ll sit next to you, kinda fidgeting, then eventually just blurt out, “can i get a kiss?” his friends, your friends, probably saw this view more than they can count.

[kujiba]

【Go on and Love Me】

୨୧ — ꒰ male!reader | he/his prounouns | Sagau | Genshinimpact

୨୧ — ꒰ Streamer!Reader who gets sidetracked by people's donations/chats making the genshin characters feel jealous

Ft. Xiao, Wanderer, Kinich, Traveler

A/n: inspired by la2yn0va hsr fic

X I A O

(Name) happily smiled at another donation sent to him after recently completing a natlan quest

"Thanks for the 20 bits donation!"

He thanked the chat with a wide smile, the chat which was filled with people commenting every second flooding the entire screen making (Name) shift his focus to answer their questions about himself.

This cute interaction made (Name) feel warm and lovely in the inside, being able to interact with fans who admired him.

You know who wasn't happy? A dark headed male inside a screen wasn't that happy unlike (Name). Why were these people gifting you so low? Most of all why was (Name)'s attention not on him anymore?

He had to pull alot of strings to make his own crit rise up since (Name)'s luck on the Vermilion domain was absolutely dog shit.

(Name) — Hm? My favorite character in genshin?

Xiao — You called?

Xiao unintentionally blurted that out without any thoughts whatsoever, but when he did realize and saw (Name)'s confused face along with the chat going wild.

Without any choice Xiao did his idle animation to hide his face away from you, he used his mask so that Xiao won't face you for a while since he was in a very vulnerable state

(Name) — New mail? Sweet 300 primos!

(Chat) — Fr? I didn't get any new mail from hoyo yet.

(Name) — Well.. Free primos is free primos

If (Name)'s happy then he'll rest easy today. Hopefully no rumors circulate about what happened earlier.. Self aware fanfics are crazy these days.

W A N D E R E R

Wanderer stared at (Name) blankly, he was too busy thanking people with countless of donations to even realize they were still in a boss fight farming material's for upcoming characters.

Wanderer became (Name)'s fan ever since he saw him at that temporary event named 'Unreconciled Stars Event Quest The Crisis Deepens'.

Smug mf since he made (Name) hit hard pity for him. But was kind enough to give you his c1 after 140 wishes

(Chat) — Why don't you change your main (Streamer Name)?

An irk mark appears on Wanderer's face but wasn't that visible on screen.

Is this swine telling (Name) to replace him with someone else? Hard pass. He was already stolen from (Name)'s attention and now these nobody's are trying to persuade him into maining some other weak random than him.

Just so happen that (Name) spotted a chest nearby and happily went over to open it, Wanderer took this opportunity immediately

(Wanderer) — Unnecessary.

(Chat) — Is it just me or is his voice rougher than usual?

Damn right it's rougher since he just wanted to vent his anger out on any enemies on sight

The chat won't know but what he had said was directly targeted at them, if only he could say every insult known to man right now

So (Name), keep your eyes on him only and no one else, then maybe he'll make his attacks stronger if you comply

(Name) — Well to answer your question earlier chat, no I don't think I'll be changing my main anytime soon. Wanderer's pretty fun to play with.

After (Name) finished talking he took a closer look at Wanderer's face, but his eyes swore Wanderer had a tad bit of pink on his cheeks

His eyes must've been starting to break with the amount of streaming his doing

T R A V E L E R

(Name) had just began to prep for his stream of the week and now he was currently adjusting the Traveler's artifacts to try out a new build

You know what's crazy though? His builds are pretty shitty.

He has the absolute worst luck in artifacts plus in leveling up pieces, most of which usually goes to defense or HP%

But he still hits about 800k regularly with the Traveler! How could he do such thing with only 44.6% Crit rate!?

(Chat) — 1 MILLION?? (Name) are you doing hacks?

(Name) — What? No! Guess my Traveler's just really op

The Traveler is a smug motherfucker

Of course the Traveler wouldn't hit such high numbers without using a...slight adjustment to the system

Sure their pieces are pretty bad but they'll accept anything (Name) had given them! How could they just shake off his hard work on griding for their ascension and talents?

Whenever the Traveler sees (Name)'s shocked expression during the massive crit's appearing on his screen they are damn right happy and overjoyed they managed to satisfy their grace!

(Chat) — Your builds are bad af tho lolol

(Chat) — Why main the Traveler? They're a pretty bad character to main, you should go for Nuevillete or Alhaitham.

The Traveler's good mood immediately faded into dust once he saw the chats text

Are those no lifers saying that they're not fit to be (Name)'s vessel? They're the most perfect one!

What could Nuevillete or whatever character have that they don't? Could they switch elements? Don't think so

If they wanted bigger numbers, the Traveler will show them big numbers all right, if you want them to hit 10 million they're gonna make it happen with just one click

(Name) — Thanks for the suggestion chat but I'm going to stick with the Traveler, I'm already wayyy too attached

The Traveler's mood once again took a 360 and smiled softly at what (Name) said to them, their stomachs fluttering with delight

(Name) is attached to them? No other compliment or praise could ever reach what the Traveler was feeling at the very moment

Their grace! Oh their grace... If only they could just grab onto you and drag you here where you rightfully belong

K I N I C H

Kinich is an upcoming playable character but many in the genshin community have fallen head over heels for him

Yet he couldn't careless about them, after all just being near (Name)'s presence even though it's just by the Traveler's vessel already makes him nice and comfortable

(Name) — Day 10 of saving up for Kinich let's goo

(Chat) — Woah already 200 wishes? You're quick man

(Name) — Can't help it lmao, Kinich seems fun to play and he's really pretty!

(Chat) — He seem's boring though

(Chat) — Dude the dialouge is slightly glitching wtf

The dialouge's glitching is caused by Kinich's embarrassment and rage, he was previously just about to talk till he heard (Name) sing praises about him! How could he not accidentally stutter and mess up the dialouge!?

But on the other hand, the hell did that person meant by he was boring? He wasn't even released yet! This caused Kinich to panic mentally if whether or not you'll change your mind about pulling for him

He stared at you from the screen, clenching his fists tighter by the second. Just a small bit more... Just one more step and he'll be released, then he could really be by your side now.

(Name) — Aw man, hold on chat I gotta pause the stream to fix this glitching

(Name) eventually had to exit the game to try and see what the problem was with his device or if it was overheating again

Meanwhile Kinich was still standing there re-adjusting his thoughts about what just happened. His feelings were all a mixed bag at this point, he sighed rubbing his temples slowly

Ajaw eventually came to his side while looking at him weirdly like he had done something wrong

(Ajaw) — Wow.. Just wow

(Kinich) — Shut up...

To rightfully apologized the system eventually sent 10 wishes in (Name)'s game mail which he was confused at first but eh, more wishes for c6 knich!

Once he becomes playable Kinich would definitely spoil (Name) with high numbers and crit's. He would just have to deal with Ajaw's yapping in the meantime..

So don't get distracted over what those 'Chat' people say about him!

A/n: likes and reblogs are appreciated! Have a nice day(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

[sleepyhoon]

SAY YOU LOVE ME. — TRAILER

starring lee heeseung, park sunghoon, and you.

“ i know you like her, so do something about it „

syn. your once bold and confident figure skating partner — park sunghoon — has grown shy, stiff, and timid around you now that your routines have crossed the line from friendly intimacy to borderline sensual. with an upcoming performance at the annual figure skating convention on the line, you’re worried your partner’s incompetence could cost you opportunities to further your careeres. your boyfriend, heeseung, however seems to have the perfect solution to get sunghoon back on track.

running time. est 15k+

release date. mid to late january 2025

tickets. taglist open — reply to join or join my perm taglist here

rating. NC-17 :: mentions of dieting and harsh workouts, mentions of anxiety. swearing, alcohol consumption & drinking games. sexually explicit content in the form of — voyeurism, rough sex, cunnilingus, spit, fingering, multiple creampies, cum eating, slight mxm content, soft dom!hoon, mean dom!hee.

director’s note. surprise!! in honor of hitting 2.5 billion followers here is a teaser of my gift to you all! possibly my fave thing i’ve written in all my years of writing fanfics so this is extra special to me! hope you enjoy it, and special thanks to my angel @intromortal for designing the banners, dividers, and layout <3

— TRAILER

running time. 500+ || rating. PG-13

“I have a theory,” Heeseung pauses, taking a sip from your Stanley Cup as you quirk a brow at him, “about Sunghoon.”

It’s not often that Heeseung actively engages in conversations regarding your skating partner, so your curiosity is piqued. “What about him?”

Your boyfriend shrugs, setting your tumbler on the ground before slipping his boxing gloves back on, “About his, uh…date. I don’t think he’s into Jisu like he said he was.”

You snort, leaning your head against the rugged brick wall as you watch Heeseung give the punching bag a few light taps. “Trust me, I figured that out by now. I just don’t understand why he’d lie about liking someone.”

Heeseung glances at you for a moment, shaking his head at the fact that you clearly didn’t understand Sunghoon’s dilemma. “He definitely likes someone, just not her.”

“Then who?”

“You seriously don’t know?”

You throw your arms up in mock frustration, “How am I supposed to? He doesn’t talk to me about girls or his love life.”

Heeseung chuckles, mumbling “I bet” under his breath as he lands harder hits on the punching bag. “Sunghoon likes you, YN, that’s why the date with Jisu didn’t go well. That’s why he can barely even look you in the eye and why it’s so awkward skating with him now.”

“Your routines are so fucking — ugh — romantic now, and he’s obviously into you. He probably — ugh! — feels guilty, or some shit.” Heeseung punches grow harsher and harsher as he speaks, pausing every so often to let out a loud grunt as his fists connect with the leather.

Dumbfounded, you stare down at your sneakers in awe. You’d never imagined the possibility of Sunghoon having a crush on you, but Heeseung’s theory makes more sense than you’d like to admit.

“But, why would he tell me-”

“Because you fucking cornered him and demanded he tell you who he liked.” Heeseung interrupts, already knowing what your question was, “He was probably seconds away from pissing himself and blurted out the first girl he could think of.”

“I did not corner him.”

Heeseung rolls his eyes, using his forearm to wipe the sweat off his brow, “Whatever, just pointing out that you probably scared him.”

You sigh, awkwardly toying with your shoelaces as you mumble, “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know you didn’t, baby,” Heeseung ducks around the punching bag a few times, pretending he’s in a ring with an opponent as you stifle a laugh at him, “he was just nervous, is all.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do about this? His … crush on me is making it impossible for us to skate together, and I can’t do much about it.”

Heeseung allows his arms to fall to his side, chewing on his bottom lip as he gazes at the beat-up punching bag. There’s one idea that may just work, and maybe it’ll be enough to get you out of Sunghoon’s system just enough for him to go back to normal, or at least learn to not be so nervous around you.

“What if, for one night, we just … let him have you?”

Before you go to respond, Heeseung delivers another heavy punch to the bag, watching silently with a tense jaw as it breaks off the chain and falls to the ground.

[demonic0angel]

“Excuse me! Ms. hero!”

Cass held her finger from pulling the recoil trigger on the grappling gun. She casted her gaze around the few pedestrians still meandering about searching for the owner of the voice. A woman at the end of Crime Alley ran towards her.

“Please wait!” the woman said.

Cass put away her grappling gun. The girl stopped in front of her, bending over to catch her breath.

“Do you,” she gasped, tucking a red lock behind her ear as she straightened, “Do you know RedHood?”

Jason?

Cass nodded slowly.

"Will you pass him a message? Please, it's important.”

Cass nodded again.

“Tell him,” She paused her nose crinkling as she thought of what she wanted to say, “Tell him that Jazz is in Gotham and is looking for him.”

“I'll tell him.”

The girl thanked her and turned to leave when Cass quickly blurted out. “He's not here.”

“Wha- where is he then?”

“On mission.”

“When will he be back?” a pregant moment of silence passed before the girl got it, “Ah, that's probably classified.”

Cass stared at her.

The girl coughed nervously and then said, “Uhm. Sorry for bothering you. You can— uhhh, please go back to what you were doing before.”

Cass gave her a curt nod and then shot her grappling hook, flying away in an instant. She narrowed her eyes as she silently kept her gaze trained on the tall girl still standing there on the ground, looking distracted.

How did she know Jason?

Well, Cass would only find out when she asked Jason.

Hours later, when Jason came back from his mission, Cass ambushed him in the cave. He looked tired and his entire frame radiated ‘LEAVE ME ALONE’ like he was nuclear waste, but she ignored his sharp glare and approached him.

“Someone asked for you.”

“Oh goody,” Jason snarled. “Can people leave me alone for one fucking second?”

She ignored his sneer and repeated her requested message dutifully, “She said, ‘Tell him that Jazz is in Gotham and is looking for him.’”

Jason froze and stiffened. His eyes widened and Cass stared at him in wonder as his closed off, aggressive body language fell and bloomed into one of hope and awe.

“A-Are you serious? Jazz? Red haired, doe eyed, beautiful? Did she look like that?” Jason asked hurriedly, a look of wonder entering his eyes.

There was love in his eyes.

Cass stared at him very intensely, trying to print the image of her little brother in love into her irises. She nodded after a moment when Jason glared at her and then said, “Yes. And very tall. Taller than you.”

Jason paused, lifting his eyes upward as if to imagine it. Then he smiled and shook his head, seeming to mentally shake off his thoughts. Cass almost wanted to tell him that he looked crazy, but decided not to say anything.

Jason then smiled at her. “Thanks for telling me. She only said she’d be looking for me?”

Cass nodded. Jason beamed and just as he was about to frolic off, she grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him back. Immediately, he groaned, already knowing the questions she would ask.

“Who is she? When did you meet? How did you meet? You like her?”

“She’s a friend, we met a long time ago in a place you wouldn’t know, and nunya.”

Cass squinted at him. Then she said, “Fine. But I won’t hide this. Tim and Bruce will know.”

Jason groaned, long and deep for a moment before he sighed. “Whatever. Thanks for being the messenger. Can I go now?”

Cass continued staring at him. Jason kept a good attempt of a poker face from her, but it was useless. After making him squirm for a few more minutes, Cass gave a single nod and he left promptly without another word, almost on the verge of running to get away from her. Cass remained standing there, staring at his retreating back.

She’d get to the bottom of this…

After all, she didn’t get many opportunities to tease her brothers….

[makeyoumine69]

i would love to see more jealous patrick ❤️😫

Hello, dear anon!💗

Ohhh, jealous Patrick is a thing!

In the middle of dinner with Bateman's family in Dorsia, the reservation Patrick had been trying to get all week, you needed a moment to powder your nose. On your way back to your table, you were playing with the ring Patrick had gifted you a week ago—a huge gem shone on it whenever you rolled it between your fingers—but when you were distracted by the waiter, you accidentally dropped the ring, and if the stranger hadn't caught it, it would have rolled across the floor to God only knew where.

"Oh, thank you so much!" You beamed and smiled as the unfamiliar but handsome man returned the ring.

"It's nothing, really." He replied, examining you curiously from head to toe.

Such attention made you embarrassed, but then you felt a burning sensation between your shoulders. When you turned around, you locked your confused gaze with Bateman's, his hazel eyes piercing through yours like sharp daggers.

"Uh, thanks again! But I have to go!" With these words you walked away from the stranger before he could tell you something else.

Sheepishly you approached the table where Patrick, his parents and his brother Sean with his date were waiting for you. And even though Bateman's face was devoid of emotion, the moment you took your seat, his large palm found its way to your inner thigh in the blink of an eye.

"So, who was that guy?" He whispered in your ear, leaning closer so only you could hear. "And why was he touching you?"

You let out a shaky breath and smiled politely over Mrs. Bateman's comment that she was glad you were finally back. "What?" You asked bewilderedly without looking at the man next to you. "I just dropped my ring."

"You dropped the ring?" Patrick almost chuckled, his hand diving deeper between your legs under the table, forcing you to grab it to keep him from going any further. "Forgot how to wear a ring, sunshine?" The man took the opportunity to nip at your neck while everyone at the table was busy with each other. "When we get home, I'll remind you… I'll remind you of everything."

His skillful fingers reached beneath your skirt no matter how hard you tried to stop them. Now, they were brazenly playing with the lace of your panties and perfectly hiding beneath the soft material of your dress.

"Patrick," you gasped, gripping the table to stifle a moan as Bateman pressed his thumb against your blushing clit. "Please," your pathetic pleas only brought a broad grin to his smug face. "Stop."

And then Patrick's mother asked you a question you couldn't even hear as your whole body was focused on the rising tension in your lower abdomen as the man was relentless in his intentions to work you up.

"Excuse me…could you please repeat your question? You asked, completely awkward.

Patrick smirked arrogantly and leaned back in his chair. "She asked if you liked the food," he muttered mockingly, before shoving his two digits into your oozing pussy. "Believe me, Mother, she is enjoying the evening. Am I right, honey?"

Paralyzed, you were about to explode at how shamelessly Bateman was behaving, literally fingering you in front of his family. Biting your lower lip for a second, you tried to take a sip of mineral water, but the man wouldn't let you as he intensified his ministrations, curling his fingers to stimulate that spongy spot inside you that made you grip the surface of the table once again.

"Yes…everything is perfect," you managed to blurt out, sensing the cool metal of his Rolex gliding along your hot skin, the contrast only heightening the pleasure. "Thank you, Patrick."

"You're welcome, darling," the man chirped, leaning closer to peck your cheek in an affectionate, pretending way, only to purr into your ear. "Tonight I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't even remember your own name." And with that, Bateman sat back, looking cheeky as ever, as he felt your inner walls contracting around his fingers once he began to rub your little bud with his thumb.

Mrs. Bateman couldn't help but smile. "Oh, you two are so adorable! Such a loving couple."

With a soft chuckle, Patrick grinned in pure delight. "Thank you. We really are."

Bastard.

Thank you for the reading!🖤 [MAIN M-LIST]🪓[SHORT REQUESTS M-LIST]🪓[KO-FI]

[chevxyn]

BUT WHAT?

in which your bestfriend always wanted you, but..

various! blue lock x reader

pairings (separate) : sae x you x rin, isagi x you x kaiser, nagi x you x reo, bachira x you x otoya, aiku x you x sendou. (love triangle.)

note: i’m sorry if there’s grammatical mistakes, as english is not my first language and if this is not as your expectation. thank you for reading!

part 2 of “him over me?” bestfriend’s view; angst, fluff, toxic you (rin,sae), fully written, striked name : the one that got rejected.

BUT, you messed up.

itoshi rin, itoshi sae.

AFTER DAYS has passed, you and sae became close, while you and rin gotten somewhat distant. yet for you, it was a good feeling.

but for rin, it was hell. he has waited for you for years, it broke him when you don’t text him first, or nag him to hang out with you anymore. as all you ever talk about is sae, sae, and sae.

did the same person that ruined him, the one that told him he had no worth in his life again, is the same person that’s gonna take his one and only?

he hates itoshi sae, he hates him. more of all, he is starting to hate you. someone that he admired for years. his bestfriend. so my god, it hurted when you told him you and sae are official after just two weeks.

and that’s probably the start of why this argument started in the first place. “why are you so upset with me?” [name]’s voice called out to him, “rin!”

“why do you have to date sae?” he asked, his voice was sharp and stern. [name] has never heard this tone that he was using, and he always had thought that rin would support you. wouldn’t he?

“what?” you blurted out and rin looks at you, “why did you have to date sae?” he repeated, you were about to speak again, “why him? and not me?” he said, it was not much, but it made it clear to you. he liked you.

“rin..” you muttered his name, “i didn’t know you felt that way,” your voice was about to crack but his was already is. “you didn’t think that it hurted?”

“seeing your bestfriend, someone who i wished was on my side, betray me for their pathetic crush!” he yelled out, and you stayed still. you never knew how deep his feelings actually is.

“you know what? forget it,” he dismissed as he was preparing to leave before you stopped him, “i’m sorry.” you said, sorry? was that all?

“i’m sorry that you feel that way, i- i didn’t know.” you said and he was quiet, “of course you’d say you didn’t know, but you did. that’s just another excuse.” finally, walking out. while you just stood there.

“you’re nothing but the same as my brother.”

BUT, you figured it out.

michael kaiser, isagi yoichi.

ISAGI had gotten dangerously close to you, infact it looks like both of you are closer then you and kaiser ever was. it gotten to the point where you feel comfortable to hugging him wherever you want.

as for kaiser, he hated that fact. he hated how easily isagi could pursue you when he waited patiently. so it came to the point where he just had to confront it to you.

both of you were walking together as he just finished with practice, seeing this opportunity, he talked. “[name]” his voice was warm, something that only you could get from him. you looked at him and smiled. “what is it, micha?”

“do you,” he paused as you looked at him, “do you like isagi?” he asked and that made you almost stop. as your eyes met his, you slowly nodded. “i mean, i did.” you chuckled.

“but he told me that there is one person,” you continued and looked upfront, “that he’s annoying, arrogant, handsome” kaiser quiets down as he took all of that in.

“and apparently how he would never go a day without mentioning my name.” you said and focused on the sidewalk, not wanting to see his eyes. “and how maybe i should take a chance with him.”

kaiser was quiet before he reluctantly grabs your hand, “and how that person is you.” you said, and smiled.

“general answer of that question. yes, i do like isagi, he’s a good friend.” as your head slowly turns to meet his. “but, i like you better, cause you’re my bestfriend.” “so you did know that i liked you.” “it takes an isagi to make me realize that i guess.” man. kaiser might just thank him for that

BUT, you like his friend.

mikage reo, nagi seishiro.

IT DOESN’T take a genius to find out nagi and [name] hanged out that day without reo. that’s probably why the same rumor that was deep down in the ocean came back after weeks.

and unfortunately, it came to reo’s attention. he felt absolutely crushed, cause not even he knew about this. they did not even include him into the mix. wasn’t he the first one? wasn’t he the one that introduced him to you?

so now here you guys are, it was quiet until reo talked, “are you both dating?” reo asked, as nagi and you looked at him. “eh? n—“ nagi nodded, “mm.”

due to nagi’s confirmation, that made reo’s heart ache. did he actually ran out of time? you were red blushing crazily as you cling to nagi while denying his claims.

he had never seen you like this, usually you’d be calm and collective when someone else does this. so why is it that you’re so flustered with nagi, cause you like him? you never act like that to him.

it made it worse when nagi just pulls you closer towards him. do he just give up? there’s no point into liking someone that already likes someone else right? especially when it’s your friend.

“i’m so happy for the both of you!” he said as he kept that supportive face, even if his heart felt like it was barely beating. “reo! nagi’s just—“ reo chuckled as he patted your back.

“don’t you always say you wanted him? hm?~” he teased, his other hand that he hid was shaking as the one that stayed on your shoulder was confident. “reo!” you scolded and hid your face to hide your blush.

maybe, he could move on. it’ll be hard cause you’ll be seeing each other alot. but, maybe he could. but for now, his heart felt heavy.

BUT, bachira sets you up.

otoya eita, bachira meguru.

BACHIRA after being friends with you, he was one that asked, alot. and one of the questions that he had asked is what relationship otoya and you had.

you told him it was just plain friendship, but when he heard that he looked sorta unsatisfied as if, searching for another reason. something that he knows that you didn’t.

so it was odd when bachira suddenly asked you to meet up at the mall, and who showed up was otoya. your eyes widened as you chuckled.

“yow ninja.” you smiled, “oh, hey [name].” he said and looked around, “where is..” he seemed to be looking for the same person that ‘ghosted’ you. and by together, you both said, “bachira?” “bachira.”

he looked at you and sighed, “did he just try to set me up with my bestfriend?” she giggled, and shrugged. “well we’re already here anyways.” otoya said, he saw the chance. and oh, he’s gonna take it.

he really did thought about the possibility of you and bachira, and how bachira would ask alot about you. he thought bachira’s feelings was the same as yours.

he never expected that bachira himself would be doing this for him. so here is the two of them, eye to eye. “you’re right, might aswell go out with eachother.” you teased and winked which made otoya rolled her eyes and pushed you lightly.

and for this whole day, you both spent time together. and now you’re at the mall’s rooftop. holding the drink that he had bought for you as the sunset has ended and the moon has risen.

“[nickname].” otoya muttered out your name and you looked at him, “hm?” it was now or never. he wants a chance with you.

“the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

BUT, you finally noticed him.

sendou shuto, oliver aiku.

DUE TO you already having plans with sendou, you rejected oliver. saying you’re busy. to be honest, you only liked oliver cause he was exceptionally handsome & the way he acts is a gentlemen-like (despite even if you called him an asshole), the only downside is you dislike how he would cheat on women.

you want to still go after him and have that ‘try’ but as you thought about it. what if you end up like those same victims? just another person to aiku. you sighed. find someone else to like that is what sendou had said.

you agreed to meet sendou at his apartment, upon getting there. he opened the door and saw you. you both made plans to do a movie night.

you and him went to the couch and sat down there, watching the movie. but while watching it, the film was about a boy that had to put up with his bestfriend liking someone else. and midway you questioned yourself, did sendou ever felt like this?

you didn’t think so, considering both of you always kept it platonic, but as time passes. you couldn’t help but notice how pretty sendou actually is, and no matter how reckless he was, he would treat you better than most people.

and how cute he is as he is wrapped in a blanket cause of the cold, he always talks about how he is gonna be the best striker in the world and you loved that about him.

and how he cared about you enough that he’d warn you about aiku, you sighed deeply as he looked at you. “what is it?” he asked, concern was hinted in his voice as he looked at you.

“nothing’s wrong, but you look stupid wrapped around that blanket.” you said and chuckled and he flicked your forehead lightly, “it’s cold, give me a break.”

sendou, you really are someone to be admired at.

©chevxyn.

[fandoms-x-reader]

Period Cramps

Requested By: @olivia-willo-w

Summary: The brothers find out (thanks to Satan) what a period is and try to help you through yours. The Seven Demon Brothers x Reader Word Count: 2,257

Periods are something that has become so normalized in the human world. 

It's a natural thing that happens to women and it shouldn’t be something to be embarrassed about.

But, in the Devildom, the only other human you had was a male. 

There was no one down there who would understand the process your body goes through once a month.

And that made it hard to talk about it.

You figured it would just be easier to keep them in the dark rather than try and explain it.

But, sometimes when you're on your period, it had a mind of its own.

You were having a bad cramp while at dinner with the brothers and you did your best to hide your pain.

But, Satan could tell you were in pain and he was worried about you. Not to mention, he couldn’t pass up an opportunity to show his brothers how smart he was.

See, Satan was your resident human expert.

When he found out that a human was coming to live with him and his brothers, he read every book he could find about humans and when he was done with those, he grabbed all of the specific books about females.

He wanted to know everything he could before you got down there.

So, when you were having your period in the Devildom, Satan immediately knew what was happening and was well-versed in the subject.

You had all of the tell-tale signs - mood swings, food cravings, headaches, bloating.

Whatever symptom you had, it pointed to it being your time of the month.

There was a conversation already going on amongst his brothers, but Satan ignored it in favor of asking you, “Are you on your period?”

Everyone froze in place at Satan’s question and your face burned a bright red as all of the attention was on you. Who just asks a personal question like that?!

Satan didn’t mean any disrespect. The way it was presented to him in the books was as a natural, common thing that all women go through. So he didn’t you would have any reason to be embarrassed about it.

And maybe if he had approached you about it on his own, things would have been different. But he just blurted the question out…in front of everyone…in the middle of dinner.

Before you could even respond, Mammon asked, “What’s a period?” And your cheeks felt even hotter as you began to slowly sink down in your chair, wishing you could disappear from this conversation.

“You don’t know?” Asmo asked with a glint in his eyes. Of course, the Avatar of Lust would know what a period is. Considering the amount of human women he had probably met you were sure he was as knowledgeable as Satan was about it.

But there was no way the fourth-born would allow his little brother to take his thunder. “Allow me to explain,” Satan stated.

And for the next few torturous minutes, you had to uncomfortably sit there as Satan explained what a period was in vivid detail.

You watched the brothers’ faces go through a whirlwind of reactions until they were all left sitting there speechless and somewhat bothered.

“Well?” Lucifer’s question broke the silence and you turned to face the eldest. He was making eye contact with you and he continued to ask, “Are you?”

“Is that why you look like you’re in pain?” Belphie asked. “Wait, do periods hurt?” Beel questioned in response.

“Do all female normies go through that?” Levi questioned, his cheeks threatening to burn as bright as yours at the question.

Your cramps weren’t backing down and you were feeling more than overwhelmed at the sudden bombardment and soon everything felt like it was too much.

“I think I’ll skip dinner tonight,” you stated plainly before abruptly getting up from the table and making your way to the bedroom.

The brothers watched you leave, confused and worried about you. Was it something they said? Or was it because you weren’t feeling well?

Lucifer was in a state of surprise when you left the dining room table.

He knew about periods, and he knew it was something female humans experienced.

But, it wasn’t something he had prepared for.

In all of the things that he had done and gathered to ensure you would have everything you need for your stay in the Devildom, that had somehow slipped his mind.

It took him a moment to gather his bearings before going to check on you.

He showed up to your room with a glass of water and medicine to help with your cramps.

He gave you a small smile when you gratefully took the medicine and allowed him in your room.

He looked a little lost, unsure of how exactly to help you. But, if you tell him what you need, he will move heaven and earth to make sure you get it.

You were his responsibility after all. He couldn’t disappoint Diavolo by allowing you to be in pain. And he couldn’t trust his brothers to do a good enough job.

Or maybe - just maybe - he wanted to be the one who took care of you.

Either way, he won’t leave your side for the rest of the night, and if you show any sign of discomfort, he’ll find a way to soothe you.

Mammon was still freaking out about all of the information he had obtained that night.

Periods sounded awful and he couldn’t believe that it was something that happened to female humans - every month.

Mammon was trying to process everything when you left the table and that’s when his mind went from his own train of thought to you.

From all of the facts he was told, one stood out more than the others - you were in pain.

And Mammon was supposed to protect you, so he couldn’t have that.

He excused himself from the dinner table as well before quickly doing a search on his D.D.D. to find out ways to help you.

About a half an hour later, Mammon showed up at your bedroom door, his arms full of miscellaneous objects.

He had everything he could think of - a heating pad, pain medicine, chocolate, and your favorite snacks.

He wasn’t sure what out of those items would help, but he hoped at least one of them would.

He also offered to stay in your room that night and watch a movie with you, which inevitably ended in you falling asleep in his arms, while he held you close.

Mammon is just happy that you felt safe enough with him to let him help you when you’re in this vulnerable stage.

It is a known fact that Levi panics in intense situations.

And you abruptly leaving the dinner table was something he would classify as an intense situation.

He didn't necessarily understand all of the intricacies of your period, but he did know that he wanted to help.

Levi didn't have any idea where to start, so he went to his default of bringing videogames and DVDs to your room.

You bit back a chuckle as you opened the door and saw Levi struggling to hold everything he brought.

You let him inside, grateful of the fact that he was trying and Levi quickly got to work setting up yours and his favorite game.

The fun that you were having with Levi was enough to distract you from the pain of your period cramps.

But that didn't stop him from checking in - quite often - and asking if you were alright.

Levi offered to get you food, something to drink, medicine - anything you would need.

And if you did ask him for something, he moved faster than you'd ever seen to get it back to you promptly.

He may not be an expert in what was going on with you, but he would do just as good of a job as any of the others when it came to comforting you.

As stated, Satan was an expert on everything to do with your period before you even got it.

He didn't need to search anything up or refer to his books.

He figured this would happen sooner rather than later and he was prepared for it.

Like Mammon, Satan gets everything you need. But, unlike Mammon, it’s all already prepared in an emergency kit that he’s kept in his room.

Satan grabbed the bag and went to your room in a matter of moments.

When you opened the door, Satan offered you a brief apology about the events that occurred at dinner. He felt guilty about putting you on the spot like that.

But, he offered to make it up to you by helping relieve your pain.

When you allowed him in, Satan was as strict as a doctor, almost in an overbearing way.

He gave you the medicine to take and instructed you to lay in a way that allowed for the ideal positioning of the heating pad.

And even if it wasn’t the way you wanted to lay, when the heating pad started working, you were thankful for Satan’s expertise.

He stayed with you for the rest of the night, sitting next to you and gently running his fingers through your hair as he read one of your favorite books to you.

It ends up being much more comforting than you would have expected from the Avatar of Wrath.

Asmo may not be like Satan or Lucifer in knowing all about a human period.

But he has had his fair share of experience with it.

And he’s a pro at rest and relaxation.

Asmo let you calm down in your room for a little bit while he set things up in own room. 

He was sure you were upset at all of them for bombarding you at dinner like that.

But, he was hoping that you would let him help you anyway.

When he was ready, he asked you to join him in his room, and after promising he wouldn’t try anything risque, you agreed to go.

When you got to his room, you were met with an overwhelming aroma of essential oils and the sound of soft music playing.

The lights were dimmed so that the room was bright enough to see, but dark enough to relax.

Under normal circumstances, you would have assumed that Asmo was trying to come on to you, but he had promised he just wanted to help.

He led you to his bed and asked for permission to give you a massage.

Being the Avatar of Lust, Asmo’s knows the human body very well, and he knew every technique and every spot that needed to relax, and you felt all of your tension release and your cramps subside.

Asmo had a small smile on his face as you slowly drifted off after feeling relaxed enough.

He would always be there to help pamper you whenever you needed it.

Beel was a bit confused when you left the table.

He didn’t really understand the gravity of the situation. 

And so, playing to his kind and innocent nature, Beel thought something was wrong with the dinner.

He quietly finished the food on his plate before disappearing from the House of Lamentation. 

When he came back, he went directly to your room with bags full of all of your favorite food. No one should skip dinner.

You had to keep yourself from laughing as Beel explained why he brought all of your favorite food and you invited him in to share the food with you.

Beel noticed the pained expression you flashed every so often and when you told him about your period cramps and how that was the reason you left dinner early, Beel wanted to do everything he could to help.

He immediately engulfed you into his arms, holding you tightly into him as his hands rubbed soothing circles onto your back.

You felt your pain slowly going away as Beel’s body warmth underneath you acted as a heating pad and his hands relieved any tension you were holding.

He might not know exactly how to help you, but he’s just as effective in soothing your cramps nonetheless.

Belphie's help almost always came with a witty remark or some teasing no matter who you were or what the situation was.

But, for this particular situation, Belphie tried to be on his best behavior.

From what he heard, this was a hard time for you and he was certain the wrong remark would set you off.

So, he played especially nice.

He came to your room and asked you if there was anything he could do to help.

When you let him in, he asked a few questions about your period and got you a few things.

But, if that doesn't help, Belphie will escalate things.

When most people think of the Avatar of Sloth, they only think about him sleeping a lot.

They don't often recognize the power he had over other people's sleep.

And if you continue to be in pain throughout the night, Belphie will reach a point where he believes sleep is the only way to help you.

And it will be the best sleep of your life, full of amazing dreams to keep any pain of your cramps far away from you.

Naturally, Belphie will spend the night in your room, cuddling you.

But it's just to make sure you get a restful sleep the whole night!

[bluemousewithanxiety]

University Days | Geto Suguru

Pairing: University Crush!Suguru x Fem!reader

Synopsis: After pinning after you from afar for two months, on Suguru's worst day the universe decides to give him the opportunity of a life time: getting to talk to you.

Warnings: University Au, Classmates to friends to lovers, literally all fluff, very fem-oriented in general although details are very vague.

Authors Notes: thank you everyone whose been liking and rebloging, its very much appreciated! This is the end of this "series", but I do have some long form Suguru content on the horizon!

Parts: i | ii

UniversityCrush!Suguru stands awkwardly outside the front arches of the cafeteria, with his lips parted slightly, eyes unblinking, you stand still in a sea of other students fluttering around, purchasing overpriced fruit and caffeine for the morning. You're alone under the warm cafeteria lights, dressed in comfortable baggy clothing, different from what you wear usually, you appear to be in your head, deep in thought while staring at several small baskets of baked sweets, head moving from side to side, lips pursed, nose scrunching up with hesitation on which choice to make. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru shakes himself from his daze, quickily flattening any wrinkles in his shirt, wiping away any sweat from his hands onto his pants, pulling his phone out from his back pocket to make sure his hair looks presentable, compeletly ignoring the texts that appear on his home screen.  

UniversityCrush!Suguru slides his phone into his back pocket, takes a deep breath, fixes his posture, puffs out his chest a little bit, and slowly walks through the arches, and takes the time to slowly make his way around the cafeteria before strolling up next to you as if he never noticed you at all. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru has been thinking about what he wants to say to you for weeks, but in the moment, all it takes a whiff of your perfume and his brain loses all rationality, he blurts out the first thing that comes to his head, “are you in line?” 

UniversityCrush!Suguru watches your lips curl into a small smile and shake your head “no”, but then you pause, your posture changes, standing a little straighter, becoming a bit self conscious of who you were talking to, and eyes flicker his and as they swirl with curiosity, “hey, you're in my afternoon classes on Tuesday’s and Thursdays right,” you question. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru found himself unable to initially form any words. When you stare up at him, eyes shimmering in anticipation, almost entrapping him under your gaze, he just wants to lean in to look closer. He's interrupted by a little voice in the back of his head tells him, get it together, you're just staring at her, he mentally shakes himself from his daze and he covers up his silence with a gentle smile, eyes curling, tilting his head to the side to say, "yes I am, you sit in the front row with your friends right?"

With a simple response, UniversityCrush!Suguru has completely opened the conversational flood gates. Your eyes light up even brighter, as your posture relaxes with your guard coming down, and you start talking with him as if you've known each other for years. You start asking him about his thoughts on the class: "What do you think of Professor Kenneth?" "Oh my god, remember the guy whose girlfriend came storming in last week, accusing him of cheating?" "How'd you feel about the class being punished with a pop-quiz cause of the obnoxious jerks that sit in the back?” 

UniversityCrush!Suguru has a gentle smile across his face while trying his best to keep up with your rapid thoughts and curiosities, answering the best he can without seeming too enthralled by your presence. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru is acting like a little sponge, soaking up your words and being overwhelmed with his bubbling emotions for you, when hearing your laugh up close, seeing your dimples become visible, seeing your eyes crinkle and fill with so much life, he feels his heart beating a little faster, curiosity growing within his mind, eyes trailing over the shape of your face whenever your eyes drift away from his. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru is trying to encapsulate this moment into his brain and tightly pin it to the walls of his memory for him to remissness when the universe goes back to how it was. 

With UniversityCrush!Suguru’s quiet and gentle presence, you start overthinking, realizing the guy you've been crushing on for weeks is standing in front of you, but the small seeds of insecurity start to grow and your words lightly fade off your tongue, you stretch your arm out towards a neatly packaged strawberry danish that crinkles under your fingertips. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru's eyes linger on the packaging as you clutch it near your chest. His eyes flicker upward and notice that your cheeks have started to brighten with a pinkish hue, almost as if you’re more nervous to talk to him, staring deeply onto the tiled floor, unsure of how to continue past with barrier of awkwardness that was accidentally created. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru‘s heart beats rapidly reminding himself that this is his only chance, so not wanting to end this interaction and determined to brush away the awkwardness that has fallen above you both like a cloud, he quickly lifts his arm to grab a similar sweet bakery that he knows he won't eat, and gestures his sturdy arm in the direction of the cashiers to check out.  You look up at him shyly through your eyelashes and softly nod your head. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru and you walk side-by-side in the direction of the cashier at the end of the short hall of food selections. Your eyes no longer meeting his, they're swinging to large fridges filled with sandwiches and energy drinks, people jokingly jabbing their friends, people with crips metal name tags pinned to their chest discussing weekend plans, you hope with these endless distractions take his attention away from you so that he doesn’t notice how nervous you are to finally spend time with HIM, and the fact that he’s still next to you makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter excitedly. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru does notice you not in the way that you think. He walks just one step behind to admire the way your hair curves over your shoulders, admiring the curvature of your silhouette even through you’re wearing an oversized sweater with equally baggie sweatpants, looking at your fingers twitch nervously around a scrunchie on your wrist, his eyes further trail down to the mis-matched socks you probably picked in a haze to get out of the door. Eyes then trailing back up to your face, developing a thrill to see if you will catch him in the innocent act of observation.

Once you both get to the registers, you start digging around in your bag for your wallet when UniversityCrush!Suguru utters your name to get your attention, you look up and he offers another kind smile, and says that he’ll pay for your danish, your eyes widen and speak with hesitation, “Oh, you don’t need to, we just met,” without missing a beat he replies, “let it be a treat on me, for being great company." 

UniversityCrush!Suguru sees the way the cafeteria worker gives curious glances to the two of you, with your cheeks being lightly dusted in pink and the tips of his ears turning red, he senses your silence as a answer as he takes cash out of his wallet without any hesitation. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru and you now stand in the middle of a crossroads of hallways, standing in a silence that can only be broken with whomever speaks first, but neither wants this moment to end as if it may be the last. A faint repetitive, Buzz…Buzz….Buzz…Buzz, comes from Suguru’s back pocket. He closes his eyes and sighs deeply, he’s supposed to be in a class right now. You take this cue to break the silence and leave, as he pulls out his phone, you give him a small wave and say, “I hope that I didn’t keep you from your class. Thank you for paying, hope to see you around, Suguru,” and take your leave. He is just left standing there watching as your figure retreats around the corner towards the library. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru feels as if buckets of dopamine are rushing to his brain, making his movements feel so much lighter. His phone is still vibrating steadily in his hand, his friend is wondering where he is as the class started fifty ago, and he just stands there, questioning his entire existence. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru found himself not being tricked by the mirages of your silhouette anymore, he finds himself being alone with you more often after that point, catching you walking to class without headphones in your ears, seeing you in the library studying from the viewpoint of the front door, cafeteria debates continue early mornings about what sweet treats to get, you linger around the class much longer than you used to almost waiting to leave the same time as him, as much as he wants to spend more time with you, you appear to want that as well. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru doesn’t fully understand why that is; he went two months without seeing you at all outside of class, but now you’re suddenly everywhere (not that he complains about it). What he is unaware of is that you were also infatuated with the mysterious, gentle giant that sat six rows behind you, occasionally turning your head to see if you could catch his eyes staring at you, but his attention was always somewhere else. In reality he didn't want to be caught starring at you.

Since speaking with you for the first time in the cafeteria, UniversityCrush!Suguru has always made sure he dressed his best, his long hair styled away from his face (or down on occasion), wore clothes that emphasized his authentic shape, lightly sprays a specific cologne that only you could recognize as his scent on his clothes (specifically his sweaters).

UniversityCrush!Suguru and his friends happen to run into your friend group in the library one afternoon, although sitting at a large table with more than a dozen seats open, Suguru gravitates towards sitting directly next to you. He will subtly lay his arm on the back of your chair, and whenever you would talk to him, he'd lean down close to hear you much better. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru would be the type if he overheard you talking to your friends at the front of the class that you commute and when you missed your subway/train/streetcar/transit super late yesterday night and had to stand for an hour before the next one showed up, he would find that unacceptable.  The next time the two of you were together, he would casually bring it up when you leave class, that he lives close by (he does not), and he's willing to stay with you until you need to leave.

UniversityCrush!Suguru will stay with you until you safely get on your transit home, sometimes giving you his soft sweaters to keep you warm against the persistent chilly winds. Will tell you to text him when you get home safely. He tells you that if you're ever alone on campus at night, just text/call him and he has no problem.

UniversityCrush!Suguru when the two of you have developed a comfortable routine and his heart only claws for more. He was somewhat hesitate in in the beginning just because he doesn’t know how you feel, but when you reciprocate flirty banter, or when he, from the corner of his eyes, catches your eyes working their way down his body (cough especially his hands cough cough), always makes excuses to spend as much time with him even if that means getting home later, he takes this as a sign to be little bit more bold. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru being the giant that he is, will lead you through large crowds by reaching behind him to interlock your hands together to make sure that you don’t get swept away from him. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru will start asking you to come to basketball games wearing one of his old jerseys. Instead of spending the night celebrating the team’s win at a local restaurant, he will hang around the gymnasium with you on the bleachers, laughing and eating overpriced vending machine snacks. 

When the first sight of snow covered the campus like a thin blanket, winter break was right around the corner, the two of you are tucked away in the corner of the library, in your own little world of contentment. UniversityCrush!Suguru allows his focus to drift away from his work to you.

There is something in the way that your hair softens in the warm lighting above, or maybe the way your shoulders are hunched over your computer, comfortably drowning in the sweater he gave you months ago, the way you always seem to purr when his fingertips graze your arm or brush your hair away from your face, the way your laugh sends butterflies to his stomach, how soft and gentle you are to old ladies in need to the snails on the sidewalk after rainy day.

UniversityCrush!Suguru spent weeks not talking to you, to weeks getting to know you and not labeling this "thing" between you both, and he doesn't think he'd want to be with anyone else, he wants to store all these moments and feelings in his heart for the rest of eternity.

UniversityCrush!Suguru utters a "hey", quietly under his breath. You hum in response, not breaking eye contact with your computer.

UniversityCrush!Suguru asks you have any plans on Friday, and if not, he'd like to take out on a date. Your head whips to look him dead in the eyes, without missing a beat you beam that you'd love that.

Friday comes around and you nervously flatten out your outfit before you get a "I'm here," text from Suguru. You quickily pull on your jacket and lock the door behind you. Your gaze is initially towards the ground, and as you walk a few steps making sure you have everything, once you lift your eyes you see UniversityCrush!Suguru standing in your driveway, dressed in a form fitting outfit appropriate to where you're going, in front of his car with a bundle of your favourite flowers and the ever so charming gentle smile.

Both of you are thanking the universe for bringing the two of you together.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

A slip of the tongue

Upside Diner, part 6 [previous parts here] Rated: E Words: 1.659 [also on AO3] Tags: No UD AU; Future fic; Record label owner Eddie; Waiter Steve; Sex worker Steve; Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington; Explicit sexual content; Angst; They're idiots, your honor Notes: It's @house-of-the-moving-image 's birtdhay and - as tradition demands - I come bearing more Upside Diner as a gift. Happy birthday, house, I hope you have an absolutely wonderful day. Here is some soul-crushing angst! ❤️🎂

Eddie is on his third cigarette of the night, absentmindedly shuffling through his record collection under the pretense of tidying up, when the doorbell rings. 

“Oh, thank Christ,” he breathes. He throws the cigarette in the general direction of the ashtray without checking where it lands, and rushes to the apartment door, not bothering to flick on the lights in the hallway. “You’re late.” 

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Steve mutters as he shoulders past him. “Something came up.” 

“Something-” Eddie parrots, alarm flaring low in his gut. “What do you-”

Steve, who has already deposited the bag with his skates next to the shoe rack and is now toeing off his sneakers, pauses and shoots him a warning look, and Eddie bites down on his own tongue to keep the question in. 

“Right, sorry. None of my business, I know.” 

Steve keeps watching him for a moment longer, and it might be the dim light, but Eddie thinks he sees something like hesitation flicker in those pretty eyes of his. Then, he huffs and turns away, and the moment breaks. 

Eddie trails after him into his own bedroom like a lost puppy dog, taking the opportunity to let his eyes wander over Steve’s body. He’s still in his uniform from the diner, even though Eddie knows for a fact that his shift ended almost two hours ago. He also doesn’t appear to be hurt. No unfortunate run-ins with any other customers, then - or ex-customers, as Eddie has been his only one for a while now. It’s what they have agreed on, and Steve has given him no reason to believe he isn’t honoring their deal. On the contrary, he’s been treating their weekly meetings with nothing but exemplary professionalism. Punctual. Polite. Detached.

“Shit. You got a towel?” 

The question takes him so much by surprise that he needs a few seconds to process it. All the times that Steve has been here, he hasn’t asked him for so much as a glass of water. Now, though, with him standing at the center of the bedroom, the soft light of the bedside lamps illuminating his features, Eddie can see why he’d ask for a towel. 

He’s positively drenched. Flimsy uniform shirt clinging to his skin, big droplets of water dripping off the tips of his hair, leaving dark stains on the plush carpet. It has been drizzling all day - a thin but steady curtain of water blurring the world like an aquarelle painting. Steve looks like he’s been caught in it for hours. 

“What the fuck?” Eddie blurts. “Why are you-” 

Steve gives him another look from underneath his sopping bangs. There’s a tight curl to his shoulders, like that of a cornered animal.  

“Towel,” Eddie mutters. “Yeah, sure. Hold on.” 

It’s just a few steps into the ensuite bathroom. He yanks the first towel he can reach off its hook and storms back into the bedroom, holding it out like an offering. 

“Thanks,” Steve says, and throws the towel over his head. He reemerges a few seconds later with a relieved sigh, rosy-cheeked and wild-haired, and Eddie needs to avert his eyes. “Sorry about your carpet.” 

“Oh, fuck the carpet,” Eddie barks. He imagines the tiniest smile tugging on Steve’s lips, but it’s gone as fast as it came. “The carpet can’t get pneumonia, dude. We need to get you into something dry.” 

Steve takes a step back. His brow furrows. “It’s okay, I’ll get changed once I get home. Just let me get this done.” 

He makes to get to his knees. 

“Oh, like fuck you will,” Eddie hisses and catches him by the shoulders. Large, startled eyes stare up at him. The lamplight brings out the golden flecks in them, and it’s all he can do to not lean in. They said no kissing. It’s part of the deal. “Seriously, cut that crap. Let me just get you a shirt. Everything else can wait.” 

He can feel Steve’s eyes boring into his back as he walks over to the wall with the closet. 

“You don’t have to do this for me. You already pay me enough.” 

Eddie, already elbow-deep in the chaos that is his wardrobe, rolls his eyes. “I know I don’t have to, but I wanna. Why can’t you just accept people being nice to you every once in a while, huh? You don’t have to turn every little kindness into a business transaction, y’know?” 

Steve goes very silent. Silent enough that Eddie wonders if he left, except he doesn’t hear the door or any footfalls in the hallway. He suppresses a groan at the disorganized state of his closet - maybe he should make a habit of actually sorting his laundry instead of just chucking it all in there in one giant, tangled pile - and finally pulls out a random, faded band shirt. 

“Probably not your preferred color,” he jokes, closing the door and turning around. “But I think it’ll do for- holy shit, what are you doing?” 

Steve’s face is inches from his. When Eddie tries to reel back, he takes a step closer, bracketing him between the closet door and his own body, arms on either side of Eddie’s head. His eyes are calm and oddly determined, and up this close, Eddie can see the tiniest drops of water still glistening between his lashes. The shirt slips from his fingers and lands at their feet. 

“I have a proposal for you,” Steve murmurs, idly twisting one of Eddie’s curls around a finger, breath puffing over Eddie’s lips as he leans closer. He smells of rain, and Eddie can see the outlines of his nipples through his soaked shirt. Steve’s eyes follow his, and his lips curl up. “I know you’re not satisfied with our current … arrangement. I know you want more, Eddie. I’m willing to give you more, if the price is right.” 

Eddie’s heart is hammering behind his collarbone, a violent thudthudthud that echoes dully in the empty pit of his stomach. This isn’t really happening. There’s no way. When he makes a weak attempt at twisting away, Steve pushes one leg between his. His shorts ride up as he does, naked thigh brushing against the bulge of Eddie’s stirring cock in his jeans. Eddie moans involuntarily, hands flying up to steady himself on something as his world threatens to spin off its axis. They land on Steve’s hips, and Steve reaches down with casual ease, pushing Eddie’s fingers under the waistband of his shorts. His skin is hot and smooth and wet. 

It’s heaven. It’s all he ever wanted. It’s what he fantasized about for years, touching himself in the darkness of his tiny bedroom in the old trailer, knowing full well that he’d never have it.

And now he’s here, and Steve is in his arms, slowly grinding against him, undoing the fly of his shorts with practised movements while he guides Eddie’s hand lower. 

“No,” Eddie whispers. This isn’t right. There’s something off, this is too good to be true. “No, wait.” 

Steve kisses him, deep and urgent, tongue slipping into Eddie’s mouth to drink down his noise of protest. Eddie tries to struggle, but Steve nips at his bottom lip, using his gasp of surprise to deepen the kiss, pushing Eddie’s hand down all the way, so that he can feel the hot, hard length of him in his palm, and from there, things descend into a blurry haze of lust and mingled moans. Eddie comes back to his senses just long enough to yank Steve’s wet shirt over his head, hastily throwing it to the floor so that he can pull him close again. Steve moans into his mouth when Eddie’s hands squeeze his ass, and trails wet, sloppy kisses down the corner of his lips, his jaw, his throat. His hands slip under Eddie’s shirt, roaming over the plane of his stomach, up to his chest. His cock strains against the confines of his boxers, rubbing against Eddie’s own as they stumble their way towards the bed. 

They land in a heap on the mattress, Eddie on his back and Steve on top. His skin glows in the lamplight, golden and glistening with moisture, and too beautiful to be true, and Eddie needs to touch him to make sure he’s real. Steve lets him, straddling his lap and bending down for another long, filthy kiss, deft fingers working open Eddie’s jeans and slipping inside. 

“Just like that,” Eddie whispers, hips nearly bucking off the bed as Steve wraps his fingers around him, giving him three, four, five firm strokes. “Fuck, I love you.” 

He realizes what he did before the words are even fully out, horror and regret hitting him like something solid. Steve’s entire body goes rigid in his hold. The movement of his hand stills. When he pulls back, his mouth is hanging open in shock, and his eyes are wide and horrified. 

“Oh, shit,” Eddie whispers. “No, wait.”

When he reaches out, Steve twists out of his grasp. The air in the room was warm and electric a moment ago, but now it hits Eddie like a bucket of ice. 

“I’m sorry,” he pleads, but Steve is already backing away from the bed. “I shouldn’t have- … I didn’t mean it like that, I promise.” 

Steve shakes his head so hard his hair whips. 

“No,” he whispers, and his voice cracks. “It’s me who shouldn’t have. This was … Fuck, this is all one giant mistake, Eddie. We never should’ve even- …  I’m sorry.” 

He whirls, pausing just long enough to pick up his fallen shirt from the floor, and then he’s gone, door slamming behind him before Eddie can so much as call out. 

By the time Eddie manages to pick himself off the bed and make his way out of the bedroom, the apartment is empty. The bag with the skates is still lying next to the shoe rack. 

Outside, the rain grows thicker. 

Tag list: @grtwdsmwhr @p0lybl4nkk @fairytalesreality @colidamae @dissociatingdemon

@steddhie @formosusiniquis @steddiehasmywholeheart @ellaelsinore 

@braincell-pingpong @sofadofax @foolishness-and-confusion @aol19 @im-sam-fucking-winchester

[daisynik7]

cw: established relationship, explicit sexual content, smut - cunnilingus

Author's Note: Barely proofread, completely horny. Enjoy. Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

When Nanami comes out of the bedroom for breakfast, he notices you’re already set up at your work desk, expression serious as you face the monitor. 

“You have a meeting right now?” he asks, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. 

You relax a bit from his loving smooch. “Yeah. I don’t even need to be in this. My boss just said to hop on and listen in. Said it’s a learning opportunity.” You make air quotations with your fingers at those last two words, rolling your eyes. 

He hums, massaging your shoulders, which are stiff and tense with stress. “I’m sorry.” His thumbs work out a knot; he always knows how to put you at ease at times like this. 

You lean back, tipping your chin up to catch his gaze, smiling. “Thank you, honey. I’m just…annoyed.” Glancing back at the screen, you sit up straight, muttering, “Oh no, it’s starting.” With a click of your mouse, you’re in. A few of the attendees are already chatting, so you keep yourself on mute, not bothering to greet them. 

Instead of heading into the kitchen for his morning cup of coffee, Nanami remains behind you, bowing down to whisper, “Do you want a distraction?” His mouth grazes your ear, his hands gliding up and down your arms. 

Although you’re on mute, you mouth a silent, “What?” to him.

His voice gets lower, sultry. “I’m hungry. And I’m craving my favorite treat right now.” He nuzzles his nose to yours, flashing that lazy smile of his you love so much. “I’ll be quick.” Too much. 

“Kento, are you serious?” The rational part of you knows this is crazy, especially while you’re actively attending a meeting. However, the horny part of you, which seems to supersede everything else, wants your husband’s distraction so badly. The temptation to do something you shouldn’t be doing is too alluring to resist. And besides, you’re virtually non-existent in the conversation happening in front of you. Might as well do something else productive.

He nods, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss, just enough to tease a moan out of you. “Baby,” you whine. “We shouldn’t.”

And the two of you know what that really means.

Soon, he’s under the desk, sliding your pajamas bottoms off one leg at a time while you pretend to pay attention to whatever nonsense your coworkers are discussing. Your panties are already wet and Nanami takes his time peeling them off you, biting his lip at the way it glistens with your arousal. 

He wasn’t lying when he said he was hungry. In fact, he’s starving. He proves that with how voraciously he eats you out, your legs open wide for him to spread his tongue all over you. His grip is firm on your knees, keeping you split apart, licking and sucking on your clit, coaxing every drop of cum out of you. You can go the entire meeting with his face buried in your wet cunt, his drool mixing in with your slick. 

Suddenly, and to your absolute horror, your name gets called by your manager. “Any questions?”

You try to shove Nanami away, but he’s relentless, latching onto you tighter, sucking on your clit harder, louder. You squeeze his cheeks tightly with your thighs, practically smothering him, but it doesn’t do anything except make him hum, the vibrations only adding to the divine sensation. 

Before this long pause gets any more awkward, you swallow all the saliva pooling in your mouth and unmute yourself. “I’m good, thanks!” you blurt out, muting yourself once more as you let out a drawn-out moan, coming for the fifth time on your husband’s tongue.

The meeting is dismissed shortly after. You shut your laptop closed, scolding your husband, who’s now kissing the plush of your thighs, chin and nose shiny with your cum, a wickedly charming smile on his lips. “Thought you said you wouldn’t have to say anything,” he teases, trying to feign innocence. 

You run your fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands gently. “Thought you said you’d make it quick.”

He comes up from beneath the table, meeting your face with his. “You know nothing is ever quick with me, sweetheart.” Then, he kisses you, pulling you close to him, cock stiff against you, leading you into the bedroom.  

[nights-at-crystarium]

Fragments - episodes 53-58 author notes

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

Episodes 52-53 explain Vivi's smile at the end of 49, why he believes that Exarch wouldn't harm him.

His wish is to get away from Ghimlyt Dark, from everything that his life has become. This wish gets fulfilled at the same time as he practically dies. Also,

“I still... Love it here” he occasionally almost blurts out his plans to stay on the First, bites his tongue and scrambles to rephrase it in a more vague way.

I opened up Zenos’s refs, took a good look, a deep breath, and said NOPE NOT DRAWING THAT. Though the resulting silhouette feels more evocative.

It’s a fun panel if you remember that it’s Elidibus, framed by the moon.

A tiny recap before we get into The Recap: Vivi feels safer after eating sandwiches that didn’t kill him, he approaches Exarch with an intention to thank him, to get to know him better, and possibly more, as can be deduced from his half-unbuttoned shirt :’> It’s also the first, and so far the only instance of him wearing red.

Exarch doesn't misstep, asks neutral questions, only echoes Vivi's words and generally stays lowkey. Vivi overshares, as if he'd been holding back, grasps at the opportunity to vent to someone he sees as safe. Still, from Exarch’s perspective, he does absolutely nothing to provoke this:

More under the cut~ 

Vivi wonders if Exarch's shy or dense, and takes all but the last step for him. Exarch doesn't meet him halfway, gives no consent, thus Vivi relents. He isn't really hurt by this, it's too early still, he himself wonders if he misreads Exarch and that maybe there's no attraction at all. He did the same in episode 7, and was met with consent.

Okay this’s awkward but Vivi tries to carry this, maybe there’s still a way- he's being super casual, almost holding Exarch's hand, here, here’s how we can salvage this, here’s your second chance, but Exarch still keeps the distance. Their objectives are probably different after all.

How crazy and eccentric must this sound to third party, and how utterly normal and logical it is to him. I love this lil situation because it neatly demonstrates his inner workings. There’s solid logic to everything he does, no matter how it may look to an outsider.

Can’t find the other hilarious comment that went like “RUN AWAY FROM GAY THOUGHTS”. And the other hilarious comment “he’s gotta pee”. But yea he totally didn’t have to run like a flustered schoolgirl.

Taking the opportunity to remind you that I wrote a <1k words fic about Exarch reflecting on this scene.

You can do everything right and still fail :3c He’s totally correct, but perhaps he should be paying closer attention to what Vivi says and how he looks at him.

Exarch’s under close scrutiny, but he stays oblivious to it as he's too busy having the doki.

It’s not stated in plain text, but Vivi’s budding interest in Exarch brings him to the Scions, gotta find whatever scraps of info he can. This’s a mere beginning of his detective endeavor.

Charm huh. Alisaie's aware that Vivi possesses and uses it.

You're free to look for a special meaning, but this's really how he eats when he feels at ease. And it even lands in his mouth and not on his face. Commendable skill.

I'm not saying this's why he roamed a lot around the Crystarium and even jumped up the watchtower, but there’s a non-zero chance. Also the poor Alisaie looking like “am I a joke to you”.

How did that meme go? “GASP! LA CREATURA!”

Banter is Their Thing and they do it deliciously.

Like Vivi, Alisaie hates politics and meetings. Unlike Vivi, she’s familiar with the concept of duty and responsibility. Also I just love this entire exchange. Vivi’s completely self-aware “seems a bit irresponsible”. Their power dynamic should be clear from the visual as well.

Under the spell of the manic pixie dream boy 😔 But can’t blame her, a sudden introduction to chaos, freedom and rebellion tastes good when you’re a teenager from an imposing family.

If you wondered if she’s on the floor here, yes. A girl can have her floor time. Also it’s important to note that it’s Vivi coming to her, not the other way around.

Ascians behind your outhouse. I’m 8 years old and very proud of this joke.

This scene’s full of human contradictions. Vivi happily fights by Alisaie’s side, but the best of the best that she is, that still isn't enough to qualify as his equal, thus she gets treated like a liability, something that he feels he might easily lose.

The faces they make only when the other doesn't look.

They’re deliberately filling the awkward silence with random yapping.

“I’m fine”: this’s sincerity to me. Blatantly lying in Vivi’s face even as she drops on the ground. Physical evidence instantly reveals and nullifies her lie.

Alisaie isn't the only one shaken by the event. This’s where I wanna tap the sign that Vivi invited her. This fact’s repeated twice in the following episodes just to call his ass out.

She knows that he needs her, but this isn’t really confidence, more of a bravado. Desperate to reaffirm that they indeed mean something to each other. It’s a card house trying to pass as a stone castle. It’d crumble in an instant if Vivi says something genuinely cold and hurtful, which he never does.

In my hc physical touch isn't the primary love language for Alisaie (it's acts of service) but for Vivi it is.

They know each other well enough to tell when the silence’s too tense, or the convo too awkward, and Vivi didn’t really need to dance around the subject after inviting for a walk her and her alone.

I was gonna keep going and talk about episodes 59+ here, but somehow it didn’t save the last chunk I’d just added. I’m using the drafts made via the old post editor in order to fit in 30+ pics, maybe there IS a cap after all, it just won’t tell me. Ah well, time to retype a bunch of stuff I’ve just lost, see you in the next commentary post and thanks for reading till the end o/

[mysticallystilinski]

More Reese x reader smut? Or Malcolm I love both

“RIDE THE SWEATS”

a reese wilkerson x fem!reader fic

CW! 17+ SMUT ✮⋆˙. best-friends ༘⋆ thigh-riding ༘⋆ modern au ༘⋆ aged 18 ༘⋆ dirty talk lav speaks… tysm for requesting! i literally wrote this in an hour so it was vv rushed but i love the concept.

reese wilkerson, walking around in only grey sweatpants with nothing on underneath. you, a hormonal teenager that’s ovulating, nothing wrong with that, right?

it started out innocent, reese inviting you over, his parents were out to dinner and brothers doing god knows what. he knew that having you all alone gave the opportunity to make a move, after all best friends can touch each other sometimes.

walking into the wilkerson’s house, you were wearing silk pajamas, a nice set of shorts and cute lacy top. reese’s eyes slightly widened, but quickly darted back over to the television. “whatcha watching reese?”, you asked while closing the door behind you. reese’s eyes were too focused on your ass to process any of the words you just said.

“uhhh — monkeys”, he blurted. you turned around to face him and gave a questioning look. “monkeys?”, you were a little weirded out but brushed it off. his eyes closed then went back over to the tv. “yeah.. monkeys!”, he nodded getting slightly defensive.

you giggled slightly before making yourself comfortable next to him on the couch, “i figure we’re both going to sleep out here right?”. reese just gave a thumbs up, no response or anything. “okay reese, you’re acting really weird so you better fess up now or i’m leaving”, you demanded playfully. this wasn’t any help, your flirtatious demeanor, and the way you scooted closer to him, he was bound to break at any second.

“sorry — ‘m just frustrated, girls pissing me off you know”, he huffed. finally, the response you needed, but not the one you were hoping for. “oh”, you said, not really expecting that to be the problem, “well i’m here now so let’s not think about that, and let’s watch a movie?”. without a second thought, you both tried to grab the remote at the same time, him accidentally grasping the top of your hand.

reese jumped out of his seat, and headed towards the kitchen in a hurry, “you know — uh i think i’m gonna make some popcorn.” unusual behavior filled the air, but you knew you couldn’t control reese’s antics. staying put on the couch, you started the scary movie as the popcorn began to pop. reese was still in the kitchen, cursing his every action towards you.

from the corner of your eye, you made eye contact with his abs, god his slutty waist. his sweats hung low on his hips, just enough to see the end of his happy trail. you couldn’t tell if he was flexing, or if that’s how his chest naturally looked, but damn was it toned. reese’s eyes caught you glancing, you quickly turned your head away and pretended to focus on the movie.

footsteps echoed towards you as reese sat down, popcorn bucket in hand.

in his hands.

his hands were so nice, fingers so long, looking slightly rough but feeling soft. you had to stop these thoughts from clouding your mind, he was your best friend, hell bestest friend in the whole world. reese has his eyes peered upon your body, and your face as you stared intently at the movie, trying not to focus on all the dirty thoughts of him.

the movie was just at the beginning, but got slightly boring. adjusting in your seat, you placed a blanket over your body, making sure to keep a little room just in case reese was cold. that was the perfect idea, “hey, uh — can i share the blanket with you? it’s getting a little cold.”

your eyes glanced back over to reese, and you held the blanket out for him to go under. “thanks”, he smiled quickly, then dropping it as you looked away. reese’s thigh slightly touched yours, creating a sort of heat upon your body. a slight shiver ran down your spine as he adjusted his posture, you couldn’t handle it anymore.

“reese can i ask you something, and you have to promise not to freak out or be weirded out by it?”, you questioned in a nervous tone. reese was slightly surprised, and a little nervous but nonetheless shook his head yes. “can i — god this is gonna sound so weird, okay let me explain — i just haven’t had someone touch me in a while and..” you began to trail off before he interrupted you.

“you want me to fuck you?”, reese questioned with his eyes widened. his mouth was slightly open, and his eyes darted anywhere but your eyes. he was rubbing his chin with his hand before you responded, “i mean when you put it like that.. i mean can you touch me? or like can i touch you.”

without a doubt, reese quickly nodded. “so how are we gonna do this?”, he asked. he wasn’t opposed to the idea at all, actually he was quite excited. “i guess — like can i ride you? or your thigh.. i just need some sort of friction.” reese was inaudible, thoughts forming in his brain about the possibility of this happening.

“yes.” with no second thoughts, you removed the blanket and stood up. quickly pulling down your silky shorts, you were left with nothing underneath. reese was shocked, and at a loss. he gathered up the courage to hold out his hand, offering you to straddle his thigh.

you held his hand, and positioned yourself upon his grey sweats, the sudden contact making you let out a breathy moan. reese’s eyes practically rolled in the back of his head, he couldn’t believe you two were doing this. immediately, his hands gripped your hips and began to guide you, wanting to make you feel good instantly.

you weren’t prepared for the sudden friction, which led to a string of whimpers and whines leaving your mouth. “fuck reese — ‘mm feels so good,” you whined. reese was already getting hot and bothered, his leg slightly shaky which made your experience ten times better. “yeah, it feels good baby?”, he coo’d.

reese began to guide you even further, bucking his leg up as your body grinded against his thigh. a wet spot was surely visible, or would be once you got up. “you’re doing so good, so fucking good baby.”

reese began to whimper as your high approached, your clit feeling the harsh contact and pressure against his clothed thigh. “so fucking speechless you can’t even speak hm? who’s the dumb one now”, he chuckled. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his large hand guided your body in a motion even your most experienced boyfriends couldn’t.

“kiss me, come on baby kiss me”, he repeated breathlessly. your lips found his quickly, tongue in mouth to get more attention. reese’s dirty talk sure put you over the edge, making you finish all over his sweats. he was hard, and he sure as hell almost came too. your hand grabbed his bicep as you rode your high out, leading every ounce of orgasm out of your body.

placing your head on his shoulder, you felt his hot breath by your ear, slight whimpers still coming out of him at a slow pace. “didn’t know you were that needy”, he whined. “you have no idea.”

[silverynight]

Gym "buddies"

Izuku's life changes the moment All Might gives him his gym membership card; he assures him he doesn't need it anymore (he's retired after all) and wants him to use it instead.

Izuku is a quirkless young man whose job is making support gear and suits for pro heroes, however, since he often wears them and tries them himself, he likes to keep himself in good condition. So far, he's been training at home, but now he has the opportunity to go to a proper gym.

He thanks the symbol of peace, hugs him, and leaves with excitement in his eyes.

However, his enthusiasm vanishes when he arrives and realizes that there are only two kinds of people in that place: very rich ones and pro heroes.

And he doesn't belong to any of those groups. After a while he decides to stay since All Might even called the place to let them know Izuku was going instead of him.

He can't disappoint him now.

Nervous, he looks around only to see Uravity and Pinky talking happily to each other; part of Izuku wants to get closer to them and ask for an autograph, but he decides to control himself.

It's not like any of them could recognize him; the pro heroes don't have the time to go in person and ask for repairs to the support department, instead, they send assistants or people who work in their respective agencies to leave the suits.

Of course, there are exceptions, there always are.

"Midoriya!"

Izuku gets slightly startled as he notices Ingenium, waving at him before walking towards where he is.

He's one of the few heroes who has met Izuku.

"Ingenium-san, hi!"

"Please, we've talked about this, just call me Iida."

He nods, cheeks turning slightly pink as he notices the pro heroes around looking at them both with curiosity.

He relaxes as soon as Iida starts talking with him, asking about his job in general and answering Izuku's enthusiastic questions about his latest missions; he's used to those already.

The next day, Uravity introduces herself and upon realizing Izuku has worked on her hero suit, she starts looking at him with admiration and awe; he doesn't think there's anything about him worth admiring, but he doesn't point that out.

He gets to know a lot of pro heroes at that gym and none of them have tried to kick him out so far, even though he doesn't quite belong there.

Izuku's first week is amazing, and he believes there's nothing that can change his mind about it until the second week.

Turns out Dynamight goes to that gym too.

Actually, he's one of the current pro heroes Izuku admires the most, so Izuku is tempted to get closer at first, until he notices the explosive hero has been staring at him the whole time since he arrived.

He can't read the blond's expression, but he assumes Dynamight doesn't like him that much so Izuku decides to keep his distance from him.

He chooses a treadmill that's at the other side of the room to get started. Izuku takes a deep breath, relaxes, and closes his eyes for a few seconds until he hears someone pressing buttons on the treadmill next to him.

He almost falls off when he notices Dynamight. However, Izuku recovers quickly and decides to pretend nothing happened.

Although he swears he can feel the blond's red eyes on him the whole time.

After a while, he goes to one of the leg press machines before he notices that Dynamight is following him closely.

"You work for Hatsume."

Alright, now that he's talking to him, Izuku can't keep pretending he doesn't exist so he turns around to face him. The guy is not only taller but clearly stronger than him.

"Yes, I'm–"

"Midoriya Izuku, I know," Dynamight cuts him off, looking like he didn't mean to. His face turns a little bit pink.

"How do you know that?" He blurts out, genuinely curious.

The pro hero starts rubbing the back of his neck like he's nervous, and he looks away from Izuku for a moment before answering his question.

"I go to her lab often because I like to know exactly what's done to my suit," he admits. "I saw you for the first time a few months ago; Hatsume told me she had a new, very talented employee and that he was the one working on my gauntlets. I got closer to ask you personally what the hell you were doing to my stuff, but you were so happily focused I couldn't... interrupt you."

Izuku notices then, the fond smile curling up the corners of Dynamight's lips, and he regrets glancing at him because he looks very handsome when he actually smiles.

"Uhh..."

"I kept going after that, but you were always so focused on your work you never noticed me," the pro hero continues, pouting a bit. He's so used to the attention he probably doesn't like when he doesn't get it.

"I'm sorry, Dynamight-san..."

"I'm Katsuki, and I want you to call me by my name, Izuku."

His own name on the pro hero's lips sounds so intimate, Izuku blushes immediately. It's even worse when Katsuki notices and smirks at him.

"Ka..." Even trying it makes him feel flustered, so of course he immediately screws it. "Kacchan!"

The pro hero looks back at him in confusion and Izuku is seriously thinking about giving All Might his membership back and never going back to that place when Katsuki chuckles as he puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Fine, you can call me that if you want."

After that Katsuki always follows him whenever he's in the gym at the same time Izuku is; he even helps him when Izuku struggles to figure out new machines and makes a very intense workout routine for him.

Izuku is sure they're very good friends now, and he often laughs at his past self for believing Katsuki hated him.

He used to think he had a bad temper, but turns Bakugo Katsuki is a very sweet guy, although Izuku knows it's better not to say that out loud.

The most surprising thing about pro hero Dynamight is that he's rather clumsy, which is really weird considering he's so precise during his battles (Izuku has watched a few of those) but at the gym he's constantly dropping things and bumping into machines, especially when Izuku has his back on him and bends over to do a particularly difficult exercise.

It's so odd.

He hears a noise behind him and turns around only to find Katsuki on the floor, face red and a little bit of blood coming from one of his nostrils.

"Kacchan, are you alright?"

"He's fine, Midobro!" Kirishima grins, looking quite amused.

"What happened?"

"He got distracted by your... leggings."

Izuku looks at Red Riot in confusion before looking down at his legs; the leggings are not that bright, they're dark red and not flashy at all. He wonders what was that interesting about them that got Katsuki distracted.

"I see that leg day has been really good on you, bro," Kirishima points out, following Izuku's eyes. "You have very thick–"

"SHUT THE HELL UP, SHITTY HAIR!" Katsuki growls, rising from the ground before standing in the middle of Izuku and Kirishima. "Do you want to die?"

"Calm down, Bakubro!" Kirishima chuckles, looking quite relaxed. He's probably used to the other pro hero's displays of irritation. "I'm just being nice to our friend!"

"Fine!" Katsuki says, but he still pushes Izuku behind himself even more, although he does it gently.

***

After an intense workout routine, Izuku ends up on the floor, exhausted. A hand touches his forehead as a big shadow looms over him for a moment.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, just give me a second, Kacchan."

The same hand appears in front of him, and Izuku wakes it without hesitation. Before he can even blink, he's back on his feet already.

Katsuki hands him a bottle of cold water.

"Thank you!" It's been barely a month, but it feels like Katsuki has known him his whole life.

Sometimes it's like he can hear Izuku's thoughts.

"Come, nerd. I'll take you to your apartment."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I have time today."

Katsuki also pays him quick visits to Hatsume's lab, and he actually stays there and talks to him. Izuku takes his break whenever he appears.

"I'm glad you finally decided to talk to your crush," Hatsume tells him the first time the pro hero draws Izuku's attention by saying his name. "It was a bit sad to watch you pine and give him the heart eyes in silence."

"SHUT UP!"

"Kacchan, relax," he chuckles, as he notices him turning bright red at the young woman's words. "She's just joking!"

Because there's no way that's true. Hatsume probably just wants to piss Katsuki off. He'd never look at Izuku with love in his eyes.

It's ridiculous.

Usually, Hatsume doesn't like having pro heroes there, but she makes an exception with Katsuki because he helps them test new gear, especially the magnetic shields she has designed for some heroes.

Besides, she likes watching things explode.

Although the number of times Katsuki is there has led to some of Izuku's coworkers getting the wrong idea about them.

Even the pro heroes at the gym ask Izuku the weirdest questions every now and then.

"We're more like... gym buddies?" Even that sounds odd coming from his mouth, Izuku has no idea why.

"I think you're saying gym boyfriends wrong, sweetie," Ashido chuckles, prompting Kaminari to laugh too.

It's a good thing Katsuki is on patrol that day; he would've gotten mad.

"No, I'm serious," Izuku says, turning bright red. "We're just friends!"

"Wow, Bakugo is an idiot," Kaminari gives Ashido a weird look.

"He totally is!" She agrees. "Anyone could try to steal this cutie if he doesn't hurry up!"

Izuku wants to tell them that their relationship is not like that, but it seems that no matter what he says they're not going to change their minds; they seem to believe Katsuki is secretly in love with him or something.

He has no idea why.

***

Izuku meets pro hero Shoto one Thursday evening; he just finished his work and headed straight to the gym.

When he sees him, he gets immediately flustered. It's not every day one gets to meet Japan's number two pro hero after all.

"Hi. I don't think I have ever seen you before."

Pro hero Shoto is very blunt sometimes.

"I've been coming here since September... so, yeah, I'm practically new here," Izuku smiles, prompting the pro hero to do the same. "I'm Midoriya Izuku!"

"Oh," finally, something akin to recognition in those mismatched eyes. "I've heard your name before. You fixed my suit last time it got destroyed by a villain, right?"

"Yes, that'd be me!"

"You did a great job. I was very impressed."

"Thank y-you, pro hero Shoto!"

"Please, call me Todoroki or just Shoto, if you want."

"Izuku!" Katsuki calls as soon as he walks in the gym. "Come here, I need to bench press you right now!"

He does that a lot lately; he uses Izuku instead of the very expensive equipment around, Katsuki assures him it's better that way, but he's not sure about that.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Todoroki comments then. "There's plenty of things you can use instead of Midoriya."

"What the hell are you doing here, half and half?"

"Toya and the old man got into a fight again," he says like it's nothing that surprises him anymore. "They were in our private gym when it happened, so it's destroyed now. It'll take a couple of days for the people we called to leave it as it was before. That's why I'm here."

Izuku is sure Todoroki doesn't say it to show off, but now he gets an idea of how rich he actually is.

He's so impressed he doesn't notice Katsuki until he's in front of him, almost like he wants to shield him from the other pro hero.

"Come with me, Izuku."

Todoroki looks from one to the other with curiosity.

"Is it really better if you try it with a person?" He asks before looking over Katsuki's shoulders, directly at Izuku: "Can I bench press you too, Midoriya?"

"FUCK OFF, HALF AND HALF!"

***

Todoroki becomes a good friend of his; he keeps coming to same gym as Izuku even after the one in his house is complete again.

Although, Katsuki gets a bit tense whenever he the three of them hang out; Izuku is not sure why, Ashido assured him they were in good terms, sure they're rivals, but they are also friends.

"Do you like half and half?"

"Absolutely, he's a great friend!"

"I don't mean it like that, nerd," Katsuki gets slightly irritated, as he usually does when Izuku doesn't understand what he's trying to say. "I mean if you like him... romantically."

"Oh!" Izuku blushes; he doesn't talk about romance around the pro hero... ever, so he gets a bit nervous, well, it's actually because the one he finds very attractive is Katsuki, but he's not going to say that. "No, I only see Todoroki as a friend."

Katsuki relaxes after that; they finish their routines like nothing happened, but the tension comes back to his shoulders after they take a shower and get ready to leave the gym.

Looking down at the floor instead of him, Katsuki takes one of Izuku's hands in his to stop him.

"What is it, Kacchan?"

"Would you like to go for a coffee with me?"

"Of course, although we usually do that!"

This time, Katsuki looks into his eyes before continuing: "No, I mean... as a date."

For a second, Izuku thinks he's dreaming, but he wouldn't blush that much in one of his dreams; he's usually more confident.

"Yes, I'd love to!"

Katsuki gives him one of those happy, devastating smiles of his before intertwining their fingers together.

Izuku needs to call All Might and thank him for that membership again, but he'll probably do that later.

He has to focus on his date with Katsuki first.

***

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❦ ON MY DESK BY MIDNIGHT

“your professor was a strict asshole and you were failing the class. the only thing to do was go to him for extra help, unfortunately, he’s not a patient man.”

cw: teacher/student relationship, age gap, spanking, unprotected sex, sir kink, hate fucking (?)

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If looks could kill, your laptop would be six feet under.

You glared at the 29% on your screen as if it would change under intimidation. If it were any other class, the right thing would be to drop, but you needed this credit for your major, and you weren't gonna let your asshole professor stand in the way of your degree. So you closed the tab and opened your email.

Hi, Professor Geto,

I just received my mark on the last test, and I did not do as well as I hoped. Is there any extra material you recommend that I study in order to get a better grade next time? Or are there any tutoring opportunities I could use?

Thank you,

Y/N

Within a couple minutes, you received a response.

Sure.

Office hours tomorrow.

Sent from my iPhone

Besides the fact that he didn't answer your questions, the complete lack of tact from this man plus the shitty grade he gave you just pissed you off, and you ended up slamming your poor laptop closed with petty rage.

God, you hated him. He was always so haughty, acting as if everything around him was boring. You've caught his dark eyes glancing over at you with a condescending smirk more times than you could count. The thought of seeking tutoring opportunities from someone like him only made your blood boil even more.

You hated his stupidly long hair and how it always framed his face and looked so soft. You hated how, when it was warm, he wore short sleeves that showed off his tattoos that you couldn't take your eyes off of. You hated how his deep, velvety voice made you shift in your seat as you imagined him whispering things in your ear.

You hated him.

And you hated thinking about him right now, so with a huff, you turned over and went to sleep.

The next day, you went to his office. Looking through the open door at him, you were reminded of your thoughts last night. He had his hair tied up, those stubborn bangs falling out effortlessly like always, and his buttoned shirt was rolled up around his forearms, a glimpse of inked skin peeking through. Professor Geto was shuffling through some papers when he looked up from his desk and met your eyes.

"You coming in?" He drawled, and you blushed slightly from being caught.

You shuffled inside and closed the door behind you before your fingers started playing with the hem of your skirt. Professor Geto stood up and placed your test on the desk.

"So you don't like your mark." He said and you shook your head. "What do you plan to do about that?"

You frowned. "I emailed you yesterday about tutoring."

"It seems like you don't listen to what I say during lectures; why would you listen now?"

"I do listen to you! Maybe you just suck at teaching."

"Maybe you're a shit student." He retaliated, and all thoughts of his attractiveness went out the window.

You started seething. "I'm there for every lecture!"

"Then maybe if you didn't eye-fuck the boys in class and actually paid attention, you'd have passed."

Your eyebrows shot up to the sky as you seethed, "Excuse me?"

But he just blinked at you.

"Why does it matter if I'm eye-fucking someone?" You blurted.

"It gets a little distracting in class when my students keep talking about who you blew on the weekend instead of working." His sharp gaze cut you down, and you felt bare. But you didn't back out of the challenge.

"Oh, so you're just upset 'cause you're a 35-year-old virgin who can't get any." You surmised, and he smirked.

"Yea? And why are your panties soaked every class?" He took a step forward and towered over you, leaning down slightly and lowering his voice. "Next time you spread your legs under the desk, I like the lacey white ones you wear."

The heat in your face felt like a wildfire, but you refused to let him see your vulnerability. "Who says it's you that gets me wet?" You retorted, standing your ground.

But with one more step toward you, your knees nearly buckled. Almost chest-to-chest with the man, he trailed his fingers up your arm, leaving goosebumps along your skin, before dipping under your skirt. You shuddered at his cool hands, frozen in place as he curled two fingers along your pussy. It took all your strength not to moan at the simple touch.

Retracting his grip, he lifted up his hand in front of the two of you and admired the slick covering his fingers. As he spread them, your stringy juice connected each digit, proof of the lewd thoughts you have for your professor. But then he brings them to your mouth, and you don't know why, but you habitually open your lips and suck your fluid from his fingertips, not breaking eye contact with the man.

"You expect me to believe that wasn't meant for me?" He spoke in a dangerously low voice that caused you to whimper softly around his fingers.

Geto smiled—a sight you had never seen before but could tell was downright sadistic. His eyes gleamed with a mix of satisfaction and power as he watched your submissive reaction. It was clear that he enjoyed having this control over you, relishing in the knowledge that he could make you succumb to his desires without question.

Then he turned away from you, taking back his fingers and casually wiping them on his pressed shirt as he looked down at the graded test. You were confused.

"So, you're not happy with the mark." He repeated. You could sense a hint of amusement in his voice, as if he found your disappointment entertaining. It was evident that he took pleasure in exerting his dominance over you. As he continued to speak, his condescending tone only further emphasized his sadistic nature. "Why don't we go through it?"

After a couple of dumbfounded blinks, wondering if what just transpired actually took place, you nodded and stepped towards the desk.

Your professor moved away for a second before appearing behind you and holding out a pencil. Not knowing what was going on, you took the utensil from his grasp, feeling the rough skin of his fingers—the same ones that were just in your mouth. You looked down at the test.

"First question..." You trailed off as his large hand came to rest on your ass. You froze for a second at the touch, but then he pulled away and landed a harsh smack against you.

You yelped and looked up at him with wide eyes.

The condescending gaze was back. "Did I tell you to stop?"

Your heart raced as confusion and arousal washed over you. The shock of his actions made it difficult to comprehend what was happening, but the slight stinging sensation on your ass had you bowing your head back to the paper.

"No," you said.

"No, what?"

"No, Sir." You corrected, and he hummed softly, his hand coming back to massage under your skirt.

You continued reading the question, trying not to falter at the reminder of his touch. But when you began your answer, his hand drew back and landed another harsh spank.

You gripped the desk in front of you.

"Wrong." Was all he said.

You whimpered but tried again.

Another slap.

"Sir..." You whined.

"Keep going."

You wiggled under his touch, your legs pushing together for a fraction of friction where you really needed it. Taking your time, you slowly worked through the answer, voice trembling at each graze of his rough fingers toying with the edge of your panties. When you finished, his hand dipped under the fabric and rubbed your clit, causing you to buckle under him.

His other arm came around to hold you up, pressing your body back into his sturdy chest as he chuckled darkly.

"Good girl," he mumbled. "Next."

"Sir, please..." You didn't know what you were asking for, but the lewd sound of his fingers against your soaked lips and the pleasure that came from them had your mind fuzzy.

"Are you already fucked dumb?" He asked rhetorically. "Haven't even taken out my dick yet."

At that, you whined and pushed yourself back against him, feeling his hard cock through his dress pants. He let out a hiss at the sensation, letting go of you in favour of undoing his buckle. As your arms fell on the desk in front of you to hold up your body, you couldn't help but anticipate the impending release of pleasure that awaited you. The air in the room grew thick with desire as he finally freed himself from his pants, and you could feel your own arousal burning with each passing second.

Geto didn't warn you when he entered. The sudden intrusion of his hard length inside you took your breath away, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. The intensity of the moment overwhelmed you, heightening the pleasure and leaving you craving more.

He wasn't gentle with you, treating you like a vessel for his own pleasure, but your wanton moans told him you liked it just as much as him.

"Do the little boys in the class fuck you like this?" He grunted, and you shook your head defiantly.

You bit your lip, trying to regain some confidence as you said, "T-they do it better."

"Oh?" He hummed and pulled out.

Your professor slipped out of you, grabbed your hips, and flipped you over. He pushed you back onto the desk, laid you down atop all the messy paperwork—including your forgotten test—and pushed your legs into your chest before you thrust inside again.

You let out a moan at the newfound spot he could reach, and Geto slapped a hand over your mouth.

"You want everyone to know this 35-year-old virgin is fucking you?" He mocked your inability to speak.

Every glide and thrust of his hips against yours sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout your entire being. The rhythm between you two was intoxicating—a perfect dance of lust and appetite. With each movement, you found yourself surrendering completely to the overwhelming pleasure, losing yourself in the euphoria of the moment.

"God, how are you so fucking tight?" He groaned, his voice filled with a mix of desire and disbelief. The intensity of the sensations overwhelmed you, making it hard to form coherent words. You could only moan in response, your body responding to his every touch and movement. Then he brought his thumb roughly against your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. The pleasure intensified, causing your breath to hitch and your heart to race even faster. Every nerve ending in your body felt alive, consumed by the sting of ecstasy that seemed to have no end in sight.

"You like being used like this?" He asked. "Seems to be the only thing you're good at."

As the words left his lips, a mix of desire and humiliation washed over you. The intensity of the moment heightened, and your mind raced with conflicting emotions, torn between the raw pleasure coursing through your veins and the sting of his degrading words. It was a twisted dance of dominance and submission, leaving you yearning for more while questioning your own desires.

But as your orgasm washed over you, your mind was filled with nothing but pleasure, and your professor's cock was still buried deep inside you, pulsating with each wave of pleasure that rippled through your body. The illicit nature of the encounter only fueled your desire further as you surrendered completely to the intoxicating sensations for just a moment. As you lay there, spent and breathless, a newfound sense of liberation washed over you, leaving you craving more of the man in front of you.

He pulled out of you.

Your eyes widened with confusion and disappointment as you watched him retreat, leaving you feeling empty and unsatisfied. The sudden absence of his presence left a void within you, aching for his touch once again. So when he sat in his chair and motioned you back to him with a single curl of his finger, you willed your aching legs to carry you into his lap.

As you settled atop him, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. The intensity of his gaze and the heat radiating from his body reignited the desire that had momentarily been extinguished. You lined yourself up with his cock and slowly ground yourself onto it.

His hands stilled against you when you tried to bounce, however, and kept you trapped against him as he looked down at you.

"You do this to all your professors?" He asked, and you shook your head violently.

"Only you, sir." Your once-confident voice was now soft and laced with lust, and you let out a soft moan as you felt his dick twitch within you at the mention of his name. "You like when I call you 'Sir'?

His glare darkened, hips thrusting up harshly to elicit a yelp from you.

"You like when I make you cum on my cock?" He retaliated, and you bit your tongue. "Make me cum, and I'll give you a passing grade."

At the proposition, a mix of excitement and hesitation washed over you. The power dynamic between you and your professor was intoxicating, but the thought of trading sexual favours for academic success was never something you thought you'd do. However, the allure of achieving a passing grade in his class was hard to resist, and the thought of making this man you despise come undone was too good to pass up.

You leaned in, nipped his ear, and, in your most sultry voice, said, "Anything you want, sir.”

As those words left your lips, a rush of adrenaline coursed through your veins. The line between right and wrong blurred in that moment, and when you lifted your hips, only to fall straight down on his aching cock, you felt nothing but pride.

The intensity of the moment consumed you as you revelled in the power you took back. As the pleasure intensified, a sense of satisfaction washed over you, fueling your desire to get what you want. You bounced on top of him, riding the wave of control and dominance. Every movement was deliberate, and every moan he uttered was a testament to your newfound liberation. With each thrust, you could feel the balance of power shifting in your favour, solidifying your position as the one in charge. The exhilaration of getting what you desired fueled your confidence, leaving you hungry for more.

When his grip on your sides tightened and his eyes screwed shut in pleasure, you revelled in the satisfaction of knowing that you had brought him to this point. As Geto reached the peak of ecstasy, a sense of fulfillment washed over you, knowing you had finally made this man crumble.

You jumped off his lap, making his cum squirt into the air, only to fall and soil his pants. The pathetic stature of the man in front of you, coming down from his high, made you grin, eyes flashing to his glaring ones.

Wordlessly, you grabbed your crumpled test and pushed it in front of him, smirking down at the soiled man.

[spidernuggets]

Reader being Jason's girlfriend, who doesn't know about their double life, casually blurting out that she was never a fan of Batman and Robin or that she prefers Superman and the whole family is offended. 😭

love your writing, btw<3

-🪩

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

"No, no, you're right, babe. Superman tops Batman for sure."

"Ah, Ms. Y/n, pleasure to see you," Alfred opens the door to see you patiently waiting with a smile.

"Hey, Alfie! Is Jay home? He asked me to hang out with him today."

"He's in the living room with the rest of the family. Come in, come in," he steos to the side, giving you to room to enter.

"Oh, yeah!" You exclaimed, reaching into your bag. "I did that cookie recipe you gave me! They're not as good as yours, but they're sure better than the cookies I've made before. D'you mind taste testing for me?" You ask, handing over a tupperware full of cookies.

"I thank you for the charming remark, Ms. Y/n. I'm sure your cookies are as excellent." He says, taking a bite from a cookie.

"Nah, now you're just being too modest, Alfie," you laugh as he does too.

"Well, this is a marvellous improvement, Ms. Y/n," Alfred says, happily taking another one. "Come on now, let's go join the others."

The two of you walk towards the living room and see everyone there.

"Y/n!!" Stephanie shouts, running over to you, embracing you in a tight hug. "Ugh, it felt like forever since I've seen you! How are you 'nd Jason? Is he being an asshole like always?" She snickers.

You laugh, and before you can reply, Jason is already pushing Stephanie out of the way.

"Don't answer that, N/n. Steph, go away," he grumbles, soon putting on a smile once he stands right in front of you. "Hey, mama," he muttered, pulling you in by the waist, placing a kiss on your forhead.

You giggled at the contact. "Hey, Jay," you kissed his chin. "Hi, Bruce!" You look over Jason's shoulder, wavung to Bruce, who was sat on the armchair, looking through the newspaper.

"Y/n, always a pleasure," he says before going back to reading.

Jason takes your hand and guides you to the couch, making you sit on his lap. "Sorry I couldn't go out for our date today, sugar. Someone wouldn't let me leave," he emphasised, glaring at Bruce.

"It's scarce that everyone is here at once, Master Jason. It's a good opportunity for bonding." Alfred says behind him.

You kiss his cheek, which makes his heart race. "It's okay, Jay. It's nice hangin' out with you and your family."

"Yeah, kick his ass!" Steph shouts at the TV.

Last night's news was playing, showing footage of Batman and Robin, and their alliances, taking out some of Gotham's frequent villains and criminals.

"Do you guys always watch the news?" You asked, curious that they aren't watching something more entertaining.

You didn't notice it, but the whole family seemed to hesitate by your question.

"The news is a suitable way of keeping us informed of Gotham's latest activities. Just in case there are needs of safety plans for us," Damian says, sitting on the chair beside you, petting Titus.

"Plus, it's good to see Batman and Robin in action. Just in case there's anything they need to improve on." Bruce mutters that last statement, sending a sharo glare towards Damian, who, last night, didn't follow direct orders and backfired a section of the mission.

Damian ignored this statement and kept focusing on Titus.

You rested your head on Jason's shoulder. "Mm. I was never really a fan of Batman and Robin."

The whole room freezes, leaving the news to continue playing, and all heads turn towards you. The sudden attention had you tensed up.

"What?" You quietly ask.

"Batman and Robin are always keeping the streets clear of crime. How can you not like them?" Damian asks with a scowl on his face.

"I don't don't like them. They just don't pique my interest." You shrugged.

"Well what about their alliances," Tim asked. "Red Robin? Spoiler? Orphan? Red Hood?"

The questioning about Red Hood had Jason's full attention on you now.

"I dunno, I guess I prefer Red Hood. He's pretty cool," your unsure opinion had Jason mentally punching the air in victory.

"But.. to be honest, I kinda like Superman over all the superheroes," you smiled.

It was the calm before the storm. You didn't think a little opinion could've caused such a ruckus.

Even Bruce looked away from the newspaper annoyed.

"Why Superman? He's only so great because he has superpowers. Batman has no superpowers and can still put so many behind bars!" Bruce exclaimed.

Subtle. Jason thought.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know that you guys like these superheroes so much!" You said, almost scared that you somehow offended the family.

Jason then kisses your temple. "No, no, you're right, babe. Superman tops Batman for sure," Jason says, narrowing his eyes and sending a snarky grin towards Bruce, which, in response, he rolls his eyes and backs away from the conversation, going back to his newspaper.

"Did I say something wrong?" You quietly ask Jason as the other begin yelling at each other about which Batman ally is better.

Jason smiles, caressing your soft face with his rougher, calloused thumb. "Nah, don't worry, sweet thing. They're just mega Batman fans."

"What about you? Who's your fave?" You ask.

"Red Hood, hands down." He immediately replies.

You nod, thinking for a moment. "Okay. I wanna see more of Red Hood then. He'll be my favourite too." You say.

Jason thinks his heart just exploded. He shifts his right arms under your legs, his other supporting your back as he lifts you up, followed by a yelp coming from you.

"Get ready, babe. You're about to absolutely love Red Hood," he says, carrying you to his room, ready to go on a 5 hour lecture about Red Hood and why he's Gotham's greatest hero.

[rxmqnova]

Hay:)

Can you write something like Natasha and Reader in high school. Nat having her reputation of course and her friends, which is really important to her while reader is more of the outcast and "an easy target" for Nats friends. Nat does laugh along of course for the sake of her reputation. But the second they're alone Nat gets all submissive almost begging for her girlfriends/readers attention and touch. It's just how they work.

Are you done yet?

NO ONE'S POV Opening her locker to take her books for the next lesson, Y/N doesn't notice the group making her way over to her.

"Well, well, well. Look who's that" Tony's annoying voice rings through the girl's ears, making her roll her eyes and just ignore them.

And it works for a few seconds until her locker gets shut right in front of her face by the youngest and newest memeber of that group, Peter.

Y/N glares at the younger boy, turning around to walk away but locking her eyes with none other than Natasha, her girlfriend.

It's been over a year since the two started dating, yet they still haven't told anyone. While Natasha's the 'popular' one, Y/N is the 'outcast' and those two groups just don't mix, that's the rule.

But it still happened when the two were assigned for a project together last year. They spent a lot of time working on it together and Natasha realized that Y/N is actually a really sweet girl.

Though Natasha still wants to keep her 'reputation', so they haven't told anyone and the group keeps making Y/N's life a living hell. And even though Y/N sees Natasha's point, it just annoys her. Luckily, it's only for the next few months and then they'll be both out of that school.

A pair of strong arms stops the girl from walking away. Turning around she finds another group member… Steve.

"Alright, let's get this over with" She sighs out. "What is it today? Is there anything wrong with my hair? My clothes? My make-up?" She raises an eyebrow, having enough of this. Every single day it's the same and Y/N is so done with it.

"Everything! You look like a clown!" Peter blurts out, desperately trying to fit in.

"Nice. Thanks. Is that all? Can I go?" Y/N questions annoyed.

"No" Tony says, making the girl let out another sigh. Suddenly he just takes Y/N's books, throwing them on the ground on which the entire group laughs, including Natasha who doesn't think that's funny but just laughs along anyway.

"Idiots" Y/N sighs, kneeling down to pick up her books once the group is gone.

———

"Hey" Natasha smiles softly at her girlfriend who only just opened the door for her, standing at the porch of Y/N's house. "Are you okay after this morning?"

"Why wouldn't I be? Your friends are just a bunch of idiots. Come in" Y/N brushes it off, stepping aside, so Natasha could come in.

"I'm sorry they're acting like that to you" Natasha sighs, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend and pulling her in for a warm hug.

"It's fine, Nat. Really. I'm used to it. I would have been much happier if you said something, but I know how much you care about your reputation. I'm currently finishing writing my essay, I'll just finish it real quick and get right back to you" Y/N smiles, leading the redhead upstairs to her bedroom.

"How about a movie?" Natasha suggests. She absolutely loves cuddling with her girlfriend, so watching a movie is definitely a great opportunity to get some cuddles.

"Sounds good. You can choose one while I finish the essay" Y/N smiles, pecking Natasha's lips with a kiss before walking over to her desk and sitting down while Natasha takes a seat on bed.

It takes only a few minutes until Natasha has the movie chosen and even switched on the TV. Now she's just sitting on her girlfriend's bed, watching as Y/N's typing some words to her computer.

"Are you nearly done?" Natasha asks impatiently, making her girlfriend chuckle.

"Nearly, just need to write the ending" Y/N shoots her girlfriend a quick smile before turning around and getting back to writing.

Natasha only hums in response, deciding to check up what's new on Instagram while waiting. And once again it doesn't last long.

She sighs, standing up and walking over to her girlfriend, wrapping arms around her and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Are you done yet?"

"Gosh, you're like a child" Y/N lets out a chuckle, pressing a kiss to Natasha's hand. "You asked me like 3 minutes ago"

Making Natasha sigh, Y/N gets back to writing once again, though the way Natasha's impatiently waiting and scanning the screen of her laptop is kinda distracting.

"Natty, can you just wait on the bed for me? You're distracting me a bit. I need to concentrate" Y/N says as nicely as possible, receiving a whine from her girlfriend.

"Can't you just finish it later? I want to cuddle with you" Natasha says with a sigh, pulling her girlfriend up.

"It's due tomorrow, Nat. I really need to finish it. I promise it won't take more than 10 minutes" Y/N sighs, gently pushing Natasha to sit on her bed before going back to her previous seat.

"You're so mean" Natasha sighs once again, a pout on her face on which Y/N can't help but laugh a little.

Natasha's growing impatience just doesn't allow her to wait. She asks the same question 'Are you done yet?' nearly every 2 minutes until Y/N finally finishes.

"Finally, can I get my cuddles now?" Natasha questions, her eyebrow raising which makes Y/N chuckle.

"Now you can get as many cuddles as you want"

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