#we have cuddle piles n flirt with each other constantly.

[mars-ipan]

i think one of my friend groups has accidentally evolved into a queerplatonic polycule and we’re all kinda here for it

[shigarakislittlepet]

im so happy to find a blog with good nsfw content for literally all my faves lol we share the same braincell it seems! how about fluffy nsfw headcanons for Dabi, Shigi, Aizawa and Shinsou and well, Baku but I don't want to overwhelm you even if you don't have a character limit hhh, with a s/o that was completely inexperienced in sex before they got together? They grew more comfortable with the idea of sex over time as they used to be really shy about it but they're scared they'll mess up and disappoint their loves? If possible could you mention what kind of approach each boy would have for the first time with their virgin s/o? I'm just feeling some fluffy dick tonite ya know lol stay safe out there <3

Ohhhh my gosh, this whole thing gave me brain rot lmao, thank you for giving me this power <3<3<3

This also took me literal months to finish because life got crazy, so I’m sorry about that. Hope you enjoy it anyway!

TW: loss of virginity, gentelness, fluffy smut, unprotected sex bc I’m a whore (Y/N is on birth control), and as always all characters are adults especially Y/N

-Dabi-

> You are surprised by how patient he is with you. You were sure he’d have gotten tired of waiting, but he didn’t push. He didn’t make you feel badly about it, and the last thing he would ever want to do to sweet little innocent angel is coerce them into something they weren’t ready for. So, he waits.

> It happened so gradually. Over time, light kissing became making out. After a few months, you got more comfortable and it didn’t feel at all odd to fall into bed with him, cuddling and “swapping spit” as he called it, which always made you giggle like a schoolgirl at his crudeness. His hands would test the waters, but he was always feeling for nervous tremors and flinching, never wanting to go further than you were comfortable. At first, he only rested a hand on you lower back, drawing lazy circles into your waist, his other cradling your face gently, reassuringly. Eventually he could get his hand beneath your shirt, still just at your lower back, but he was content with his progress. Your skin was soft and you said he felt warm, and that was the first time he ever thought of his quirk as “sweet, comforting”, as you described the warmth from his hands.

> After a few months went by, he had progressed to the point of being able to freely roam your body with his hands, the warmth helping you stay calm and anchored to him.

> What continued to surprise you is how easy it felt, once you were ready. You didn’t even see it coming. He asked you, so gently, if he could take your shirt off. You told him he could as long as he promised to keep you warm. He went along slowly, constantly reassuring you, “God Angel, you’re so beautiful. I gotta see more of you, can I? Please?”, “You’re so soft, I need to feel more of your skin, angel, please?” You didn’t even hesitate, you didn’t need to. You felt safer with him than you ever had in your life.

> You realized, once you were both naked together, just how comfortable you were with him. And suddenly you felt like you needed to give him everything he ever wanted, and you knew he would do the same for you.

> It happens so slowly, or at least, it feels like it does. His hand slowly grazes down between your bodies until he reaches your core. You gasp, no one but you had ever touched you there, and it feels so foreign and wonderful. And warm. Once you begin bucking onto his fingers, an insatiable grin stretches across his face. He retracts his fingers, bringing them to his lips, and you watch as he sucks them clean. He calls you delicious and rolls on top of you, asks you if you’re ready for him. For the first time, you look down between your bodies and see just how huge and hard he is for you. When he sees your concern he kisses your forehead, then your lips. “I won’t hurt you Angel, I promise.” You nod and smile, and he starts easing into you, stopping every so often when he can tell the stretch is too much. He kisses your cheeks, your shoulders, your lips, whatever he can get his mouth on as he pants and mumbles little praises. “I love you”, “You’re doin’ so well”, “You’re takin’ me sooo well”, “God, you’re so beautiful, you know how beautiful you are Angel?”, “Ahh, you’re so fuckin’ tight and wet for me Angel, you want me that badly?”. The praises and teases help you considerably to keep you relaxed, and fuck, you DO want him. So fucking badly, you need him. When he’s finally seated inside you fully, he waits, clearly using every last bit of his restraint and self control to give you time to adjust. When you finally whine and buck your hips up on him, he loses it. “I hope you’re fuckin’ ready, Angel.”

>You find rather quickly that Dabi’s style is a beautiful mix of “fucking” and “making love”. He fucks you, hard and deep, so much so that it makes you see stars, but while he does it he’s caging you in-between his arms, holding you close while he pistons in and out of you. He looks you in the eyes, watching your reactions, quickly finding what angle makes you convulse and let out those beautiful moans and coos that he’s now desperate to hear.

>When he nears his end, he reaches down between you again to rub sweet circles against your clit, because no way is Dabi cumming first. It’s just not his style.

-Shigaraki-

>BRAIN ROT

> Shigaraki is definitely happy that you’re inexperienced, he’d kill anyone who had ever laid a hand on you before him. You belonged to him.

> It also means that you’re a virgin, which really gets him going because hes a pervert. ((He’s also secretly glad that he’s not the only virgin))

> He is touch starvvveeeeddddddd. We all know this. But at first, he’s so hesitant to touch you, for fear of destroying you.

> You are patient with each other, and together you find out what works and what doesn’t. He got some artist gloves so he could hold your fucking hand without hyperventilating about dusting you. He’s still afraid of you disappearing beneath his fingertips.

> You were never, not even for a second, worried that he would hurt you. You knew that he could, that he had the ability, but you knew that he wouldn’t.

> He wasn’t so sure, he was afraid of rolling over in the night and finding a pile of dust where you used to be. He wakes up from nightmares about it and has to wake you up to hold you while he shakes uncontrollably. He just has to know you’re alive.

> You both get more and more comfortable with physical proximity and contact together, because you both wanted it, you were both just so worried about fucking everything up.

> When the time came where both of you decided you were ready to have sex, you admitted to him that you were afraid of not measuring up to his expectations. All these “what if’s” kept popping up in your mind: “what if he doesn’t find my body attractive enough”, “what if I don’t know how to move right”, “what if I cant please him”, etc. etc. etc.

> He just looks at you kind of taken aback and confused. He was worried about you not being able to see him as sexually attractive because of how he looked, he was just as self-conscious as you. “Darling, you’re the most perfect person in existence, how can you not see that? Look at me! I’m... I... Look like this! How could I ever hope that someone as beautiful as you could ever see me that way?”

>You didn’t immediately know how to respond. You were... heartbroken that he saw himself that way. You couldn’t image him being self-conscious about anything because in your eyes, he was a god. He was perfect and angelic and you told him as much. You looked at him with such adorably big eyes and your voice was full of so much honesty and adoration, he had to have you immediately. He’d never felt desired, he had never felt lovable. He always thought it would be a miracle if anyone would ever be able to even stomach looking at him without cringing away in disgust. But you were so perfect and you loved him so immediately and so much that it knocked him out. He launches himself at you and just kisses you for a while.

> You both fumbled around a bit at first, trying to find what felt best. You both quickly came to the conclusion that you were going to have to practice together. A lot. As much as possible actually, because even in your inexperience, you both felt more amazing than you ever had in your lives. When you were connected like this, panting, kissing, licking, trying your damndest to become one being, it felt like bliss. You never wanted it to stop.

-Aizawa-

> MORE FUCKING BRAIN ROT

> Aizawa has an innocence kink. There I fucking said it.

> When it comes to the person he’s with, he’s a shameless flirt, and while he would NEVER cross a line or pressure you, he definitely does his best to get you in the mood whenever he can, much to your naïve frustration.

> At first you genuinely don’t even realize he’s doing it on purpose. The heated looks he gave you that made your knees weak? You didn’t think he was doing that on purpose, it’s just because he’s... tired? And he always looks so gorgeous, so that’s why. He ALWAYS makes your knees weak. Yeah that’s all it is, obviously.

> And when he comes up behind you, hands on your hips gently, and lowly rumbling in your ear. Sometimes it’s just comments about whatever you’re doing, which was bad enough. But sometimes it was mumbled compliments. About your outfit, how good it made your ass look. About how soft your hair was, how good you smelled, the softness of your skin while he gently rubbed his stubble against your neck.

>YOU COULDN’T FUCKING HANDLE IT.

> He was so soft most of the time, cuddling you while watching movies, cooking together, dancing in the kitchen with you at 3 in the morning after he finished grading papers. The shift that happened when he would get flirtatious was dizzying.

> You were nervous though, Aizawa was a bit older than you, and obviously way more experienced that you. One night while you were curled up in bed together, you told him you were nervous about disappointing him when the time finally came. He sat up and turned a light on immediately and pulled you into his lap. He held you and stroked your hair and told you how much you meant to him, how you could never disappoint him, how much he wanted you, and how he was willing to wait however long you needed. He held you until he was sure you felt better about it, and then he held you until he was sure you were asleep. You were the most important person in the world to him, and he wasn’t gonna let you think anything was ever gonna change that.

> When you finally got tired of his teasing and felt like you were ready, you decided to get him back. Before he got home, you put on one of his long shirts as a dress and started getting dinner ready.

> When he walked through the door and saw that you were wearing nothing but one of his black button ups, he had to maintain every ounce of his self control to contain the rush of feral need that suddenly consumed him. Now it was HIS turn to assume you were being innocent. And man did you play it up. “What’s wrong Shota? Are you feeling okay?” And you bat your big beautiful eyes at him. He was going to have a stroke.

> It wasn’t until you bent over and he noticed you weren’t wearing anything under his shirt that he realized it was an invitation. He came up behind you, caging you in against the counter, and growled lowly in your ear, “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He gently pushed his growing erection against your ass, making you gasp. Score.

> “W-what do you mean?” you looked up at him as innocently as you could. He took your hand and pressed it to the front of his pants. He groaned low in his chest, thankful for any friction. “Don’t play dumb with me, kitten. You know exactly what you’re doing. I think you should take responsibility.” You grinned.

> “Yes Sir,” he jolts at that, and you sink your knees and get to work undoing the fastenings on his hero costume. When his cock springs free, you eagerly give it kitten licks until he’s had enough. He grips you by your hair and gently guides your mouth down onto his cock. He’s big, bigger than you can take, but that doesn’t stop Aizawa from purposefully making you gag on him every so often. He really does get off on how innocent you are, the tears that hang in your eyes from gagging on his cock. He’s gonna cum soon if he’s not careful.

> After he’s had his fun making you suck him off, he pulls you up and carries you off to bed. No way he’s taking your virginity on the floor, he’s too much of a gentleman. And dinner, what dinner? Thank god nothing happened to be on the stove or in the oven.

> He sets you down in bed and kisses you, takes his shirt off of you and finishes ridding himself of his hero costume. He takes pride in getting you ready for him, relishing in your sweet noises and how wet you are for him. A fact that he teases you about. “S-Shotaaa~” you moan and clench down on his fingers. He smirks, “What happened to ‘Sir’, hmm? I liked that, you know...” All you can do is whine up at him in response.

> When you feel like you’re close to cumming, you whine louder and clench down harder and before you can reach your peak, he stops. You whine in frustration before he leans down and rumbles, “Oh no, kitten, the only way you’re cumming is if you cum on my cock.” You gasp and nearly convulse at his filthy words, but you’ve never felt like you needed him more.

> He fucks you gently, at first anyway. For as long as he can. He rolls his hips into you and angles his thrusts expertly, aiming for that spot inside you that’ll make your head spin. And he hits it. Every time. And your head DOES spin. And soon you can feel the pressure build again and you start whining again, “Sh-Shouta, please! I’m s-oh! So close!” He smiles, and decides to take pity on you. He pistons harder, faster, brings a hand to your core to rub circles against your clit and when you cum, you scream his name and he can’t take it anymore. He slams into you, chasing his own high and simultaneously extends yours. You’re seeing stars by the time he cums deep into you. He rolls over, bringing you with him. You lie on top of him and he strokes your hair, and you just hold each other for a while.

-Shinso-

> I wanna say this now, Shinso is Aizawa Jr. I’m so sorry, but its true. They’re both tired, overworked, cat lovers that just wanna come home and cuddle and pass out.

> He knows he’s your first boyfriend. You met at UA and pretty much bonded immediately. Now that you’re both pro-heros working for the same agency? It was only a matter of time before he made a move. And thank whatever higher power exists that you have the same schedule. More time for cuddles.

> HOWEVER! Don’t let the fact that he’s a cuddle-bug fool you. He frequently has to remember that you’re a virgin and you’ve never been in a relationship before, so you have no idea how much he’s affected by you answering your door on a Saturday morning you both had off wearing one of his hoodies that absolutely swallows you. Looking up at him smiling and yawning sleepily, rubbing one of your eyes and groggily asking, “What are you doing here so early? I thought we weren’t going out till tonight?”. He has to breathe deeply to stop himself from jumping you.

> Because much like Aizawa, seeing you so sleepy and soft and small and knowing how innocent and naive you are to all of the things you do that make him need you... is going to make him lose his mind. Quickly.

> Instead of an innocence kink though, this motherfucker has a corruption and a mind break kink. He wants to make it impossible for you to feel pleasure without him, he wants to make you need him desperately, forever. And he wants to do it without the help of his quirk. But that would all come in time, at the moment he has to stop himself from cumming in his pants because you’re bending over on your way to your room so you can change, stooping to pet your cat and his hoodie rode up your ass and he can see your lacy black panties and you were GOING to drive him insane long before he ever got the chance to make you his, he was sure.

> He had brought you coffee and suggested you just stay in all day since you both had such a late night. Watching movies and stuff. You know, normal stuff. He told himself he wasn’t going to try and make a move. Right? Right.

> But when you emerged from your room 45 minutes later, showered and changed, your hair still damp and a droplet of water drifting down your neck and landing in the dip of your collar bones, all he could think of was licking it up. How good your hair must smell, how your skin was still probably warm form the water... He was staring, and you pretended not to notice.

> You were nervous about not measuring up to his expectations. You’d seen the women he usually went out with, and how comfortable they were with their bodies and their sexuality. How beautiful they were. As far as you were concerned, you were nothing like them.

> He could see the gears turning in your head and the downturn of your mouth, and he asked you what was wrong. He motioned for you to come sit with him, and it wasn’t five seconds before he pulled you into his lap. After some coaxing, you let him know what you were worried about. He assured you that the reason he was so happy with you is because you weren’t anything like the women he had dated before. Because, not only were you far more beautiful than they were, they had also been conceited and cold, only dating him because he was an up and coming pro-hero that could get them into events so they could dump him for the first bigger hero they’d meet. He liked that you were soft and warm and he could trust you, that you had always trusted him, even despite his quirk.

> You talked for awhile, and as the morning sun drifted higher into the sky, you decided it was time to door dash some food. While he ordered it, you excused yourself the restroom. You needed to think. The heaviness of the conversation still weighed on you, and you’d never felt closer to him than you did now. It was time, you were sure. You wanted to give him everything he’d been waiting so patiently for, he deserved it. And so did you damnit, no more of this scaredy-cat bullshit! You gave yourself your best war face in the mirror before you exited the bathroom and going back to the living room where Shinsou was reclined on your couch. Head tilted back, resting on the pillow behind him.

> He was so beautiful. Lavender hair a wild mess, eyes closed and lashes fluttering softly. You wanted to kiss his neck suddenly, and unlike when urges like this usually happened, you didn’t shove the thought away. You quickly straddled him and, before he had the chance to question you, you began kissing up and down his neck softly. “K-kitty...” he groaned beneath you, gripping your waist, his hips jerking up against yours.

> After a while of your explorative kissing, he growled impatiently and flipped you over easily, pressing you into the couch. He kissed you like he might die if he didn’t, deep and slow and desperate. When he finally broke for air and looked at you, he felt his heart and his dick jump. Your flushed face and your eyes that were looking up at him through your eyelashes heavily, your mouth hanging open gasping and your kiss bitten lips, your brows softly cinched at the effort it took for you to remember you needed to breathe.

> He asks you if you’re sure you were ready, and when you nod dazedly up at him he doesn’t need any more convincing.

> He takes his time, he’s slow and methodical. He wants your first time to be an enjoyable experience. Something you can look back on fondly and remember how much he loved you, how good it felt, how comfortable you were. He wanted it to be better than his first time, drunk after a hero convention, with some woman who didn’t remember his name in the morning and never called him back. He pushed the thought away. He focused on you, on how perfect you were.

> When he finally thrusts into you, you think you want to feel like this forever. You tell him so, and beams with pride, pushing your pleasure further. Kissing your neck and praising you. Telling you how perfect you are, telling you all the things you do that drive him crazy, telling you that he’s never going to let you go, that you’re his forever and he’s yours.

> You cum together, and you think that everything in the world must have always been this beautiful. You spend the rest of the day cuddling, eating, and making love.

-Bakugo-

> No thoughts in this mans head. None. At least when it comes to romance. When you first start dating, you had to make the first move cause his oblivious ass just thought you were challenging him. You had to explain to him that what you were actually doing was called “flirting”.

> So when it comes to your first time, you know you’re gonna have to make the first move there too. He fears rejection, so he avoids the things he really wants the most. Which in this case is you whining on his dick.

> But he also knows you’re a virgin and he doesn’t wanna scare you, so he leaves it be. Trusting his fist to get the job done when he really needs to let off some steam. Either by punching shit or jerking off.

> One day, you do catch him jerking off, and you immediately start to (stupidly) think that you’re not enough for him, that he might leave you for someone who can give him what he needs. You don’t think he notices you having a mini panic attack in the hallway so you sneak back to the kitchen to catch your breath and think. Why HAD you waited this long? What were you waiting FOR? You guessed you had just been worried about not knowing what to do, about him getting impatient and annoyed with you for your lack of experience.

> Making your final decision, you square your shoulders and march yourself back to your shared room. You confidently open the door to find him ... waiting for you?

> “Tch, took you long enough. You done freakin’ out now?” He grumbles from his spot on the bed. You nod meekly and he opens his arms for you, an invitation you gratefully accept. He pets your head and continues grumbling, “ just as bad as shitty-hair, nobody ever knocks anymore. You shouldn’t be surprised when you just try to walk in like that...”

> He keeps petting your head until eventually you hit him with it. “‘Tsuki, I wanna... uhm...” you look up at him with pleading eyes hoping his quirk somehow suddenly allows him to read your mind.

> It doesn’t. “ You wanna what? C’mon, spit it out.” No thoughts, remember?

> You huff and blush and finally squeak out, “Wanna make you feel good, ‘Tsuki...”

> His brain stops working momentarily. When he catches back up, he smirks. “Seriously? It just took you gettin’ jealous over my left hand for you to be ready?”, he teased. You stick out your tongue and he grabs your jaw, looks you dead in the eyes when he says, “I have something much more important for that cute little mouth to do.”

> Your eyes go wide at his suggestion, even though it really doesn’t surprise you. When Katsuki wants something he wants to go all out, no half-assing it. You nod nervously and he laughs at your apprehension, allowing you to shift down his body until you were face to face with his fly. You undid the button and zipper with shaky hands, and gently guide his dick out of his jeans.

> Beautiful is the first word to come to your mind. Beautiful and massive, just like the rest of him. He was easily over six feet tall, and built too so it really shouldn’t have surprised you, but it did. For a moment all you can do is look up at him from your place below him, your big strong hero. You melt a little and you notice him smirking down at you again, “What ‘ya lookin’ at, princess?”. He gently strokes your cheek while you admire him, “You.” you reply dazedly. His smirk widens to a bear malicious grin, “Me? How come?”. A feeling you’re not totally familiar with, but you’re pretty sure is called submission, fills you suddenly and you feel warm and content. “You’re perfect,” you bat your eyelashes and bite your lip as you gently start to stroke your hand up and down his length.

>He controls his breathing, because he really can’t handle you looking so cute with his cock that close to your pretty little face. “‘Tch, and? What’s got you so worked up about it?” You giggle and nuzzle your face into the base of his cock and look up at him innocently. “I’m just glad I’m yours,” you smile and lick him from base to tip before gently taking him into your mouth. You’d read enough smut online to at least have some idea how to do this.

> He almost cums when you say that you’re glad to be his. His, he grins. He doesn’t get to think about that for too long though because your warm, wet tongue is sliding up his shaft and then your pretty little mouth engulfs him and he thinks he might hyperventilate if you keep looking up at him like that. He’d almost say it wasn’t fair, but then you start moving and he thinks that he could actually die happily from the warm bliss that fills him while he watches you try to take more and more of him down your throat.

> This is much more fun than you thought it would be, especially because Katsuki keeps letting out those little sighs and groans, you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. You hollow out your cheeks and suck a bit harder before taking a deep breath and relaxing your throat as much as possible. You lower yourself down as far as you can, pushing past the ring of muscle in the back of your throat before moving down further. You feel him lay his hand gently, encouragingly, on the back of your head. You’re surprised when you find your nose nestled in the light blonde fuzz at the base of him and you stick your tongue out to lap at the underside.

> He jolts when you begin your descent. You’re not really gonna try to deep-throat him, are you? He watches you, mesmerized. No ones ever even tried, always saying he was way too big. It felt way too good. He laid a hand on the back of your head to ground himself, quickly realizing he had to control himself so that he didn’t clench his fist in your hair or shove you down all the way and hold you there. When you reached your goal, he sighed. Your throat felt perfect wrapped around him, just like he knew it would. When he felt your tongue sneak out of your mouth and lick, he thanked whatever creator there was that your tongue was long enough to reach his anchor. when you start to move your head up and down, he can only take it for so long before he’s thrusting up into your mouth. When you gag on him, that’s it, he has to pull you off him before he grips your head and suffocates you on his cock.

> He’s nearly at the point of begging, but thankfully, mercifully, you seem to get the idea. You wipe your mouth and lie back on the bed, giggling at his abruptness and he growls in response. He kisses you, and praises you, telling you how good you are, how much he needs to be inside you as he undresses you. You’re surprised at how automatically your legs open for him, and you tell him how much you need him inside of you as well. You feel so empty all of a sudden. Until one of his thick fingers finds your molten core and gathers some of your slick before sinking into you and you gasp.

> He continues to kiss and praise you as he works you with his fingers. You whine and moan and beg, it’s like music to his ears. When he thinks you’re ready, he lines himself up with your entrance, sliding up and down, grinding against your clit briefly before continuing. “I wanna hear you beg for it, princess.” and fuck, did you beg. A beautiful litany of filthy fucking words fell from your mouth, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He sinks into you fully in one thrust, gripping your open legs for stability.

> At first you can’t speak, you can’t make any noise at all. You feel so unbelievably full, and you look up at him and his eyes are clenched shut and his jaw is set. He’s holding himself back. He’s trying to be gentle with you because it’s your first time. He really is very sweet when he wants to be. You raise a shaky hand to his face and he leans into it. He met your eyes and you watch as his control falters when he sees you bent in half like this. You smile, “Katsuki, please”, is all you can say. It seems to open the flood gates. For all his self control, he pounds into you mercilessly and it fills you with the most intense feeling of ecstasy. “F-fuck ‘Tsuki, you feel s-so fucking good,” you moan and gasp brokenly.

> He cums hard. Grunting, growling, and near snarling the whole way through. You’re seeing stars, even though you haven’t cum. It had felt so fucking amazing, and you’re more than content with that. Katsuki is definitely not however, and is intent on eating you out until you beg for mercy. He always takes such good care of you.

[lizbotw]

Hiii! Can you write a headcanon or scenario (whichever you're more comfortable with) of how Katsuki, Hawks and Todoroki would comfort their s/o, who is terrified of loud noises, during a thunderstorm. I'm not sure of how many characters you do per request, but if you only do 1 can you choose Katsuki 😅 Thank you~

Bakugou, Hawks, and Todoroki Comforting Their S/O During a Thunderstorm

first request!!! i hope you like it ♡ i did bullet points because i intended to do headcanons to start off simple, but they’re sort of scenario-ish? i think i might turn these into full blown scenarios one day so look out for that ;)

Bakugou Katsuki

It’s the first time you’re staying over at his place and there’s a storm raging outside. What had originally began as a light patter of rain had now turned into a downpour, and things seemed to be taking a turn for the worst as you caught sight of a lightning flash outside. You were bracing yourself for the loud thunder that usually accompanied it.

Somehow you had convinced Katsuki to make a blanket fort with you, taunting him that he probably sucked at it, and of course he had taken the challenge, so now you had an awesome blanket fort to cozy up in.

While you’re getting all comfortable among the blankets and pillows, thinking about what movie the two of should watch, Katsuki was in the kitchen getting snacks.

A sudden crack of thunder caused you to yelp and burrow down into the blankets, and he peeked his head out of the kitchen to see why you had made that noise.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you knocked down the fort again, I fucking swear to God.” Oops, yeah, you had knocked it down a few times before, but of course he always rebuilt it for you. ♡♡♡

But when you didn’t immediately reply this time, he grew pretty concerned. He pretended to be annoyed that he had to leave the kitchen to come check on you, but secretly he was also really worried, especially once he heard your quiet whimpers the closer he got to the fort.

Cautiously, Katsuki moved one of the blankets that was in his way since it was functioning as the “entrance” to the fort (half expecting you to jump out and surprise him—he had learned after the first time you could not be trusted to not try to prank him), and looked inside, confused by the shaking pile of blankets that had small sobs coming from it.

Eventually he would manage to coax you out enough to tell him what was wrong and once you told him, he would try to play it off as a little silly (after all, he’s used to loud noises from the explosions he’s constantly making so it doesn’t seem as big a deal to him), but you could tell he didn’t really mean it—he just didn’t want to give in so easily to your demands for cuddles.

Just use your puppy eyes on him and his arms will be wrapped around you within seconds, although he’ll be grumbling about how stupid this is and how he can’t believe you made him abandon getting the snacks just for this (all while still pulling you closer to him because he likes your warmth of course).

Somehow he’ll force you let go of him enough that he can finish getting the snacks (he struggled very hard to pull your arms off, but of course this man is stubborn and wants his snacks so you have to agree to this one thing for now), and tells you just to wait for him and stop being so pouty because he’s coming back in literally five minutes (of course the pout is cute to him but like... he can’t let you know that).

When he comes back, you instantly tackle him back into a hug, and you guys stay that way for the rest of the night. He lets you choose the movie, even if it’s some romantic thing he couldn’t care less about, and makes sure it’s something that’ll cheer you up (so probably no horror because as much as he likes when you get scared during them and cling to him, you’re already doing that right now so no need to scare you more).

He’ll pile up more blankets because they’ll muffle the sound of thunder (he says he’s just improving his fort and it’s totally not for your benefit or anything) and turn up the volume for the movie to drown out most of the noise.

He’ll let you bury you face in his chest if you want and playfully cover your ears sometimes to tease you and ask if that helps.

Thunderstorms with Katsuki would involve him allowing lots of physical contact (way more than usual) if that’s what comforts you, him trying to distract you because he’s not too good with offering soothing words so he hopes his actions help, and him grumbling a lot about the whole thing, although you’re used to his attitude since you love him so much, so it’s actually pretty endearing because you can tell he’s really trying.

Plus of course you feel really safe in his arms, especially when he says that if the thunder was a person he’d totally beat their ass for you.

Takami Keigo (Hawks)

“Hey, um, sorry to bother you, but could you come over?” You had called your boyfriend while you were buried under the sheets in your bed, too scared to move and trembling as you waited for the next spine-chilling crack of thunder to erupt.

“Didn’t know you missed me that much, babe.~” You could practically hear Keigo suggestively wiggling his eyebrows over the phone as he purred that.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you replied exasperatedly, used to his flirting, but unable to keep a playful smile from tugging at your lips, “you know-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence before the sound of thunder filled your ears and you yelped, shrieking into the phone and dropping it out of surprise.

You could hear Keigo’s muffled voice asking if you were okay and you used that to help you find your phone, fumbling around in the sheets where it had gotten lost.

You eventually found it and pressed it back to your ear, wanting to hear his reassuring voice to calm yourself down.

After explaining what had happened, a slight tremor still in your voice, Keigo would immediately agree to come over.

You felt bad about making him go out in the rain just for your benefit but he assured you it was fine because it wasn’t that far, plus it was a “hero’s job” as he put it.

Keigo suggested you stay on the phone with him so he could talk to you to try and help until he got there.

You waited anxiously for him, but it helped a little bit to focus on talking to him on the phone.

When he arrived, he let himself in, since you had given each other keys to your houses so both of you could stop by whenever one of you wanted, and found a shivering pile of blankets on your bed. When he called out for you and you peeked your head over your blanket, he couldn’t help but smile because you looked so cute like that.

Since you guys stay the night with each sometimes, you also had overnight clothes and other things at each other’s place, so he grabbed a pair of comfy pajamas he had left in your room and quickly changed into them so he didn’t get your bed dirty with the clothes he had just been outside with, and climbed into bed next to you, immediately engulfing you in his arms despite your protests.

Cue snuggle fest. ♡

Expect to spend the rest of the night under the covers with him and him refusing to let you go because he wants to protect you. He’ll talk to you throughout the night about any random thing you want, making lighthearted jokes here and there, and pull you closer when he hears the thunder before you can even ask him to, peppering your face with kisses constantly.

Keigo would be down to come over whenever you wanted him to and if the weather forecast that day predicted thunderstorms, expect him to show up at your door ready to spend the night, or even come home to him already on your couch, having let himself in yet again.

We all know how much he loves to have free time from his hero duties so you don’t have to worry about him being too busy to come over, and in fact you’ll probably have to convince him you’ll be fine and that the light rain the news predicted wouldn’t scare you too much (he doesn’t care and will insist he wants to spend time with his baby no matter what though ♡).

Todoroki Shouto

You and Shouto had planned to hang out together today and you invited him over to spend the night. The rain had been light that afternoon, so when he showed up at your door, his hair was lightly dripping with water as he gave you a small, sweet smile, and an umbrella was at his side. He honestly looked really cute like that.

You quickly encouraged him to go take a shower and change into warm clothes so he wouldn’t get sick and he thanked you as he headed off to do just that.

While he was gone, you called up a nearby pizza place to order so you guys would have something to eat since you had a whole bunch of plans for the evening and the jam packed schedule left no time for you guys to waste cooking.

After you did that, you just lounged around waiting for Shouto to come back.

Except the rain started getting harder and you were getting pretty worried.

You went to the window to watch the lightning even though you know there would likely be thunder as well that would scare you, but you just couldn’t seem to tear yourself away from watching the rain pouring down outside. It was like you were torturing yourself, but also you wanted to watch for some strange reason.

Shouto eventually finished up with his shower and got dressed in the clothes he had brought with him in his overnight bag. He walked out of the bathroom with a small towel slung around his shoulders and his hair still a slightly damp with little water droplets on it just as before, except this time it wasn’t the freezing cold rain that was to blame for it. He called out to you, but you didn’t answer, so he walked out into the living room to see if you were busy doing something and just didn’t hear him.

Shouto instantly noticed you nervously peeking out of the window and came up behind you.

“(Y/N)?” He placed a hand on your shoulder to get your attention, but when you jumped out of surprise at his touch, he immediately took his hand away and began apologizing.

You turned around to see who it was and couldn’t help but laugh at his apologetic expression. You told him it was fine with a smile, just that you had gotten a little startled when he accidentally snuck up on you, and when he asked why you had been so on edge, your expression fell a little and you looked down, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

He gently caressed your face and carefully brought it back up so he could look at you, assuring you that it would be fine no matter what the problem was.

When you told him the reason you were so scared, he smiled, glad it wasn’t anything too serious, and told you that it was nothing to be ashamed of as he led you over to the couch so you guys could cuddle together. Whenever the thunder sounded outside, he would press a kiss to the top of your head or to your forehead and stroke your hair, asking if you were okay.

If he saw you keep glancing over at the window, he would get up and close the blinds so you wouldn’t have to worry about what was going on outside. Plus, you guys had a bunch of games and movies you wanted to get through as part of your sleepover, so he distracted you with those activities, giving you soft smiles and comforting you whenever you needed. He didn’t mind if you wanted to snuggle closer to him or hold his hand, and would rub soothing circles on your back if you were hugging or on the back of your hand if your hands were just resting on top of each other. He would even use his quirk to adjust his body temperature just how you like it.

Definitely expect sleepovers with him to become more common because it was so nice spending time with you just doing mundane, fun things to pass the time, plus you were so cute like this and he loved the feeling of protecting you. Lots of skinship and soft touches as he tries to constantly soothe you and let you know that he was there for you. He would try his best to make sure that one part of each of you was always touching throughout the evening for comfort, even if one of you was just leaning your head on the other’s shoulder, or even just him having his arm around your shoulders as you watched something on T.V. together.

He was getting so attuned to the thunder sounds so that he could be more aware of when he needed to comfort you, since usually he just tried to tune that sort of thing out because it didn’t bother him, that when your doorbell rang and the pizza guy announced his arrival, Shouto actually jumped a little in his seat out of surprise. You giggled at that and he couldn’t head but smile at the sight as he bashfully admitted that maybe he got a little spooked by something so simple. His heart swelled at the sight of seeing you so happy, since you had been trembling in fear just moments before, and he felt warm all over. Even as he volunteered to go get the pizza, and opened the door to take it and pay, he couldn’t stop smiling and felt like he couldn’t get back to you soon enough so you guys could sit down and eat together and go back to talking and playing around.

[girlgrouptrash101]

Dating Poly!ChuuVes

Request: “can i request dating poly chuuves uwu”

A/N: I’M SO EXCITED I LOVE LOONA I LOVE CHUUVES LETS GO

- C

Sweet potato gang can I get a yEe YeE

you will be treated like a prince/princess and no less!!!

they are so soft god damn like you wouldn’t even believe how cuddLY

Sooyoung always tries to put up a front and not be a huge softie, but as soon as she gets within a mile of you or Jiwoo, her tough front crumbles and she just wants to hold the both of you forever 🤩

Both you and Sooyoung are always looking at Jiwoo with heart eyes because she’s way too effortlessly cute

like that one time, you asked her to go to the shop and buy banana milk and she came back with chocolate by mistake

you and Sooyoung just stayed quiet and drank it because the big smile on her face as she bounded in the door was too much for you two to ignore

and you knew she’d be upset if you told her she got the wrong one so you, being the two whipped people you are, just let Jiwoo carry on being smiley and happy :D

Sooyoung being more than happy to cook for you guys whenever her you're hungry

because damn, can that girl cook

It makes Sooyoung really happy when you and Jiwoo tuck into her homemade meals, and how your eyes light up when you taste the delicious food

Jiwoo and Sooyoung both get jealous a bit too easily, but Sooyoung is the only one who’ll act upon it

If Jiwoo gets jealous, she waits until you’re all at home together before telling you, she will never keep it to herself because she knows she can trust you and Sooyoung with anything, and she feels better if she shares everything

Jiwoo and Sooyoung singing impromptu duets in the kitchen while you secretly record it because damn, your girlfriends can sing.

Sooyoung, ever the confident one who flirts with the both of you even though you’re already all going out

sharing all your guys’ clothes because the girls and you are all really fashionable, and also they smell so good that??? you have to???

you guys literally take the hottest pictures together it shouldn’t even be legal

and whenever you’re going out you always pick one another’s clothes out and do each other’s makeup so you all look hella good walking down the street, turning heads as you walk

but, as Sooyoung says, it’s not your fault that the three of you are drop dead gorgeous

Promise rings!!! because you guys are cute and committed like that, we stan a healthy relationship

specially made playlists for everything, like cooking, driving, cleaning, showering, (sex lmao but we won’t discuss that until later)

Matching pyjamas and slippers that Sooyoung bought for you guys when she went shopping one day

Jiwoo made you all wear them that night, and after screaming about how cute you all looked and taking like a million pictures, you finally settled down for a movie night

you guys mainly watch horror movies together, even though they kind of scare the shit out of all of you

Jiwoo somehow always ends up being the bravest, holding you and Sooyoung close while you brave out the rest of the jump scares and gory scenes

pillow fights that you tend to start when one of the girls is playfully teasing you

it soon escalates into a wrestling match, which you always lose

Jiwoo is way stronger than she looks, and usually manages to pin you and Sooyoung down easily enough

she puts it all down to her black belt in taekwondo

neither you nor Sooyoung can imagine Jiwoo in a fight, but her strength is no joke

They hate leaving you for schedules, but they always facetime you and text you as much as they can when they’re gone

You guys talk so much that it doesn’t even feel like they’re gone sometimes

The only time when you notice is when you’re going to sleep and you don’t have your two favourite girls there to hold you close >:-(

they always help you with homework or work for your job even if they have no idea how to do it

they’ll sit by your side, bringing you drinks and snacks and supporting you until you finish the project that’s been stressing you out

then the girls treat you to a pizza and cuddles to get you finally relaxed and happy again :))

if you’re ever upset they can tell immediately, and you can tell when something’s up with either of your girls too

You’re always there for each other just as you promised at the start of your relationship, and you’ll never break that promise

All of you sat down together and binged each other’s dramas, and you teased them whenever their characters had to flirt with their on-screen boyfriends and stuff

but overall you’re so proud of them and you always remember to tell the girls how much you love them uwu

NSFW From Here:

Sooyoung, without a doubt, tops you both

she loves the feeling of having control of you two and knowing she’s the only one who can make you moan as loud as you always do when she fucks you

Jiwoo has a praise kink for sure

when Sooyoung is feeling nice and lets you top with her on the rare occasion you have Jiwoo tied up, touching her in all the right places

you leave her until she’s shaking, so sensitive that tears threaten to spill from her eyes, but it feels so good to her

That’s when you make her beg for you guys to fuck her and let her come

you and Jiwoo always remember to ask for Sooyoung’s permission before you come or else you’ll be punished

when Sooyoung makes you bottom with Jiwoo, she loves to watch you two play with each other

always into trying new things if you’re all down for it

random texts from Sooyoung when she knows you’re both at home that are like “You two better be ready for me to fuck you both when I get home, don’t keep me waiting.”

and you never question Sooyoung, you know she’s probably had a rough day and needs you two to help her relax

whenever you’re just relaxing at home Jiwoo always starts it, offering to eat both of you out because she’s addicted to the way both of you taste

Sooyoung has either ripped off both yours and Jiwoo’s panties or made you both so wet you have to throw them away anyway

so you always make her buy you new ones but she always buys you the sexiest ones and makes you both try them on for her

then she just can’t hold back and the whole thing happens all over again smh

always making such a mess of the bedsheets you’re constantly having to change them

Sooyoung loves black lingerie, and Jiwoo goes for pretty in pink and it suits them both so well

the nicest moans like we already been knew

especially Jiwoo, she’s SO loud

Always squashing into a huge pile of cuddles after, barely even able to stay asleep for more than 5 minutes

[writhingcreature]

if you still need prompts, streddie but hogwarts

Okay so I'm working on other prompts (I'm so sorry haven't done them yet guys, promise I'm still working) BUT LET ME GO OFF ABOUT THIS BECAUSE FUCK YES

- Eddie is a Gryffindor, Richie is a hufflepuff and Stan is a Ravenclaw and that's the tea

- They all start as friends but Richie is an OUTRAGEOUS flirt and Stan and Eddie bond over how irritating he is

- one day Eddie is all "I'm too gay for this I love him and I hate myself for it fUCK"

- Stan is all "so many this is an awkward time to tell you this but I like him too"

- They share a look cause like wow they both fell in love with the same idiot huh? Them? Really? Of ALL PEOPLE?!?!?!

- Eddie and Stan become really honest with each other get closer and Richie is lowkey jealous because there are some things they suddenly won't talk to him about and they have inside jokes and share looks at moments that Tichie can't connect to and he feels so left out please help the poor baby

- Stan and Eddie start dating because they're both way too sure Richie will never like them and you know what they fell for each other too so like fuck it am I right

- Richie pulls away and Steddie panics because wait did they upset him? He has never done this avoiding them shit before what did they do wrong

- They may not be dating him and be reserved to always being friends, but they did that shit because they'd rather just be friend than not have him in their lives and now they still are losing him and AHHHHHHH???

- Richie admits to Bev that he's in love with Stan and Eddie and that it's killing him to see them together and be so separated from them like he didn't go after them because he liked them both and it's not fucking fair to date either of them if he's in love with the other as well, but this... this is just mean and he can't handle it

- FUN FACT: Bev and Stan are ULTRA good friends and they gossip and get advice from each other so she knows what's up and her eyes go wide because this Gryffindor just got SO FUCKING EXCITED HER SHIP IS SAILING

- She sets the three of them up

- It's so fucking hard and stressful bless her patience and determination

- But she does it

- And it's beautiful when these idiots finally get their shit TOGETHER

- And also so fuckin g chaotic

- Pray for the Losers

- Theyre soft and study together though and Richie and Stan give Eddie piggy back rides (sometimes Stan and Richie take turns giving each other piggy back rides it's so cute)

- Stan and Richie are super tall and Eddie is smol and he laments it LOUDLY and CONSTANTLY and Richie and Stan think it's the funniest fucking thing don't @ me

- Everyone at Hogwarts is like O.o for a while until the others Losers are like "FUCK YEAH" at too volume and then it just becomes like "yeah whatever they're cool" and peeps move on (some faster than others, but eventually even the Slytherins get over it because it's not fun to mess with someone when they just ignore you and move the fuck on and you don't get a reaction or anything)

- They mic up each other's clothing all the time

- And people ALWAYS know because suddenly Eddie shows up in a blue tie or Richie shows up with a Gryffindor sweater vest or Stan is wearing Hufflepuff robes and people be side eyeing them and smirking knowingly

- e v e r y o n e teases them, but at this point it's pretty light hearted because that's the only thing that will get a reaction (unless you wanna FIGHT Eddie but that's brutal and leads to so much drama not even Slytherins can handle it) so it's all fun and games

- Richie is a Quiddich announcer this is canon and Stan and Eddiehate goikg to quiddich games because it's so dangerous and gives them heart attacks oh my LORD but they have to be there to support their boyfriend and other friends that are on the teams

- Cuddle puddles where they hold hands and play with each other's hair and sneak into each other's dorm so that Hufflepuffs wake up to a pile of boyfriends and they all try to stay quiet and squeal at the same time because GOD THEYRE SO CUTE!!!

- If they're in the Ravenclaw dorm then there's tame teasing and smirking and quiet laughter and pointed looks and soft giggles and it's the middle between the squealing, sweet Puffs and... the Gryffindors

- When they end up on the Gryffindor dorm... SO MUCH YELLING AND CAT CALLING.

- SO MUCH BOYS TELLING EDDIE TO GET SOME

- THEY WAKE UP TO OTHER BOYS S C R E AM I N G and they look at each other like "why do we do thisssssss" before Richie joins them and then Stan and Eddie look at each other like "why did we fall in love with thisssssssss" and it's so fucking hilarious and sweet lordy

- Studying sessions where Stan and Eddie have to work extra hard to keep Richie on task while keeping each other from getting distracted by his antics

- Calm debates that sometimes turn into heated arguments if they go on too long

- Eddie is the smol hot head and Stan is the tol that apologizes for him and Richie is the one in the background yelling "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT" and Stan gets exasperated every time

That's all I got for now but if you wanna add or ask for more I'm DOWN FOR THAT

[weelittleweasley]

I Can Protect Myself | Fangs x Reader

Summary (non-user submitted): Fangs wanted to protect you. He needed to protect you from all he knew in the world. But you were getting to a point where his overprotective nature was limiting you from doing things you want to.

Request Status: Closed

Pairings: Fangs x Reader

Warnings: Profanity, Underage drinking

Many boyfriends are protective over their girlfriends. Whether it be from other guys or from outside forces beyond their control. But Fangs took being protective to a new level. A level you didn’t even know existed.

Fangs was a good boyfriend, a great one. He was considerate and kind and very loving towards you. And boy, was he good in bed. But there were times where he became a little too much to handle. The Serpents were very protective people in general, putting family and other loved ones first. Fangs took this to heart. He had to make sure that you were safe and sound, he knew where you were and what you were doing. For him, this would ensure that you weren’t going to end up hurt. If you did get hurt, he would blame it on himself and not stop until he made things right again.

In the beginning, it didn’t bother you. You thought it was sweet how he always kept an arm around your waist, or a hand on your knee. How he’d always text you to make sure you got home alright or if you were at a party, he’d text you asking if you needed a ride home. To be honest, Fangs was more concerned about your safety than your parents were.

 When your parents found out you were dating Fangs, a Serpent, they were very conflicted at first. They saw how he made you happy, but they were hesitant because of the South Side’s reputation. But you made sure to express to them how Fangs wouldn’t hurt a fly, unless that fly tried to hurt you. Eventually, the warmed up to Fangs and there was a mutual respect.

By this time, you thought the constant texts of Are you home? and Do you need me to pick you up? would cease, but five months of dating still hasn’t changed the circumstances. It wasn’t like the texts were necessarily bothersome, but it was constantly there. Like you couldn’t escape from them, from him, even if it just was for five minutes. If you didn’t reply within a five minute time slot, he’d call you, asking if you were okay and why you didn’t reply to the text.

Tonight was one of those nights, a basketball party. They won the game and were headed to the final four. Riverdale High hasn’t been to the finals in years so this was an occasion that had to be celebrated. The party was huge--the upperclassmen all in attendance. Of course you were there. You weren’t going to miss the chance to steal some free beer from the keg outside. 

As you sipped on your drink with friends, chatting and dancing. You were having a good time, like you should. And like any other night, your phone buzzes twice signaling there was a text message awaiting you. You peel your phone out of your jean’s back pocket and read the message. 

Hey baby girl, do you wanna come over? I’ll come pick you up? It’s from Fangs. You sigh and slightly smile, knowing that he’s thinking about you and he wants to see you.

Giving your cup to one of your friends, you quickly text back your boyfriend. Ugh I would but I’m out right now with friends. Pick me up tomorrow morning? You hope that your text will satisfy his nerves. “Whose texting?” Josie asks as she hands back your drink. When you tell her it’s Fangs, she rolls her eyes. “Girl, can’t you get away from him? I feel like every time we go out, he’s always with us via your phone.”

“I know it’s annoying, but he’s trying to make sure I’m okay,” you tell her as you receive an immediate text back. Alright, baby. Be safe please. Pea is there so go to him if you need anything. If you need a ride home, text me and I will be there. Don’t take drinks from anyone unless you know where it came from. I love you xx You flash the phone to Josie and smile. “See? He’s harmless.”

Josie scoffs, “That text is the same exact one that my Dad sent me before I came here. Y/N, he should just let you live your damn life and not have to monitor everything.” You grab your drink from her hands and tuck your phone back in your pocket, waving the comment away.

The party soon starts to die down and you hitch a ride from Veronica, you, her, and Josie piled in the back to the Audi town car. As Veronica’s guard drives down the streets of the North Side, you watch out the window at the passing houses. “I just got a text from Reggie,” Veronica speaks. “There is another party tomorrow night. His place. Are we in?”

“Are we in?” Josie scoffs. “Is that even a question, Ronnie?” You laugh as Veronica types back a reply, that says all three of you will be there tomorrow. “But tomorrow, Y/N is not allowed to have her phone for the whole night.”

You turn towards your girlfriends, “Oh come on. He wasn’t that bad tonight.” Josie and Veronica look at each other before lightly laughing. “He’s been worse. It wasn’t as bad as the time Archie threw a party and Fangs waited outside for fifteen minutes for me to come outside to show my face.” That was an embarrassing night.

Veronica grabs your hand. “Honey, Fangs shouldn’t be like that. At all. I get it. He wants to make sure that you are safe and sound. But so does Archie with me and Archie is nothing like that. Fangs texts you and calls you and even told Sweet Pea tonight to text him how you were doing. It’s excessive.” When it came out of someone else’s mouth, it certainly sounded a lot worse than it actually was. 

Before you can say anything, the car pulls up to your house and you sigh. “Whatever, I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” you huff. “Thanks, Andre.” 

Entering your house, you plop down your keys on the table and shrug off your coat. In your bedroom, you change quickly into pajamas and send a good night text to Fangs.

The next day arrives promptly and Fangs picks you up for breakfast and you end up spending the majority of the day with him. It was nice to just hang out with him at his trailer, cuddled up on the couch, watching television, and the occasional make out here and there. But soon enough, it was time to leave to get ready for Reggie’s party.

In your bedroom, you cuffed your jeans and then took one last look at yourself in the mirror. A car beeped outside, telling you that your friends were here. “Bye Mom! Bye Dad!” you call as they call back their goodbyes and telling you to be careful. That would be the last of your conversation before the next morning rolled around. You pile into Veronica’s car, sitting next to Josie. “Ladies,” you smile.

“We’re ready, Andre,” Veronica tells him as he drives the car away from your house, the night starting to commence.

When you get to Reggie’s house, music is blaring through the speakers and your adrenaline starts to pump. You three enter the house, and the scent of mixed liquor and sweaty bodies mix in your nose. It was the friendly scent of a high school party. “Come on,” you pull your friends to the kitchen to try and find some drinks.

In the kitchen, Reggie is there with a few other Bulldogs and River Vixens. “Y/N, Veronica, Josie,” he smiles. “Nice to see you here.” Before you and Fangs were ever together, you and Reggie were hooking up for a little while. That was until he got bored and need to move on to the next girl. 

But you let bygones be bygones and smiled back. “Thanks for the invite,” you tell him as you grab a solo cup to pour whatever was available on the counter in the cup. You hand cups filled with a sickly sweet liquor in them to Veronica and Josie. 

“Wait,” Josie stops you. “Your phone,” she sticks out a hand. You groan and roll your eyes, sipping from your cup. “Y/N, you really thought I would forget? You are gonna send him a text saying that you are with friends tonight and that’s it. You are not gonna be bothered tonight.” Obeying Josie’s orders, you pull out your phone and type a quick message to him. Hey babe, Out w friends tn. Don’t wait up for me :) Love you xo With that, you hand Josie your phone and she tucks it away in her pocket. “Good. Now, we can get tonight started.”

You had to admit it. Letting Josie take your phone was the best thing you’ve done in awhile. Not having to check your phone every two minutes for a text from Fangs, asking where you were, how you were doing, or if you needed him to come by. But there was a part of you that was completely stressing out, knowing that he’s probably left a thousand messages on your phone, plenty of missed phone calls and voice mails. Yet you told yourself that tonight was your night and you weren’t going to let a few missed texts ruin your night.

Leaning against a wall, you watched Josie flirt with a guy as Veronica and Archie were dancing in the living room together. They both looked so happy, not a care in the world. Their face were scrunched up with happiness, eyes squinted from laughing. You let a small smile dance on your lips before taking another sip from your solo cup that was now filled with water. “Why are you slumped in the corner?” a voice asks next to you.

Reggie looks over to you with a sly smile on his face. “I’m not slumped over. I’m just watching,” you defend as he sips from his beer can. 

“Isn’t that creepy?” he asks as you roll your eyes. “You should be out there dancing and smiling that pretty smile of yours,” he flirts, tucking a strand of hair away from your face. The action made your heart stop. If this were five months ago, you would have smashed your lips on his and not cared who the hell was watching.

Instead, you grabbed his hand, slowly pushing it away from your face. “Reg, you know I have a boyfriend,” you test as he sighs. “We ended this a long time ago and I’m happy with Fangs. In fact, you ended things. You wanted to move onto someone else.”

Reggie turns to you, giving you all of his attention. “That was the biggest mistake I’ve made and Y/N, you know I don’t admit mistakes...And now you’re with some fucking Serpent-”

“I’m happy with him,” you cut him off. “Serpent or not he loves me and I know he wouldn’t dare hurt me like you did.” Reggie’s face soften as you say that. When he ended things between you, you were more than sad, you were devastated. You really thought that Reggie was gonna change for you, but he didn’t and you were left brokenhearted.

The Bulldog takes a step near you and you back up. But he holds a hand to your waist to prevent you from leaving him. “I’m sorry that I ever hurt you,” he speaks. “I wanna make it up to you, Y/N.”

You can tell he wants to make a move and you want to shove him out of the way, but your body is frozen underneath him. Before he can even inch his face near yours, a voice calls out, “Y/N?” Reggie peels himself off of you as you walk away from him, Reggie following. In the next room, Fangs is standing there next to Josie, the both of them clearly angry. “What the fuck is going on?” he asks. “Why did Josie have your phone the whole night?”

Josie rolls her eyes, “It’s none of your damn business!”

The fact that Fangs had to come here to see what you were doing instead of having an ounce of trust in you made your blood boil. Without speaking a word, you drag Fangs outside, away from Josie who was having a screaming match with him. Outside, Fangs tries to demand what was happening and you rub your face and say, “Could you just stop? For once, just stop and let me explain?”

Fangs falls silent. 

Breathing out a shaky breath, you rubs your cold hands over your hot face, trying not to cry right then and there. You were feel so many emotions, you didn’t know which one to let take over. “Josie took my phone because she wanted me to have a night without distractions.”

“So I’m a distraction now?”

“Would you let me finish?” you yell and he stops. “Josie and Veronica both see how much you are constantly up my ass about everything. What I’m doing. Where I am. Who I’m with. If I’m drinking. If I’m sober. It’s not protecting me anymore, it’s manipulating me.”

Fangs starts, “I do that because I have to make sure you’re safe. If you’re not safe, that’s my fault!”

You shake your head, “No, it’s not it’s my parents fault if something bad happens to me. Which it never does. Why? Because I’m surrounded by other people who want to protect me just as much as you do!”

He shakes his head, “No, Y/N. I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to make sure that you are in an environment that is safe and I can trust you in.”

“Trust?” you scoff. “Trust?! Trust is not knowing where I am and what I’m doing. Trust is believing in me that I can take care of myself. That I can protect myself. I don’t need you to be my knight in shining armor all the time.” His expression falls when you say that and the sight of it breaks your heart. “At first, I thought it was innocent and you would grow out of it. But now it’s becoming completely uncontrollable. You are worse than my dad at this point.” Fangs opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. “I need you to trust me and believe in me. I put that to the test tonight and you obviously failed.”

Fangs speaks, “Well, what about you? You were with Reggie tonight. How can I know that you weren’t gonna let him make a move?” His retort was accurate and relevant, but you couldn’t change the topic now. Not now. Your silence spoke a thousand words. “Maybe I can’t trust you...”

Looking up at him, you have tears in your eyes. The sight of you broken makes his heart yearn for you--he wants to scoop you up in his arms and hold you close. “Maybe we can’t trust each other. Maybe we should just...” you trail off, the both of you knowing where this is going.

The two of you remain silent before he lets out a breath. “Alright then,” he says before walking away from you and the house, to his bike to leave. You watch him as he zooms off into the dark night, you wiping away your tears.

You walk back inside to Josie who looks at you concerned. “Everything okay?” she asks, touching your shoulder.

“No,” you reply. “But I sure as shit am gonna pretend like it is.” Josie gives you a sad smile. “Where is Reggie?”

[turtlenecks-coffee]

Wedding Planner [Hamilton x Reader // Imagine] *PART 3*

(No. 169 out of 390 writing prompts) [MODERN]

Prompt:  Reader is the wedding planner for Eliza and Alex’s wedding. Both the reader and Alex fall in love with each other during the countdown towards the wedding day.

Word count:

Warnings: Subtle cheating, fluff, mentions of sex 

A/N: One more part and this mini series is finished!! 

Parts: Part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 (coming soon) 

As November started to roll around the corner, the winter wedding was now only a month away. You were slaving away trying to get everything together. You were constantly asking Hercules for updates on the dress, you were constantly getting nice emails from Eliza, and your face was always pushed into a binder looking for everything you needed.

But even if everything was piling up all around you hellishly, you somehow found the Sundays you and Alex spent together soothing. It’s been two weeks since that little incident, and the two Sundays following were rather too romantic for your liking.

Alex insisted that he wouldn’t just forget about that moment. Even though you like the idea of just brushing that evening aside, it felt nice that you and Alex were aware of each other. You guys would hold hands and be peachy around each other. It felt like those romantic movies when the couple finally confessed. It was like the first stage of a relationship. It was all cuddles and fluff. The first Sunday of November was here, and you gladly let all the blissful feelings sweep you away into oblivion.

“Ah! (Y/N)! Over here!” Alex bounced up from his usual seat by the window when he noticed you come into the coffee shop. Even if you felt happy with Alex, you still felt dread. He was engaged.

“Hello, Alexander.” You sat across from him, noticing he already got your usual order. A smile swept across your features. “Next time I should get here early, so I can get you your drink.” You snickered as Alex crossed his arms.

“I will never let you be the one waiting.” Alex stated, smirking.

“Anyways, how’s Eliza? Has she talked with Hercules yet about the dress?” You asked, causing Alex to slightly struggle with his word choice.

“Why must we talk about work when we meet?” Alex complained.

“It’s simply just a question. Last week we did everything but work. We have to make up for it today.”

“Well, Eliza asked me to ask you to see if you could go with her tomorrow for a dress fitting.” Alex asked.

You smiled. “That sounds fun.”

You both talked and laughed, actively flirting with each other. You both were in bliss. The smell of coffee hovering around the both of you, the sunset color choice gently moving from the other side of the window; all the obvious dangers of your relationship seemed to melt away into the atmosphere.

“You know, (Y/N/N), not to put you on the spot, but why did you do that last time?” Alex suddenly asked, causing you to freeze. Memories from last Sunday filled your head.

You took a deep breath, “Alexander, what we’re doing is wrong. You know this, I know this. I feel awful about it. Especially because we’re slowly stabbing Eliza’s back. Don’t you ever think of consequences?” You asked sadly.

Alex and you were at your apartment since you forgot your forms at home. You both were sitting on the couch, (Y/F/Movie) playing on the television. You both were snuggled under the burgundy knitted blanket. Alex was leaning into your shoulder, signing forms regarding the wedding.

Alex looked your way sadly. He didn’t really think about how Eliza must feel if she knew about this.

“Alex, you’re probably the first guy I ever felt romantically inclined to. And I really don’t want to end this… thing we have.” You mumbled.

As you were transfixed on the movie, you felt Alex shift and set down his pen and papers. He leaned back into you, causing you to lean into him. You felt something wet on your neck, then giggled when you felt Alex kiss all around your neck. It led up to your cheek, then Alex turned your head gently and kissed you deeply.

“I don’t want to end this either.” Alex said.

Things suddenly grew heated when Alex fumbled with his posture and pushed his chest onto yours. You felt your heart drop when you realized what was happening. Yet you still couldn’t stop him when Alex wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in closer. Still engulfed in sweet kisses, your breath hitched when you felt Alex put his hand on your chest. You quickly pushed him off.

“I can’t help but feel hesitant in this relationship. The reason why I pushed you off me was that I felt a wave of dread hit me. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I was the one who you cheated with. Especially to such a loving girl...”

Alex seemed flustered, and quickly stood up and began rambling. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t of-“

You quickly shook your head, waving your hands to stop him. “It’s ok! It’s ok, really, I just..”

You both were stuttering over each other, both of your faces red.

Alex seemed down about the whole thing. Yet he still looked at you with confidence. “But can we still hold hands and kiss?”

You smiled. “I would like that.”

Alex desperately reached over and held your hand. He squeezed it tightly.

-

Next thing you knew, Alex was by your side as you walked back to the apartment. And you were fine with it. You both enjoyed the silence, walking down the sidewalk of the November breeze. You felt the cold’s whispers tangle through your hair, and the dead leaves gave off a soft warmth.

You felt Alex take your hand. You didn’t move away. Instead, you both walked hand in hand. You hated that you felt warm, but you were in pure bliss. You listened to Alex rant about his job at the New York Times, and how he was a reporter.

You listened, nodding your head to show you cared. Alex squeezed your hand when he mentioned a guy he worked with named Thomas Jefferson. You squeezed back, feeling his discomfort on the topic. As you reached your apartment, you unlocked your door and you both settled it.

You sat on the couch, taking out your laptop. You heard Alex shuffle in the kitchen, and the sound of the microwave slipped into your ears. You clicked on an Email that requested some planning for a June wedding. You clicked on the link at the bottom of the email, and it took you to your portfolio.

You heard popping from the kitchen, and a smile slipped onto your face. Alex was making popcorn again. Every Sunday so far, you and Alex watched something of his choice on Netflix whilst eating popcorn. Alex insisted you two made a tradition. You were fine with it.

You both knew that the other was clinging to some hope that you two would work out in the end.

You noticed that the link in the portfolio was a specific one. You posted a photo of sketches you made of a wedding plan. You posted it just to give people a taste of what your style was. You quickly clicked off and started up an email.

“Dear Maria R. and Peggy S.,

Thank you for showing interest in letting me plan your wedding. Let’s meet up between January and March, depending on how long you want to spend planning. If you have any questions, please email, or call (XXX)-XXX-XXX.”

Your typing went to a stop when the laptop closed. You looked up and saw Alex holding a bowl of popcorn. He smirked at your expression. Alex plopped down next to you and brought up the blankets. Low rumbles of thunder echoed in the quiet household. Alex picked up the remote and opened Netflix.

“What are we watching this time?” You asked, taking some popcorn.

“The Office.” Alex replied.

“How long is the movie?” You asked, not ever hearing that title.

“It’s a series. But I’ve heard good things about it.” Alex replied.

You both leaned into each other, and you set down your laptop on the coffee table. You let the feeling sink into your chest. It was just you, Alex, Netflix, and the low rumbles of thunder from outside. You smiled.