#yeah he says he kinda misses him but obviously he is still uncomfortable around him..

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Do you genuinely dislike killermare? Just asking for clarification, im sorry if youve gotten this ask before already

I hate it. I dislike fanon Killermare a lot more though. I have found a few interpretations I can maybe like, but most I have found do not do Killer’s character any justice whatsoever and frankly I just feel Nightmare ugly ass doesn’t deserve Killer and he should keep his funky disgusting tentacles away from him. And I don’t see any reason why theyd be interested in eachother beyond a power dynamic.

[icarusredwings]

Was asked what Wade thinks about his skin after his powers and cancer are taken away. If he would cover up still even when it's hot. And I would like to say yes. He automatically does it as muscle memory.

Logan: Why are you covered up? Its july

Wade: babe you know how people think about me. I dont wanna scare the kids

Logan: .... Wade you are quite literally the third hottest guy in our apartment complex..

Wade wont let logan place himself lower then him EVER so he always has to say hes at least the second, but also, this one guy down the hall is a body builder husband and both logan and wade flirt with him sometimes. Its insane.

"LOGAN!! Mr. Plesetski is taking out the trash again!!"

"Really? Again?.. damn..."

*both of them AND puppins at the window*

Al: yall are some freaks..

Harold and Sheryl Plesetski are their neighbors down the hall. Real nice people.

Honestly this is the only man that wade is allowed to flirt with freely without his face getting beat in.

He just kinda rolls his eyes amused because its nice to see wade happy and giddy. Besides. Mr. Plesetski is one of the only people that makes wade feel good about how he looks, he means it as a innocent compliment but wade takes it as flirting.

Wade, in the hall: *pretends to struggle carrying in groceries*

Logan: ? What are you-

Wade: SHH- Oh Mr. Plesetski! Could you please help me? I did chemo today so..

Mr. Plesetski: Hm? Oh yes of course! Your appartments 204 right?

Wade: Yes it is! Thank you so much! Soooo... what are you doing this weekend?

Mr. Plesetski: Oh, no, thank you for asking. Im taking Sheryl mini golfing and then to the lobster shack. You?

Wade: *drooling*

Logan: *nudges him* Hes gonna be sleeping. A lot.

Mr. Plesetski: From the chemo? Im so sorry. You know- Sheryl could knit you a hat if youd like. I know you probably get cold easily. My mother did when she had her breast cancer.

Wade: Uh huh *his ass is not litsening*

Logan: *rolls his eyes smirking and shaking his head* wow

Sometimes Wade still gets jealous if Logan is a bit too interested, tho because Wade thinks compared to Harold. He's like a 0, and he's a 100

Logan: *lingering after 'bumping' into him* Hey so.. Do you know any good gyms around here? Cause.. obviously, you weren't born like that

Mr. Plesetski: *laughs* I actually go to the one over on the corner of 6th. You're free to join me sometime. I know how hard it can be to find a good routine at this age.

Logan: hah.. yeaah... this age.. you're like. What? 35?

Mr. Plesetski: Ha! Close! Im 53.

Logan: damn-

Mr. Plesetski: Excuse me?

Logan: I-i mean.. Im *panics* 62

Mr. Plesetski: *pats his back* Well id say you look pretty good for 62. Alright. Suppose I should get back. It's meatloaf night.

Logan, blushing: H-heh... yeah..

Logan, later: Hey wade? Have you seen my shorts?

Wade, crossing his arms on the couch: Why dont you ask Mr. Plesetski!?

Logan: Oh come on! It's not a big deal!

And then.. you have Carla Boothe...

"Hey Howlie have you- DAMN, Well let me put on my glasses to have a look at ya. God your gorgeous! Winston come look at this ass! It's bigger then yours!"

And unironically, this makes Mr. Plesetski a little uncomfortable but respects her enough not to shoo her away as she pinches his cheek and tells him how cute he is. "Uhhh.. thanks? I-i think Sher is calling.."

"Mh mh mmh. Althea dear you have no clue what youre missing." She tells her partner, who rolls her eyes. "Yall are some sick fucking teases. I hope you know that..."

Hell. Even Puppins likes him, always trying to mark him as hers by peeing on his foot. Or maybe it's because she dislikes her papa flirting with him and not logan. Who knows. Shes a weird dog.

"Whats Mr. Plesetski look like?" You may be asking.

Imagine Hugh jackman had a baby, and the baby daddy is between Pedro Pascal and Oscar Issac.

That is Mr. Plesetski.

[kaldurahms-lover]

Hello, can I request Sal fisher x gn!reader, maybe a one shot about Sal showing y/n his face for the first time

AGH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS I NEEDED AN EXCUSE TO WRITE IT WJSHSJHS

Pairing: Sal Fisher x Reader

Warnings: use of y/n, fluff, sal's face oops, i kinda fucked up the different tenses but i cannot be bothered to fix it, very minor swearing, not proofread.

Word Count: 773

A/N: takes place when Sal and the reader would be around 17 and have known each other for like two years

Sal knew he had to let y/n see his face at some point. They were the closest friend he had. (Larry doesn't count, Larry's family.) He knew in the back of his mind that it made no sense for the person he's closest to to be the last one in their friend group to see him without the prosthetic, hell, even Neil had seen him (i know in canon only his dad, larry, ash, and dr. enon have seen him. ssssshhh). He had no clue why he hadn't shown them besides his romantic feelings for them, they would never judge him. So when he heard them telling Todd how they felt like he didn't trust them...

"I just don't understand. It's his decision and I don't want him to show me if he isn't comfortable with it. But thats what hurts, is that he isn't comfortable with it. I love Sal, he's my best friend and I would do anything for him, I just can't help but feel like he doesn't trust me. And I know I sound terrible, being upset that someone I care about isn't ready to unpack their trauma with me, but I can't help it."

He knew something had to change.

Y/n was over within minutes, making the quick trip up from apartment 304. Sal ushered them into his room quickly, wanting to do this before his dad got home. They were obviously very confused, sitting down on his bed and asking if everything was okay.

"Do you think I'm uncomfortable around you?"

Y/n was taken aback by his blunt question. "Sal, what?"

"I heard you talking to Todd, y/n."

"Oh. Sal, I'm not upset with you, I didn't mean anything by it–"

He cut them off. "I know. I'm gonna ask again, do you think I'm uncomfortable around you?"

y/n gulped. "Sometimes I feel like maybe you don't. But who you take your prosthetic off around his completely your choice, I don't want you to do it just because you heard me say something to Todd, I want you to do it because you trust me and want me to see you."

"Thats the thing! I don't know why I don't want you to see me. You're my best friend, and I fucking love you, and you should've seen me years ago."

Y/n sighed. "It's okay. I promise it's okay."

Sal doesn't say anything, he just unclips his mask. Before Y/n can even realize what's happening, Sal's hand is the only thing holding his prosthetic against his face. He lowers it slowly, freely presenting his face, every scar, every bit of missing skin, the way it's now much more obvious that one of his eyes is also a prosthetic. His eyes are down, not wanting to see their reaction despite willingly removing his armor.

"Sal..."

"I know. It's not pretty."

y/n put their hands up and moved their head back as if offended. "Not at all what i was going to say. You're so pretty. In a very unconventional way... but theres nothing wrong with how you look. Can i..." Their hands reach out to cup his face, but they keep their distance until they have permission.

He nods and suddenly they're holding him so gently, as if they're afraid he might break under their touch. And as they softly caress his scarred skin, Sal melts. In fact, he gets so lost in the moment that it takes him a moment to realize they're talking to him.

"Sal? You still with me here?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Yeah I'm just... processing. No one's ever really had anything nice to say about me taking this off. I mean they've never had a huge problem but they haven't... they haven't reacted like this."

"Can I kiss you?" The question is sudden, purely formed from y/n thinking out loud. It takes everything in them react at how shocked Sal looks.

"What?"

"i'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, I don't want to make you uncomfortable or mess up us being friends–"

"No no no, y/n. Yes. Please. For the love of all things good, please."

"Really?"

"Really."

That was all the confirmation y/n needed before their lips were connected. It was awkward, considering the scar tissue and the fact that it was very obviously Sal's first kiss, but it was sweet. When they pulled back, y/n rested their forehead against Sal's.

They smiled. "Hi."

"Hi."

"This what you expected when you asked me to come over?"

"Hoped? Maybe. Expected? Never."

"Learn to expect this every time I come over now."

[derrydyyke]

Letters.

tw; drug/alcohol abuse, suicidal ideation/attempt.

Monday, March 6th, 2017

Eddie,

I don't really know what to say here. My therapist (Ben & Bev finally got me to go. I don't really think it's working.) told me to try journaling, and I really did try but nothing came out. Imagine that, huh? Me, with absolutely nothing to say. So he told me to maybe try writing to a specific person. Like letters, I guess. That it might make it easier to come up with things to say. And I guess that part does make sense, I mean there are about a million things I wish I could say to you. Mostly just that I really fuckin miss you, man. He told me to write whenever I felt like drinking, or using. I told him that I don't think he understands that I'd be selling novels like Bill does if I wrote every single time I feel like that. So we agreed to at least try it on the extra hard nights. And today was six months since... Well, you know. I don't think I can say it yet. I feel sick when I try to talk about it. That's another thing we're working on. Um. Anyways, I guess I just wanna say that I miss you. I wish we had more time together. That fucking clown stole thirty years we all could've had with each other and then as soon as we found each other again it had to take you away from me for good. It's not fucking fair. Fuck this. Therapy and journaling is bullshit. It's not the same, It's not like I can actually talk to you. Now I'm just writing AND drinking. Shit. It's midnight already. At least that awful fucking day is over. Hey, Happy Birthday to me. Who thought I'd see 41? Not me, that's for sure. Especially after these past few months. Fuck Paul, dude, what am I even paying this guy for? I'm wrapping this up. There's a bottle of vikes and a bottle of Makers Mark calling my name. Goodnight, Eds. I can't fuckin' tell you enough how badly I wish you were here. You'd smack the shit out of me, maybe knock some sense into me. I know you would. You're the only one that could.

Thursday, March 23rd, 2017

Eds,

I read (some of) my last letter to you to Paul. Out loud. It was super uncomfortable and I hated it just like everything else about therapy. He said it was a good start (didn't know I was being graded???) but that I stopped and gave up as soon as I started to talk about what happened and like. My feelings and stuff. He wants me to "delve deeper" into some of that. I guess. I don't know. Who talks like that? I don't know how any of that is supposed to help. I spend 90% of my time trying not to feel those things and he just wants me to make casual small talk with my dead friend about it. Where do you think he got his degree? WebMD? Because I'm 100% sure that this letter alone will fuel my next bender. Let's see. I have.. a lot of feelings about everything that happened. And not a fucking clue on how to talk about a single one of them. I guess I'm still pretty angry at our friends, but if I say that then I'm somehow the asshole so I just don't. I'm sad, obviously. I mean you.. died. Jesus. I just realized I said it earlier too. That you're dead. That doesn't feel like progress, I think I'm gonna be fucking sick.

I'm back. Good thing I'm not really sending these to you. You'd be pretty upset about the vomit stains on the paper. You'd probably burn this. Anyways. Yeah, I guess you could say I'm a little fucked up over watching you get shish-kabobbed right on top of me. I only see it every time I close my eyes. And I always wake up half expecting to be right there again. Like. Like part of me never moved from that spot. I've walked around feeling kinda hollow my entire life. And when I saw you in the restaurant, it was the first time in so long that I felt whole again. And you were gone again so fuckin' fast. And now it's like. I have never felt more empty and alone in my entire life. Like it physically hurts somewhere in my chest when I think about you but at the same time I'm so afraid I'll forget you again. I don't want to forget you this time. No matter how badly it hurts to remember. I won't. Never again. I think I have to stop for now, I can't even see what I'm writing anymore. On the bright side, I'm so emotionally exhausted I don't even need to get high to go to sleep tonight. Goodnight, Eddie. I miss you. And I love you. Like really fucking love you. I've never told anyone that. But I guess that's for another letter. Night.

Wednesday, April 12th, 2017

Eddie,

I'm writing you from the hospital because our "friends" are a bunch of fucking assholes and so are these doctors. Ben found me asleep on my bathroom floor and called 911 (I know it sounds bad but I swear I just partied too hard, I would've been fuckin' fine with some water and a pop-tart.) The hospital wanted to admit me involuntarily, but apparently Bill called my parents and I mean how am I supposed to argue with my mom while she's crying because Ben opened his stupid mouth and said my lips were blue when he found me? It's all a bunch of dramatic bullshit and I just wanna go home and instead I'm stuck in here until the psychiatrist with the douchey haircut says I'm not a threat to myself. I haven't even spoken to my parents in the longest time. I didn't want them here. I don't want anyone here. The look on my mom's face when I told her I'd only stay if they left will probably stay with me forever. But hey, I'm not the one who dragged them all the way out here. Bill is such a dick.

Saturday, July 15th, 2017

Hey, Eds.

Sorry, I know it's been a while. I'm a little bit fucked up right now. Shit has been not so great. Rehab was fucking miserable, and a waste of time and money (as you can tell). A lot has happened these past few months. I completely bombed a couple of shows. I don't even remember the second one. But I saw the video. Pretty sure everyone has. It was pretty bad. That's okay though. I'm starting over. I fired my manager, Steve. He's a good guy, and when I fired him we'd been in the middle of an argument, but I guess he was trying to be helpful? I don't know. Everyone is on my ass about the drinking like I'm 16 or something. I'm an adult. That's not the point, it wasn't the reason I fired him. I fired him because I finally realized why I liked him so much. He reminds me of you. Like. So much, Eds, I can't believe I didn't notice sooner. I was searching for you even when I couldn't remember who you were anymore. I know I said it in my letter a few months ago, But I never really got to tell you so now all I can do is try. I love you, Eddie. I love you. I'm in love with you. And I don't know if you would've thought that's weird, or gross, or if you would've even ever spoke to me again if you'd known. But I still wish I told you. You deserved love that wasn't also manipulation or control or abuse. And I have so much love for you, always have and always will. And I was too much of a pussy to tell you. If I'm being honest, I still am. I don't think I'll ever come out. If you were alive, I probably wouldn't tell you even now. But I wish that I would. I wish I had. I don't think you ever would've looked at me that way but it's nice to imagine sometimes. The life we could've had. Maybe one of these nights I'll dream about that and not about what actually happened. Goodnight, Eddie, my love.

Wednesday, September 6th, 2017

Eddie,

It's been a year. Today marks one year since we lost you. This has easily been the worst year of my entire fucking life. I wish we would've just left. I wish we didn't listen when Bill and Mike came back and spewed all of that bullshit about a ritual that didn't fucking work anyways. You died anyways. And I'd give up the rest of my life for ten good years with you even with the "horrible death" that Bev saw. I don't care. I'd take it. I'd take anything over this. I'm so fucking lost, Eds. I don't know if I said this in my last letter, I stopped going to therapy. I fuckin' hated it. I hated therapy. And I'm still writing in this stupid little notebook to someone who will never even read it just because I am that lonely and pathetic. I'm all alone and I fucking miss you so god damn much. I miss you so much. I don't talk to any of our friends anymore. I think they're sick of me, and I don't blame them. Bev said she didn't want me around when the baby comes. Not like this. But I don't think there's another version of me in there anymore. I think this is all that's left.

My mom died. She died last week and the last time I spoke to her was in the hospital back in April, when her and my dad flew across the country to come be here for me and I told them to fucking leave or I would refuse treatment. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know who I am anymore. I don't know what to do. I wish you were here. All this time I've wished that I had more time to know you all grown up but now? Now I'm glad that at least you don't have to know me. I'm a horrible fucking person. All of our friends think so, and my mom died wondering where she went wrong. I hope you thought I was cool for those couple of days, even if you were wrong.

"Hello, This is Beverly Marsh. Thank you for calling. I sincerely apologize for missing your call..."

"Hello, you've reached Ben Hanscom at Hanscom Architecture. I'm unable to come to the phone right now..."

"Hi, you've reached Mike Hanlon. Leave a message..."

"Hey, this is Bill Denbrough. Thanks for reaching out. I'm busy at the moment, but if you leave your name, number, and message, I'll return your call."

"Bill, H-Hey, It's uh. It's Richie. Call me back, man."

"Hey, this is Bill Denbrough. Thanks for reaching out. I'm busy at the moment, but if you leave your name, number, and message, I'll return your call."

"Bill? It's Richie again. Call me back when you get this. Please. I know it's been a while and things have been.. Just call me."

"Hey, this is Bill Denbrough. Thanks for reaching out. I'm busy at the moment, but if you leave your name, number, and message, I'll return your call."

"Bill, It's Richie. I'm suh-sorry. I'm so sorry. Please pick up, man. Please call me back, I really need you."

"Hey, this is Bill Denbrough. Thanks for reaching out. I'm busy at the moment, but if you leave your name, number, and message, I'll return your call."

"Come on, I'll do anything. I'll do anything, Bill, just please p-pick up the fuckin' phone. Please. One more chance. Please I can't do this anymore. I can't live like this anymore. I can't do it. I ruined everything, and I'm all alone and I'm fuckin' scared, man, Can you just--"

"Hey, this is Bill Denbrough. Thanks for reaching out. I'm busy at the--"

"Fuck!"

Friday, January 12th, 2018

Eddie,

You would be so fuckin' mad at me right now. Like for a lot of things but especially for this. I just want to say that I'm sorry. When you died, For a whole day before I left Derry I told myself that I wouldn't let you saving my life go to waste. That I would live my life to the fullest because you couldn't anymore. That I owed it to you. And at the time I really meant it. I really wanted to honor you. Like I said, that lasted about a day. Life without you in it when I couldn't remember you was pretty miserable. Life without you in it now that I remember, now that I know you existed and that you're gone now, it's fucking unbearable. I've become unbearable. I can't stand it here, I can't stand myself, none of the people I love can stand me anymore. I'm never going to move past this and I've fought everyone who tried to help me move past it tooth and nail. I'm not going to get better and that's on me. I just don't have it in me. And everyone who tries to help me just gets hurt because I'm a fucking prick. So.. I think I should probably just do the world a favor and wrap things up here. I think it would be best. I hate the world and the world hates me back (at least we have that in common.) Nobody really knows what comes next. But if there is a heaven and a hell, I'm afraid I might not see you. So I guess this is goodbye, again. I love you, Eddie. I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I wanted to get it right. I don't think I ever stood a chance if I'm being totally honest. I've never really felt like I belonged here anyways. Not in a long time. I was scared earlier. Called Bill, and Bev, and Ben, and Mike a bunch of times. They don't answer anymore, and I guess I understand. I do. I do understand. I wouldn't want me around anymore either. But anyways, I'm not afraid anymore. I actually feel kind of relieved that it's over, or about to be. No more nightmares, or withdrawals, or making my friends or my parents cry. It'll finally all be over. And when I drift off, I'll think of you, Eds. I'm always thinking of you. I love you. I'm sorry. Goodnight.

"Bottoms up." Richie sighed. Not bothering with a glass this time as he tipped the bottle of bourbon back and practically chugged it, chasing a few Vicodin. He spent the next few minutes crushing the pills against the coffee table in the hotel room into dust and snorting them. Occasionally stopping for another swig from his bottle. Once he was all out of Vicodin, and half way done with the bourbon, He stood up.

"Woah..." He stumbled, Catching himself on the dresser. He felt everything coming back up, but he swallowed it again. Shaking his head stubbornly.

"No. No, It's time. I'm fucking-- I'm doing this. Don't fuck this up." He said to nobody in particular, voice slurring. Taking a few shaky breaths and stabilizing himself. He turned on some music to try and distract from the ringing in his ears, drinking some more. He drank until the room was spinning, and then he kept going. Hardly making it across the room to get to the balcony, knocking things over on his way. His hands were shaking so hard, lighting a cigarette took more than one try, but he managed. Staring at the midnight sky and rocking back and forth where he sat on the balcony, letting the numbness overtake him. Originally, when he'd stood back up, it was to try and head back inside. Maybe draw a bath, or curl up and drift off to an eternal sleep in the king size bed. Instead, He used the railing of the balcony to pull himself to his feet, stared at the sky for another minute, wiped his tears and climbed right over. And then he let go.

There was a loud, gut wrenching, sickening crack. And Richie awoke with a start, gasping. Jolting awake in the hammock across from Eddie, limbs flailing as he tried to catch himself before realizing he wasn't.. falling? Not only was he not falling, He wasn't in California and he was suddenly years younger than he'd been a moment ago. What. The fuck?

"Richie. Hey. Are you okay?" Richie's eyes went wide as he turned his head towards the voice that couldn't possibly belong to,

"Stanley.." He breathed, disbelief, breath starting to pick up. Eyes immediately shifting to the boy pressed snugly into the hammock with him.

"Eds.." His voice cracked, breathing faster, tears spilling over before he could even feel them coming. Hardly noticing the way every pair of eyes in the clubhouse was on him, full of concern.

"Woah, R-Richie, Hey. W-What's--"

"I'm sorry, guys. I'm so fucking sorry. God, I'm so sorry for everything, for all of it, I--" He cried so hard it was difficult to understand him.

"What are you t-talking about?" Bill asked, genuinely baffled and extremely worried.

"Yeah, Rich, What's going on?" Bev asked softly, hand going to rest on his shoulder. He jumped the second it made contact.

"Don't-- Don't touch me, please, don't touch me. I'm sorry. I'm-- Jesus fuck, I can't--"

"Richie, breathe.." Stan soothed.

"I'm not supposed to be here.."

"What?"

"I thought I was gonna die." Richie sobbed.

The others looked at each other in concern and what was slowly becoming panic. Not sure what prompted this or how to help. Seeing Richie cry was pretty rare. But this was.. It was more than his occasional sniffly, watery eyes, wobbly pouted lip and abrasive attempts to deflect. This was a breakdown like they'd never seen before, Especially not from him. He was crying so hard, he was literally gasping for air as Stan tried to soothe him and help him breathe. The other thing that didn't sit right with a single one of them was how the most physically affectionate of the group of them had suddenly reacted to physical contact like it'd burned him. Nobody knew what to do.

Least of all Richie. Was this some kind of sick joke?

Or was it a second chance?

[kimoralov3]

dating chad meeks martin

a/n: this is completely self indulgent. i have literally been driving myself crazy the past 10 days thinking about this man. so if you don't agree with some of this, that's cool. but keep it to yourself mkay 😁

warnings: cursing, the slightest of scream vi spoilers, there are no pronouns used for reader

this man right here

you would think that he would be just your stereotypical jock when it comes to courting right???

well as proven in scream vi, you'd be fucking wrong

this man is literally so sweet it makes your teeth rot

for example

not long after the two of you met (y'all have english together or some shit) he knew he had a crush on you

so obviously he's gonna come up with an excuse to hang out with you because the two of you have barely even had a real conversation

and luckily for him, y'all's teacher assigned some partnered project

and before anyone could even ATTEMPT to ask you to be their partner chad was right beside you

and that's how it all began

even after the two of you were done with the project (you got an a), chad was still finding excuses to hang out with you

he noticed that you missed out on a class for some reason?? he took publication-worthy notes so he could stop by your dorm and give them to you

and then would proceed to stay over so he could go into further detail about the things you might still be confused on

there's a really big test coming up?? he'll meet you every day leading up to the test at 3:30 to help you study

doesn't even matter if he has the class or not, he just enjoys being around you

mindy definitely bullies him about taking too long to make an actual move

and as much as he would hate to admit it, she has a point

so one day after school, he stops by your favorite cafe and gets you your favorite drink and pastry because if he chickens out, at least he has an excuse as to why he was there

you were in your usual spot at the library, reading up on some material from the beginning of the semester

chad sits across from you and the two of you just kinda chill for like 30 minutes

chad takes that time to really plan out what he was going to say, cuz he'd be damned if he fucked up his shot

he goes on this like ramble about how he was interested in you from the moment he laid eyes on you, and how he'd make up stupid excuses to come see you

y'know cute shit like that

he'd end his little speech by flat-out saying the words i like you, but he'd also say that he understands if you need some time to think about his words

turns out that he didn't have to worry about that tho because you literally jumped across the table and kissed him

best way to say yes ever

anyways y'all were officially together after that and he could not be happier

some people might think that he'd stop all the sweet shit he was doing before, but no

in fact he does it even more now, saying that he wanted to cause you happiness as much as possible

you'd spend a lot of time in his dorm, cuddled up and watching movies and things

he'd also insist that you'd wear his hoodies and his letterman jacket, because "you just look so cute in them"

he'd make a point of the two of you going out on a date at least twice a month because again, he loves spoiling you

also he is definitely the protective boyfriend type

but not in like an icky toxic way

he'd step in at a party if he noticed that someone was making you uncomfortable

and it'd only get physical if the person refused to back off

like when he was about to fight that guy that was tryna sleep with tara? yeah he'd 100% do that for you without a moment's hesitation

one of his favorite things to say is that he's lucky to of found you

all in all he's literally the best fucking boyfriend ever and the two of you will never let each other go

[thesakuragarnet]

that one Rihanna song

(my first attempt at writing a mini fic/drabble on here! Hope y'all enjoy <3)

Summary: You can stay under my umbrella.

Tags: DabiHawks fluff, Swearing, some Geten slander lol

Word Count: 1,246 words

It’s raining. Dabi hates the rain…at least…he does now. When he was a kid, the rain didn’t always bother him. It felt soothing, and it made his Quirk easier to use with the water pouring over the subtle burns on his skin. Now, though…the rain is dangerous…at least for the next twenty-four hours after he’s replaced his staples…which is the case today. He curses under his breath as he stands under the overhang facing the courtyard. The one part of the Gunga Mountain Villa that wasn’t connected to the main building was where he needed to be…soon. Normally, he wouldn’t care that he was gonna be late…but this was his Regiment meeting…and if Geten started without him…who knows what the fuck he would say. Dabi chews on his bottom lip, staring at the downpour, crossing his arms over his chest and subtly tapping his foot. If he walks out there…he might not make it to the meeting and could be spending the night in the infirmary…which would so not help the fact that Geten was trying to make him look weak every chance he got. If he missed the meeting, the exact same thing would happen…Geten would shit-talk him and go on his extremist rant. The rain doesn’t look like it’s stopping anytime soon either. Dabi inhales sharply, eyebrows furrowing…he can’t make up his mind, and he simply stares. 

“Dabi?”

The voice startles him, and he twitches, unmoving. He thought the stupid bird would’ve left by now. He had his debrief with Twice this morning, and their next rendezvous wasn’t for a few more days. Dabi remains silent, but Hawks approaches him, stopping beside him and following his gaze. 

“Sure is peaceful up here with the rain and all, huh? I could take it or leave it, though. Don’t fly as well in this kinda weather,” Hawks shrugs, laughing, as if trying to get some sort of reaction. Dabi doesn’t flinch but shuffles uncomfortably. Hawks recognizes in an instant that he’s hiding something. His eyes scan the villain, calculating but not cold. His pupils soften in his golden irises when he catches the sheen of the staples…new staples. 

“You can’t really go out there either…can you?” Hawks mutters, just loud enough for Dabi to hear. The villain stiffens and swallows, keeping his eyes forward, trained on the roof of the enormous training facility hidden at the edge of the forest. Hawks puts two and two together in his brain, cocking his head in a very bird-like manner before looking at his watch.

“Isn’t your meeting in like…five minutes?” 

Dabi blinks, wondering why the stupid Pro Hero would remember something as frivolous as his schedule. He only mentioned it in passing a couple weeks ago when they moved their training up in the day-to-day schedule. Maybe he should stop being so loose-lipped around him. After all, he still didn’t really trust Hawks. The Pro’s nose twitches; he’s obviously becoming increasingly annoyed at being ignored. 

FWISH!

Suddenly, a shadow falls over Dabi, and he looks to see that Hawks’ feathers have diverted to his left wing, making it broader and longer; he’s raised it up in a curve over Dabi’s head, like an outstretched umbrella. Hawks takes off his headphones and slips them into one of his many jacket pockets. 

“C’mon. I’ll walk you over there,” He beams, flashing that perfect Hollywood-esque set of teeth in a genuine smile. Dabi glares down at him. Was this pity? A form of control? Whatever it was, it made Dabi…feel things…he wasn’t sure what to call them…positive or negative. It made his emotions twist in his chest…emotions that he’s been trying oh so very hard to hide in front of his comrades. This facade that he’s built up to hide his true identity…surely this HPSC pawn isn’t cracking it? 

“I know how much you hate the ice bastard, so the last thing you wanna do is be late, yeah?” Hawks grins, eyes practically glowing behind his golden visor. Dabi bites his tongue, mind swirling. Hawks is exactly right…but he’ll never say it to his face. Dabi takes a deep breath, looking down at his muddy black boots. 

“Not a word of this…to anyone. Got it?” Dabi snaps under his breath, his voice a little shaky. 

‘Why is it shaky?’ 

“You have my word,” Hawks chuckles, motioning for Dabi to make the first move. Dabi freezes. What if this was all a ploy for Hawks to leave him stranded in the rain? The Pro can’t be that stupid…he’d be fried chicken in a snap if he did that. Still…it’s so hard to trust…well…anyone. 

Dabi closes his eyes and takes a step forward…only for Hawks to step forward in synchrony. Something deep inside him seems to untangle, and a near-silent breath of relief falls from Dabi’s lips. Hawks’ smile seems to widen as they walk side by side, and he looks up at the sky as the rain starts to soak his hair, matting the fur on his jacket. Dabi raises an eyebrow. 

“You could shield yourself, too, y’know,” He scoffs, but Hawks shrugs. 

“I don’t mind it. Besides. More coverage for you,” He sighs, closing his eyes as he stares at the clouds, almost like he’s reminiscing. Their boots splash on the muddy trail as they make their way down the path to the off-site training building. 

“Why’d you stay?” Dabi blurts, partially from paranoia and partially from pure curiosity. Hawks huffs. 

“Knew it was gonna downpour. Planned on waiting until it clears up this evening. Should be clear skies by the time your session ends,” He remarks. “Like I said…don’t fly as well in the rain.”

Dabi sniffs, arms pinned tightly to his body, trying to make himself as small as he can under the protection of Hawks’ wing. He hates how vulnerable he feels. If Hawks ever brings this up again, he’ll have to make sure he knows his place. Then again…the Pro Hero is just as vulnerable, particularly to the elements. Some of his scraggly blonde hair is plastered to his forehead, and his jacket sags against his body. Though it’s a small gesture, in some way, he’s making a sacrifice for Dabi…and Touya almost gasps when he realizes it. He can’t remember the last time that happened…even on a small scale. It was…it must’ve been before the accident…if at all. Dabi’s throat suddenly feels tighter, and he swallows as the subtle sting beneath his eyes threatens to creep up. He can’t cry over this. That would be the end of it. The end of everything. He pushes it down, keeping his breathing even, suffocating his emotions until the sting disappears entirely. He won’t let the facade crumble…especially not because of some Pro…more specifically, some Pro who idolizes his father.

Within a blink, they’ve reached the bottom of the hill, and there’s an overhang just outside. Dabi leers up at one of Skeptic’s security cameras that pivots to face them, and he promptly flicks it off. Hawks chuckles at the gesture and stops once they’re sheltered from the rain. Promptly, Hawks lifts his wing to the side, careful to prevent any water from splashing off his feathers and landing on Dabi. 

“Well. You’ve got thirty seconds to get through that door. Shouldn’t be too hard on your own,” Hawks winks playfully, and Dabi’s eyes narrow. In the back of his mind, he almost says thank you, but, instead, he just turns on his heel and walks to the door.

END

P.S. Toga and Twice totally saw them from one of the Villa windows and asked Dabi all about it.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

HI AGAIN!!!! IT'S HEADCANON TIME YAYYYY 🥳

okay so because it was mentioned in your latest fic (and also kinda in We bleed together) I've decided to talk about Ellie/Sarah's reaction to you and Joel expecting a child.

Now I'm going to write one general headcanon with Ellie but it could work for both (with slight differences but really not enough to make two different parts) and it's easier for me to just have one name and to juggle with both lol

So!!! I think Ellie would be shocked at first but still really happy. It does feel nice to her that she'll have a tiny human she can call brother/sister and it feels...normal, you know? Normal, family stuff.
She's very curious and asks you loads of questions about how you feel, how big is the baby, etc...
She loves seeing Joel all weird out around you, even in the beginning of your pregnancy he's constantly making sure you're not wearing yourself out (he gets a bit overdramatic but it's just love, okay?) and he turns into mush, really and Ellie keeps making fun of him because "where did old grumpy Joel go??!!?!!?!?!?" 
Also when you're far enough in your pregnancy, Ellie adores your little belly, she loves putting her hands and trying to feel the baby's kicks, she loves chatting with them, even reading children stories or telling them about the newest school project she has
It's truly an endearing sight, both for you and Joel to see Ellie so happy to feel like a big sister and really, fully integrated in your little family.
But then...then the worry starts. She realizes that soon, a tiny half you/half Joel will be here and obviously you'll love that baby unconditionally because they're yours. Yeah, they're yours, you made them and carrying them and you have a bond that's unbreakable.
So what about her?
She never doubted your love for her but with this new baby coming...does it mean she'll be less of your child? Because obviously, the child would become a priority as they're actually your and Joel's kid and not some random child they found. And she starts worrying.
She's so attached to both you, she can't lose you. She already lost everyone around her and after coming to Jackson, you've finally managed to settle some sort of stability and family routine and now it's all going to change.
Ellie becomes quieter and quieter, she distances herself. It's her own little coping mechanism, trying to get away so that when you end up distancing from her, It won't hurt as much. She loses that little spark of hers, asks less questions about the baby and whenever they're mentioned she either doesn't say anything or straight up ignores the topic, leaving the room.
Obviously, you and Joel realize something's up with her. At first you think something happened to her at school or someone's bothering her. Joel tries to talk to her when they're both together, shows he's here and you do the same but still, she withdraws into herself and doesn't seem to want to talk to either of you
You get seriously worried. Who's hurting your baby girl to that point? And when you're starting to think about the nursery, you notice how she stays away, leaves the house when you're decorating, stuff like that. You quickly put two and two together and realize that she's somehow uncomfortable with the arrival of the baby.
She's kinda having that first-child syndrome and although you didn't expect it, it's here and you have to deal with it. Joel's the first one to attempt an approach, taking her on a hike, just him and her. She's quiet at first but soon, the old Ellie resurfaces and she lights up when he mentions missing her puns. He eases her in, goes back to a more... well-known ground for the two of them and then subtly mentions the baby. Ellie shuts up like a clam. 
But Joel doesn't give up. He keeps digging slowly and then mentions how he felt when his mama told him about Tommy. Ellie relate to his words, she feels exactly the same way. And that makes her feel more comfortable. "It's okay, Joel knows how I feel so I can confide into him" kind of. 
She struggles a bit with voicing her emotions but it's alright, her and Joel seem to speak their own little language anyway. She admits being scared that the arrival of a baby—your baby— will make her less your kid because in comparison, well...she isn't really your child. She's kind of possessive as well, you know? But really out of fear of losing you, losing the bond you have as soon as the baby's born. And Joel listens, he doesn't judge, he just lets her speak.
-🪷

Mkay... there is a lot to unpack here.

The first thing that spiraled in my head was how you would tell Ellie that you were pregnant. Like I would imagine you and Joel keeping it a secret for a bit. Not wanting to get her hopes up and make her all excited and then for something to go wrong and take all the happiness away from her. But when you finally are ready to share... and idk why but I feel like it would be getting to the colder season so you would knit El bug a sweater to wear and like hand it to her after dinner. But between her sweater would be a much much smaller baby sweater that matched her one. And Ellie would be so confused looking at it for some time, until she would lift her head up like, "Is this what I think it is? Because they say that there are two things you can't ask a female and...". Of course add a quick "oh so he can actually still get you pregnant", that would of course earn a big growl from Joel.

But just as you said, I think at first it would all be amazing. She would be excited. Caring and supportive. Seeing this as an additional task to help you. So like stopping by the bakery to pick your favorite treats, restocking your snack boxes, making sure you have water with you all the time. And just as much as Joel tracking and monitoring the growth of your bump. But the sickness that has you practically in bed obviously takes away the mutually shared time you two are used to having and all of the sudden Ellie finds herself more alone. The house is quieter because you are mostly in your bedroom and it kind of hits her then. That she would just be an add on. That technically nothing hold her here. Is she really family?

So I do agree that it would be Joel who would approach Ellie first. Especially because he sees the shift in her behavior the most because he's now caring for her more. Like she is so much quieter when he's helping her out with some homework. No, scratch that. Ellie doesn't even ask for help anymore and if Joel pops in by her room to ask if she needs help she just shakes her head. So yes, Joel would be the first to kind of "drag" her into the more familiar surroundings for them both. A hike seems like a wonderful idea and so with that endless dad love that he has, he would slowly make her open up.

And I LOVE the I was once in your shoes thingy. That I also needed to become an older sibling. Because that's not only him saying-I know how you feel, I understand your doubts, I know the fears, you cab count on me. But that's him saying. You are a family. You are our first child. You will be a sibling, not just someone random person to the baby. And I think that would be so powerful.

[bitchimasnake-sss]

☆ meddle about!

synopsis: sae itoshi was the man for you. there was not one single game of his that you had missed. so, obviously when you had bumped into itoshi rin in that halloween party, you asked him to introduce you to sae. of course, he can. the only problem is that the younger itoshi needs a favour for a favour. pairing: afab!reader x itoshi rin [aged up.] wc: 4.5k cw: NOT PROOFREAD. WRITTEN JUST CAUSE. MDNI. includes: cunnilingus, blowjob, overstimulation, rin's kinda dark at the start, fwb-ish, they're both lowkey dumb and rin's COMMUNICATION ISSUES 🗣️🔊. that's it <3 part 02. m.list

"oh my god, are you itoshi rin?" were the very first words you had uttered when you had bumped into the pro-soccer player the very first time.

he quirked up an eyebrow at your recognition and the dim lighting overhead paled his sculpted face. his lower lashes casted streaky shadows on the plane of his cheeks as he dragged his drink up to his lips. his eyes locked onto yours and he just...nodded at you, as if examining you, "hm."

"holy shit, you're..." your words pitched up at his confirmation, "s-sae itoshi's brother?!"

and something so seemingly innocent in those words made rin pause mechanically. his joints ached, jaw clenching mindlessly as he allowed himself to linger his drink close to his lips.

eyeing you, he vaguely wondered if you could tell his knuckles were whitening against the flimsy glass in his palms, whether you could see as his eyes turn spiteful? could you tell the throbbing build-up in his temple at the mention of his brother?

but of course you couldn't, staring at him so fucking doe-eyed.

so utterly giddy at the idea of getting to see sae, you didn't even bother taking in rin's appearance — of his absolute disgust at your enquiry — and kept looking at him with those seemingly innocent eyes. were you so stupid or was sae so much greater than him?

truth be told, rin didn't want to find out the answer eitherways.

nonethless, he pressed his lips into a thin line, words a soft clash against the glass on his lips, "that's me, yeah. sae's... brother."

"oh my god," you clasped your hands together, your cleavage peeking through the sultry outfit you had put on for the halloween night. irises molded into hearts, you leaned towards rin, "is sae around?"

you kept babbling. something about being sae's biggest fan and never missing even one match of his, something about football or whatever. whatever. really, whatever.

because how was itoshi rin supposed to pay attention as that skin-tight fabric practically clung onto your body like a second skin? the dips, the highs and lows, all highlighted so clearly against the thin fabric, so, how was itoshi rin not supposed to check you out? how was itoshi rin not supposed to burn up with jealousy as you still kept raving on and on and on about his goddamn fucking brother.

his grasp on the glass tightened, the object feeling so utterly weak under his strong hold. you kept looking at him, expecting him to say: yes! sae is here. wanna meet him? or some equally stupid shit.

but of course, he didn't say that. instead, he cleared his throat and brought his gaze up to your eyes.

"no," rin finally admitted, putting his glass down at the counter behind him with reckless abandon, "he didn't come."

"oh," you grew quieter, "he didn't?"

and something about the way your giddy eyes downturned made rin shift uncomfortably in his clothing. it made him feel... good? he tugged at the fitted black shirt, tried to shift it around so as to ignore the soft disappointment in your voice — tried to ignore, yes — cause your pathetic whines were going straight to his dick.

he grew half-disgusted at himself.

what the fuck was he doing? toying with some girl over his older brother? this was so utterly childish that it wasn't even rin itoshi anymore but... when your saddened eyes met his, he couldn't lie it lit something within him that had been in deep slumber — this burning curiosity, this desire, this utter need to have you ruined under his palms till you forgot who the fuck sae itoshi even was.

"you guys don't go to parties together?" you asked again, your hands falling limply down so to show your disappointment physically.

"yeah," he nodded, words somehow lighter at your distraught state, "we don't. "

"yeah, well i guess.. that makes sense." you smiled nonetheless, trying to be polite. "well, it was fun meeting you though, rin. have fun, see ya later."

you walked away, your hips swaying as the fabric bunched and shifted across the swell of your hips and ass. the dim lighting bathed you in a enticing, forbidden glow and how was rin itoshi not supposed to have you whole for himself? sae be damned. sae be fucking damned.

"wait." rin's heavy voice reached you and you looked over your shoulder to meet his teal eyes in the crowded party. he inched closer, snaking his way just as easily as he did on the field. the crowd faded away behind steady rhythms and flickering lights with each step nearer to you.

his cool words blared over the song playing in the background, "do you want to meet sae?"

alcohol pounding through your body rather than blood, limbs carrying themselves light-weight as you wrapped an arm around your own self at his question. dumbfounded, you asked, "what?"

his voice was soft against the heated atmosphere, "you wanna meet sae?"

drawing your hazy gaze upto him, you blinked slowly. then, spluttering and confused, you nodded, "c-can i?"

"yeah," rin nodded, his velvety voice dragging against your skin, "but... you know both him and i are busy, right?"

you nodded dumbfoundedly as if it was obvious how busy they might be, being international players and all.

"hm," rin hummed, his gaze faltering against your smooth skin before he composed himself to meet your eyes, "i can help you meet sae, but..."

"but...?" you repeated slowly.

he leaned in, his words so soft against the loud background music, "i need something in return." he pulled back again, meeting your eyes unabashed, "y'know what i want?"

and with the way his fingers were digging into your wrist so warm, the way his words were playing against your soft skin so desperately, you didn't need to ask him twice. voice breathy, you inched closer to him, "y-yes?"

★ the first meet. pucker up your lips and pay-up!

"play it cool." his cool voice reverberated through the luxurious, polished car interiors. a hand kneaded at your hips so softly despite his gruff words, despite his desperate ruts into the cool air.

"i know! 'm not stupi—" you tried to reason, but rin pulled your face downwards, pushing his erection past your lips. shit.

the man almost collapsed backwards in the driver's seat as your sultry tongue came in contact with his hot tip. a wayward shiver passed him by and he raked his skilled hands through your hair to move your pretty, glossed lips over his shaft.

"ri—" your words were mere mumbles around him, the sounds choked up by his sheer girth in your mouth.

"shh, don't talk." the man rasped, softly pulling at your scalp to guide you to take him in further.

your eyes climbed up his figure — up his half-open trousers, his black shirt that was tugged upwards to flash you his milky v-line and abs so so sinfully, up his flushed face and fluttering eyelashes.

as your eyes bore into his teal-hued ones, you sucked on his tip. feeling the salty pre on your tongue, you swirled your tongue and rin brought up a hand to his pretty eyes so as to shield himself from your utterly lewd view.

as he caught his bottom lip by his teeth, groans caught so lewdly in his throat, you found your panties soak. the slick beaded at your throbbing core, dripping the fabric so obscenely as you sucked off your favourite player's younger brother.

your breaths synced — his stuttered and yours muffled — as did your action. each slow, thorough suck off earned you restless rutting off his hips. for a internationally recognized footballer who was known for his command on the field, rin itoshi was uncharacteristically malleable under your mouth and tongue.

"fuck—" he sucked in a harsh breath, eyes clenching harder and he gripped the dashboard in front of him in a vain effort to collect his composure.

as his breath grew more laboured, your thighs squirmed and pressed together. the adorable matching set you had adorned this morning seemed to wet itself to ruination as rin's hips snapped up and thrusted his erection further into your mouth.

technically, this situation shouldn't even make you feel half as aroused as you do right now. he was using you by dangling sae itoshi like a prize in front of you but... how did it even matter? how did it even matter as his hips stuttered uncharacteristically and he forced your head down to further accommodate himself within your hot mouth? how did it matter as his cum spluttered down your throat and he groaned out a mixtures of pretty words — none of your name, though.

eyes boring into his, you saw the player huff out masked symphonies as sweat beaded across his forehead. you let go of his cock with an experienced pop, putting on a display for the man that just came undone with your mouth alone.

"so—" he stopped himself, trying to clear his throat. you kept looking up at him, knee deep in the passenger seat as if awaiting feedback.

"uh..." rin swept his heady gaze across your pretty face, "that was good..?"

"thankyou..?" you smiled a bit lopsided before dragging yourself up to sit beside him on the passenger seat. you waited a minute, taking in the intoxicating smell of sex in the car before looking at rin sideways, "should we go in?"

"y-yeah, we will." the man cleared his throat again, looking out of the parking lot, "give me a moment. i- need to look decent."

"are you sure we can keep sae waiting?" you asked so innocently that it had rin clenching his fist. fuck sae!

"yeah, 's not like he's some celebrity?" rin bit back, and you itched to correct him by reminding that sae itoshi was indeed, a celebrity. but you didn't. instead, shutting up and waiting patiently like he asked.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨

"sae," rin called out to his older brother, making the redhead look over his shoulder.

"finally." the former u-20 star-player followed you two with his cold gaze, "you finally show up. been waiting here forever."

"sorry," rin said, though it felt as though a formality, "got caught up with something." and you didn't miss the side-eye rin gave you with those words.

"anyways," rin pulled your chair back, making an effort to be the one seated next to you in that four-dining table, "this is my friend, say hello."

"oh?" the older itoshi gave you a polite smile as if noticing you the first time since you both came, "nice to meet you, i'm sae itoshi." as if he needed to introduce himself?!

"hi!" you tried to hide the obviously feral grinning threatening to break across your lips. you should play it cool. even though you were meeting your most favourite player, the person you had adored for longer than you could remember, you should still really play it cool! that's what rin had said, afterall.

you tried to command the slight stammer in your voice, "i- um, love you-" a sharp elbow under the table from rin had you reeling your words back, "i-not you, but like your gameplays."

"oh?" sae nodded, clasping his hands together as if scrutinizing you, "you watch soccer?"

"i do." you nodded, albeit a bit too excited despite the recent fuck-up, "and i totally love your team."

"have you ever seen us in person?" the man asked politely, and you clasped your hands together in excitement, "not yet but i've been saving up! hopefully soon!!"

you leaned forward to ask another stupid question and rin's heated gaze fell to your chest. the soft swell fell forward through the sundress you wore and even though it shouldn't fucking matter, rin itoshi almost clenched his fists under the table at the prospect of his brother catching that view — almost as if it was reserved for only him.

the redhead smiled politely, and rin stared daggers at sae so that he may not stare at your chest. the redhead nodded, oblivious to your tempting cleavage, "that's really nice of you. if you ever come, please do meet us after the game."

"is this an official permission?" you asked, laughing and sae shrugged, "of course, and i always give priorities to rin's friends."

sae momentarily looked at rin, only to find the raven-head staring at him. rin itoshi commanded his eyes to convey an important message to his brother: do NOT stare at her tits or so god help me.

meanwhile, is he still going through his emo phase? sae wondered, i thought that ended at 16?

eitherways, through mismatched telepathy and much polite chit-chat, the lunch ended. rin itoshi was even kind enough to drop you to your apartment, claiming that it was rude to let you go alone.

that's it. that's the reason. because it was rude and rin itoshi was a gentleman. no other reason.

atleast that's what rin itoshi himself wanted to believe.

★ the second meet. no.1 fan (of that kitty)!

"no fucking way." you punctuated each word with a slight more widening of your eyes.

"is it that big of a fuckin' deal?" the younger itoshi quipped up, leaning back on his couch as he stared up at you. "it's lukewarm shit."

"for you, maybe?!" your voice pitched up, eyes staring onto that seemingly-normal piece of paper that had your name, business class and flight details: TOKYO -> SPAIN. etched onto it, "you brought me tickets to sae's next football match?" you mouthed the next words as if they were forbidden, "biz-ness cl-a-ss?"

you were pacing in rin's penthouse — because he insisted, it was a 'pap-free zone' — as he was perched upon his couch and dismissed your arguments with a flick of his finger.

"for the nth time, no." rin slowed his tone as if you were dumb, sitting up straighter on his couch, "i get these tickets for free and i thought i'd just give it to you because you were dying for them."

"but, seri-seriously?!"

"they don't cost me shit." the man huffed, looking up at you through half-lidded gaze, "why would i spend my own money on you? it's not like you're my girlfriend."

"i-i am not." you nodded, your voice wavering but your argument strong as ever, "but, still, you don't have to—"

"—who says i'm doing it out of the goodwill of my heart?" rin cut you off, and his words spent the gears of your brain churning. oh.

"we have an arrangement," he raised an eyebrow, "or did you forget?"

"i didn't." you paused, and before he could ask you, you put the ticket down on the coffee table and brought your hairtie up to your hair to tie it up.

rin observed you, like a predator awaiting its prey — manspreaded on the couch, leaning back, observing and observing — before muttering, "what are you doing?"

"y-you want a blowjob... right?" your hands stilled in your hair, mouth falling ajar slowly, "right?"

"no."

"th-then?" scenarios ran through your mind, blood rushing so fast through every nerve-tip that you almost felt light-headed at his intentions. he didn't wanna fuck fuck you, right?

rin itoshi stood up, walking towards you with a gleaming hunger lingering in his eyes. your breath hitched, feet planted helplessly onto one place as he drew closer. as he stared you down, your voice wavered, "w-what?"

your mouth grew dry at his silence and you tried to retain a little of what was left of your sanity by babbling, "i- i'm not ready for—"

"—for?" rin repeated, amused at your disheveled state. and you just swallowed, meeting his eyes almost dazed, "i don't know."

at your blunt statement, rin laughed; something breathy and quiet, "what're you babbling on about?"

"i- dunno..?" feeling somewhat stupid at his dismissive state.

his eyes were fierce and a sharp look from you to the couch had desire pooling through your jelly-like limbs, "on the couch. now."

the next you knew, rin itoshi had his thick arms against your thighs in a lethal chokehold. your soft skin felt like it'll bruise against his unrelenting grip as his nose rubbed against your throbbing, wet clit and his tongue fucked in and out of your dripping, velvety hole. his eyes were closed in bliss, only fluttering eyelashes and a deep blush left in his wake — oh, and three orgasms that had you as fucked out as a ragdoll!

"r-rin," you gasped, fingers tugging at his strands so utterly desperate to make him stop except... not really. you didn't want the warm sensation of his breath against your hot core to stop or for his fingers to stop kneading at the fat of your thigh, and you definitely didn't want him to stop fucking you out at the tip of his tongue. but nonetheless, with no purpose whatsoever, you called out for him in a wrecked mewl, "ri-rin."

"hm?" he felt his careless affirmation vibrate against your overstimulated cunt, the result of which had you clenching around his tongue so hotly. you writhed under him, you called out his name, your nails dug within his scalp and truth be told, all of it went straight to his aching dick.

see, rin itoshi considered himself to be a man who's head was screwed on straight. he didn't get flustered, he didn't lose control, nor did he lose sight of his goal but now... it felt like the man was thinking more out of his lewd appendage than his head. he was holding onto his sanity just so barely, holding onto his sanity just by avoiding looking at you.

rin knew if he opened his eyes and saw your face all flushed and wrecked and he realized he was the cause of your ruination then he may or may not lose his mind entirely. clenching his eyes shut and making you cum on his tongue for the nth time was a much more pleasant option — no, much more self-respectable option.

"rin, rin, rin— i c-can't. ple-please c'mon— riN!" his name fell past your lips like a chant and your back arched against the expensive couch once again. toes curled, voice hoarse, nails dug into his scalp, and rin felt like he was the one getting overstimulated beyond belief with the way you squirmed against him and tried to break apart.

"stay still." rin husked, his voice so foreign even to himself as he dived in and latched his lips against your inviting, swollen clit. you tasted divine, and the man rut his hips desperately against the fabric of his sweats to come undone with nothing more than your moans and your taste.

as you came, your essence pooled out of you and rin lapped at the nectar as if he had been a man ravished and you had been the last meal on earth. when your body slumped and rin was done with his torture, he sat back for barely a moment before... running to the bathroom..?

no words exchanged, no compliments or reassurance or nothing?! the younger itoshi just ran to the bathroom?!

"r-rin?" your weak voice called after the pro-player as he abandoned you in your sweaty, spent stage. you tried again, only to be left to your own company without even a reply back from him.

you knew what rin itoshi wanted from you was physical but to leave you like this?! this wasn't even the 'a' of aftercare?! what. the. fuck???

but even if you wanted to judge him, your body had simply robbed you of that joy. your thoughts were mushy, your hips ached with the lack of warmth and your cunt clenched around cold air as you waited for him. eventually, moments passed and your shaky vision faded into a comfortable darkness as you fell asleep.

the next morning you woke to a luxurious bath, pre-made breakfast, a bath drawn out and an empty apartment. all that was left from rin was a text: Had practice early today. Made you food, so, eat up. Drew you a bath, too. See you later. Itoshi Rin x

what an asshole.

needless to say, you didn't eat his food or shower at his place. as you walked back home, you kept being plagued by thoughts of rin, and not the good kind.

your fist clenched and unclenched, jaw tightening each time you thought back to yesterday. what does he think?! yeah, sure, maybe your relationship was purely physical. that was fine. and sure, you got favours out of him, too. but for him to act like you didn't even exist outside of sexual favours? for him to not even talk to you after he was done?? rin itoshi was such a prick, no wonder his brother overshadowed him.

as you walked on, you couldn't help but remember how he acted after the first time you gave him head too, all cold and distant. each incident of his nonchalance made you want to sink your teeth into something and draw blood — preferably, his throat.

oh! and he had his eyes shut the entire time yesterday too!! as if, he didn't wanna see your face while doing it. your conscious seemed to remind you, as if adding fuel to the fire.

that's it. being a woman of some self-respect you should walk away. really! you should tear open the ticket he had bought you and then tell him to fuck off and then never see his stupid, beautiful annoying, ungrateful face again!

you were lost in your thoughts as a car came to a crawl next to you on the sidewalk. a jarring horn broke you out of your mental hate-rant to look over to a black porsche.

the tinted windows rolled downwards and the very subject of your hate-rant stared at you, "what're you doing here?"

you turned your head to a side as if to avoid looking at him. fuck rin itoshi!

"hey?" he said louder, "what's up with you?" at no further response, rin rolled his eyes, "fine, can you atleast get in the car?"

"no."

"just get in."

"no."

"what half-baked shit are you on again?"

"i should be asking you," you tried to keep your voice even, "what are you doing here?"

"i was driving back home." he answered coolly, still driving his car slow enough to match your angry pace. he sighed, "where are you walking to?"

"my apartment, obviously."

"it's pretty far off." you knew that, of course. you lived in the other side of the city, away from this posh locality that seemed to harbour people with sticks up their asses and luxury cars in their parkings. rin tried again, his voice uncharacteristically soft, "let me drop you."

"no."

"oh my go—" rin cut himself off, trying again, "just get in the car and we can talk."

you stopped, turning fully towards the man and his awfully polished and nice car. walking towards the rolled down window, you bent to meet rin's eye, "why don't you leave me alone?"

"wh-" rin's eyes widened and for the first time, the cool nonchalant mask slipped off to reveal a confused twenty-something, "did i do something to piss you off?"

"i dunno." you huffed, "did you?"

"if i did, let's talk about it—"

"—there's nothing to talk about." in your rage-induced state, you fished your hand through you overpacked purse, looking for the piece of paper that had you all excited yesterday. this was your moment to get some of that self-respect back! yes!! you go girl!!

once you felt the sturdy paper in your hand, you pulled it out — along with a tangled pair of earphones and a opened packet of gum. shoving the rest of the things back in your purse with a silent curse, you thrust the ticket in rin's confused face, "you can have it back. i don't want it."

"what?" the man bore his eyes into your face, trying to conclude if you had gone mad or if he was just really bad at understanding social cues.

"if i wanted to see sae, i will buy a ticket myself and go." you shoved the paper in his face again, "i don't need your help. not anymore."

and with that, you walked away! good on you, leaving that rich prick alone with his ticket.

except, not really?

you heard heavy footsteps following behind you till rin was standing square in front of you. his hair was wet, eyes confused as he stared down at you in the middle of that posh-ass street.

"what." you asked, meaning to sound harsher than you looked.

"keep this." he held the paper up, "i gave it to you."

"i just told you." you slowed your words down, "i don't need your help anymore."

as you tried to brush past him, his nimble fingers took hold of your wrist, tugging you back to look at him. he stressed his words, "then don't."

despite the heated disagreement, both of your gazes fell down to look at where he held your wrist. and at the sudden realization that he was holding your hand, rin let go as if it physically hurt to touch you.

"i-" he snuck in a quick breath, "if you don't want my help anymore, that's fine. but we— you held up your part of the deal yesterday. if i take this back now, it'll make me feel like an asshole who just used you."

didn't he though?! okay, maybe not, but it sure felt like it.

"p-please." rin tried again and something about the uncertainty in his tone made you feel as though it was his first time begging someone for something.

rin closed his eyes with a sigh, holding the paper out for you again, "you held up your part of the deal, so, let me hold onto mine. just this once, okay? then, we're strangers." his teal eyes met yours in a cruel dance, "i promise."

"fine." you sighed, resigned and held the paper back in your hand, "just this once."

"yeah." rin nodded slowly, and you nodded back, "okay, then."

you turned around, not bothering to wait for his reply, "see you never, i suppose."

never? girl, you speak too soon. because when you boarded that plane from Haneda-Tokyo airport a week later, an awfully familiar man sitting next to you.

"what the fuck?!" at your abrupt admission, the air hostess showing you your seat froze. you apologized, and sat on your seat, waiting for the crowd to clear before turning to the familiar raven-head.

"what're you doing here?!"

"what?" rin itoshi flipped through a sports magazine, reading through the neatly printed lines as if your argument was second priority.

"what are you doing here?" you asked again, hushing you voice down as passengers occupied their seats around you two.

"i bought the tickets?" he said it as if it were a fact — which, it was, but still. rin looked at you sideways, "did you think you were travelling all the way to spain alone?"

"y-yes?" you replied, exasperated at his question and he replied coolly, "well, you thought wrong."

at your fuming face, rin just shrugged, "calm down, it's gonna be a long flight."

oh my god, fuck rin itoshi!

a/n: part 02. is up! alright, i feel like the smut is very weak in this one but hey, uni got me by the throat okay?? (lies, i just rot in bed and sleep.) anyways, i live to write the most silliest, stupidest fucking fiction known to man. i am a jester and the world is my oyster. that being said, i do wanna write a part 2 though [so that rin can cause more communication issues and the reader can get dicked down haha], so, if anyone wants to see it, let me know mwuah mwuah xoxo

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so close, yet so far | peter parker

this post is a part of a series called "but you're the one i want"! click here to read parts one, two, and three!

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summary: summary: you've fallen in love with peter, and the worst part? you can't. not when you know you must be with someone else.

warning: flirting, maybe cursing, teeny bit of angst/sad petey for a second, use of y/n, mentions of death and school shooting (lemme know if i missed any)

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader (this is in 3rd person!)

word count: 1.4k+ words

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"it's kinda chilly," peter noted. "come over to my place instead," he murmured, pulling away from the hug.

"okay," y/n smiled, stepping away.

they walked in silence, but unlike before, it was a little uncomfortable.

"you have any family here in new york?"

"no. just one or two close friends."

do i count as a close friend?

"my mom's still in florida, and my brot-... he's, um, not really around."

"he goes to school in florida? how old is he?"

"no, no, i mean he's not around. like, he's... not alive. and he would have been 17 if he were. it was... uh, it was a school shooting.   h-he was eight." she fanned her eyes, forcing a laugh.

"actually, you know what? l-let's just go. it's fine, it's fine. i'm sorry i brought that up. i didn't mean to kill the mood," she chuckled awkwardly, suddenly regretting all her life decisions. peter didn't say anything, he knew that sometimes, sometimes it's better not to think about those things. and it doesn't help when people try and pry.

he gave y/n a smile, and took his hand in hers. he blushed, but it was out of her line of sight, so she didn't notice. peter spent the whole walk there hoping she wouldn't pull her hand away. soon enough, they were at the parker residence.

"uh, my aunt may isn't here, so we have the house to ourselves."

he had to pull his hand away to unlock the door, which he mentally frowned at.

"you live with your aunt?"

"yeah, my uncle ben died, so if i left, she wouldn't have anyone to stay with. i just don't want to leave her alone like that, you know?"

"that's honestly so sweet of you, peter." he blushed at that.

"i wish i had someone to live with like that. it gets lonely every now and then."

peter hummed in acknowledgement, his heart doing a 360.

he watched nervously as she looked around, "nice place. real cozy."

"isn't cozy just realtor talk for small?"

"maybe, but i didn't mean it like that. it feels nice in here, like a home. an actual home."

he wasn't quite sure what that meant, but he didn't bother about that. peter walked up the stairs to his room, y/n right behind.

"um, i-it's a little messy."

"oh. yeah i can see that. is- is that underwear?" she asked, gesturing to the garment on chair.

his eyes widened as he grabbed it and threw it into his closet.

"t-that's not mine!"

"the spider-man underwear isn't yours? my bad."

he looked around the room, still bright red, as he started throwing some clothes into the closet. after he was done, he slammed the door closed. y/n was trying her absolute hardest not to laugh.

spoiler alert: it wasn't working very well.

this is absolutely degrading.

she slipped off one of her heels as peter sat on the swivel chair. y/n sighed in relief, taking those lousy heels off. well, it wasn't really a sigh. it was more of a moan.

get your mind out of the gutter, peter.

peter blushed red and turned the chair around to face the laptop. he scrolled through the new daily bugle posts to distract himself from thinking such scandalous thoughts.

yes, he did like to google himself every now and then. but it wasn't a pride thing, it was just to see what people... well, what people thought of him. because as much as he didn't want to, he really cared about that.

peter was trying to not process what he was feeling for her. obviously, there was something there. he just didn't want to over complicate what they had.

also, he didn't trust himself. not with y/n. peter wasn't going to allow himself to make the same mistake. in the end, captain stacy had been right.

peter swallowed, trying to think about something else. but no matter what he tried, his mind traced back to y/n.

nope. no. no, no, no. there are no crushes here. none at all.

he groaned loudly and banged his head on the table.

"woah there, are you okay? cause you seem very un-okay. seriously, don't complain when you get yourself a concussion."

peter blushed a bright red and didn't move, keeping his head on the table. he had completely forgot she was even there.

"peter? are you good?" her voice was laced with concern, and that didn't help his crush. it might have been small, but regardless, it existed. how was a 23 year old man struggling this much with something so minor? he should be able to deal with a crush.

he looked up, trying to come up with a sensible excuse that wouldn't freak her out. peter turned around, only to be meet with her deep, loving eyes. she ran her hand through his hair, dropping it to cup his cheek.

peter's breath hitched slightly, seeing as the proximity between the two was very small. sure, he was nervous to kiss her the other time, but this felt way different. he was almost... scared. it was odd, he had always felt more confident as spider-man. maybe that's why, he told himself.

"just- uh... work stuff. got a l-lot to catch up on, y-you know?" he was looking everywhere, just not at her. he knew she was leaning in, and it was freaking him out.

"yeah?"

"uh-huh..." peter finally locked eyes with her, and quickly regretted it. because as soon as he did, he couldn't look away. their lips were centimeters away, and he found himself leaning in as well, unable to help it.

y/n’s lips brushed his, and as soon as they did, the two of them were interrupted.

"peter?" aunt may called out. "honey, you home?"

she flinched and practically leaped back in fear. "i thought you said you were home alone?"

"i-i thought we were. may's shift m-must have ended early."

he noticed a change in her demeanor.

...disappointment?

he heart leaped at the thought. had she really wanted to kiss him? but what about spider-man? he loved aunt may, but right now, there was a twinge of frustration that he couldn't push away.

"uh- yeah! i'm up here! with a... a..." he glanced at you, "a friend?" his voice had faded to a whisper towards the last couple of words as his eyes met hers. he didn't know what to say about what just happened, and he guessed that she didn't know either.

y/n

"s-sorry," she murmured, looking away, "i, um, shouldn't have done that."

"no!"

she looked at him, clearly confused.

"i-i mean, it's fine. maybe it'll go better next time," he offered with a smile.

next time?

her head was spinning. over the past couple of days, she had decided that she liked peter. a lot.

and they almost kissed. that was crazy. who cares about spider-man? he's spider-man! for all she knew, that was a fling. besides, she didn't want to date the man-bug. she didn't even know who he was.

sure, yeah, it would be cool. but how do you have a relationship with someone you don't know?

but peter? peter was so different. nothing like anyone she'd ever met. every word exchanged made her heart soar. peter made her so happy. and the funniest part?

he didn't even have to try. not one bit.

y/n’s breathing was still uneven, the rush of adrenaline and confidence she had was down the drain.

"um. i need to go," she rushed down the stairs, not thinking a second thought.

"oh, hi there! are you a friend of peter's?"

"yes, yeah... a friend." the word had rolled off his tongue so smoothly that it had bothered her. in all honestly, hadn't even noticed that peter was following her.

y/n drew in a breath. "uh, yes, i'm y/n l/n. it's nice to meet you, may."

"it's great to meet you too! peter's told me a lot about you."

she glanced him, taking note of his bright red face. "oh, really? all good things, i hope?"

"of course!"

"well, it was nice to see you, but i'm afraid that i do have to be going," y/n plastered a smile on her face.

"i understand, you should come over more. our house is always welcome to you."

she gave the older woman a more genuine smile and left the house. y/n hailed a cab before peter came after her.

at this point, she just wanted to figure this out.

what was going on between her and peter?

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Just Another Trope || T.H.

college!tom x reader

Chapter 1: When the introvert meets the extrovert

Synopsis: Your university’s infamous party animal strikes up a deal with you, the quiet girl with her head in the books.

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“And the winner of my essay contest, the one and only person to be exempt from my midterm is…” Your philosophy professor announces loudly, “Y/n L/n!”

The entire class groans loudly as you smile to yourself. “That’s such bullshit.” You hear from directly behind you followed by snickering. You shift uncomfortably, suddenly feeling like there’s a bright red target on your back.

“Her paper on the nature vs. nurture conundrum was out of this world! Take notes, lady and gentlemen, and congratulations, Miss L/n. Class dismissed.”

Your fellow classmates pack away their pens and notebooks and make a dash for the door, not too happy about having to study for this exam. You’re the last person to leave, making sure you say goodbye and thank you to your professor.

You only manage to take a few steps out of your classroom before you feel quick, gentle taps on your shoulder. You turn around and lock eyes with a familiar face. Tom Holland. It’s kinda hard not to know who he is. Star soccer player. The life of the party. The heartthrob. The flirt. Girls want him, guys want to be him. From what you’ve heard, he’s got that boyish charm that never fails to woo everyone in his vicinity. And from what you can see, he sure as hell has the looks to match.

He’s the polar opposite of you. Sure, you’re attractive and charismatic too, but the thought of interacting with a large crowd of people makes your stomach twist and turn. You prefer to keep to yourself just like you have all your life. Just like any other stereotypical introvert, you don’t mind spending the weekend alone with your favorite snack and a good book or movie.

“Hello!” He greets with a noticeably British accent, catching you by surprise, “I sit right behind you in this class. You’re Y/n, right?”

You blink a few times to snap yourself out of the trance he effortlessly put you in. “Y-Yeah. Yes! How’d you know that?” You chuckle nervously.

“Like I said, I sit right behind you.” He laughs lightly, “Also, you just won the big contest.”

You smile shyly as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “Right. That makes sense.”

“Can I walk with you?” He asks suddenly.

Although this question confuses you, you still nod your head yes as the two of you slowly begin to take steps in no particular direction. You offer him a tight lipped smile before your eyes dart to the ground. You notice him fiddling with the rings on his fingers, and oddly enough, it provides a sense of comfort. It’s nice to know you’re not the only one who is anxious at the moment. You take a deep breath and muster up the courage to break silence that fell over you two.

“Uh..” You squeak, “Can I help you with anything?”

He shakes his head and laughs, his face turning a bit red. “Yeah, sorry! My name is Tom. I don’t mean to sound stalkerish, but you’re obviously crazy smart and you’ve taken my calculus class already and uh, I was wondering if you could tutor me.” He sheepishly scratches the back of his head. “I need to pass the next midterm so I can play in the playoffs.”

It’s baffling to think that someone like him knows who you are. It’s not everyday that someone completely out of your league even notices you, let alone learn and remember your name. “I’m willing to pay. I’ve got a whole three (3) dollars to my name.” He jokes when you don’t immediately respond.

You can’t help but give Tom a once-over. His brown curly hair frames his face perfectly. The corner of his eyes crinkle when he smiles. Although he’s wearing a hoodie, you can tell he’s muscular just by his stance and broad shoulders. You mirror his smile, hoping he didn’t notice your wandering eyes.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be your tutor, it’s really no problem.” You feel so stupid for blushing. It’s not like you have a crush on him; you have eyes for someone else. However, you’re human. A cute guy is a cute guy. “When’s a good time to start?”

Tom glances down at his watch and then back up to you, “How’s right now? Your dorm?” He smirks playfully.

You roll your eyes and bite back another cheesy smile, “The library.” You correct him.

“Right, right, right. That’s what I meant.” He chuckles as you two continue to walk side by side to the library.

It took an extra 5 minutes to get there since everyone and their mothers stopped to chitchat with Tom while you awkwardly stood off to the side. At one point you offered to just meet him in the library, but he insisted on going together. When Tom wasn’t talking to what’s practically his fan base, he was asking you every question that came to his mind.

“So you’re an english major? That makes total sense, you’re always reading something.” He smiles, but this time it isn’t smug or flirty. It’s more sincere.

“There’s always something to read.” You chuckle.

Tom continues, “I’m a double major, believe it or not. STEM and film. I wanna be an actor, but the big leagues are BIG. So I’m taking STEM as a back up plan.”

You raise an impressed brow and slowly nod your head, “Ohhh.”

You watch Tom’s shoulders slump as his eyes wander all over your face, desperately trying to read you. “I’m boring you, aren’t I?” He asks.

“No! I’m interested, it’s just that I’m not very good at holding a conversation in person.” You sheepishly admit.

Tom’s muscles loosen with relief and his bright, contagious smile returns. “Oh. Well, that’s more than alright. I can do an awful lot of talking for the two of us.”

Just as you were about to make an attempt to reel Tom in, your heart thumps roughly against your chest when you hear an unmistakable honeyed voice coming from behind you. “Holland! Long time no see, my man.”

Harry Osborn. Only the guy you’ve been crushing on since junior year of high school. He was your first kiss! Although, you’re not too sure he remembers that— or you.

Your eyes fixate on his gorgeous face structure and strong, veiny arms as he leans against the table right in between you and Tom. His cherry colored lips form the most perfect smile; one that could bring world peace. You’re mesmerized. Absolutely speechless! And you always are when he’s in your presence.

“What’s up, Harry. Haven’t seen much of you since you left the team. Whatcha been up to, mate?” Tom naturally starts a conversation. This time, you don’t mind being a spectator.

Harry chuckles, “Same old. Partying here, drinking there.”

“And a few classes in between, eh?” Tom jokes.

Harry lets out a throaty laugh that makes the butterflies in your stomach burst. He slaps Tom on the back while simultaneously dapping him up. “You still know what’s up, Holland.” For the first time since he arrived, he finally looks in your direction.

Your fight or flight instincts kick in, but you go with the lesser known third option, freeze. You manage to crack a measly smile before he turns back over to Tom, “So what’s going on here?”

“Tutoring.” Tom answers, “Gotta stay on that field somehow.”

Wordlessly, Harry turns back to you. His hazel eyes burn into your skin as the smell of his cologne blurs your senses. For a second, it’s like the world around you is muffled, and it’s just you and him. After what seems like an eternity, you finally hear his voice breaking through your daydreams.

“Good luck with this guy. You’d probably be better off teaching a bag of rocks.” Harry says.

Tom smacks his shoulder before the two share a friendly laugh. They exchange a few more words before Harry decides his presence belongs elsewhere. With ease, you zone out as you replay the moment over in your head. You were so close to him, and you wanted nothing more than to just grab his hand or maybe even run your hand through his soft hair.

“Y/n.” Tom waves a hand in front of your face, “Are you okay?”

You snap out of your thoughts, “Y-Yeah, yeah. Never better.” You grin.

He chuckles, “Well anyway, as I was saying before we were interrupted-”

Ironically, you interrupt him in this moment before he can go on talking about another subject for as long as he can. “Actually, Tom, we’ve kinda been sitting here for 30 minutes now and you haven’t even touched your book.” You interject quietly.

His eyes follow in the direction you’re pointing and he realizes that his calculus textbook is still tucked away with his graded papers and homework assignments. If Tom is being completely honest, he truly didn’t notice the both of you even made it to the library. He slaps the palm of his hand to his forehead and squeezes his eyes shut.

“That’s right, we’re here to study. If you can’t tell, I, on the other hand, am a little too good at making conversation.” Tom laughs quietly as he finally grabs his textbook.

You take a breath of relief and open your textbook as well. Talking about random topics on the fly isn’t exactly your forte, but math is something you can go on about for hours. “So are you struggling with a certain unit or is it just the fundamentals?” You ask him.

“Hm.” He hums, tapping his index finger against his chin, “At the moment, I’m struggling with hunger. Let’s go get some food.” Tom insists as he immediately repacks his bag and stands to his feet.

You sigh, “I thought you needed help with calculus, Tom.”

“And I do! But we can’t think on an empty stomach.” He smiles and holds out his hand, “C’mon, I’ll pay.”

In your head, you quickly weigh your options. You are sort of hungry and there’s plenty of time before midterms. What’s the rush?

“Fine.” You pack your bag and hesitantly place your hand in his.

He smiles brighter as he yanks you towards the exit. His stride turns into a playful skip while he swings your connected hands back and forth. You can’t help but giggle as you practically jog next to him, trying your best to keep up.

“So what do you want?” He asks you, “Pizza? Burgers? Pasta?”

“Do we even have any money for this?” You answer Tom’s question with a question.

His skips come to an abrupt stop and he drops your hand. He stares at you completely baffled. It hadn’t occurred to him that you are both college students with a combined total of seven (7) dollars. You giggle again, something you’ll find yourself doing a lot when you’re around Tom, and watch the gears in his brain malfunction.

Tom chuckles when you do, “Uhh..”

You roll your eyes and begin walking in the opposite direction. “I have ramen in my dorm.”

He catches up to you and casually slings his arm around your shoulder. “I knew I’d be seeing your dorm today.”

You look over at him with your best unamused face and he sends you his best wink. The two of you erupt in laughter as you jokingly swat his arm away. You don’t want to get your hopes up, but it’s kinda crazy how well you click with him considering you don’t seem to click with anyone. You chalk it up to Tom just being a people person and continue to the dorm.

You and Tom sit side by side on your twin size bed as you finish the last of what’s in your ramen cups. You reluctantly agreed to playing 21 questions with him as long as uncomfortable sexual question weren’t asked. Tutoring him stayed in the back of your mind, but you’re enjoying his company too much to bring it up.

“I’m not joking! My biggest fear as a kid was the wind!” You exclaim as Tom wipes tears from his eyes. “I would scream and cry any time I’d step outside on a windy day. It still bothers me to this day, I hate the thought of feeling things you can’t see! How is that not scary?!”

Tom leans into you a little bit, gripping his stomach. “That’s, that’s so-” He attempts to say through his laughter.

You chuckle at how much of a kick he’s getting from your story. “It’s stupid, I know. I was 6!”

He sniffles a couple of times, letting out a loud “whew!” in the process. He turns to look at you, his face going from red to a light shade a pink, “I was actually going to say that’s adorable.” Tom compliments, his accent suddenly more noticeable.

You grin widely against your will and look down at your fingers, fiddling with your cup, “If you say so.”

Tom nudges your shoulder with his, “Your turn.” He smiles.

“Okayyy.” You drag out the last syllable as you think of a good question. “Oh! What’s your favorite romantic trope?”

“Romantic what?” He furrows his brows.

“Trope. Ya know, plot devices. Like, friends to lovers.”

Tom chuckles, “Like.. in books?”

“Or movies.” You smile. “There’s also the forbidden love trope.”

“Okay.” Tom says, “I think-”

Unknowingly you cut him off, “Oh and the secret billionaire and ordinary person trope! That’s a good one! Have you seen Crazy Rich Asians?”

Tom begins to get comfy in your bed. He props himself up on his elbows and adjusts himself so he’s staring right at you. “I can’t say that I have.” He answers.

“There’s also the fake relationship, the ‘stuck together’, the love triangle, the soft one and intimidating one.”

“Umm I guess-”

You continue your list. “The soulmates, the soulmates that WEREN’T, unrequited love, the playboy that falls in love. There’s so many! My favorites are shared trauma and enemies to lovers. Don’t ask why because I honestly don’t know. So which one is your favorite?”

Tom smiles at you warmly with admiration as he gives it a few seconds before he answers, letting the silence linger to make sure your trope tangent is over. “That’s the most I’ve ever heard you talk.”

The color drains from your face and you can feel your frame shrinking. That’s usually the response you get whenever you speak more than two sentences at a time. You’re aware that the person always means well, but you can’t shake the feeling that they’re discreetly being rude. Tom is quick to notice your change in body language and spits out a follow up.

“In a good way! I-I like hearing you talk. You have a nice voice.” He places a reassuring hand on your knee.

The physical contact alone was enough to make your insides swirl. You mutter a weak ‘thank you’ as you once again curse your bashful tendencies.

He removes his hand and you almost feel disappointed, but quickly shake it off. “To answer your question, my favorite romantic trope would have to be whatever we are.” Tom smirks.

You let out a loud scoff, “That was a serious question!”

“And I’m being serious! Who doesn’t love the very strong, hot jock and the sweet, cute know it all?”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Hm. You win this round. I wouldn’t get too excited though. The jock always does something mean and breaks the know it all’s heart.”

Tom gasps loudly and slaps a hand over his chest, “I. WOULD. NEVER.”

The two of you share another round of laughter as you soon become painfully aware at how close you’re sitting now. You shift uncomfortably, trying to subtly create some space.

“Okay, time for my last question. Why don’t I ever see you anywhere except class?”

You snort as if the answer isn’t obvious, “Um because I have zero friends and zero social skills. Duh.”

“Your social skills are fine! We’ve been talking and joking around for hours.” Tom points out as he playfully rolls his eyes.

You sigh and push yourself off of your bed to throw away the empty ramen cups, realizing you actually have been socializing just fine with Tom. You’re not exactly sure why. You can tell yourself it’s because he’s a people person all you want, but you can’t deny the fact that this just feels easy for you. Talking to Tom is easy— even if you officially met him earlier today.

“That’s different.” You answer honestly.

Tom chuckles as he follows your lead and hops off of your bed as well, “How is it at all different?”

You cross your arms and scour your brain for that exact answer. “Uh..” You think, “Because.. this was supposed to be a tutoring session, and you tricked me!”

“I ‘tricked’ the poor girl into socializing? Sue me.” Tom jokes, playfully pushing your shoulder.

Before he begins to pester you for an actual answer, you’re quick to change the subject. “Seriously though, do you actually need a tutor?” You ask.

He runs a hand through his hair, “I’m pretty sure my D says so.”

You furrow your brows, your ears catching the innuendo before your mind can catch up. It seems like Tom did the same as the tips of his ears turn a bright red and his palms instantly begin to sweat. He chuckles, “My D minus; my grade. Not my actual..”

“I understand.” You giggle and cut him off for the sake of both of you. “Well I’m literally free whenever. Like I said: zero friends.”

Suddenly, a lightbulb electrifies itself to life in Tom’s brain. A smirk tugs at his lips as his eyes train on you. “How about a deal?”

“Oh god.” You gulp, “Your tone is telling me I don’t really have a choice in this deal.”

“Good catch.” He rubs his hands together, “How about for every successful tutoring session we have, you do something out of your comfort zone with me.”

“Hm, I’m surprisingly intrigued.” You confess, “Continue.”

“It’s a win/win situation. I improve in calculus so I don’t have to ride the bench while you get to improve your social skills and make more friends. Maybe even get the guts to talk to Harry Osborn.”

Your jaw drops as you’re physically taken aback by the last sentence that left Tom’s mouth. You stammer over your words pathetically; hundreds of panicked thoughts coursing through your head. “W-What? No. Why would I.. How’d you know?”

“Please.” Tom scoffs, “I saw the way you were looking at him. It’s the way I.. see people look at each other in those cheesy rom coms. You like him.”

You stand there for another moment, completely dumbfounded yet impressed by the way he read you like a book.

Tom steps directly in front of you and holds out his right hand, “So, do we have a deal?”

You stare down at his callused hand and then back up to his soft features. You wait for the anxiety to crash over you like a massive wave in the ocean, but it doesn’t come. For whatever reason, you trust Tom and his outrageous plan. Maybe you could even have some fun doing this. You smile and confidently place your hand in his.

“We have a deal.”

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

Starting a new series for Tom!!! I actually really like this one and maybe after I’m done writing this one, i’ll be ready to finish Before It’s Too Late! (writing about broke college kids is a lot more relatable to me than superheroes and the end of the world haha)

ALSO! i know harry osborn is not a real person but let’s pretend he is.

Like always, positive feedback is welcomed and encouraged. I apologize for any typos, i usually write when i’m half asleep. i’ll proofread tomorrow!

[daenqyu]

— they walk in on their crush changing

includes: bakugou, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, and tamaki

warnings: kinda suggestive?? swearing  

a/n: i saw multiple tiktoks about this and wanted to write something about it sooo yeah. some of them are a bit longer than others because i got carried away oops. hope you guys like it !!

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @orbital-audio )

bakugou katsuki:

listen, i feel like bakugou would act like he doesn’t care at all

but he’s definitely blushing and can’t look at you straight in the eye 

he just wanted to let you know that since kaminari and mina forced him to help them study, you could come too 

so he made his way to your dorm room while looking at his phone

and he doesn’t even knock so you’re quite startled

although you don’t blame him because he’s always hanging out in your room and vice versa

“hey we’re gonna have a study session later tonight, in case you wanna come” his eyes are glued to his phone as he talks, but you still feel embarrassed that he’s in the same room as you while you’re changing 

after a few seconds go by with no response from you, he finally looks up from the device

“i’m talking to you-” the breath gets knocked out of him when he sees you’re in the middle of trying on different outfits 

and apparently you were about to try a new one because you’re just in your freaking underwear 

bakugou may be a lot of things, but he is not a pervert 

so he’s quick to turn around to face the door, his eyes tightly shut even tho he can’t see anything as it is since you’re behind him

“you dumbass, don’t you know how to lock a fucking door?! is not that hard for fuck’s sake” 

you almost want to laugh at the blonde’s state

you’ve never seen him like this before so you might as well tease him about it

“didn't your parents teach you it's impolite to enter a room without knocking first?”

oh he can hear the smirk on your face and he wants nothing more than to go up to you and wipe it off himself 

but he knows you’re still in your underwear 

and while it’s true he’s a gentleman, he’s also a man

seeing his crush in her underwear will most definitely get a reaction out of him

he curls his hands into fists by his side, jaw clenching because he knows you’re probably enjoying this

“just shut up and get dressed”

“is my room, i can stay like this if i want”

“put. something. on”

his tone annoys you

who the hell is he to tell you what to do?

“and what if i don’t want to?”

you’re just buffing of course, you’ve already put on one of bakugou’s shirt that you stole from him a week ago

his patience is running out 

and he’s mad at himself because fuck, why does he have to like you so much?

if it was any other girl he couldn’t have cared less and would’ve just walked out

but it’s you, his crush

you’re so different from everyone else and it makes his blood boil because feelings are stupid and he should be focusing on becoming the number one hero, not some silly high school crush

“okay i'm dressed”

a sigh of relief escapes his lips as he turns around, but it doesn’t take long before his eyes are wide open as he takes in your figure

oh

you’re wearing his shirt

it ends just above your mid thigh and it falls around your figure loosely, obviously too big for you

bakugou can feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight 

why are you so pretty? 

“what was that you were saying when you walked in?”

you’re so calm and collected, walking around with only his shirt on 

normally he hates when people wear his clothes, but it looks so good on you he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed

“we’re having a study session tonight,” his voice is low and he fixes his gaze on the wall behind you. “and you can come too, if you want to that is”

“wait that’s a great idea, i’ve been falling behind on english recently”

he nods and you frown at his actions 

sure bakugou can be quiet, when he’s not mad, but he looks  rather…shy?

you smirk once again, knowing what this is all about

“don’t tell me the bakugou katsuki has never seen a girl naked before?”

“the fuck are you talking about?”

“well is either that or you like me because why else would you be so red right now?”

he groans when you say that

anyways he uhhh got tired of you not getting all the hints he’s been dropping and just straight up corners you against the wall

your heart is about to burst out of your chest at the close proximity and the feeling only intensifies when he smirks

he leans down, lips merely inches away from your own

“seeing as you’re not pushing me away right now, i say you like me too, dumbass”

well he’s not wrong soooo

you end up kissing after that✨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

kirishima eijirou:

oh boy, this poor baby

he would be the type to apologize around 100 times and even when you told him it was fine and that you didn’t care, he would still feel guilty

ok so what happened was you were getting ready for your date with kirishima

because yes, he finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier with life at the moment

and he wanted to know how much longer you were gonna take since he was already done

but you wouldn’t answer his texts

spoiler alert: you were just showering but he was too impatient and also he just wanted to see you again hehe he’s so cute

anyways,,

he makes his way to your room and knocks on the door 

it’s more of like a warning because he doesn’t even wait for a response, he just barges in

you had gotten out of the shower like 3 minutes ago and were in the process of drying your hair in the middle of the room, your back facing kirishima 

“hey y/n how much longer do you think- shit!”

his voice scares you, but you don’t move because you know it’ll be worse if you do 

so you stay frozen in your place

kirishima notices the droplets of water falling from your hair and down your spine before slowly falling down the curves of your-

he flushes completely, his face now matching his dyed hair perfectly, and he turns around with both of his hands covering his eyes

“i’m so so so sorry! that was so unmanly of me. i should’ve just waited until you texted me, but i missed you and wanted to see you so i came over and didn’t wait for an answer and then i saw you and oh god you’re naked and-”

“kirishima,”

he shuts up when he hears your soft voice calling his name

“yeah?”

“calm down”

after that he just stays quiet, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart and not let his imagination run wild

you should be the one that’s flustered because your best friend and crush just saw your bare ass

but if anything, kirishima’s the one who feels like he’s about to faint from seeing so much skin

he thinks it’s really unmanly of him to see you naked without your consent so he’s on the brink of an existential crisis

meanwhile, as kirishima rethinks all of his life choices, you finish drying your hair and continue to put on your outfit, knowing kirishima wouldn’t turn around any time soon

he’s still facing away from you even when you’ve finished dressing up

you giggle, thinking about how cute he is before tapping his shoulder 

“you can look now, kiri”

even with your permission, he’s still hesitant about his movements

he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything so that’s why he genuinely doesn’t know what to do

kirishima turns around slowly, eyes now focused on the floor

“i’m really sorry about that, y/n. i didn’t mean to i swear and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable but-”

“kiri, i’m not mad at you”

“you’re not?”

“of course not, i know it was an accident”

well thank god because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made you upset 

“besides, you were eventually gonna see me naked”

it was a joke

supposed to be

but kirishima whips his head your way and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets 

a part of him is shy sure, but the other part wants to run laps after hearing you say that

“well yeah but that’s different…” he scratches the back of his neck nervously and your heart swells for the boy in front of you

he really is so sweet

he just wants you to be completely comfortable around him

how could you not be in love with him? 

“how about we forget this ever happened, i finish getting ready, and then we go on our date? hm?”

he nods eagerly after hearing you say that, if you’re happy then he’s absolutely content 

you smile at him before standing up on your tip toes and leaving a chaste kiss against his cheek

of course he blushes again

he’ll never get tired of your cuteness 

or you in general

but this time he’s more confident when he pulls you to his chest in a tight hug

“the view was really nice by the way”

“kirishima!”

“what? i'm just saying you should be proud”

“you’re so stupid”

“stupidly in love with you that is”

he’s got a dumb smile on his face after he says that

and it only widens when you take his hand in yours to sit him down on your bed 

yup, he’s head over heels for you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

todoroki shouto:

out of the five of them, he’d DEFINITELY be the most chill about it

sure, he’d still feel embarrassed and what not

but he wouldn’t make such a big deal about it

simply because he doesn’t want to make things awkward between you two

so he decides it’s best if he just keeps acting like he normally would

you texted him to come over so you could watch some movies together 

and he had some homework to do but it’s not like he was gonna pass up on the opportunity of spending quality time with you 

unlike the other first years,

todoroki actually knocks and waits for your response

because he has manners, period.

“come on in!”

you said it was okay to come in

so why the hell are you in the middle of changing shirts?????

he wastes no time in closing his eyes

refusing to keep looking at you when you probably don’t even know he’s watching

“um y/n?”

“yes?”

“what are you doing?”

“i’m changing, isn’t it obvious?” your chuckle makes his cheeks heat up 

was this amusing to you?

because he was seconds away from having a heart attack 

however he doesn’t show it

instead, he just continues to keep his eyes closed while trying to think about literally anything else except your bare skin

key word: trying

because he can’t seem to get the image of your clothed breasts out of his mind and he thinks he’s about to go insane 

he also scolds himself because a gentleman shouldnt do that 

but you don’t seem to care at all and that confuses him so much (???

“why do you have your eyes closed?”

“are you done changing”

“yeah”

when he opens his eyes again you’re sitting down on your bed, laptop placed in front of you as you scroll down on netflix

now fully dressed

he lets out a sigh of relief before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you

and he thinks he’s being slick and smooth

but he’s not

he’s actually almost completely stiff 

and when you subconsciously brush your knee against his, he flinches

you frown at his reaction

“are you okay?”

“yeah, why do you ask?”

“because you’re acting weird”

“am not”

“you are”

the banter goes on for a while until you finally figure it out

the way his eyes occasionally look down on your chest only to quickly look away with a blush on his cheeks it's what gives him away

“wait, are you embarrassed just because you saw my boobs?”

cue todoroki wanting to get the hell out of your room

“i’m not embarrassed” 

“your blush says otherwise, todoroki”

he doesn’t know what to say afterwards so he just sits there with a pout on his pretty lips and his eyebrows furrowed

he’s so shy and cute🥺

“if you want to, you can take your shirt off so we’ll be tied”

your tone is teasing as you continue to scroll on your computer, not really giving much thought to what you said

except you forgot todoroki takes everything quite literally

the grin falls from your lips as soon as you see todoroki, indeed, taking off his shirt 

“w-what are you doing?!”

“you said we need to be tied”

“todoroki, that was a joke!”

the roles have been reversed because now you're the one who’s all flustered and looking away from him

he blinks once, then twice before smiling at you

“now who’s being shy?”

“i- shut up and watch the movie”

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

he would die

not literally duh

but he’d want to disappear right then and there

you know that one scene where hatsume is pressed up against him and he blushes a shit ton and is just like “b-b-boobs”?

well yeah he’s like that

except he can barely talk because of how embarrassed he is 

he’d also, like kirishima, apologize a lot

he literally just feels like he committed a crime

and you’re like “midoriya, it’s not that deep”

but he’s just upset with himself 

you had told him earlier that you needed some help with your homework

and since he’s such a wonderful friend, he didn’t hesitate to tell you that he’d be more than happy to help

so now he’s happily walking to your room because he loves study dates with you

even tho they’re not dates at all

but still

he loves them

especially whenever you get a question right and you just look up at him with big puppy eyes, waiting for him to praise you

and he does

because you deserve it

you work so hard and he admires you for that

ok BAcK to the point,,,

(i’m sorry i just love this man so much, he makes me so soft)

here’s the deal

midoriya knocks on your door right?

but you don’t hear it because you’re blasting music on your speaker while singing your heart out

so he lets himself in

tho he wants to run back out when he sees your naked back is facing him

you’re changing; that’s the first thing he notices 

the second thing he notices is that you’re standing in front of a mirror

and you’re not wearing a bra

he yelps before turning around and you jump because you hadn’t noticed him 

“izuku? what are you-”

“i’m so sorry y/n! i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like this a-and i didn’t know you were changing and so i opened the door and then i saw you and oh god you’re not wearing a shirt which isn’t bad you know, i m-mean i'm not saying you look bad because ha believe me you don’t but-”

“oh my god dude, would you relax?”

you laugh as you finish putting on your hoodie 

he frowns, you’re laughing? in a situation like this?! are you okay???

“again, i’m sorry and it’s okay if you want me to go because it’s weird and i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of me so-”

“ok izuku, first of all stop talking,” he quickly shuts his mouth, still facing the closed door so you don’t see his tomato-like cheeks. “second, turn around,” you place your hands on his shoulders to make him look at you and he tenses at the touch, but turns around anyways 

you offer him a kind smile, the one that makes him fall harder for you everyday and that’s enough to ease his nerves a bit

“third, quit freaking out. it’s not like i’m gonna kill you or anything”

“b-but how are you so...calm?”

“uhh because i don’t really care?” 

he doesn’t know why, but his heart hurts a little after hearing you say that

is not like he expects you to actually reciprocate his feelings but,,

he didn’t have an effect on you whatsoever? not even a little bit?

“and besides, it’s you so i don’t mind”

“what do you mean?”

you shrug, smirking at the green haired boy, “well you like me, right?”

he almost stops breathing 

maybe he did for a few seconds

he looks at you, a mix of emotions flashing through his expression 

is he relieved? is he scared? is he happy?

he doesn’t  k n o w

neverthless, he nods shyly, looking away from your captivating gaze

“and i like you so it’s okay”

midoriya.exe has stopped working

someone PLEASE calm this boy down

he’s about to explode from feeling so much happiness 

“you do?!”

“of course” you smile at him one last time, before interlacing your fingers with his and sitting down on the rug next to your bed so you can study 

or maybe you got a little carried away and ended up cuddling all evening while eating ramen

but that’s besides the point

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

tamaki amajiki:

sweet little baby

he faints :D

no but seriously

he does.

are we surprised? 

nope, not at all

he can’t look at you for more than 5 seconds without getting nervous as it is,

but after he saw you half naked?!

yeah no, that’s too much for tamaki

his body shuts down because he cannot handle it

nejire told him to go check up on you because you seemed off at school

which tamaki also noticed because he’s very observant with people (especially you) but he preferred to not say anything 

of course his first response to nejire is straight up: no

he’s too shy 

and he’s scared because what if you get mad at him? or tell him to go away?

he thinks it’s better to give you your space and if you want to talk to him, then he’s more than ready to listen

but nejire wouldn’t shut up about it

then mirio butted in too and they were just whining a lot and he got tired of hearing them talk

now here he is, standing in front of your room with a shaky hand hovering against the wooden door

much like todoroki, he knocks and patiently waits for a response 

which he receives quickly 

“who is it?”

“tamaki”

“ahh tama, let yourself in!”

he blushes at the nickname and finally opens the door

he’s about to go sit on your desk chair or something 

but then he sees you

you’re only in your underwear, struggling to put on a hoodie 

and then you jump to try and get it on

and that makes it worse because you’re wearing a  b r a 

long story short,

he falls to the floor :D

the big ‘thud’ startles you and even more so when you see tamaki’s unconscious body on the floor

“shit, tama are you okay?”

it takes him a good 5 minutes to open his eyes again 

he feels a cold towel pressed up against his forehead and he frowns at the feeling

when he turns his head around, he notices that he’s laying down on your bed

but you're nowhere to be seen 

“thank god you’re awake” 

your voice comes from behind him and that’s when he realizes he’s not only laying down on your bed, but also on your lap

“you really worried me!”

cue him blushing like there’s no tomorrow and stuttering 

“s-sorry. i was just s-surprised to see you c-changing and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was coming b-beforehand”

you shake your head, “that’s okay tama, i’m not mad at you”

he just nods because he’s afraid he’ll say something dumb if he talks

you brush your fingers through his indigo hair and he swears he can feel himself falling more in love with you in that precise moment 

you smile down at him

“what did you come here for anyway? not that i mind, but you know”

“nejire told me y-you seemed down today s-so i came to check up on you”

butterflies flutter in your stomach at his sweet words

“aww you’re so sweet, but i’m okay. i was just feeling sad”

he sits up to look at you better and he doesn’t miss the way you pout when his hair is no longer in between your fingers 

which makes his heart speed up 

“are you okay?”

his question is so genuine and he seems so concerned, it makes you want to keep him in your pocket forever

“i am now” 

he smiles at your response, happy that you feel better

“i’m glad”

“now come here, i wanna play with your hair”

and who is he to deny such request?

[pinkteapotwriting]

I’ve been thinking. I see a lot of dom!marauders or them being experienced. But what if it was the opposite? Like y/n is experienced and perhaps a dom, while the boys are virgins (or just had little experience)? it makes me all soft 🥺. Like Y/N could be their best friend/fifth marauder (whichever you choose), and they like ask her to be their first time and it’s all blushy for the boys (them being subs, a few tears of pain for them) go crazy! It’s been on my mind for weeks!

Marauders x Fem!reader

Warning : unprotected sex, cursing, Dom!reader, pretty chill I think, you know, for smut

Word count : 1830

Thanks for being so patient, I hope you like it cause it took me forever to do this. It's a bit heavy on the dialogue but oh well

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Surprise, surprise.

It was raining at Hogwarts. The Scottish countryside is taking on its usual demeanor of moisture in this season. Not that you minded, that just meant you got to spend the day with all of your favourite boys. You Sirius and James were giggling away in the corner while Remus was trying his best to ignore you all and read, but you figured you could peak his interest.

“Okay Pads, what’s your body count?”

“I’ve never killed anybody, but trust me Snivelus has come close.”

“No you dork, how many people have you slept with?”

“I’m not answering that!”

“I’m not gonna slut shame you Sirius.”

“He’s definitely not worried about being slut shamed Y/N” James snorted.

“Like you’re any better off than I am you prick.”

“Cut it out, there’s no need to call each other names. Are you both virgins then?”

“Well, yeah I guess.”

James was much more embarrassed than he needed to be.

“What about you Remmy, have you done anything at all?”

“Ask Sirius.”

“I already did ask Sirius!”

“Ask Sirius.”

“Oh my god why are you all so embarrassed there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m just surprised is all. You guys are all really attractive and kind people so I never thought you’d be inexperienced and you’ve dated plenty of girls.”

Remus shut his book.

“Not that it’s any of your business Y/N but i’ve at least given or received a hand job or two before.”

“Why’d you tell me to ask Siri- ooooooooh.”

Sirius had his face in his palms.

“Can we change the subject please.”

James patted his shoulder comfortingly.

“It’s okay Pads. It’s not like the opportunity never arose, we were all just waiting for the right person.”

“Aw well I hope you find them soon, I care about you all so much and you deserve the world.”

Sirius was still groaning into his hands.

“She’s so fucking oblivious.”

Remus chuckled.

“Quite.”

Quite what? Confused definitely.

“I don’t understand.”

The room’s silence was overwhelming, until James took a deep breath and all eyes were drawn to him.

“Sirius and Remus obviously like each other and I’m not going to deny my attraction to either of them.”

“Then why don’t you-”

“It doesn’t feel complete. See we already found that someone, it’s you Y/N.”

“Really? You guys want me that way?”

James shrugged meekly.

“If you’ll have us.”

“I’ve always felt that way about you. I just never wanted to risk our friendship, but if you feel the same then I’d love to.”

Sirius’s head popped out.

“Right now?”

“Ha ha, no we don’t have to right now.”

“Well what are we waiting for, to get to know each other. I know James too well actually.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to probably the most level headed one, but Remus was giving you puppy eyes. You were so drawn to him you walked across the room and cupped his face with your right hand.

“What’s wrong honey?”

“Waited so long already, love. Don’t wanna wait any longer.”

“Jamie, do you want this too?”

“Yes please.”

“Such good manners baby, so I have everyone’s consent then?”

“Very much so.”

“Enthusiastic consent.”

“If you don’t do something I’m going to combust.”

You smirked at Sirius’s comment.

“You don’t get to combust until I say you do, understand?”

“Ooo scary.”

“So be it.”

You took hold of Remus’s hands and placed them on your hips.

“I know you’ll be a good boy for me Remus, won’t you?”

He swallowed thickly and nodded.

“I’ll be good for you Y/N.”

“I know you will Jamie. It’s Siri I’m worried about. Why don’t we show him what he’s missing out on? Lie back against the pillows for me, both of you.”

“What about me?”

“You can watch for now, learn how to follow their example.”

He huffed.

“Suit yourself.”

You knew your usual roles in the bedroom, so you were trying your best not to be too stern. But still, you needed to teach Sirius his place.

You lifted up the bottom of James' shirt and kissed his hip bone delicately. He got more and more ansty as you drifted your direction to the middle and down, and down, and down.

You very happily undid his belt and pulled off his pants. The state of his arousal was much more noticeable now.

“Can I suck your cock Jamie? Would you like that?”

“Yes please.”

“Good boy, Remmy can you spit on my hand please?”

You held your palm up to his mouth expectantly, but he seemed hesitant.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed sweetie, never for doing what I ask.”

He nodded and did what he was told and immediately you felt your clit throb. Having control over these three boys was certainly a power trip. Knowing you were the first person to make James tremble like this as you engulfed his cock expertly was definitely a turn on. As you bobbed up and down on James’ impressive cock, you rubbed the bulge in Remus’s trousers. The whines the two boys were making was truly music to your ears. You lifted with a pop.

“Alright Siri, are you ready to be good now?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Did you like what you were seeing?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Do you wanna try and make Remmy feel good?”

“I’ve never sucked-”

“I know, but I’m here to help you baby.”

You’ve never seen Sirius so nervous, so quiet.

“What I’m gonna get you to do first is what you do when you jerk Remmy off, Okay? Just spit on his cock and move your hand up and down alright?”

Remus shuddered as he watched Sirius in his submissive state.

“Good job Siri, look how happy you’re making Remmy. Now you can start by sucking the head, like this.”

James whimpered, and soon Remus was making the same noises. You placed your palm on Remus’s stomach to keep him from bucking his hips. Much to James disappointment you pulled away from him again.

“Okay Sirius, don’t forget to breathe through your nose and make sure you keep your teeth tucked behind your lips, there we go that’s it. Hollow your cheeks now too. How does that feel Remus?”

“F-feels good.”

“Yeah? Sirius is being such a good boy now. Is Siri gonna make you cum?

“Y-yes.”

You grabbed hold of Sirius’s curly locks and pushed him down farther, making him gag and tear up. The vibrations making Remus cum instantly. You pulled Sirius off once Remus started squirming at the uncomfortable feeling of overstimulation.

“Did you swallow? Show Remmy.”

Remus groaned when he saw Sirius stick out his tongue, and you did too.

“Y/N”

James' voice was raspy.

“Yes baby?”

“Wanna make you feel good, wanna fuck you.”

“Want me to Ride you Jamie?”

“Please.”

“Okay, but since this is your first time you might not last that long alright?”

“That’s okay, Sirius can take over after me.”

“Alright well you lie back and I’ll take care of you. Sirius, you wait like a good boy and I’ll help you out in a second. If you want you can get Remus to suck you off while you wait. Teach him like I taught you.”

You were suddenly aware of how you were still wearing all of your clothes so you hopped off the bed to quickly strip them off and you found yourself smirking at the expression of pure need and desire on James’ face.

You straddled his waist and pressed a kiss to his cheek before aligning his cock with your entrance. Inch by inch you and down on him as he clutched the sheets below him.

“This alright Jamie?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Perfect, can I move now?”

“Yes please.”

You raised your hips up, but before you could bring them back down James snapped his hips up to yours.

“James, fuck.”

But he didn’t seem to care, with one hand resting on your hip and one fondling your breast he kept his steady rhythm that was taking your breath away. Sirius and Remus were no longer enjoying their own pleasure, but enjoying the sight of yours. You reached down to rub your clit, but Sirius pulled your hand away and replaced it with his own.

“Like this Y/N?”

“Just like that baby, doing so good for me.”

Remus squeezed in between James and Sirius to suck on the tit that James wasn’t occupying.

“Boys- I’m gonna cum fuck-”

It’s funny how in public James could be such a little shit, but now all you saw was this wide eyed trembling figure that you got to take care of and fuck it sure was enticing especially when he said things like this.

“Please cum, wanna make you feel good Mommy please please please.”

“Fuck-”

As soon as you clenched around him as you hit your high James was spurting white hot cum into the depths of your pussy. Thank god for wizard contraceptives.

You didn’t really get to bask in the moment however, since Sirius was pulling you from James out of his own desperation. He had you lying on your back.

“I need you”

“I know I’ve kept you waiting for quite some time, go ahead love.”

Not that Sirius was significantly smaller than James, but he had an easier time going inside after you had come already. Your legs found their home wrapped around his waist as soon as he found his pace.

“Y/N, I don’t think I’m going to last long.”

“That’s okay love, this is about you. Be a good boy for me and cum whenever you need.”

“It’s kinda embarrassing though.”

You cupped his cheeks and pulled his lips to meet yours.

“No need to be embarrassed- Doing such a good job Siri your cock feels so good inside of me.”

He falls down to hold his weight on his forearms, moving even faster than before.

“M’close Y/N”

“Go on and cum baby, feels so good.”

He whimpered into your neck and you soothed him by stroking his hair. Eventually he did roll off from you, unfortunately.

“You guys never told me you were subs.”

“When I’m with Remus I’m a dom.”

“Makes sense, I’d quite like to see that actually.”

Remus cleared his throat.

“Does that mean we get to do this again cause I never actually got to-”

“Of course Remmy, it just kind of makes sense doesn’t it.”

Sirius chuckled.

“Yeah, I mean it didn’t take long for James to be calling you Mommy.”

“It’s kinda sweet though, has Remus ever called you Daddy?”

“Not yet, but I feel like we’re on the brink of something big here.”

Now Remus and James were looking at each other like maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

You personally did not have any complaints; Sirius however would probably have some when you reminded him he couldn’t dom you though.

He’d have to learn the hard way.

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[mercy-burning]

Your Favorite — Part 1

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: When Y/N comes home from college for the summer to meet her mom's new boyfriend, she finds herself in a rather tough spot when she can’t stop thinking about him— And it seems he feels the same... Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Adults w/ age gap, masturbation (female and male), minor exhibitionism kink, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, breeding kink (kinda? i think? 😅) Word Count: 7.3k (do you see now why I had to make it a miniseries? alsdjfdk)

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DISCLAIMER: In this story, Spencer is dating Y/N’s mom while also having a sexual relationship with the reader herself. Because of that, there are obvious undertones of cheating, alongside some perv-y tendencies when it comes to a partner’s daughter. That being said, Spencer and Y/N’s relationship is consensual. However— If any of what I just forewarned is something that you think will make you uncomfortable while reading, please do not read! If there are any more disclaimers you think I may have missed, don’t hesitate to tell me! There is another post I made HERE with some disclaimers as well if you want to know more about what this story will entail.

NOTE: This intro is already too long, so I’ll just get this out of the way: you can find visual nsfw inspirations for this story over at @mercy-midnight, I’m working on a playlist for this story on my Spotify @/mercyburning, and I don’t know when part 2 and 3 will be out, but you can assume they’ll be here within the next few weeks.

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JUNE 5th

I hate my mom's new boyfriend.

For the past three months she'd been telling me about this new guy who's "The One" as if "The One" hasn't been like four other guys in the past two years.

And as much as I'd love for my mom to find someone to spend the rest of her life with, I don't believe she'd ever find Mr. Perfect at this rate. Unless she spent more than a few months with them at a time before dragging me home from college for a weekend to meet them, I really don't see it happening.

It just sucks. Because every time she does this, every time I return home, I see the glimmering hope in her eyes and the diminishing spark in his, and I know. I know it won't last, and her heart will be utterly broken within the span of a few months.

I always thought maybe she just had terrible taste in men.

But this time around, when I begrudgingly walk through the door of my childhood home for the summer and see my mother clinging to a man who returns that glimmer in her eyes, I know she's picked a good one.

And I hate him.

His name is Spencer Reid, and he's a retired FBI agent who teaches full time at local colleges now.

He greets me with a bona fide, radiant smile, unlike all the others before, and it sets my insides on fire. And when we sit down for dinner, he's polite (but not in a fake way,) and he seems genuinely curious about my studies and my personality and my relationship with my mother. And when dinner is finished he offers to clean up while Mom and I settle in the living room.

I see the way he looks at me as I leave, a gentle, closed-mouth smile and eyes that linger a little too long on my exposed legs before averting, a glint of shame pooling within them, and it only spreads that fire in my belly.

Maybe I'd been imagining the whole thing, because deep down I wanted him to look at me the way he had... But it's hard to tell when my brain is mostly setting off sirens, blaring "THIS IS WRONG! THIS IS WRONG!" on a loop with blinding lights.

And they're even louder when my mom wraps her arm around me and lays her head atop mine. "Well, what do you think? He's great, huh?"

She's so lovesick, it hurts. It hurts even worse knowing that all I can think about is his big hands wrapped around my throat while he fucks me into the squeaky twin-sized mattress in my bedroom upstairs.

But I can't tell her that, obviously.

And so I decidedly hate him. And I have no choice but lie to her face, embracing her joy and hoping that I'll be able to survive this summer.

"Yeah, Mom. He's really great."

JUNE 19th

It's been two weeks and I can barely stand to be in the same house anymore.

I try to keep myself busy by going outside, to the beach or for long walks in the park; but it's too hot for my liking, and our town is so small that unless I want to spend my time in the grocery store or one of the three bars on Main Street...

I'm stuck either outside where it's hot and uncomfortable, or in the house where it's also hot and uncomfortable.

We have air conditioning, of course, but that's not the problem.

It's Spencer.

I thought by now my little crush on him would have gone, but the longer he hangs around the house, the stronger my feelings for him grow. They're not romantic—nor do I think they ever could be given the fact that if anything serious really were to ever happen between us, my mom would disown me for the rest of my life and murder Spencer with her bare hands—but that doesn't make it any easier on me.

Every day he just exists, right in front of me with that tug-able mop of hair, those warm honey eyes, and his hands that never stop moving. I swear, it's like every time he breathes, his hands are breathing too, challenging me to try and stop them.

But I refuse to touch him. Because I know the moment I do, all will be lost. I won't be able to control myself anymore. And if I don't drop to my knees and try sucking his dick at the dinner table, I'm sure I'll blurt out how I can't handle it anymore and that I need him, and either way I'd be royally fucked.

Right now he's in the dining room, teaching my mom how to do a disappearing card trick. She thinks it's utterly charming that he can do it at all, but mostly that he's patient and willing enough to teach her. And normally I'd agree, but I can barely look at them without wanting to waltz over, grab his wrist, and suck his fingers into my mouth.

It's truly pathetic.

So I try to focus on the television just a few feet away. It's one of those rare instances where I wish our house was bigger, because while I don't mind having less wall-space between rooms, I do mind not being able to watch TV without the kitchen table in my periphery at a time like this. And I think about going up to my bedroom instead for a moment, but I'd have to go past the kitchen, and I just know Mom is going to ask if I'd want Spencer to teach me his magic trick.

And I most definitely do not want that.

In another life, maybe, where he isn't a hot professor and rather an average-looking dude who's way too into fantasy football... But not in this lifetime.

So there I sit, concentrating so hard on Family Feud that my face hurts.

When I hear a flutter of cards and joyous giggling from the other room, it's more than my face that hurts.

It's also my chest, churning and tensing at the hands of the green devil.

Fuck!

I barely even know this man... I haven't really talked to him because I'm afraid that if I try to hold a conversation I'll snap. He's literally just some hot older guy who's dating my mom, and still, my whole body twists and aches with envy when they do anything together, and it fucking sucks. Not only because of the jealousy, but it's also the fact that my mom deserves to be happy.

This time it's different. This time, she's really found someone who returns her every loving gaze, who makes her laugh, who's kind and genuine and not a total douche. She's happier than I've seen her in years.

And the one time she finally finds "The One", every waking second of my life is spent longing for him fuck me.

But it's only been two weeks.

And it's also been nearly two years since I got laid, so maybe that's just my issue...

I figure it can't hurt, so in a spur of the moment decision, I turn the TV off and sprint towards the stairs, right past Mom and Spencer before they can ask questions.

———

I hardly even register the dimness of the light inside the house by the time I glide up the steps, fumbling with the key and trying to make my entrance as quiet as possible. Though, because I'm so used to the dark by this point, the light—no matter how dim—nearly blinds me. The door shuts louder than I'd have liked, and I cringe inwardly, pausing as if that will keep anyone from seeing or hearing me. Not like it'll matter, considering Mom and Spencer are the only ones that are staying here and they'd also been the only ones aware of my plans for the evening.

Well, somewhat, anyway. I told them an old friend invited me out and I probably wouldn't be home until late.

Regardless, that instinct of trying not to get caught coming in late at night is stronger than common sense. Throw a little cheap beer and some shots into the mix, and it almost feels like I'm a teenager again.

The only thing different now is that I have a pool of some stranger's cum soaking my underwear and a man in front of me who stands like an angel. An exhausted, almost scruffy-looking angel more like, but my point still stands.

"You're up late," Spencer observes. It's a simple enough statement— not really judge-y, but I can tell that regardless of his knowledge of my coming home late, he seems shocked to see me coming through the front door right now.

And it's hard to look away from him. Just like it has been for the past two weeks. Still, I try, just barely avoiding his eyes as I cross my arms and fight the urge to clench my legs together. "I'm a whore. What's your excuse?"

Maybe not the best thing to say. But like I said, common sense? Gone.

"O—oh... Umm..." Spencer stumbles through his words, obviously stunned by my response, and the look in his eyes kind of makes me want to curl up in a ball and die from embarrassment. Still, I stand my ground and wait for him to continue.

He settles on a short, "I can't sleep," and then there's nothing else.

"Ah," I express. One syllable. I don't draw it out, I don't exaggerate it... This is the first real conversation I've had alone with him, and I've made it extremely awkward, so I sigh and take a few steps forward, trying to walk past him. "Okay. Goodnight."

I only make it a few steps before he stops me, his hand reaching out to tap my shoulder. "Wait—"

The touch makes me jump, and he pulls it away immediately as I turn to face him. My heart is racing at the speed of light, my panties are soaked through, and if I'm not careful that whole 'no common sense' thing is going to bite me so hard in the ass I won't have one left.

"Can I talk to you?" His voice is barely audible, and the gentle rasp it has to it seems to make me even more wet.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak.

"Look, I um... Your mom has been totally transparent with me about her relationships, so I know that she's been through a lot of them in a short amount of time... And I know that must be a little difficult for you. Especially now that I'm here... And you've been... distant. And I know that I don't know you that well, so forgive me if I'm assuming anything, but I just want you to know that I don't have any intention of making things difficult for you and your mother."

Too late, pal, I think bitterly, the gentle authority in his tone setting my insides alight. I'm positive that voice could get me to do so many things...

That's the alcohol and sex talking, Y/N, just shake it and move on...

He starts again, but I cut him off with a short wave of my hand. "Look, I... I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I had a really long night, and I'm exhausted. I just wanna shower and go to bed."

I expect more resistance, but Spencer only nods. I still can't bring myself to look him in the eye, though this time I catch his hands clenching at the bottom hem of his shirt. "I understand. Sleep well."

Without another word I turn on my heel and walk a little faster towards the stairs, and I'm about to take my first step when I realize he's followed me. His voice calls out my name softly from a few feet behind, and it stops me in my tracks regardless of my desire to get out of there as fast as I can. And then I turn around and finally look directly at his face.

Big mistake.

His eyes are on my legs again, trailing slowly upwards until he reaches my face. The light over here is dimmer, barely noticeable at all, though I swear I can see red forming on his cheeks.

"I like your dress," he says softly. It's almost meek, like he'd been afraid to say it but took a chance anyway.

It's such a random, small compliment, but with the alcohol and endorphins flowing through my body after the night I'd just had, it nearly makes me quiver.

It also makes me incredibly stupid.

An amused, almost sensual grin forms on my face as I make eye contact with him, and I feel myself throb at the way I can just barely see his throat move. He looks like a deer in headlights, afraid to make one sudden move.

"Turning to flattery to try and win me over, are we?" I say slowly.

I almost think he'll stumble over his words once more, but again he surprises me with a full answer. It's only three words but it's clear, and his voice is deep, and I want to fucking jump his bones right then and there.

"Is it working?"

This has to be the alcohol making me imagine things... I swear I didn't even drink that much tonight, but it has to be an obvious lapse in judgement. The drinking mixed with the sex mixed with the dirty thoughts I've been having about this man lately have to be what's making this feel real. It's all culminating into this one big fantasy (or delusion, more like), and all I need is to shower and sleep it off.

That has to be it.

So because there's no other reasonable explanation that my brain can conjure up, I take a chance and throw Spencer a wink before turning and sprinting up the stairs.

And it's that same seemingly undeniable reasoning for this illusion that doesn't keep my hands from wandering in the shower. Even though those warning sirens in my brain keep blaring, telling me that the common sense is still there for me to utilize, they're drowned out by my thrumming heartbeat and the repetition of Spencer's soothing, authoritative voice, guiding my movements.

Keep rubbing your clit for me, baby... Just like that, nice and slow...

Warm water cascades down the front of my body as I lean back into the wall of the shower, but that's not why I'm so warm. This heat radiates through my insides, spreading like wildfire and bringing out small whimpers and mewls that I know I'll have to contain in fear of waking my mom from her bedroom right next door.

But then the thought of her hearing me next door as I cry out her boyfriend's name only excites me more. I keep it quiet still, but just knowing that someone else is in the house while I'm having these thoughts right now (one of them being the object of said thoughts) is what finally brings me over the edge.

I finish my shower on weak legs, definitely overstimulated now, but also feeling even more tired. I know that the moment I lay down on my bed, I'll be pulled into the sweet, soft surrender of a deep sleep.

Nothing else has ever sounded so pleasant.

———

When I woke up that morning after, I was feeling surprisingly calm. Realistically I knew that my whole 'this has to be an illusion' montage had been less truth and more inebriated babble, and the longer I sat on it the more I thought it'd all turned out for the better.

Turns out, tipsily masturbating in the shower to thoughts of your mom's hot new boyfriend was a surefire way to get it out of your system, right?

Wrong.

It really had been okay at first. I thought about Spencer almost immediately, and yeah, he was still hot as fuck—But there wasn't this overwhelming desire within me to jump his bones when I saw him that morning, his hair messy and his hands clutching a cup of coffee while Mom made breakfast behind him.

But that good feeling I had about all of this? It lasts only about a split second.

Because the moment he looks up and sees me, the mug falls out of his hand and shatters to pieces. His eyes stay glued to me, even as my mother darts over to pick up the pieces of the ceramic that are scattered about the table and the floor. And when she turns back to grab a paper towel, he still stares at me, once again at my legs.

It takes me all of four seconds afterwards to remember that not only did I talk to him briefly last night, but I also flirted with him after he complimented me.

That whole part seemed to have slipped my mind when waking up, and now that his gaze is bringing me back to that moment, that 'this has to be an illusion' montage is starting to become larger than I'd remembered.

It isn't until he finally snaps out of it and starts to help my mom clean up the mess that I snap out of it, too, going back upstairs to clear my head and cool the heat radiating over my skin.

———

There's a knock at my bedroom door about an hour later, and it sounds different than my mom's usually quick two-knock succession. That means it's someone else, and unsurprisingly, my stomach tightens at the thought of seeing him again.

"Yeah?" I call out, turning in my desk chair and meeting Spencer's figure in the doorway. He's changed, a rather nice pair of slacks and a white button-up shirt clinging to his limbs.

"Can I come in?"

"Mhm," I say. I still don't know if I entirely trust myself to say anything more than a few words to him, and as he enters the room and sits on the foot of my bed, I wonder if he can tell.

He tries, really tries, to look me in the eye, but I know that it's hard. I've been in the same spot. And then he takes a deep breath before folding his hands in his lap.

"Y/N, I want to apologize... When we... talked last night... It was kind of weird, and then this morning wasn't really any better..." He can barely get out the words 'talk' and 'last night'... And then he avoids my gaze altogether, staring at the floor and trailing off, trying to put his thoughts together it seems.

And that's when it starts to click into place.

There's one thing that both last night and this morning have in common, and I've noticed it almost every time I've caught him staring at me. At my legs. It's happened almost daily since I've met him. And then, the night I come home clearly having just been fucked, waltzing past him, entertaining his fascination with my legs and then masturbating to thoughts of him in the shower, he finally starts dropping mugs.

He must also really feel something here. Something similar to my own feelings. And really, that should be a red flag, because he's my mom's boyfriend, and it's a goddamned fucking mess...

But fuck, it excites me.

I'm still wearing my pajama shorts, silky and lavender in color, and I use them to my advantage, slowly crossing one leg over the other and just barely gaining Spencer's attention back.

"Yeah, what was that, anyway?" I ask him, amusement dripping off my tongue.

I can tell from his reaction that he wasn't expecting me to ask. A few times he opens his mouth to speak and then closes it , stumbling before panicking. He's been pretty good so far at coming up with answers and explanations, so the fact that this time I finally seemed to have broken him down makes it all the more clear.

He must have heard me in the shower.

Right?

I'm almost completely positive that's what this is about. And there's one way for me to get the confirmation I'm looking for.

"So you heard me, huh?"

I try to keep my voice as plain as I can as not to give away my motives, and with my luck Spencer is so flustered that he probably wouldn't have even noticed it at all. He looks up at me, his eyes desperately trying to find something he can use to make up a lie, but in the end there's no use.

I've caught him. And he knows it.

"Yes," he whispers. He looks exhausted, guilty, and also a little like he wants to cross the barrier and kiss me.

Okay, maybe that part's just in my head. I really can't tell. But I do know that hearing me call his name out in the shower last night is what brought him to this point of severe distress. As much as that excites me, though, it also embarrasses me a little. Maybe if it hadn't happened we could have avoided further destruction.

It must read on my face, because Spencer perks a little. "Oh! Y/N, I'm not... I'm not mad or anything. I really didn't mean to overhear and invade your privacy... Really, I-I'm sorry."

The fact that he's apologizing to me right now, rather than acting all grossed out that I even did it in the first place, tells me he either feels guilty for not being able to help himself from hearing me, or he's just a good guy who loves my mom and doesn't want to ruin it because of a little mishap.

Either way, it's frustrating, because I don't know what to do.

Well, I know what I want to do, but I don't know if I should hint at it.

But then he does something. It's small, and no one would have noticed, but I've been fascinated with his hands since the moment I met him, so my eyes are instantly drawn there.

They're clenched so hard, his knuckles are nearly white.

He's nervous.

To ease his mind a bit, I hold off on poking the bear harder (though it's really tempting to see what will happen if I don't) and nod, trying to make myself look as apologetic and small as possible.

"It's okay... I... I won't make it awkward if you won't?"

His shoulders slump, and his body seems to relax. "Y–yeah. Yeah, deal."

He gets up off the bed and blurts one final apology before heading for the door, but that part of me that wants to poke the bear further makes me stand up and follow him.

"Spencer?" I call out.

He freezes and turns to face me, and I don't think he quite expected me to be as close as I am. I have to tilt my head up to look at him, and the angle gives me an added layer of this innocence I'm trying to achieve.

"I'm sorry, too..."

No the fuck I'm not.

Whether he can sense my lie or not, he doesn't show it. But I think he at least knows that I'm pitching my voice a little higher on purpose, and if that doesn't give it away, the way I'm staring at him sure should.

Still, he only nods and retreats.

All there's left to do is see what happens.

JUNE 25th

For someone who agreed not to make things awkward, Spencer sure can't keep his eyes off of me.

To be fair, I have tried to keep things fairly normal. I only really interacted with him if I had to, I kept my distance, and I saved my skimpier clothing for the strangers I was regularly going out to see almost every weekend.

My lustful feelings for him aren't as strong now that I've been getting some on a semi-regular basis and keeping myself occupied. I've been doing my part.

But I still can't shake him entirely.

Whenever he spends the night (which is surprisingly most nights), the occasional wet dream about him gets me frustrated when I know he's just down the hall and sleeping soundly next to my mom. On those days I try to cut as much interaction with him as I can, though it doesn't keep me from seeing the occasional stare he throws my way.

I wish I could say that I hate it.

But I don't, and it increasingly gets worse. It's only been a week, so there's still time, but honestly, I don't think there's any shaking him.

Today especially is one of those days where it's hard not to give into the incessant need to tease him and coax some stronger reaction out of him.

I talked to Mom earlier this morning about getting some new clothes, and she had this brilliant idea to have Spencer take me. "It would be a good chance for you two to bond a little, don't you think?" she insisted, nudging him in the side and silently pleading with her eyes for him to agree.

I could tell from the look on his face that he really wasn't ready to be alone with me again, but that only excited me.

"Yeah, I think that's a great idea," I piped up, positively beaming.

Mom was so excited for us to 'bond' and also that I was gladly inclined to go through with it that Spencer couldn't have said no to her even if he wanted to.

And I was pretty sure he didn't want to.

Yet here we are, sitting in the car, the air conditioning so strong it's blowing some of my hair into my eyes. I think it had been his way of punishing me for choosing today to wear a short skirt, something I usually refrain from nowadays unless I'm going out, and it makes me smile. I can't help it.

I also can't help the way my fingers play with my skirt, dying to tease him some more. I just want to see, to know for sure that I'm driving him mad.

"No offence, but you seem weird today... Is there something wrong?" I ask him, lifting my skirt just a smidge. The air from the car blows the fabric in waves.

"You're acting this way on purpose."

Well, I hadn't been expecting that answer... All this time he'd hardly been confrontative, and now he's full-on calling me out. It's plain to see that he's finally snapped, and I would have felt sorry about it if I didn't find it extremely sexy.

"What do you mean?"

"Y/N..."

My name on his lips is a warning. He's clearly annoyed, exasperated, and I'm loving every second. "Don't act oblivious. I'm not stupid, and neither are you. I don't want to make you hate me or anything, but you have to know where I'm coming from. I was willing to let the shower thing slide... And you said you were too, for that matter, so I don't know what's changed, but it has to stop now. Understood?"

Oh, all I want is to argue with him. I want to point out that none of this is really my fault because he's the one who hasn't been able to stop staring at me all summer so far. I want to tell him that if he wants this to stop he has to make it stop.

But that isn't going to give me any of the answers I'm looking for or further proof of my theory that he wants me just as badly as I want him. And I am not going to fuck this whole situation up by making a poorly-timed move on him.

I have to know for sure.

So, I fold my hands neatly in my lap, sigh, and look dead ahead. "Right... We said no awkwardness. I'm sorry."

Spencer seems to accept my apology and continues down the road.

When we make it to the mall I think he's calmed down. At least, he seems a little more comfortable around me, and honestly I'm okay with it. As much as his spiel in the car turned me on, it also exhausted me to the point of silence.

Even as we walk around each store in the mall, I just lead and he follows, not saying a word when I pick out a top or a pair of pants or whatever else I need. And when it comes time to pay, he takes the basket from me and pays for it with no question.

Near five bags of clothes later, I figure I could get used to this new dynamic.

But then we pass a lingerie store, and I remember that the main thing I'd needed was new underwear. I start to turn into the store, but stop suddenly, pausing awkwardly and deciding to go straight ahead instead.

"You don't want to go in?" Spencer asks.

I shake my head. "No, it's fine. I can just pick some up later, it's not a big deal."

He sighs then, nodding his head towards the sign. "If you need to go in, you can... I'll just wait out here if you're uncomfortable."

I really want to call him out, ask him if he's the one who should be worried about being uncomfortable. But so far this afternoon has been pretty decent, and I really don't want to make things any weirder than they have to be.

Besides... If my theory is right...

"Sure. Thanks. Uh, how am I gonna pay, though?"

"O—Oh... I'll uh... I'll just watch the counter and come in when you need me."

"Orrrr, you could just give it to me?"

This time I get a laugh out of him. "Not a chance. Go in, I'll wait."

I smile at him and hand him the bags to hold onto while I leave, and it fills me with absolute amusement that he'd just given me one more ounce of proof that I'm right.

He's gonna have to come inside and pay for what I bought. He could have just given me the card, and maybe he truly doesn't trust me with it (which I don't know why he wouldn't honestly), but he chose to come inside all the same.

I browse happily then, going through the displays and picking out things I need, but also things I know Spencer will like.

Specifically, I stumble on a pair of lavender panties, embroidered with flowery trim up top. The pattern from the outside is lace, but there's a thin layer of cotton underneath designed to be more comfortable to wear.

I've noticed that he can never seem to look away when I'm wearing anything, really, but it's more intense when I wear one of two things. Florals, and any type of purple. And these fit both of those bills perfectly.

Now there's just one more bill to take care of.

I stride over to the counter and turn around, finding that Spencer's caught my eye immediately. Either he truly had been paying attention to the counter the whole time, or he'd been watching through the glass, following me with his gaze to the best of his abilities. Either way, he blinks a few times and looks like he's gathering the courage to go in before actually taking any steps.

I laugh to myself, eager to gauge his reaction to this next step.

Surprisingly, he holds up well. The air between me, him, and the cashier is obviously awkward, but he doesn't say anything and barely looks at what she rings up. (I say barely because he tries extremely hard not to look at the purple pair I picked out, inadvertently adding another checkmark to my list of proof.) She tells him the total, he hands her the card, and within a minute, everything is in our possession and we're leaving the mall entirely.

I don't think there are any more steps to my plan today once we get in the car and I tell him thank you. (To which he responds a short and simple, Sure thing, and turns the radio on.)

But then there's a note taped to the front door, and it instantly gives me another one.

My Sweethearts,

I got called in on a work emergency and won't be back until 7. I would have called but I figured you were having a nice time and didn't want to interrupt! I'll bring home dinner, and then maybe you can tell me about how your day went. Can't wait to hear it!

XOXO,

Eve/Mom

I check my phone, seeing that it's almost 3.

Perfect.

But I don't want to give myself away too quickly, so I thank Spencer again for taking me out and tell him that I'm going upstairs to make sure everything fits right. He nods and lets me go, though not without lingering eyes. I can feel it.

The smile never leaves my face as I try all my clothes on. Once each article has been fitted, I throw it in a laundry basket and move to the next, until I get to the last piece.

The lavender panties.

As expected, they fit perfectly, and as I look at myself in the mirror I picture what Spencer would look like when he sees me wearing them.

That's right. When.

I throw back on my earlier outfit and grab the basket, acting as bored and normal as possible to find him sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book.

"Hey," I greet him, setting the basket in front of me once I reach the bottom of the stairs. "Everything fits good, I just need them washed now. Could you run these down to the laundry room for me? I think I'm gonna make something to snack on before Mom brings dinner."

It doesn't surprise me to see him look at my legs before my face, even if it is brief. I want to smile, but I hold back, watching him nod with a tight smile of his own.

"Sure."

He disappears and then I wait.

One...

Two...

Three.

I sneak as quietly as I can to the laundry room once I hear the washer door open. I hadn't specifically asked him to put them in the washer for me on purpose, and it looks like now he's doing exactly what I thought he might.

My head peeks around the corner, barely in his range of sight as I watch him empty the basket. He takes one item of clothing at a time and throws it in the washer, and halfway through the basket he stops, just to place a pair of my new underwear on the dryer beside him.

My heart races faster the more I wait for him to get to the end of the basket. Once he does, he pauses again, and I think I know exactly what he's looking for.

Still, he sets the basket aside and picks up the stray pair of underwear, a simple black cotton pair that I'd been getting for years, and drapes it over his hands. My thighs instantly clench, and I try so hard to remain where I am so I can see where he takes this.

He takes it straight to hell, apparently, tentatively pulling his dick out of his pants and gripping it firmly. I can barely see since his back is partially turned, but I see enough, and god he's so fucking pretty. My underwear dangle from his left hand while the other works slowly over his erection, a soft sigh falling from his lips.

I fight to let one of my own slip as my hand sinks down the front of my body, past the lavender cotton and lace that I know he just wishes he had right now.

And then, a few seconds later he's already coming, using my brand new underwear to catch each rope of it, and the sight nearly has me on my knees.

And because I want to catch him in the act, I quickly draw my hand away from myself and step into the room, barely giving him time to recover.

"You come fast."

Spencer looks utterly devastated when he turns to see me standing in the entryway to the laundry room, arms crossed and an amused smirk adorning my face.

"Y/N... I—I... I'm so sorry, I didn't... I..."

"Don't worry about it," I say, taking a step towards him and shrugging. "You heard me, and now I heard you... We're even. Besides, I... figured you might be looking for these."

He's still stunned, but he looks down all the same, watching my hands slip under my skirt and glide the lavender panties down my legs. I step out of them and hold the garment up on one finger, a soft smile still on my face.

"I picked 'em out just for you, you know," I tell him, tossing them past his face and into the washer. "I've noticed that you like purple."

This time he's quick to respond. "Y/N, we... We can't... This isn't right."

"Says the man holding my underwear soaked in his cum..."

He looks panicked again, extremely guilty, but if this isn't going to end in a total disaster, then I have to reassure him that I'm okay.

"Spencer, I'm not mad..." I take another step forward, and it feels much like trying to approach a wounded animal. I can see in his eyes and in his posture that this conflict is killing him, so I decide to show some rapport. "And I know... I know this is messy... I love my mom... And I'm sure you care about her a lot... But are we really going to ignore this? We tried that, remember? And now look where we are."

"I..." He swallows, shaking his head and trying to avoid my eyes. "I can't stop thinking about you... I can't..."

My hand finds his arm, and the light touch has him sighing out, an incredulous, breathy laugh escaping him. "Y/N, please... Don't."

"Don't what?" I ask softly, praying he won't turn me away. If he does, we're just back to square one, only the square is jagged, sharper than ever before, and in serious danger of injuring someone.

When he meets my eyes, I see nothing but a desire for something he knows he can't have. "Don't want me."

Now it's my turn to laugh. My knees start to wobble as I go down, keeping my eyes locked onto his, and I swear I see them dilate fully. I scoot in closer, sliding my hand up his leg and finding the words in my heart to finally say out loud.

"It's too late for that..."

My face moves closer, and the hand of his that doesn't currently hold my underwear flies down to gently tug at my hair, keeping me in place.

"If you do this... God, Y/N, I won't be able to stop myself..."

A smirk dances over my lips as I lean in, breath fanning gently over his exposed skin. "Don't."

He swallows. "Don't what?"

"Don't stop yourself."

I barely get the words out before his hand is completely pulling me towards him, and the second my lips press against the silky skin of his hard cock, he loses it completely.

His fingers thread through my hair as I kiss and lick my way softly up to the tip. Once I'm there, I swirl my tongue out and taste the small beads of cum that had remained after he came, a low, satiated hum radiating through my body and making him shiver under my touch.

And then I wrap my lips fully around the head of his dick, and there's no stopping the most beautiful sound I've ever heard come out of his mouth. It's a broken, desperate whisper of my name. The crack in his voice when he says it spurs me forward, and I take him deeper into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.

That's when he tosses my underwear in the washer and uses both of his hands to grab my head, roughly guiding me along his cock and fully taking control of my actions.

The fire in my belly doesn't ease up, not even once he's decided that he can't take it anymore and pulls me off of him harshly.

And that's only because now he's fully turned over, finally given into these desires that have been plaguing him presumably from the moment we met.

"I want you stripped and in your bed, on your hands and knees within the next five minutes."

I get up off the floor and walk up to him until our bodies are flush, my arms reaching up to wrap around his neck.

"What are you gonna do to me, Spencer?"

He searches my eyes, and his own grow dark with the purest form of sin I'd ever seen. And when his hands come up over the back of my legs, and under my skirt to grab my ass and pull me even closer to him, I can't help the little mewl that slips past my lips.

He smiles, and if it hadn't been for the grip he held on me, I would have fallen to my knees. "Little girl, when I'm through with you, you'll have to come up with some excuse to your mom about why you can't walk straight... Is that what you want?"

The mention of my mom should send me running in the opposite direction, but his threat only prolongs that fire in my veins and makes me want him even more.

I tilt my head up and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Do your worst..."

———

Turns out he was very true to his word.

Sitting at the kitchen table is somewhat of a relief, but I try not to walk around as much when Mom gets home. She'd asked me almost immediately if I was okay, and I told her I was just hungry and needed to eat something.

She seemed to have bought it, rushing to the kitchen to unpack the fast food she'd ordered for us. Over her shoulder, Spencer gave me a sly smile, and it took everything I had within myself not to crumble.

Through bites of food, I only half-listen to Mom telling us about the stuff she had to do at work because most of the words I'm hearing are in my head— A loop of endless dirty talk that plants deep into the soil of my stomach and spreads out through my whole body. It infects me, like the most beautiful poison, and I never want it to stop.

"Tell me, sweetheart, you ever let a man come inside you before?"

His weight on top of me coupled together with the heft of his voice has me whining out in pleasure, each snap forward of his hips over my ass as he pounds into me from behind the most delectable burn I've ever felt.

"Uh huh," I answer happily, twisting my head to feel his cheek against my own. "That night you heard me in the shower... I walked through the door with a stranger's cum soaking my panties... And you know what?"

He grumbles, his hips hitting into me harder as he waits for me to continue.

"I wished it was yours..."

My legs clench together under the table and I take a large gulp of water.

I feel something graze over my bare shin, and I already know it's Spencer's foot, a silent reassurance of his presence and that no matter what, he'll always be here.

"Here's what's going to happen..."

He has me on my back now, my legs hoisted over his shoulders and bent back so I'm nearly folded in half. His hips are flush against mine and I can feel his cock throbbing as he comes into the condom.

"You're gonna make an appointment to make sure you're clean... You're gonna make sure you're on good birth control... And then the next time I fuck this pretty little pussy, you're gonna really know what it feels like to have a man come inside you."

Right... Like I really need a reminder of his presence.

I can practically feel it still inside me, taking up every inch of space my body could provide. And no matter how long I go without seeing him, I have no doubt that it'll always remain.

"But that's enough about me, I'm sorry." Mom's voice shifts and breaks me out of my fantasy. "So, how did your day of bonding go? You have fun?"

Spencer and I share a look, a smile spreading over his lips that makes me smile in turn.

"Yeah, Mom," I say. "It was great."

He nods in kind. "Yeah... We'll definitely have to do it again."

His foot grazing over my leg under the table cements the unwavering smile on my face, as does the way my whole body burns at the memory of him fucking me upstairs only hours before.

I don't even flinch or get sick to my stomach when Mom reaches over and gives Spencer a kiss.

———

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you flinch during an argument

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thank you to anon for this request 

characters ♡ suna, atsumu & sakusa

content warning ♡ cursing, angst, mentions of abuse, hurt to comfort, hinted ptss, parent!reader (in sakusa’s)

rintarō suna

♡ he paced back and forth through the living room, casting you dirty looks whenever you try to speak 

♡ you rolled your eyes at how far he took your singular comment on his volleyball career

♡ you were aware that what you said might’ve offended him and in any other situation you would’ve just apologised but considering how needlessly confrontational he was being, of course you were going to be mean too

♡ ‘rin, you’re being overdramatic.’ you muttered off-handedly, assuming he’d brush it off like everything else you said, so ofc you did not expect what he did next

♡ he suddenly stormed over to you 

♡ not only did he take you by surprise but also his furrowed brows and generally mad aura unnerved you too, so your natural instinct was to flinch 

♡ once he saw that, he immediately stopped in his tracks 

♡ his head slowly tilted to the side and his clenched jaw loosened, ‘(y/n)?’

♡ your hands were still covering your face but when you heard the suna’s soft voice, you realised what you had just done and craned your neck out to peer over your hands, ‘yes?’

♡ obviously, his intention wasn’t to hurt you but rather just stand in front of you. though it worried him that your natural instinct was to prepare yourself for harm from him. despite the fact he would/has never hit you. 

♡ ‘are you okay?’ he sighed, slowly approaching you as if you were a small critter that’d run away in fright at any moment

♡ you hesitantly lowered your arms, eyes wide as you intensely examined his every move, ‘i’m fine. are you okay?’

♡ suna gestured to the seat beside you on the couch, ‘i’m good. can i sit?’

♡ you simply nodded

♡ he reluctantly sat down next to you and gently placed his hand on your knee, tracing circles with his thumb, ‘i didn’t mean to scare you. i’m sorry.’ he said, his now hushed voice contrasting to how sharp and loud his words were just a minute ago

♡ you blinked rapidly, shocked at how quickly his demeanour changed but also relieved he realised that what he did brought you discomfort, ‘it’s fine, i guess. it just looked like you were going to- y’know. and i’m sorry too, what i said was uncalled for’ you murmured, the words just falling from your lips without any prior thought as your mind was somewhere else

♡ ‘i’d never do that.’ he blurted out, ‘but i get why you might’ve thought.’

♡ a few minutes passed and not a word was spoken - you just blankly stared at the wall opposite, completely lost in thought while suna closed his eyes, slumped back in his seat and revaluated everything he did 

♡ eventually, you snapped out of your contemplation and turned to look at him, only to see his sleeping figure beside you 

♡ it was probably the most peaceful you’ve saw him all day - so you decided against waking him up and instead cuddled up to him, accidentally falling asleep yourself 

atsumu miya

♡ you had your arms crossed over your chest, patiently waiting for atsumu to finish his hissy fit

♡ ‘it was a fucking joke, (y/n)! not that i’d expect you to understand my humour anyway. do you not get what you did? you fucking embarrassed me.’

♡ ‘it wasn’t a very funny joke, atsumu.’ you shook your head disapprovingly, trying your very best to keep a level-head but his nasty remarks didn’t make it an easy task for you, ‘you made me really uncomfortable so of course i was going to say something. also, i didn’t embarrass you, you embarrassed yourself.’

♡ the fact you weren’t as worked-up about this as he was only irritated him more. because deep-down, he knew he was being overdramatic and the contrast between both of your demeanours only highlighted this fact.

♡ he gritted his teeth together, momentarily side-eyeing you before absentmindedly cracking his knuckles

♡ he cracked his bones when he got tense - you knew this - but there was a faint voice at the back of your head, insisting that you had to run away bc he was preparing to hit you 

♡ and it didn’t help when he jerked his head around to look at you 

♡ though it was only the movement of his neck, this caused you to flinch as a part of you expected his hasty motion to be followed by a swing of his hand 

♡ you never really thought too much of your action and assumed atsumu would pay no mind to it and continue to talk but you couldn’t have been more wrong

♡ he slapped his hand over his mouth and let out gasp as though his whole soul was exiting his body through his mouth

♡ your eyes were squeezed shut but you blinked them open to see when you mentally established that atsumu wasn’t going to swing at you and had actually stopped yelling

♡ ‘(y/n)- i’d- i’d never do that!’ the volume of his voice gradually rose as he spoke, starting as breathy emphasis and increasing to a cry

♡ upon noticed his appalled expression and his frozen structure, you dropped your arms which you had automatically raised in defence, ‘you’d never do what?’  you voice was hushed, afraid that if you spoke too loud, you’d reignite his temper

♡ he rushed over to your side, immediately opening up his strong arms for you to enter, if you wished, ‘i’d never hit you.’

♡ both his eyes and tone seemed sincere so without even thinking, you found yourself leaning into his embrace, his arms holding you close - but gently

♡ you really had no reason not to believe him as he’s never harmed you purposely in the past and he didn’t plan on harming you just there; he didn’t even plan on intimidating you but that kinda just happened involuntarily

♡ he had so much on his mind, so much he needed so say at once, so much he wanted you to know. hence, it all came out as rambles. 

♡ ‘i love you, (y/n). i love you so much. i don’t want anyone to hurt you - including myself. i just want you to feel safe - i want you to be safe - so i’ll leave if you don’t feel that way with me around. i can understand why you wouldn’t. but heh, i guess it’s quite funny because i feel the safest when i’m with you. well, it’s not funny - i’m actually gonna miss you like hell - but it’s ironic. i wouldn’t even dream of harming you, love, but i don’t expect you to live in fear constantly so yeah, i’ll go if you want me to.’

♡ you blinked rapidly against his chest, pulling back to look him in the eyes and to your surprise, he appeared to be in more tears than you

♡ ‘i love you too, atsumu.’ you cooed, wiping away one of his tears with your shivering hand, ‘we don’t have to break-up. i mean, truthfully, i feel safe when you’re around too.’

♡ he let out an audible sigh of relief, ‘thank goodness.’

♡ a few moments passed of you just silently enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms until he spoke up once again while placing an infintite amount of kisses on your forehead, punctuating each kiss with an ‘i love you.’

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he was sitting beside you on the bed but he had long before withdrew his arm which rested behind your head when you expressed your concern surrounding his hostile behaviour lately 

♡ ‘omi, i’m too ti--’

♡ ‘don’t call me that.’

♡ you sighed as you realised that this had spiralled into a heated fight which you really didn’t intend for it to become. all you wanted to do was talk to him about how rude he’s been to you and the baby as of recently and try to work out a solution but he had turned this into something way bigger than it needed to be.

♡ the remarks he was throwing around - as if they were nothing - resulted in a wrath bubbling in the pits of your stomach, which had been present and building up since the start of sakusa’s attitude problems 

♡ you knew that if this argument didn’t stop soon, you’d lash out on him and although you really didn’t have a problem with that in theory, you had spent hours trying to get the baby to fall asleep and you didn’t want to risk waking them up with the noise 

♡ and though you hated to give sakusa (mental) praise in a situation like this, you had to admit that he was good at keeping his voice down even while angry

♡ so you decided that it was best to diffuse this situation quickly and pick it up at a later date, ‘you know what, kiyoomi--’

♡ ‘don’t call me that either.’ at this point it was clear he was just saying that to piss you off, and it was working

♡ ‘--i’m going to bed; i’m tired from doing all the work in this damn house. we’ll talk about this later.’

♡ sakusa quirked a brow, scoffing at your statement despite the fact it was completely true 

♡ ‘no, let’s talk about it right now. since you clearly have a lot to say.’ 

♡ instead of replying, you gave him what he deserved - the silent treatment

♡ you casually pulled off your slippers, tossing them aside, proceeding to do other nightly activities - while completely ignoring his presence - then reached down to pull the duvet over yourself so you could drift into sweet, serene slumber to imagine a life where sakusa acted like loved you again  

♡ ‘(y/n).’ sakusa snapped, his voice sharp and demanding, ‘listen to me. talk to me- god, you’re so immature.’

♡ your eyes widened; out of the corner of your eye you saw him quickly raise his arm

♡  during your three years of marriage with sakusa, not once had he ever purposefully harmed you - physically or emotionally - but you were aware that what you were doing displeased him so your immediate reaction was to turn away and shield yourself with your forearms

♡ sakusa froze

♡ moments passed and you had yet to feel the impact of his hand so you lowered your defences to peer at him, only to see that his arm was stretched upwards as he yawned

♡ his gaze flickered between you and his arm - he was truly at a loss for words at what he just witnessed

♡ a lump formed at the back of his dry throat as he didn’t dare to speak, trying to communicate all his emotions through his eyes which grew increasingly difficult as they began to burn with tears and ache from the elongated period of time he went without blinking 

♡ he wanted to tell you that he’d never lay an finger on you in that way, that he adores you and he was aware of how he’s been treating you recently but he was previously too arrogant to change his ways. now he was ready to change though, if it’s not too late. 

♡ but all that came out was a choked syllable followed by a cough 

♡ ‘are you okay, omi?’ you tilted your head, watching as your husband coughed his lungs out beside you, his puffy, irritated eyes squeezed shut

♡ he eventually managed to catch his breath and the first thing he did was offer his shaky hand to you 

♡ though you were reluctant at first, upon meeting his gaze, it was as though his fury had melted away. his eyebrows were no longer knitted together, his judgemental sneer was now a gentle smile he wore to try reassure you and the way he looked at you resembled how he did on your wedding day. all the resentment, all the stress and all irritation was gone - which left you with the considerate, understanding man you had married. 

♡ you fingers found their way to his as you slowly intertwined them together, ‘we should, uh, g-get some rest, yeah?’ you stuttered, your lips gradually curling into a weak grin

♡ a faint hum of agreement could be heard from sakusa as he shuffled so he was now laying down, with a duvet draped over him 

♡ though he lay with the intention of going to sleep, he kept his hand locked with yours all throughout the night

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you are so beautiful ✰ S.B x fem!reader

pt. 2 to it’s fine to be nervous

hi! so i’m back from the dead-

requested: yes/no (requests open)

warnings: smut (please be aware this is my first time writing smut so it’s probably shit), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), swearing, shy!reader, virgin!reader, tbh this is just kinda fluffy smut, cute boyfriend sirius, also a a bit cringe worthy when she asks him cause i don’t know how to write this ✌️ (as always please let me know if i missed anything) also i refuse to believe that sirius wouldn’t call his partner mon amour so yeah don’t mind that

also i hate the word panties so we’re not gonna be using that 😭

summary: after finally becoming more confident around sirius, the reader asks him to take her virginity.

Also i don’t know who on my taglist is or isn’t comfortable with smut so please message me or put in my asks whether to remove you from it when i post smut again

y/n was happy and so very comfortable in her relationship with sirius. the two had been dating for nearly 8 months, and she felt as though she was finally ready to take a step further in their relationship.

and although she may be comfortable, she was still inexperienced and quite awkward at times. kissing him without needing him to initiate was one thing, but initiating anything more? that was quite far out of her comfort zone.

but, alas, it was an unspoken rule between the two that sirius would wait until she gave him the all clear. he wanted her to feel safe, and he certainly didn’t want her to feel pressured in anyway. so he left it to her to decide when she was ready.

after endless tossing and turning, she finally decided to just go for it! she finally plucked up enough courage.

“siri” she spoke quietly. “yes my love” he asked, face showing a bit of concern. the only thing running through his mind was ‘why is she so nervous?’ and ‘is she ok?’

had he made her uncomfortable? did she want to break up?

what he didn’t expect was for the conversation they were about to have. just above a whisper, “i’m ready”. he looked at her slightly confused and she continued “i want to have sex with you” he barely even heard it, not quite believing his ears he asked “could you just say that one more time?” she looked him in the eye, still obviously quite nervous “i want to have sex”.

he looked her in the eyes and whispered “y/n are you 100% sure? cause i don’t want you to regre-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence because she smashed her lips onto his. “i’m sure” she breathed as they pulled away.

the two had been sitting in his dorm, the marauders all out for the day. they had the room to themselves, and for once they were gonna use it to their advantage.

“i love you, so much” sirius whispered as he kissed her again. “i love you siri” y/n muttered against his lips.

laying her down on her back, he kissed down her jaw, neck, collar bone, and finally got to where her top started. “can i take this off, love?” she nodded, reaching to hep him take it off, soon they were back to participating in a very heavy makeout session.

she could feel him against her, bucking her hips up to feel more friction, sirius couldn’t help but groan against her lips. “fuck… love you have no idea what you’re doing to me”

sirius trailed kisses down her neck, detouring to her chest. the more he kissed her the more she whimpered, just wanting all of him.

before anything could go any further, he grabbed his wand, locked the door and casted a silencing charm. and finally, double checked with y/n that she’s as sure. “you still up for this, love. cause we can forget this and just cuddle if you want.” she shook her head with a. smile “i want to, siri. i’m sure. please.” she practically begged.

happy with her answer, he kissed her one more time. but this was different. it was full of love, admiration, trust. it was slow, it was meaningful. she started to grab at his top, he understood what she was doing and took it off, smiling at her, before kissing her again.

“you are so beautiful, you know that right?” she smiled at him, kissing him one more time, before her hands trailed down to his belt. once again getting the message, sirius helped y/n take it off. he then trailed his hands to her jeans, looking at her one more time for confirmation, and when she nodded he quite happily started to unbutton them. he trailed kisses down her stomach, slowly pulling her jeans down, and with them her underwear.

“please, sirius” he looked at he and smiled. then he started trailing kisses down her thighs, and back up to where she wanted him. he placed a kiss in her clit, before licking a stripe up her core. “fuck” she muttered, he trailed two fingers up and down her slit, before slowly sliding them in. he began with a slow pace to let her adjust, but the louder she got, the faster he went. when he realised she was close, pulled his fingers out and trailed back up to her face, kissing every spot he could in the process.

“why’d you stop?” she whispered “wanna cum with you” he whispered back. “you ready?” he asked quietly, as to not disturb their peaceful and quiet atmosphere. she could feel his tip sliding up and down her slit, she could also feel the tension in her stomach desperately wanting to be released. “please” she responded in the same hushed tone. it wasn’t long before she felt him push in, both letting out a gasp.

“you’re perfect” sirius whispered, kissing all over her face while she adjusted to him. “i love you sirius” she softly said, he smiled “i love you too, mon amour” they stayed like that for a while, just looking into each others eyes. “you can move” she broke the silence, but kept her quiet tone.

he slowly thrusted into her, eliciting quite a few quiet moans from her. he swore that was the best sound he would ever hear, she truly was perfect to him. “feels s’good, siri” she whispered, afraid if she spoke any louder her voice would give out. her hushed whisper turned into a moan after he hit that spot. “shit, siri, right there” she moaned, he upped his pace after that, determined to hit the same spot every time. “love you so much” he groaned out, also not trusting his voice all that much.

the two were living in a moment of pure bliss, neither of them feeling the need to speak all that much, their ever growing moans, whimpers and groans were enough.

sirius trailed kisses up her neck, underneath her ear “m’close, love” she responded with kiss, telling him she too wasn’t far off. “let go, my love” and that she did, her orgasm over taking all of her senses. she could just about feel him releasing in her, the feeling odd and unknown to her, but good nonetheless.

the two spent a while just breathlessly looking at eachother, until sirius got up to get a cloth from the bathroom. “you did so well m’love” hw said, she sleepily smiled down at him. “thank you” he returned her smile.

once he was finished cleaning her up, he kissed her forehead. “get some sleep love” she nodded “only if you cuddle me” he chuckled, “was planning to” getting into bed next to her and moving her head to his chest. sirius kissed her hair, “you’re perfect”. then he too drifted off to sleep.

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[the-cult-of-russo]

I Miss You

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader 

Request: idk if you’re taking request but i have a Billy x reader imagine where the reader is being super clingy and Billy tells one of his friends.The reader eavesdrop on that conversation and decides to distant herself from Billy.

A/N: I wasn't really sure what resolution you wanted for this one so this was what I came up with. I could have gone really angsty about it but I don't know, I liked this one.

Warnings: cursing, angst, fluff. 

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"Yeah, man… I don't know. It's just a bit much… I mean, she's always here or on the phone with me… I dunno… she's just… clingy, I guess."

You knew you shouldn't really be eavesdropping but you hadn't intended on it. Both you and Billy had been tangled naked in his bed after some good sex when his phone started to ring. He'd slipped into the living area to answer it. You'd only gotten up because your bladder was shouting at you but as you'd slipped on his shirt and gone to the bedroom door, you'd caught the end of the conversation. 

It honestly felt like a smack in the face. You were pissed and hurt that instead of talking to you about it like an adult, he instead opted to bitch about you to a friend, no doubt Frank. You weren't in a relationship, it was just casual sex and it had been for a good few months now. You weren't expecting anything else from him. And sure, sometimes you'd find yourself at his place a few nights in a row after work and sure you'd send him texts during the day or call. But never once had he acted like it was an issue. In fact he always sounded happy to pick up the phone and sometimes he was the one insisting you stay the night. 

It wasn't like you wanted a relationship with him. You went into this knowing what it was. You didn't love him. You liked him, both looks and personality, but you didn't love him. It could be easy to fall in love with a man like him but you hadn't let yourself. But things had just been natural with the pair of you. Easy. A casual intimacy neither of you expected but didn't seem to mind. Except he clearly did mind it. 

You weren't even that upset that he felt that way. He was entitled to his opinions and feelings and you wouldn't take that away from him. The last thing you wanted was for him to be uncomfortable or feel smothered. What bothered you was how he never once made it known and was going behind your back saying things like that. It made you feel small. It made you feel stupid like some young girl with an unrequited crush.

You rushed to get dressed and decided you'd leave, bladder forgotten. If he wanted distance then that's what he'd get. You weren't going to stick around to be made a fool of like this. He obviously wasn't happy with how you were so you'd remove yourself from the situation. 

Just as you were slinging on your jacket, Billy came into the room only in his boxers and quirked a brow at you.

"Goin' somewhere?" He asked, sounding vaguely amused. His laid back attitude made your eye twitch after hearing what he'd said on the phone. 

"Yeah, I'm gonna head home. I've got work early tomorrow," you said casually, closing your jacket. 

"Oh…" he murmured, brows wrinkled. Yeah, didn't expect that did you, Russo?

You gave him a bland smile, squeezing his arm before walking out. You didn't really want him to know you'd heard him and have to deal with that awkward talk but you didn't much feel like kissing his cheek goodbye like you normally did. He'd normally walk you to the door and you'd kiss his cheek, then he'd capture your lips as you traded lazy kisses at the door before you left. Well not this time. Instead you left the apartment and left a stunned Billy Russo standing in his bedroom blinking at the door. 

You threw yourself into work. It was something to help distract you from contacting Billy. You wouldn't say you were clingy but you had gotten used to talking to him daily and you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of being right. You'd give him the distance he wanted. 

You hadn't text or called him and when three days went by, he'd surprised you with a text at work. 

'Just wanted to check in and see if you're okay. Haven't heard from you in a bit.' 

Your right eye twitched again at his message. This was what he wanted so why bother reaching out? You shot him a short message back along the lines of 'I'm fine. Busy at work.' And that was that. He didn't reply and you didn't really care that much.

The fourth day since you hadn't spoken to him and he called your cell around noon when he knew you'd be on lunch. Your hand flexed with the urge to answer but you resisted. You stayed firm even after it rang a second time. But then it flashed up with a voicemail and you couldn't help being intrigued so you listened to it.

"Hey… uh… I guess you're still busy with work. I just… wanted to make sure you're okay. Hope you're not workin' yourself too hard. Just… call me back or somethin', yeah?"

You rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw. This was what he wanted yet he was contacting you. You hated that you itched to call him back but you still refused. Maybe you were stubborn or maybe you still felt slighted by his words to his friend, either way you didn't call him back. Even if you did miss him just a bit.

The fifth day came around and you were exhausted. You'd hadn't lied when you told him you'd been busy with work but you'd made more work for yourself to keep busy. Not only were you doing your own but you'd been helping others out too just to stay busy and keep your head Billy-free. You'd stayed late the night before and then came in early and you hadn't given yourself a chance to grab a coffee. 

You sat behind your desk as you read an email from a colleague as your office door knocked around noon.

"It's open," you called out as you scribbled a note in your notepad for later. You glanced up when the door opened and were stunned to see Billy standing there with a paper bag and two coffees in a cup holder.

"Hey," he smiled at you. You blinked at him for a second as he shut the door behind him. He'd never once shown up at work before.

"Hey," you replied feeling tense. He hovered for a moment, still clutching what you presumed to be food with the drinks as his dark eyes scanned your tired face.

"I just uh… I know you've been workin' hard these past few days. Wanted to bring you some lunch, make sure you're takin' care of yourself," he murmured with a frown. 

"Careful, Russo. Anyone would think you care," you scoffed with an eye roll. You hadn't really meant to say it outloud but didn't care too much that you did either. He looked taken aback for a moment before he nodded, setting the bag and cups down as he sat in the chair on the other side of your desk.

"So I did do somethin' to piss you off, then… thought I mighta done. Haven't heard from you in days. It's not like you," he said with a bitter smile. 

"Yeah, because I'm clingy, right?" You asked coldly, raising a brow. 

He looked genuinely shocked before he groaned, closing his eyes and wiping a hand over his face.

"You heard that… you… you weren't supposed to hear that," he muttered regretfully. 

"That doesn't make it much better, Billy," you squinted. He blew out a sigh and leaned his forearms on your desk as his dark gaze looked right at you. 

"I'm sorry, I-" he started, but you held your hands up to stop him and he shut his mouth abruptly.

"Look… I'm not upset you felt that way. I'm upset you didn't tell me. I didn't think I was being clingy. You never acted like it was an issue for me to be around so much or to text or call so how can I know it bothers you? I'm upset I had to find out by hearing you bitch about me behind my back to a friend like a goddamn child," you bit out, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at him. He winced a little, drumming his long fingers on the desk before rolling his shoulders.

"It doesn't… bother me," his vague words earned him a squint from you and he sighed, sitting back up a little more.

"I freaked out… I freaked out 'cause I didn't freak out," he murmured looking confused. Your face resembled the words 'the fuck does that mean' and he rested his forearms back on the desk. He looked frustrated like he couldn't put his thoughts into words.

"This isn't how I usually do things. I'm a one and done kinda guy… unless I'm gettin' somethin' outta it like information or some shit. I don't … I don't usually go back to a girl. But you just… I had you once and I knew it wasn't enough. I wanted more. And… and I liked havin' you stay over so much and I liked your weird little texts in the day or havin' you call me to see how my day went. I didn't mind it. It didn't bother me. It wasn't too much. So me bein' me… I got in my own head and freaked out about it. I tried to convince myself it was you, that you were bein' clingy and needy, but you weren't. And… if these past five days have taught me anything it's that… I like you bein' such a big part of my life and… fuck, I missed you," he rambled, almost black eyes looking at you imploringly. 

You glanced down to the desk as you soaked in his words. You really hadn't expected any of them and you found your anger at him disappearing. When you just stared at the desk lost in your own thoughts and didn't reply, his fingers tapped on the desk again as he inhaled a shaky breath. 

"Did you miss me?" His soft and unsure voice had your eyes snapping to him. He looked so insecure you wondered for a moment who the hell he was because Billy Russo was a lot of things, but insecure was never one of them. And you knew him well enough by now to know what a big deal it was that he spoke to you about his feelings. Feelings he had that you never expected.

"Of course I missed you, asshole," you said softly. His whole face lit up, deep brown eyes shining with warmth as his lips curled into a genuine smile.

"Yeah?" He asked wryly. You rolled your eyes, playfully this time, as you leaned forward on your desk. He wasted no time in snatching one of your hands in his.

"Yeah," you said with a smile. He bit his lower lip, a somewhat bashful smile on his own face as he lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a sweet kiss to it. You almost melted.

"I don't… I don't know what this is but… I know it's different and I don't wanna push you away," he murmured softly as his thumb rubbed your palm. 

"No more bitching about me to your friends then," you smirked. He chuckled, ducking his head before landing his soft gaze on you once more.

"I mean it though, Billy. You need to talk to me next time. I don't wanna do anything to make you uncomfortable and if you don't wanna push me away… you need to learn to communicate," you said softly. He nodded, squeezing your hand. 

"I know. I'll do better, I promise," he grinned. 

The whole thing had taken a turn you hadn't expected but you were glad for it. It wasn't like you declared your undying love for one another or even decided this was an actual relationship. But it was a step. One you hadn't expected either of you to make. 

"So… you gonna let me have lunch with you? I know you're busy but… I really have missed you," how could you turn him down when he was looking at you with such soft and warm eyes? 

You smiled, grabbing the bag and making a little happy noise to see burgers from the diner you two frequented. He practically beamed, whether from you agreeing to let him have lunch with you or how happy you were by the food choice, you weren't sure. But you loved it when he smiled like that, how his eyes crinkled a little in the corner. He was breathtaking honestly and you found yourself glad he'd hunted you down at work and told you how he felt instead of pushing you away or lying to himself. If that wasn't character progression you didn't know what was