#y/n with a personality

[rose-water-pond]

On a String Part 2: Two Threads

Summary:

Pavitr forces another confrontation.

Pavitr's POV

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I crash through my bedroom door, and I’m sure that some splinters slipped into my arm. With a flick of my wrist, my grimy suit is in my hands. Most times I can blink and I’m stunning as Mumbattahn’s most stylish spider. But this time it feels like the fabric is catching every snag on my body, from my knee to my elbow. I don’t even take the time to adjust my mask properly before I’m falling out my window, and my bangle is snapping itself around the neighboring cupola. Curiously, my attention is taken by my elbow, where the breeze is biting harder. Oh, right. The hole in my suit.

Y/N promised she would stitch it up. Maya auntie has insisted on doing it over the years, but as she gets older, the needle is hitting her finger more often than the fabric. Seeing the many band aids on auntie's fingers, Y/N had asked me to start coming to her instead. “Is she still buying our story? Was it too far-fetched to say that her stitching is making your suit invincible? ” Y/n has mischief in every tooth of her smile, her eyes focused on the stitch in front of her. My left arm is under her gentle grip, and my right is holding up my chin. “Oh, not only is she convinced-” “Really? You’re a terrible liar!” “You came up with this one!” “Still, you’re the one that has to sell it..” “As I was saying before I was insulted,” My accusatory glare evidently doesn’t outway my smirk, as Y/N just continues to smile contentedly. “...she boasts about it all the time.” Y/n giggles, and my grin is now as big as hers. “I can hear her now.” She says. Finally, I get to put on a show. I raise my voice to a pitch I have mastered: “I told you bhateeja! My stitching is just as strong as your spider silk. Stronger! Perhaps I should have been the Spiderman.” “Aww!” “I told her she would have made a great Spiderman, and then she really went off-” she has to steady my arm as I launch into: “‘I told you! I am not as old as you pretend I am. I could be the Spiderman now!’ and then she tried to jump on the couch! She is 57! And I love her! She can not be risking her knees to jump on couches!” Y/N’s laugh is going to earn me a scolding from his downstairs neighbors later, but even though I wince at the decibel, I can’t stop smiling. “Pav stop I- oh crap I dropped my needle.” I should probably lay off a bit, don’t want to give her stomach cramps. I’ll resign to verbal impressions for now. “Of course I had to rescue her, I’d never let her fall. And then she said: ‘Perhaps you really are the better Spiderman.’” “Yeah,” Y/N says. She holds my hand with both of hers, and my chest warms as she moves them close to her own. I can feel the heat of her adoration on my skin. “The best spiderman.” Oh. Oh goodness. I suddenly can’t breath so well. Something she used to say. I doubt she’d think it now. But hearing Y/N say it, it’s almost good enough. It almost convinces me. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, it’s just, I wish Gayatri was here.” I think I see Y/Ns smile fall a bit, but I blink and it’s back, just smaller. Her eyes are pooled with grief as she says: “Yeah. Her laugh was my favorite.”

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I have been searching for two hours, and my muscles are no less tense. “Come on.” I’m shaking them off for the nineteenth time.

My mask is sopping wet, and I’ve been tempted more than once to throw it into the streets. “Aw screw it.” I rip free of it, my hair bouncing as it lands around my puffy eyes. “Great.” But then my heart stops. Completely refuses to beat. Because there she is. In the back of an autorickshaw. Having an animated argument with the driver. I can see her swinging her hands from here. Despite it all I chuckle, of course she’s being stubborn about something she can’t change.

And for what I’m sure is the first and last time in my life I utter: “Thank goodness for the traffic”

The autorickshaw shakes when I land, my hands clamped around the poles. In seconds I’m sliding into the blue padded seats, finally face to face with her.

Her cheeks have red streaks on them, and her wrist is showing again.

I can’t breathe.

“Pa-Spiderman!? You can’t be here!”

But she is already swept up in my arms, I don’t think I can ever bring myself to let go again. My shoulders no longer ache. But my arms have certainly tightened, protecting us from the pain of seperation.

“Sorry sir, but this beautiful woman is coming with me.”

“What! No!” I hope she doesn’t claw out my eyes. Glad I put the mask back on.

“Oh thank goodness.” the driver whispers.

“Hey!”

But she doesn’t get another word out. Instead she’s letting out a gut wrenching scream as we swing through the air.

—----

When I land on the rooftop she quickly loses her balance, and when she falls I yelp, horrified that she might be bruised. ‘More bruised.’ My brain supplies.

I can taste blood.

I’m frantically trying to get her standing again. “Oh crap, I’m so sorry, are you oka-” “Don’t touch me!”

The nerves on my cheek surge with an echo.

“Y/N please,”

“No! You don’t get to ask me for anything! You don’t get to show up here, you don’t get to kidnap me. You just don’t get to Pav!”

She is using my nickname, which is good.

“You know I never wanted to push you away. I can’t lose you!”

“But you did.”

My

heart

just

stops.

There is a ringing in my ear, and a pressure in my head, as if a sludge hammer was taken to it's side. All my senses dull as if cushioned by cotton. The whole world is tilting and I feel like I'm slowly falling, my body slanted and sick, a level of glass between me and the rest of the world. Everything is quiet, everything is soft. Until it slowly creeps in, a futile sound in the face of all this nothingness.

I can hear my breath. It’s fast, way too fast.

“I lost you?”

She pauses for a moment, her gaze going to the floor. But then I see resolution creep up into her hardened features. And I have only feared one other thing as much as I do her next word.

“Yes.”

If I don’t hold my chest together, all the shards of my heart are going to fall out.

My mouth is completely dry, but I manage to choke it out. I have to “Don’t say that.”

“What?”

“I said don’t f***ing say that.”

She takes a step back. A look of shock in her face, and my feet follow hers almost instantly. Even like this, our dance is attuned to the other entirely.

“Y/N don’t you ever f***ing say that. My hands are on her wrists, and I’m panting, I’m literally gasping for air. I- “I can’t I can’t breathe.”

In almost every one of my moments like this, she has been there. She has been the stabilizing hand on my chest, the rise and fall of my shoulders as they regulate, the oxygen that comes back into my lungs.

And before her it was Gayatri.

“Y/N.”

But now she is frozen, and I can’t figure out why, until my vision focuses enough to see her eyes. They are filled with raw terror. I imagine this is what a tiger sees when it lunges for its prey. And yet, I recognize it.

Y/N’s eyes are just like right before. Right before the fall.

I am acutely aware of how close we are to the edge.

I shouldn’t have picked a rooftop.

I try to pull her into my chest. To pull her away from the danger, but she tugs back.

What?

I can feel her shaking through her wrists, it’s trembling through her whole body.

“Hey let me get you away from the edge.” She shakes her head. What is she doing? I grit my teeth to try and keep from crying. “Y/N please.” “No.” it barely escapes from her throat. A warbles and warped plea.

“I’m sorry, I can’t-

I pull her away and into my arms. Trying to hold her body close to mine. Usually, she is the only warm thing left in the world, but now I find her cold.

And I hear her crying.

“Hey, hey meri jaan it’s okay.”

“Stop.” It’s another frail little thing that has to drag itself from her mouth. It washes away with the wind.

“You’re safe now, you’re okay. I promise.”

A promise I broke to Gayatri-

I feel her push away from me, the cold of her tears still staining my suit, and realization strikes me like a harpoon through the chest.

She. is afraid. Of me.

“Y/N.”

“Pav, stop.”

She's backing up now, closer to the edge.

"Y/N!"

"Pav just stop!"

Her voice is coming back, but that shred of relief can’t drown out the dread of what is coming.

"I'm fine okay, I'm fine, I just-"

She must see it in my eyes, in how my hands hold themselves open, anticipating.

Because she takes a couple steps to the right. Away from the edge.

And away from me.

I wasn't anitipating the ragged breath of relief that comes out of me.

We stare at eachother a moment. I can hear the honking of the cars below, the yelling of the drivers, the music blasting from a random apartment down the road. I can hear the cows mooing and the call of vendors on the street. And among with all this noise, I'm bubbled in silence. A silence that is teeming with years of a thousand things unsaid. Things I should have said, and things she thought she shouldn't.

Her hair is gently pushed by the wind, her coat tightly wrapped around her shoulders. And with all those unsaid things, I still don't know what words to use now. I take a step towards her and her hand jumps up. And it calmly stays stationed there, a barrier against everything I'm fighting for. She has her eyes closed in concentration, and when she lifts them again to look at me, I feel caught in some unexplainable way.

She finally speaks.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

The look she shoots me is appalled.

“Why do you want me to come back pav?”

“Because I-” I stumble.

She waits.

“Because, because I-” my voice dies out again. I’m panting. Again.

“Because you love me? No that’s not it? Is it because ‘you can’t lose me’? Is it because ‘you can’t lose me like you did Gayatri-”

“STOP!”

“You’ve been thinking about her this whole time Pav, haven't you! And I know, I know I'm a jerk to say it! Because I know that you're hurting and I'm so sorry. I’ve been trying to heal that hurt for years! And I know it takes time, I know it takes time okay! But every moment I’m with you I feel like I’m dying. I feel like I’m competing with someone who's not even here and I’m always losing. And I know that’s not fair and I’m sorry, but I can’t keep getting hurt every day because when I look in your eyes I know you don’t see me. You see some second chance with her, and you see something to be afraid of cause you might mess it up again. I'm your friend Pav! Even if that's not all I am, before everything about us I was your friend, and you haven't treated me like one since the day she died. ”

She looks away, and the glow of the city is on her face. Purples and reds. She is wiping away her snot on her sleeve.

“And the worst part was that it was almost worth it. It was almost worth it because I love you so much.” She puts her hand over her mouth, her tears are lacing through her fingers. “And if you loved me back maybe I could have kept going-”

“I do.”

She stops.

“I do. Y/N I do. I love you.”

“No, no you don’t. Or you can’t. Not now.”

The silence burrows itself into my bone marrow, it stretches my wrinkles deeper.

We wait.

Her tears are harsh and painful, and I can feel her sobs in my chest, like a worm eating away at my heart. She’s holding herself together, her arms across her chest, her nails digging harsly into her sides, guarding herself from me, from anything that would exhaust her further, from everything, no matter what face it wears. In this moment, she refuses to let any of it near her.

She’s choking it back now, she does not have even a shred of patience left for her tears.

I feel the apathy of broken things. When something shatters and can't be put right. Every fracture has collapsed into a demonstrous, gapping hole, and it leaves me numb.

“Can we just be done Pav? Can you do one last thing for me and just let this be done?”

Maybe for her sake I should let it be over. But I can’t. Everything in my body and soul recoils and then thrusts itself against the idea, screaming and trying to force it as far away as possible. But amidst all this, my heart gently calls out:

“Let her go.”

So I will. I will, and it will be the first thing I do in our relationship that isn’t selfish.

“Okay." I say, and a part of my soul drifts away on the breeze.

"Okay we can be done.”

She looks up at me, her mouth slightly open, as if it’s not what she really wants. But then she closes it, and with the downward tilt of her head, I see her acknowledge it’s for the best. She starts to walk past me to the door.

And I promised I would let her go. So I will,

But…

“But y/n, can you promise me something?” I beg any love she has left for me to allow me this.

She stops, and she turns around, exhaustion in her eyes, but with that soft smile I’ve never wanted to kiss more than in this moment. I should have taken every chance I’ve ever had to.

“What Pav?”

I swallow.

“In…two… in three years, let me come back into your life, and I’ll do it all right this time. I’ll love you exactly as much as you deserve.”

“Pav-”

“Please.”

The breeze slowly drifts across the rooftop.

“Pav I won’t wait for you. I can’t. I won’t let myself.”

“I know, I won’t ask you to. I just ask that you … keep the door open for me okay?”

She looks at me, and I know in that moment she is seeing me completely as I am, every flaw, every vulnerability, and I let her look. I let her decide if she still wants me now, and if she’ll want me then.

I’ve heard that your life flashes in front of you before you die. But at a crossroad like this, we also have miraculous visions. I didn't know that until now, as I watch brilliant colors flicker in her eyes like fireworks, followed by relentless shadows, and cool gray mornings filled with ache, which becomes a soft white glow that nestles in her iris.

She is seeing an entire life. Lives. Many of them.

She is seeing all the turns I can take where inevitably I leave her heart like this again. The streets of time where I leave her on the corner of a moment and never look back.

But with the most sacred hope, I watch the faintest glimmer of light trace her eyes,

And I pray that she saw even just a sliver of a life where I do not turn any of those corners.

And instead walk up to a tiny Mumbattan apartment, where a pocket of light radiates through the streets of this rushing city. Where I can hear the laughter from where I stand. Where she walks out onto the balcony, and sees me smiling up at her, and I receive my reason to live in the grin she gives back. Where she is the beating heart of my entire world.

It is a life where I always return home to her.

And then the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen slowly spreads on her face. It doesn’t reach her tired eyes, but they are holding something else: the love that kept me together all these years.

She nods. “Okay.”

Then she opens the door. And walks away.

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Notes:

I started writing this chapter in third person before realizing that I wrote the previous one in first person. I want to understand Pav more as a character so I decided to retake up the challenge and write from his perspective and I was honestly suprised. There were very noticible changes from the "objective truth" that third person provided and seeing how pav percieved everything, and it also allowed me to write both him and Y/N as complex people who have both wronged eachother. It's wonderful how this fanfiction is allowing me to connect with and understand writing as an artform and process better.

Thank you so much for reading! It means so much! Please comment!

All Rights to my work reserved, though I don't own Spiderman/Pavitr. Thank you for reading!

Previous Parts:

Part One: When it Snaps

[fumiliar]

kento has almost photographic memory. he remembers everything, a blessing and a curse that was bestowed upon him. for when he accidentally tripped on nothing while walking calmly towards you, he knew he had to live with that embarrassment forever. but what he considered as a blessing, was the fact he could draw you from memory, he could even sculpt all your curves with no fault. he remembers every detail about you, and you wanted to test this fact.

as you secretly followed him to the barber, ensuring he would never suspect your presence. you had chatted the barber beforehand, a close friend of you and kento. you wanted to play a prank on him. it was simple, while his eyes were covered by towels, you would give him a kiss on the lips and immediately hide. once he took off the towel, the barber would wipe his lips, pretending as if he was the one to kiss your husband.

the plan was going smoothly. kento had laid down on the chair, preparing to get his hair washed. as a warm cloth had covered his eyes, you quickly took place beside him. his barber put on shampoo, lathering it on his blonde hair. you gave a signal for the barber to stop, and you pecked him, quickly hiding right after. in any other video you've seen with this prank, the victim would've taken off the blindfold and jolted up, but not kento. he was different, he lightly lifted the towel, seeing through one eye trying to find something...more particularly someone.

"love, where are you?" his tone was unwavering, he was certain it was you. he tried to look around with his very limited vision, but he couldn't find you. so he decided to use his other senses, touch. immediately, he grabbed your hand, pulling you up from your squatting position.

"no fair! you were supposed to be shocked and everything," you huffed.

"i recognised your lips," kento said simply, as if it wasn't something unusual.

"maybe it could've been someone elses, i don't know. maybe you forgot my lips."

"i would never forget your lips, it will be imprinted in my mind forever."

[yukizme]

nanami kento swore that he didn't love you. he just memorized your coffee order because it was the most basic decent thing to do. not because it gave him an excuse to talk to you, even if it was for two minutes.

nanami kento swore that he didn't love you. he just always kept a spare hair tie with him because you once mentioned that you always forget to bring an extra with you during missions. not because he always remembered every little thing you had ever said.

nanami kento swore that he didn't love you. he just didn't particularly like gojo, especially when he was making you laugh. not because he wanted you to laugh like that with him.

nanami kento swore that he didn't love you. he just felt his heart drop to his stomach when you got injured on a mission because that's what he'll feel for any other colleague. not because he couldn't bear the idea of not seeing you ever again or hearing you call him 'kento, my angel.'

nanami kento swore that he didn't love you. he just asked to be paired with you because you spoke the least amount of nonsense and you proved to be a good company. not because he was slowly losing interest in talking to anyone else who wasn't you.

nanami kento swore that he didn't love you. he just read the books you recommended because they were already on his reading list. not because he wanted to talk to you all the time about everything and anything under the sun.

nanami kento swore that he didn't love you. he just brought you your favourite food whenever you seemed in a bad mood because he needed you to focus on the task. not because he didn't like seeing you upset and the thought of you being all sad and teary-eyed made his heart hurt.

nanami kento swore that he didn't love you. he just hated the idea of you loving someone else.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

yall i kinda dont care what you gotta say on this one cus its real to me but katsuki is lowkey a crybaby. i fully believe he cries extremely easy,, like..HAVE YOU SEEN HIM ??? do you see how quickly bothered and emotional he gets over stuff ? no,not angry—bothered and emotional. (but the angry part also works lowkey i like to think in certain situations he gets so angry he cries.)

so yeah every time you argue—wether it’s over the phone n he hangs up on you or in person and he storms off to get away from you. he’s just so mad at you, he’s angry so so angry but he doesn’t like fighting with you. he’s in the right, he’s sure he is.. but a minuscule little part of him sorta wishes he wasn’t so this fight never happened. and also, don’t tell anyone, but he’s also pretty fucking worried you’ll leave him.

oh and there they are, he feels little tears prick at his lash line, practically clawing at his face the moment he feels them coming. he sniffles loudly nose already clogged and he scowls so hard, eyebrows pinched harder like that’ll make them go away.

he’s angry, so angry. he tries to convince himself he’s fuming just so he can stop crying.

—and he cries anyway. it’s nothing too dramatic, no sobs. only a hiccup manages to pass through his lips and he’s heaving and sniffling hard, wiping at his eyes and nose.

and he cries anyway.

[moldypoff]

Minced Meat Man and his Trash Husband

Wait wait wait- let me explain-

It’s you! (And you with the rest of the crew!)

No I am not missing anybody-

Haha, yeah, sorry, this is just the full image

(Someone please teach me how to not use one canvas for all of my drawings, this took like 27 layers 😭)

[sexlapis]

✧. ┊  5 TIMES YOU SAT ON NANAMI’S LAP

── .✦ nanami kento x gn!reader

s4w, fluff, cuddling, teasing, petnames, hand feeding, ooc nanami, sitting on nanami’s lap

⤷ nanami’s lap is your favourite seat. luckily for you, he is fine with being your…chair.

based off this post

a/n: #needthat #wantthat #sexyman #hotguy

[_____] = your name

masterlists

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1 - NAP TIME

The rain droplets pelleting on the living room windows is what wakes you up, along with the deep chuckle of thunder that follows shortly afterwards.

One second it was all sunny with bright skies and now, it is dim and dark, and the only light in the room emanates from the television.

You do not remember putting this show on. You don’t remember falling asleep on the couch, either.

“Oh, look who’s awake.”

You sit up and there Nanami is, sitting opposite you on the couch, in his comfortable loungewear.

“Hey, I was watching that…” You mumble tiredly. A yawn escapes you. You rub your eyes.

“You were asleep when I came back, you know.”

“Yeah but…” you trail off. “When did you even come back?”

“An hour ago. I was excited to get my ‘welcome home’ kiss but instead, here you were; fast asleep and snoring like a bear.”

“I do not snore like a bear!”

Nanami grins and rests his back on the couch. “Don’t I get my kiss now?”

“…You called me a bear.”

“No, I said you sounded-“”

“Yeah, whatever, that’s the same thing.”

“Well, not r-“”

He’s interrupted by your unexpected crawl across the couch and sitting in his lap, covering the both of you with a blanket.

You rest your head on his shoulder.

“Do i still get my kiss-“”

“Oh shut up.”

2 - OFFICE HOURS

A knock on his door shocks Nanami out of his focus. “Come in.”

His office door opens and you appear, wearing your baggy pyjamas and dragging a blanket across the floor.

“_____…I’ve told you that you don’t need to knock. You’re the only other person who lives here.”

“Yeah, but it seems rude to just barge in so…” you waddle towards his desk where he sits, papers scattered all over his desk, “What are you doing?”

“Just some paperwork. Nothing interesting.”

“Yes, I know that part.” You respond to his last two words. “There’s a calculator…”

He lets out an amused huff. “What brings you here then?”

You shrug. “‘M bored…wanted to see what you were doing.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think my paperwork will entertain you very much, baby.”

“Well…” You start. “I’m not exactly here for the paperwork…”

You’re now stood right beside Nanami and you peek at his empty lap.

Nanami notices. Nanami sighs.

He tucks out of his desk, just enough for his lap to be shown, and he only has to pat his thighs twice before your hopping right into it.

“Comfortable?” You shuffle in his lap, looking for the right position. It’s found, and you lean back to rest your back against his wide chest, blanket covering you legs.

“Yeah, I’m comfy.”

Nanami kisses your temple, and goes back to completing his work, which lulls you to sleep due to how absolutely boring it is.

3 - OVERTIME

Nanami heard keys fiddling with the door while he is on his laptop in the kitchen. He hears a loud, annoyed groan.

Must have been a long day for you.

Shoes are thrown onto the floor, along with your bag and your coat is flung onto the rack.

You trod to the doorway of the living room and Nanami’s sees how tired and disheveled you look.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You only respond with a grumble.

“Hard day?”

Another grumble from you.

“Do you want to tell me all about it?”

A jumpy grumble clambers out of your mouth as you dash over to him and plop down on his inviting lap.

“Ugh, Kenny…these people…”

He rubs circles on you back, gently coaxing the complaints out of you.

“They’re so…they’re just so stupid.”

Nanami can’t help but chuckle at your bluntness and your genuine sadness at your coworkers’s stupidity.

“Seriously, they are! And don’t even get me started on that damn boss.”

So Nanami listens to you rant about your dumb coworkers while he just relishes in having you sit in his lap.

4 - GATHERINGS

On the rare occasion that you and Nanami organise a friend and family gathering, this time in the form of a barbecue, it is a success.

More people than you were both expecting showed up and your backyard was filled with music, friends, family members, chatter, kids running around and the smell of mouth-watering, flavourful meat.

The gathering lasts from noon until late evening, at which most people have left and the only ones who still lingered were close friends.

“Kento.” You walked up to where he sat on the outdoor couch, speaking to one of his work colleagues whose name you have forgotten. Something beginning with a ‘H’, you think?

“Hey, sweetheart.” He pauses his conversation to talk to you. “Are you tired?”

You were tired. You had been preparing the food, offering the food, playing with the kids, speaking to guests and now you feel the weight of all your hard work.

“I did not expect that many people to show up…”

“No, me neither. You did a great job, baby.” He huffs with a shake of his head. He then spreads his legs, more than they already are. “Do you want to rest?”

You are in in lap before he even finishes his sentence. Seriously, he does not finish his sentence.

He smiles at your urgency, admiring how cute you look curled up in his lap, your cheek squished up against his chest.

He takes a knitted blanket and throws it over your body, protecting you from the slight chill in the night air.

Nanami continues to speak to his friend, quieter now that you’re here, and caresses the back of your neck.

5 - BREAKFAST

“Kento, I’m- what’s all this?”

After spending a short time searching for Nanami, you find him outside in your colourful, shared garden. He sits on the garden chair, and on the medium-sized round table is a well prepared, delectable breakfast.

“Hm? Oh. This is breakfast.”

“Breakfast? But Kenny, I-“” You look down at your phone, checking the time, “I have to get to work-“”

“Call in late.”

You frown. “But-“”

“It’s such a nice morning, isn’t it?” He looks to the sky, taking a sip of his tea before looking at you. “Spend it with me.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong.

It was warm outside with beams of sunlight peaking through the gaps of the blooming blossom tree Nanami is stationed under. A gentle breeze curled through the air, the harmonic birdsong twinkled in your ears and the aroma of sweet-scented pastries wafted under your nose.

It did not take much to convince you.

“Okay. I’ll stay, but remind me to leave in thirty minutes.”

Nanami exhales and smiles, all soft and tender. “I’m glad. Come here, take a seat.”

Your stomach rumbles as you walk to sit in the garden chair opposite Nanami. He stops you.

“Where are you going?”

“Uhm…to sit down?”

“Oh, no, no…come sit on Kento’s lap, sweetheart. I want you to try this danish pastry,” he breaks off a piece so you can have some, “it’s my mother’s recipe.”

Ignoring your heart skipping a beat at how he referred to himself, you sit on his thigh, and he wraps an arm around your hip. He holds the piece of pastry to your mouth.

“Try a piece.”

You open your mouth and allow him to place it on you tongue, you lips briefly touching his fingertips. You laugh a little, flustered as you chew on the sweet treat. He licks his fingertip, the same one your lips touched.

“Do you like it?”

“Hmm! It’s very sweet!” You are glad you said yes to this. Work could handle you being a little late.

“Good.” Nanami shuffles forward in his chair, bringing you closer to the table of food. He kisses your shoulder and runs his hands up and down your waist. “Come on, eat up. You have a long day ahead of you.”

Nanami did not remind you to leave in those thirty minutes.

*

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[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Some Dating Thoughts

Jason Todd, who likes to see you borrow his jacket when it's getting cold

Jason Todd, who 'accidently' smudges the makeup on your neck, leaving the hickeys he made visible to everyone

Jason Todd, who holds your hand even though you're trying to pick up a book and need both hands to open the cover

Jason Todd, who comes up behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder while you're talking to a stranger (no, his gaze is not sharper than normal)

Jason Todd, who kisses you when he knows everyone's looking and doesn't pull back until everyone's looked away

Jason Todd, whose arm hasn't left your waist since the moment you exited your shared apartment

Jason Todd, who pulls your hand into his pocket to show you how soft it is and just doesn't let go even after you've agreed that it's soft

Jason Todd, who hauls you onto his lap at every opportunity because 'he doesn't want you to freeze'

Jason Todd, who hooks your ankles with his when you sit across from him at a restaurant

Jason Todd, who really, really wants to buy you a fancy ring

Jason Todd, who loves showing off that you're his, in all the big and little ways

[yeagersss]

Sukuna x Reader where you have gained weight and Kuna cheers you up (in his own way)

Warnings: Just a bit suggestive at the end

You were standing in front of the mirror, eyes glued to your reflection. Your boyfriend, Sukuna, was staying over for the night and you were about to surprise him with his favorite red, lacy lingerie set.

But something was wrong.

You stared at the fat sticking out from your stomach, your thighs and your arms. Especially your stomach, that was rounder and jutting out. You raised one of your arms and noticed they were flabby.

The lingerie set that made you feel so sexy and was always your number one weapon to seduce your grumpy boyfriend, for the first time, was tight and you couldn't help but think it looked so unappealing on you.

Your mind was racing. You can't leave the room and surprise him like this. Maybe you could wear something else. Maybe surprise him in one of his shirts that were too big for you since he was a very very large man. But would you really be able to deal with him seeing your body when he takes it off--

"The hell are you doing, woman?"

You jumped and turned to see Sukuna leaning against the door frame. A scowl etched on his face. His arm crossed against his broad chest as he raked his deep red eyes across your body.

You couldn't help but cover yourself with your arms. "The hell are you doing, Kuna? I was supposed to surprise you!"

"Surprise me? You were gone long enough for me to think you were fucking dead or something."

You huffed and your eyes gleamed with stubbornness. "So I was taking my sweet time. Big deal." You hugged yourself tighter. "And besides... This is too tight on me. I'm gonna wear something else. I.. might have to put this set away for a while." You said, trying to keep it cool and pretend like you weren't so upset and feeling self conscious under your boyfriend's gaze.

But Sukuna stayed quiet. His narrowed eyes boring into you. He was a very perceptive man and he knows when you're upset even when you try to hide it.

With his hands shoved in his pocket, he walked closer to you until he was a few inches away. The way his tall, muscular and oh so sexy body towered over you. The way he looked down at you with a stern gaze made you shiver.

"Hand." He ordered.

You blinked in confusion at his request. He simply clicked his tongue in irritation.

The next thing you knew, his large hand shot out to grab your wrist. He pulled you closer.

And placed your hand straight to his crotch where his dick was hard and pulsing.

Your eyes widened and your face turned a scarlet hue. You quickly averted your gaze from him but his other hand shot out to roughly grab your chin and turn your face back to him.

"Look at me." He growled, his eyes reflecting a mixture of irritation, anger and lust. "If you think something as insignificant as the fat on your body is going to make me not want to fuck you, you are completely mistaken. And you want to wear something else? Like hell you're going to do that. You will keep wearing this until I get bore of it." His voice was low and threatening.

"K-Kuna..." You whispered, eyes glistening with tears and your heart warm.

"Don't you dare fucking cry, brat. Get on the bed already. I ought to punish you for even thinking these stupid thoughts."

You didn't even get to say anything as he picked you up and threw you on your bed. Needlessly to say, you couldn't walk at all the next day.

[planetsano]

when y/n says or does something that you would absolutely never do and you jump out your skin at the secondhand embarrassment.

[itssunshinetoday]

~ the boyfriend pictures series

boyfriend pictures

[stylessbean]

Harry Styles Fic Recs: One Shots

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Last Updated: 8/02/2024

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

proper thank you

words: 600

warnings: 18+ only!, stepbro!rafe, sending nudes, stepcest, kinda dumb/baby reader???

“carry me up to bed rafey?” you coo at your step brother, fluttering your lashes as your pout turns into a giggle when he sighs, unable to resist your pleading face.

“you're the most annoying little sis ever.” rafe says, calling you the nickname just to tease you as he leans down, scooping you into his arms. he carries you like you weigh nothing, so easily slotting into the good older stepbrother role when your parents married, despite him being only a few months older than you.

“thank you rafey.” you say sweetly as he walks you up the stairs, your arms holding him around the shoulders, head leaned against his broad chest.

“yeah, you gotta give me a better thank you than that.” rafe rolls his eyes as he carries you into your bedroom. only once the door is closed do you press a wet kiss to his cheek as a proper thank you.

rafe plops you down on the bed unceremoniously. “there ya go.” he waves as he walks away, knowing it's not actually goodnight as you let out a whine.

“tuck me in?”

rafe hides his smirk before turning around, putting on his slightly annoyed act like he always does when you ask him.

rafe pulls the fluffy blanket out from under you. it's slightly weighted so it naturally tucks around your body anyways as rafe covers you, but his hands still move slowly, feeling your body as he pushes in the blanket until you're stuck tight underneath it.

“anything else? want me to tell you a bedtime story?” rafe says it as a joke, but with the way your eyes light up, he finds himself sitting on the edge of your bed, recounting three little pigs from memory the best he can.

“alright, you gotta get to bed now.” rafe glances at the clock on your nightstand as the hour hand ticks closer to midnight. “goodnight.”

“goodnight rafey.” you smile softly before letting out a yawn. “ill give you a proper thank you soon.”

rafe isn't sure what you mean until he makes it back to his room, scrolling aimlessly through his phone until a text message appears from you.

he clicks it to open up the image, his eyes widening and dick swelling as he sees you in a silky nightgown, the swell of your breasts clearly visible, nipples poking through the fabric. he recognizes the nightgown from a few days ago, but you clearly got further undressed.

rafes eyes bulge as the next image loads, the same pose, now sans nightgown, tits bare and thighs clenched together to make a delicious looking v that rafe wants to dive into.

a proper thank you ;) reads your text, along with one last image, this time with your legs spread, smile on your face as your cunt is on clear display. you took the marker tool to add to your lower stomach “property of big brother.”

rafe is in your room untucking you from your bed before the clock reaches midnight.

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[crookedgalaxycandy]

I swear "x reader" fanfic writers save lives. You feel lonely and touch starved? Get some cuddle content! Everything kinda sucks right now? This character want nothing more than to comfort you! And they do requests, FOR FREE?! They are some of the most creative creators I've seen. I always feel better reading yalls content. Makes me feel less alone. And for the people who are like "that's so cringe," you know what's more cringe? Criticising people having harmless fun.

"x reader" author appreciation!

[misauthor]

HOT TAKE: I think black writers as a whole should stop tagging their fics as black!reader. Let mfs find out the reader is black by reading it. Non black writers don’t tag their fics as white!reader, so why should you? Don’t feel obliged to make entitled pricks feel comfortable. If we had to grow up reading stories about the reader aka y/n blushing visibly and running her fingers through her hair then #they should be ok about reading your stories and if they’re not *yawn* oh well! Let them throw a hissy fit in your comments and inboxes like the big, pathetic, crybaby, lewsurr they are. Just post your stories and go! Boo you whore to the haters xx

[mindiemakes]

Sun carrying time!

(The Lego literally hurt for like 5 seconds)

A doodle to accompany this one

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

hiii i love ur fics idk if ur requests are on rn but can u do a short drabble of the tiktok trend where the guy hasn't ask his gf to be his valentines day so she "put him on sale" as a joke ofc but she's like

BF FOR SALE ($3.50)

- amazing cook

-crusty feet

- will buy anything u want

any character is fine but i would love katsuki or shoto!!

LMFAOOOO this is for sure the funniest ask ive gotten yet😭😭😭 this is so cute !! and very long overdue I apologize writer block devil was rlly kickin my ass😞 valentines been over but yk i had to write this ! i was rlly hesitating between writing for shoto or katsuki and then i realized i could write for BOTH OF THEM!! and so i did ! i tried honoring your request as best i could, hope you like it <3 !

no pronouns mentioned, pure tooth rotting nasty fluff, use of petnames (my love for shoto and sweets, babe and idiot (lol) for katsuki), katsuki is an asshat but when isn’t he, shy katsuki, shoto is a bit of an airhead, kissing, biting, reader is petty asl lol, lemme know if i missed something else !

todoroki shoto ♥︎

“yn, my love.”

“yes, shoto ?”

the corners of shoto’s mouth pull into a tiny frown at the usage of his first name. no baby, no hun, not even sho. just shoto.

“did i do something to upset you ?” he asks carefully from his spot at the foot of your dorm bed he seems to be stuck at, he can’t bring himself to move until he knows if you’re actually mad at him, and he has an inkling you are.

you look up at him for no longer than a second then look back down at your phone screen “what makes you think that ?” you question back nonchalantly.

“you posted something on your tiktok account..” shoto doesn’t have a clue how to have this conversation with you and it makes him a little nervous, he regrets not going to izuku for advice after all.

“mhmmmm~” you hum, urging him to continue knowing damn well you know what he’s going to say. you wanted to hear him say it himself.

you know shoto’s had no previous relationships before you so these type of things probably don’t mean as much to him as they do to you, but doesn’t everyone want their boyfriends to ask them to be their valentine ? you sure do, and your boyfriend hadn’t asked you to be his yet, so as petty as you know you were being at the time you posted the tiktok he’s no doubt here for right now.

shoto feels like a criminal on trial desperately trying to plead his case with you being the judge. tentatively, he asks “ you said you were..putting me up for sale ?”

immediately it’s like a switch had been flipped. you place your phone down onto your bed next to you, shoto wishes he could take your phone’s place. you cross your leg over the other and bring your hands together like a super villain revealing their master plan “yes. yes i did.”

“oh.”

silence. nothing.

shoto tried—he’s trying. he’s trying so insanely hard to make sense of everything that is you but he simply can’t. he breaks eye contact to think of more to ask but his attention is quickly pulled back to you when he hears you whine.

“uuuuughhh shotoooo~” you moan, throwing your head back against the headboard. “you’re not supposed to say ‘oh’ !” you’re face changes from grumpy to deadpan as you lower your voice slightly to try and mimic him. on any other day this would’ve made him laugh but he’s beyond lost at this point. he clears his throat before speaking again.

“ i don’t know what i’m supposed to say—or what i did for you to want to sell me.” he thinks “and for 3 dollars at that.”

you let out a laugh when you process his words and shoto’s shoulders magically feel lighter at the sound. carefully, he slides a little closer to the side of your bed so he can stand at your bedside. little by little. you pretend you don't notice.

"it's what you deserve for not askin' me to be your valentine."

the secret’s finally out and you get to see how the cog wheels in his head are starting to turn in real time, it has you holding back a giggle when he looks up at you like a deer in headlights.

“is that..why you were mad ?” you nod, humming out a playful mhmm

“ya really hurt my feelings you know ? to think my own boyfriend wouldn’t ask me” you clench your fist over your heart and fake sob dramatically.

shoto huffs out a laugh, relieved to see you’re not actually mad, and goes to sit down on your bed. he tentatively reaches for your hand and squeezes it twice when you let him hold it. before bringing it up to his lips and placing a sweet little kiss to it. it feels as if pop rocks are going off inside of you.

“ i’m sorry for not asking you to be my valentine.” he apologizes, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing your hand “ i was thinking i should’ve, but i didn’t want you to think it was weird since we’re already dating.” his thumb goes to run over your fingers “ i was worried me being too intense would scare you off.” he mumbles.

your eyebrows furrow, you lean towards him to make him look at you “ you wouldn’t scare me off, who told you that ?”

“kaminari. he said ‘coming on too strong scares away the babes.’ ” shoto quotes

you sigh. of course it was that bigmouth portable charger filling his head with this stuff.

you pull your hand out of his grasp and he looks up to protest but you grab his face in your hands before he can say anything, you can practically see him start melting at the contact as he blinks at you slowly, he reminds you of a cat.

“sho” you purr, rubbing his cheeks “ rule number one is never ever listening to kaminari’s dating advice. most of the time it is very wrong.” you explain.

shoto presses his mouth to the palm of your hand “yeah, i’m starting to regret that now.” he speaks into it, you snort. he leans in closer to press a sweet kiss to your lips and you reciprocate, pressing a few more kisses on his lips for good measure “ i’m really sorry for not asking you.” he says in between pecks. you hum in response to him placing even more kisses all around your face. “s’okay. i’m also kinda sorry for putting you up for sale.” you say, running your fingers through his hair while he places kisses on your shoulder.

he lifts his head up to look at you then, an eyebrow raised with an amused expression on his face “kinda sorry ?” he asks.

you nod “mhm. kinda sorry.”

he chuckles to himself, then gets up so he can climb into bed next to you. when he’s positioned how he likes it, with his head in your lap while you comb through his hair with your fingers, he sighs peacefully “well, it wasn’t all bad. i’m glad you think i’m a good cook.”

“what about the crusty feet ?”

“i’m choosing to ignore that part.” shoto smirks lightly to himself when he hears you laugh at his joke, clearly proud of himself for it. “and i will buy you anything you want, to make it up to you.”

“i don’t need you to buy me anything, sho” you roll your eyes with a lovesick smile “ all you gotta do is ask.”

he blinks up at you, looks off the the side as if he’s deep in thought, and suddenly gets off your lap to sit right in front of you. you never think you’ll get over how pretty your boyfriend is and being reminded of it with how close he is to you makes you flustered. he leans in to kiss you passionately and you don’t know if it’s the love he pours into it or the lack of air that has you so dizzy, you don’t dwell on it.

when he pulls away he’s looking at you like you hung up the stars in the sky and he simply, almost shyly smiles at you and asks.

“ will you be my valentine ?”

bakugou katsuki ♥︎

you did not expect katsuki to come barging into your dorm room five minutes after you’d posted your tiktok. the loud sound of someone banging on your door and proceeding to let themselves in seconds later causes you to let out a squeak.

in comes katsuki, phone tightly clutched in his hand and the moment his eyes zeroed on you he’s like a bull charging at a red flag. he stands right in front of you, angry frown on display before he shoves his phone in your face.

“explain this. now.” he growls, you have to hold back a laugh, keeping your face as calm as possible you look between him, his screen then back at your phone.

“what’s confusing about it ? i thought i was being pretty straight forward.”

his eye twitches. “why the hell did you put me up for sale ?! and for three dollars and fifty fuckin’ cents ?!” he exclaims, you can’t help the snort that bursts out of you, though katsuki doesn’t look as amused as you are.

“explain.” he deadpans.

“i think you can figure it out.” you shrug back.

he mutters insults to himself that you can’t catch “well obviously fuckin’ not, cus I wouldn’t be askin’ you if i did.” you simply shrug and look back at your phone. “i wrote it in the caption.”

it takes him a second to process then he’s tapping his password and opening the clock app at super sonic speed. his eyebrows furrow and you see him tapping away at his phone. his eyes widen when he reads your caption and he looks down at you with a mix of desperation and disbelief.

“you’re mad cus I didn’t ask you to be my valentine ?” your bratty huff and turn to the side as you shrug again is all the answer he needs. he looks at you for about 5 seconds longer then sighs.

he sits down on your bed and keeps staring. katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things and one of those things is you ignoring him. a warm hand on your ankle startles you and you can’t even ask him what he’s doing before your being yanked towards him. you squeal, almost missing the smirk on his face or the huff of laughter at your reaction. almost though, so you glare at him. katsuki looms over you until your noses almost touch, then you turn away with a huff. he chuckles, pressing his lips to your neck.

“ yer such a baby, y’know that ?” he mumbles, smirking against you neck. you huff but make no effort to shrug him off “ no i’m not, jerk. is it so wrong for me to want my boyfriend to ask me to be his valentine’s ?” you grumble, trying to ignore the feel of his warm lips against your skin, it’s not working so well for you.

“s’not what i’m sayin, sweets” he nips at your earlobe “‘m sayin’ ya coulda just told me ‘stead of bein’ a baby about it.” you can’t tell if this is his way of trying to apologize. either way, you don’t want to give in just yet.

“i’m not supposed to tell you to ask me to be your valentine’s katsuki, that’s not the point~ !” you huff petulantly. you feel a but childish but, c’mon ! it’s a given to have your boyfriend as your valentine and it wouldn’t hurt your demon spawn of a boyfriend to be a little but romantic once in a while.

he playfully rolls his eyes at you “see, what’d i tell you? big baby.” leaning forward he nips at your nose making you groan and trying to push him away with your palm. katsuki being the powerhouse that he is, doesn’t budge. “ i didn’t think to ask ya cus you’re already mine. so why should i need to ask something that’s a given ?”

your heart beats faster at his words and katsuki takes his chance when he feels you loosing up more and more. suddenly he’s got your wrists in his grip, holding them above you and looking down at you with that sickeningly handsome smirk. you’re almost there, he can practically feel it.

“i—i’m..still mad at you” you stutter out weakly, your defenses are down.

“yeah ?” he taunts.

“yeah. apologize.”

he scoffs, rolling his eyes lightheartedly “why should i apologize ? you said my fuckin’ feet stink.”

“ ah, ah, ah.” you tut “don’t put words in my mouth, i said your feet were crusty.”

“yeah, thanks babe. that makes it so much better.” he sasses, you laugh “and i complimented you ! i said you were an amazing cook !”

“yeah but that ain’t a compliment, ‘ts a fact.” he says matter of factly, you’re eyes threaten to get stuck at the back of your skull with how hard you roll them and he snickers.

he dives in and steals a kiss, and then another one when you don’t stop him. when he pulls away to catch his breath, ready to steal another kiss you stop him by placing your hand on his chest. he looks down at you questioningly and you give him a raised brow in response. he groans.

“fine. m’sorry” he concedes quietly

“foooorrr ?” you urge.

he narrows his eyes at you as if saying “don’t push it” but swallows his words down “ for not askin’ you to be my valentine’s or whatever the fuck” he shoves his now hot face into your neck and mumbles “now quit bein’ all pissed at me.”

you’re happy enough with that, so you wrap your arms around his neck, one of your hands creeping up his nape and into his hair. he sighs contentedly, clearly enjoying the attention you’re giving him.

“thank you. i’m also sorry for saying you have crusty feet.” hearing him scoff at the accusation makes you giggle “and for putting you up for sale.” he hums, happy with your apology.

“..kinda.”

“oi.” he warns. you giggle in response continuing your ministrations in his hair.

“you still haven’t asked me so..” you trail off. he lifts his head up to look at you with a blond eyebrow raised.

“ does this valentine shit really matter that much to you ?” he asks.

you respond immediately “yes.” nodding aggressively to make your point.

he sighs, shaking his head. he looks at you, then looks off to the side in embarrassment, he can be so cute when he wants to be. steeling his nerves he looks you straight in the eyes. fearless with fierce red cheeks and all.

“b-be my valentine, idiot..”