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scarleart · 1 year

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♡ㅤׄㅤִㅤ ୨୧ imagine ellie giving whiny!pillowprincess!reader backshots while you’re wearing nothing but her hoodie on… gosh.

your face would be pressed so deep into the pillows to the point you’re practically suffocating. your pouty lips all shiny from drooling, your mouth permanently hanging open as loud mewls and whimpers emitted from within your throat. dainty hands gripping the sheets of the bed tightly in your fists, hooded eyes all wide and rolling back into your skull. you were the definition of absolutely fucked out, and man was it a fucking sight to the freckled face girl drilling you from behind.

her fake cock pounding into you with no mercy whatsoever, her veiny strong hands gripping your hips with vigor. her hips slapping into the plush skin of your ass harshly, causing an obscene slapping sound to echo loudly around the perimeter of the bedroom. let’s not forgot the sound of her cock pounding into your wrecked, soaked cunt. gosh you were so wet, it was almost fucking insane to ellie. a white ring forming around the base of her strap, the sight of your pussy taking her would’ve been enough to make her cum alone.

your back arched so deliciously, ass all the way up in the air with the help of your girlfriend cause without her you would’ve folded a long ass time ago. you looked so pretty in this moment, jus getting fucked all stupid wearing nothing but her grey hoodie. ellie was convinced she never seen anything as perfect as you. she couldn’t even believe you were real.

by the way ellie was grunting and lowly moaning so much you would’ve thought she could actually feel herself fucking you. she was just in a complete daze at the whole thing, it was so fucking hot. she couldn’t help herself but to slap at your ass, rapid spanks landing at the expanse of your now bruising cheeks. the sound of your squeals making her thrust impossibly fastening.

“f— hnngh. el-l” you were so dizzy, your head felt like it was spinning around in fucking circles. unable to comprehend how good you were getting fucked. it was truly something so unimaginable. you faintly hear the laughter coming from the toned girl behind you, her emotive green irises watching your features intently.

“god, fuckin’ look at you. prettiest fucking girl there is, huh? y’going all dumb on me, babe? hm?” the auburn haired girl tilts her head just slightly. the incoherent babbles that escaped you gave her, her answer. ellie nods with a small smirk, her toned tattooed arm coming up to wrap around your neck; pulling you up to her. her locks all messy in its low bun, random strands of hair coming out her bun, framing her face due to her rough movements. your girlfriend chuckles to herself a bit. cocky little shit.

“yeah? oh i know baby, it’s just too good huh? taking me so deep in that messy little cunt of yours.” she coos, her hand traveling from your neck, down to cup your pussy. her fingers putting pressure and quickly rubbing circles over your sensitive clit. your broken whines were immediate, your hips raising up. trying to scramble away from the pleasure that become too much.

but with ellie hold on you, she quickly caught you and pulled you back flushed against her. she was way stronger than you, keeping you in the position she wants you to be in and making sure you’ll stay that way. her cock felt like it was deeper inside you than it ever was before. ellie grins widely, sending a quick slap to your tender ass. seeing you jolt with a yelp at the impact. “don’t be runnin’ from me, babe.” she grunted, her fingers still torturing your clit, going faster when she hear your chants. “oh—my g-gosh, els. i’mcummingimcumming!”

“thats it, good girl, cum f’me. so goddamn perfect in my hoodie, angel.

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inkedbybarnes · 1 month

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well and perfect

bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: bucky has a surprise for your birthday.

words: 2.3k

warnings: 18+ minors dni. a lotta fluff, but what's new... mentions of insecurity and anxiety if you blink, bucky being a sweetheart that i wish existed, slighteeest hint of implied smut if you blink, usage of petnames such as baby, doll, and sweetheart, lowercase writing.

a request from the lovely @brnesblogposts. happiest 21st birthday to you! i am sorry it took quite long, so i hope i am not late. i tried to write it in a way that would keep it general but sweet, since i don't know much about the reader celebrating and wanted to cater for more people. i hope you like this one and that you have the best birthday ever. thank you for requesting! 🩷

dividers by @cafekitsune!

comments, reblogs, and likes are highly appreciated! thank you. ♡

“where are you taking me, james?”

only a few specks of light peeked through the piece of cloth that bucky had over your eyes. his argument was that it will keep you and your curiosity away from figuring out his so-called surprise for your birthday.

“it wouldn't be much of a surprise if i answer you, doll.” he chuckled, his fingers brushing your thigh briefly as he drove to this mysterious location.

“but is it really necessary to have me blindfolded?" you complained, tempted to take a peek. “i wanna see you. this isn't fair.”

“nah uh, you're trying to be all cute for me and it's not going to work this time. we're almost there. be patient,” he said, his hand now finding its way up to yours. “keep it on and i swear it'll be worth it. at least, i hope it will.”

you sensed his doubts and worries right away, feeling bad for pressuring him when all he did was make you feel special since you woke up this morning. from bringing you the breakfast in bed of your dreams to showering you with gifts you forgot you mentioned but he completely remembered. oh, and don't forget the cake... the perfect cake you've been drooling over for months!

you assume that you've already been to the place or know the way to it, hence why he had to keep you entirely clueless during the entire ride. not wanting to make him even more nervous, you decided to give up.

“okay, okay. i'll be good and cooperate, i promise.” you squeezed his hand, carefully leaning toward his side to give him a kiss on the cheek, which was a brave decision considering that you were literally blindfolded. “buuut, am i allowed to sing your ears off until we get there?”

“when were you never allowed?” his hand left yours for a moment to turn on the radio, connecting his phone to its bluetooth feature (he thanked technology for that one) and letting the playlist you made play through the speakers. “i know you're bored. so, sing away, sweetheart.”

the car stopped and probably along with your heart. you knew that this was it. you were finally here, wherever here was, and excitement was an understatement. however, you stayed calm and waited for bucky's confirmation first before reacting.

“i can basically hear your insides shouting,” bucky said as you hear the car door opening. “we're here, baby.”

yes!

“can i take it off now?” you asked quickly. “please, please?”

the car door opened at your side, the rough yet warm chuckle of bucky letting you know he was right beside you. “alright, take 'em off.”

not waiting for another second, you grabbed the cloth away from your eyes and scanned the area. although it took you a few minutes to figure it out, you knew where you were.

“oh my god, we're in brooklyn?” you asked with a gasp, but even more excited now that you were in one of bucky's favourite places in the world.

“yeah, is that okay? i knew you wanted me to give you a better tour around brooklyn, so here it is.” he pressed his fingers into his nape, worried that you might find the entire idea out of place or unfitting for the occasion. “i would've thrown you a party like the team suggested, but i don't.. i don't know how that works yet. i'm not really good at whatever people do for celebrations these days, so i wanted to show you the way i knew it back then but i'm suddenly not sure if you'd like it.”

you could basically hear your heart break as he tried to explain. it hasn't been that long since he had been away from wakanda and pardoned by the government, so he hasn't fully adjusted with the changes that the current generation had. while bucky never paid attention in terms of fitting in, he wanted to fit in your life. little does he know that nobody else could be a better fit.

“no. stop that, bucky. look at me.” you hopped off the car, closing the distance between the two of you. “does it look like i'm sad? disappointed? anything relatively negative?" he shook his head. “exactly, because i'm so excited for what you have planned. you barely even started and i feel like i already won the lottery. so stop worrying, please?”

“i just don't want you to think that i'm being selfish. it's your birthday, you know? it should be about you, but here i am taking you to a place where i grew up in and has nothing to do with you,” he said, his anxiety and insecurity taking over. “but i really thought about this and i.. i just want you to be a part of all of me, even if we were basically from different times. i want you to know that if we were to meet back then, i'd fall for you the same way if not harder, and this is exactly how i'd show you.”

timeless love and devotion.

that was his gift and he thought he was being selfish.

and if it was possible to burst, you probably would've. he didn't even realise how priceless his gift was compared to anything you could've asked for, and yet he felt like he was failing you.

“i love you. so, so much. you know that, right?” you reassured him first, and when he nodded you continued. “i would've enjoyed a party, sure. anything from you would be perfect for me, but a party would most likely just give me a few days of happiness, maybe a memorable memory too, but this.. what you're giving me will last me a lifetime. you don't understand how big this is for me and here you are thinking that you're failing me.”

“i'm not?” he asked, lost in the battle he had within his mind.

“short answer? you basically made me fall in love with you again.”

“really?" his eyes twinkled, as if he was a child being complimented for his scribbles.

you let out a giggle before answering. “yes, now can we start my birthday tour? you made me wait all day, barnes.”

“well, that's no good. can't have my birthday girl waiting," he said, finally smiling. “this way, gorgeous.”

you spent the entire day visiting his favourite spots. although most of them were already replaced with something else, he still made sure to tell you the stories behind them and how they mattered to him, as well as a few playful scenarios he made that included you and young bucky if you were in the 40s.

he then took you to a restaurant he found fancy and expensive back then, telling you that he remembered saying to himself that he'd only bring a special girl to the restaurant and make her feel special. not being able to help it, you asked if he ever brought a girl there back then.

you were the first one, and he knew you were his last.

on your way to the movie theatre, he didn't forget to show you the alley where he'd always find steve in trouble. you both even took a picture in it to show the team, especially steve, when you get home.

“i feel like a teenager again.”

bucky sat beside you at one of the oldest theatres in brooklyn, the same one bucky used to visit back in the 40s, to watch a movie you've been wanting to see. it was a surprise that it was still up and running, but with its history now being connected to the famous steve rogers and bucky barnes, it was easily a tourist spot.

“you're 107 years old, james. i think you're quite past that stage already.” you reminded him which earned you a sharp glance and a pout.

“what i mean is, this is exactly how i imagined i'd take you out back then. you know, asking you to dinner, going to the theatre to watch a movie we'd completely ignore because i'll be too busy distracting you—”

“distracting me, huh?” you asked, even more intrigued. “how exactly would you distract me? what if i'm really interested in the movie?”

“did i really say that? god, i'm even recklessly acting like a teenager as well.” you watched his cheeks turn into a shade of pink. you raised a brow, prompting him to explain further. “it's dark and we're really close. after all the time and tension we've spent before coming here, i would be desperate to kiss you.”

“james buchanan barnes!” you gasped, a fake and exaggerated one. “those are some bad thoughts you're having, and i thought you were a gentleman.”

“i am, i am!” he exclaimed, failing to hear the playful tone to your words. “i wouldn't even do anything beyond holding someone's hands back then. my ma would put me in a cage if i did anything reckless," he said, shaking his head with a smile at the memory of his mom. “but i played this scenario a thousand times in my head already ever since i met you. i just know you would've made me crazy for you, and you still do.”

you looked into his cool blue eyes, getting lost in them in silence while imagining what your life could've been with him back in the 40s. would've it been different? would've it lasted? would've it been a possibility? is that what he hoped he had?

“you got quiet.” he noticed. “what's going inside that pretty head?”

“you.”

“well, i'm honoured.” he grinned. “tell me about it.”

“i'm just thinking about how it would've been like back then,” you answered. “i kinda wish we met sooner. i think that's what you have wanted instead.”

“you're all that i ever wanted. not the time, not the place, but the person,” he said, kissing your fingers before linking yours and his together. “we may not have met earlier, but i was meant to end up with you. i probably had to go through everything.. that happened, because there was something amazing waiting for me in the end.”

“oh, bucky. don't say that. you deserved none of that. you don't have to go through anything to have me.”

“but it's true, you made it all worth it,” he shrugged. “if i had to go through all of that nightmare again, i would do it in a heartbeat if i'll wake up to this reality.”

“god, you make it impossible for me not to cry.” you sniffed, feeling the dam break at his words. “thank you. not just for this day, but for everything. i wish i could do more to let you know that i love you so much.”

“i love you even more. you're already doing more than i deserve, baby.” he kissed your tears away, then your forehead. “don't cry, that wasn't my plan for your birthday.”

“it's your fault for being so fucking perfect.” you hit his chest softly. “now i am never letting you go.”

“i already made the same decision the moment you told me your name. now, come here.” he pulled you into a hug, letting you cry in his embrace until you notice the silence around you. you looked around and noticed the empty theatre, as well as the rolling credits on the big screen.

“we watched nothing from the movie! they all left!”

“okay, i am definitely guilty for that one. i did say i was going to distract you. i promise to get us another ticket tomorrow and have no distractions.” he laughed, standing up to his feet and offering his hand to you. “let's go? i booked us a room, and i heard their room service is amazing.”

you took his hand and smoothed out your clothes. “something tells me the room service comes exactly from you.”

“oh, i don't know...” he had a sinister smile on his face as you both walked out of the theatre. “you gotta try to find out.”

you walked hand in hand to the hotel, liking the idea of enjoying the night sky of brooklyn than taking a cab, especially if the hotel wasn't that far away.

all was well and perfect until you felt a cold drop of water land on your cheek.

“wait, is that...” before you could finish your sentence, a downpour suddenly erupted, instantly wetting you both.

“it's raining!” you exclaimed, finding the situation amusing than a way to dampen your mood, remembering how much you adored the rain and the idea of being underneath it with someone you love. “you know, i actually dreamt of being—”

bucky suddenly pulled you close, kissing you under the rain. through your soaked clothes and the raindrops that trickled down your face, he can feel your warm and soft lips pressed against his. it was a perfect moment as the rain continued to pour down, leaving you both soaked, but content.

“wow,” you whispered after. “it was always in my bucket list to get kissed under the rain.”

“i know, i remember.”

your heart skipped a beat. “you remember everything, don't you?”

“everything about you, i do.” he wiped the streaks of rain around your eyes, then down to your lips. “are you happy?”

“so, so happy. you have no idea," you answered, sighing in contentment while your body was pressed against his. “i'm at a point where i feel like none of this is real.”

“believe it, because you have to get used to it.” he smiled, leaning for another kiss. “happy birthday, sweetheart.”

all was indeed well and perfect.

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k4g3hika · 2 years

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WHO THE HELL?! ━ imagine!

eddie munson x fem! reader

summary: when eddie munson doesn't find the need to tell the dungeons and dragons club members about his new girlfriend. so imagine dustin's surprise when he visits eddie's trailer and sees it looking impeccably clean.

wc: 956

hi guys! forgot to mention i kind of wrote a part 2 to this so: “love, y/n:)”

“Okay, Eddie! I hear you! So it’s just in your living room? On the table beside the sofa? Okay!” Dustin stops his bike beside the Munson trailer, dropping it down onto the dirt as he rushes to the door. “Wait- how the hell am I supposed to get inside?!”

“Did I not give you my keys?”

“No!”

“Damn!”

“Wait! I see someone inside! I’m just gonna knock on the door till they answer. Talk to you later, over and out!” Amidst Eddie’s protests, Dustin turns off the walkie-talkie and strides over to the door. He secretly hopes to himself that it’s not Eddie’s uncle. But shit, who else is going to be in the Munson residence if it wasn’t Eddie or his scary-looking uncle?

He breathes in and out, raising his fist to knock on the door. However, right after his fists land on the door, it falls open as if it wasn’t locked in the first place.

‘Red flag. Red flag.’ Dustin knew better than to go into a complete stranger’s house. But, this was Eddie’s trailer. The worst thing that can happen is that he can stumble on some disgusting shit, or God bless him, his uncle holding a knife to his chest ready to pop off and kill him. ‘God, please guide me.’

As he walked inside, it seemed empty. There was absolutely no sign of life, but something did scare the living shit out of Dustin.

The Munson trailer was clean. Clean as fuck.

Dustin only knew Eddie from the beginning of the school year. But, regardless of the short time, Dustin knew that Eddie hardly took care of himself and would rather focus on anything else other than cleanliness. Shit, he remembers that one time he went inside Eddie’s room and it was laundry day. The stains on that mattress were traumatizing.

After going through a state of shock, Dustin remembered the reason why he was even in Eddie’s trailer. He began his search for the paper his leader needed, but it was far more difficult to find compared to the simplicity Eddie emphasized. Dustin cursed him under his breath, opening up every drawer on every table by the one sofa in the entire living room.

However, Dustin was so focused on his search, that he completely went deaf to the sounds of movement behind him.

“Hey! Who the fuck are you?!” Dustin almost fell back at the sheer terror he just felt surge through his heart. His breaths began to get erratic. Seeing a really, really pretty woman standing with only a shirt and…shorts? Or were they panties? He didn’t know. But it was fucking scary. Or hot? He didn’t know. “Hello?!? You better say who you are before I call the cops!”

“Wait! Wait! Eddie sent me here! He sent me to get something for the campaign! My name is Dustin! Dustin Henderson!” Dustin raised his hands up in defence, not seeing the woman’s shoulders deflate in relief. She chuckles, prompting Dustin to lower his hands. “W-Wha-”

“God, I’m sorry. Did I forget to lock the door again? Shit. I’m gonna get myself killed one day. Anyway, the paper he forgot is actually on the kitchen counter. I put it there figuring out he was gonna come back.” She walks past him.

‘Oh jeeze.’ Dustin tries not to look at them, only looking forward to where the paper was.

“Here you go, sorry about earlier. I just got scared is all. Did he drive you here?”

“No…I biked here.” He blinks twice at you, becoming nervous at your gaze staring him down.

“Oh my god! Really? Do you want some water? What about a cookie? Oh wait! I baked some cookies earlier, I was really bored. Can you bring some to the DnD club, please? Eds loves them…” As you ramble on about cookies and water, Dustin can’t help but gaze at your beautiful features. Your voice was also soothing, and shit, you look like you give the best hugs. “Shit, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Y/N, Eddie’s girlfriend. Nice to finally meet you, Dustin!”

‘Now I know why Eddie hides you.’

–

“Fuck! Look who finally decides to turn up! Henderson, what took you so long?” Eddie walks up to Dustin, eyebrows furrowing in search of the paper he asked him to get. “Did you get the paper-”

“You son of a bitch!”

“Excuse me?”

“I should be saying ‘excuse me’! I get sent, for a paper, and y’know what I find? Hm?” Dustin looks around the room past Eddie, trying to show them validation for his anger. “The most beautiful and shit, best baker, I have ever met in my life!” After his last statement, Dustin shoves the container of cookies at his (now ex) idol’s chest.

Eddie, though initially confused at Dustin’s anger, finally understands why when he sees your signature chocolate chip cookies. You always add M&Ms, saying that they ‘add a pop of colour’ to them. Not that he minded. He loved it.

“I don’t get why you’re angry-”

“Bitch?! You have to show them off! Sell these cookies for God’s sakes! Bring her to meetings! Shit! Do I have to teach you how to be a good boyfriend?!?” Dustin drops his bag, groaning at Eddie’s ‘stupidity’. “Let’s get on with the game!”

Eddie looks at Dustin, then at the container in his hands.

It wasn’t like he was hiding you. Eddie smiles to himself, propping open the lid and eating one cookie.

Eddie just thinks that you’re his little secret. Only he gets to eat your cookies. Dustin just happened to stumble upon them. Never again though.

“Hey, Eddie, can we try some of those cookies-”

“Fuck off Gareth.”

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worldlxvlys · 15 days

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one choice

part 6 of the CRUSH series

bsf! matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: angst, mentions of sex, cursing

a/n -> hope u like <33

read the previous part for context !!

MATT’S POV

when my eyes fluttered open, i was immediately met with a pillow that wasn’t mine. i knew this pillow though, and those sheets.

i had forgotten where i was momentarily, until i looked over and saw her. her eyes were closed, lips parted slightly while she slept peacefully.

she looked angelic, the soft rays of the sun seeming to make her glow. she moved around in her sleep last night, leaving her barely covered by her blanket.

i couldn’t help but let my eyes wander her body, taking in every feature. her smooth skin was littered with dark marks all over, and the blanket left little to the imagination. before i knew it, i was hard again.

it took everything in me to fight the urge i had to take care of it right there next to her. what would she think if she woke up to me jerking myself off to her sleeping form?

oh my god, what was gonna happen when she woke up? she would want to talk about what this meant for us, but i couldn’t handle that.

what if this was a one time thing? what if she wanted nothing to do with me after this ? did i fuck up our friendship? i had to get out of there.

i got up quickly and quietly, careful not to make any noise while i got dressed. when i was done, i pulled her blanket over her so she was fully covered. i looked around for a pen and paper to leave her a note, as i didn’t want her to get the wrong idea.

ok, she has nothing to write a note with. i’ll just leave her a text.

well i could have done that, if i had realized i completely forgot my phone in her room before i left. i didn’t make this realization, however, until i had gotten back home.

so not only did she think i was the type of guy to fuck and dip, but i also couldn’t avoid the conversation that i was running from in the first place.

it’s not that i never wanted to talk about it, i just wasn’t ready for our friendship to change yet.

was running away the best way to handle the situation? definitely not, but i only had so much time to decide what to do before she woke up.

so basically, my overthinking ended up screwing me over. doesn’t it always ?

what was wrong with me? this was the girl who made me feel safe and loved, and now i couldn’t even talk to her. how did i manage to fuck up this badly?

one choice. one choice stemming from my fantasy-filled thoughts is all it took. and the decision i made last night led to more poorly made choices. choices that i wouldn’t have made had my brain not been corrupted by her.

her face, her smell, those perfect little moans that fell off her lips, she had a way of making me ignore every logical thought that my brain produced. i was so desperate to finally have her in the way i’d only dreamed about for years.

now if i didn’t fix this, i wouldn’t have her in any way.

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READER’S POV

when i woke up, matt was gone. the spot where he had slept next to me was cold, meaning he hadn’t been there for a while.

for a second, i questioned whether last night was even real. had i really fallen so deep into my delusions that i started to believe them? i found the thought to be worrisome, but i tried not to dwell on it as i got up and made my way to the bathroom.

when i caught a glimpse of the hickeys decorating my skin i felt relief wash over me. i wasn’t going crazy. just as quickly as it came, the relief was replaced with a new feeling; embarrassment.

i seriously let myself think that he would want something more. hell, he marked me like he did. but he didn’t treat me like i was his best friend, he treated me like i was a one night stand.

maybe he had a valid reason for leaving. i tried to talk myself out of the rabbit hole of assumptions i was about to go down, and picked up my phone.

once a few hours had passed without him returning my texts or calls, i knew. he was done with me, he had to be. why else would he just leave without warning and ghost me?

i should’ve know this was going to happen, people always leave me in the end. it just never occurred to me that matt could be just like everyone else.

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MATT’S POV

when i got to her house, i let myself in using the key she had given me. “y/n?” i called her name, not receiving an answer.

i pulled out the ice cream i had bought her on the way to her place, putting it in the freezer for her.

when i got to her room, she happened to be fresh out of the shower. she wore nothing but a towel, her eyes widening when she saw me.

“matt?” she asked before rushing over to me, pulling me into a tight hug. the water droplets that coated her skin soaked into my t-shirt, but all i could focus on was the fact that she was in my arms.

i inhaled the scent of her fruity body wash, eyes falling shut as i rubbed her back soothingly.

she then pulled away, smacking me upside the head with her heavy hand. “don’t do that again matt, i thought i scared you off. i thought you hated me- i thought i lost my best friend”

i cupped her cheek gently, “i could never hate you, and i’m not going anywhere. i was just overwhelmed, but i shouldn’t have just left life that. i’m sorry, i was gonna leave a note, but then i couldn’t find anything to write with. and i was gonna text you but i left my phone here and-”

“matt, it’s ok. i’m just glad that you’re here now” she whispered. “but there’s nothing to be scared of, i mean- last night was just the heat of the moment, right? i mean, it had to be, why else would you leave like that” she whispered the last part to herself.

shit. this was the problem, i didn’t know what the night before was.

i didn’t know what i wanted, and i didn’t want to hurt her in the process of figuring it out. what i did know, was i wasn’t going to lose her because i got greedy. so, i decided i would figure it out later, but for now: “yeah, that’s all it was”

“so, we’re good?” she asked. “we’re good” i confirmed.

“good. then i’m gonna get dressed and then we can watch something?” she posed the last part of the sentence as a question.

“yeah, and i brought you ice cream” i told her, watching her face light up at the news. “wow, you thought you really messed up, huh?” she asked as she grabbed her clothes to change into.

“i did really mess up, but i won’t do anything like that again” i told her. she just smiled at that letting out a quick, “i know” before moving to go back into her bathroom.

“wait, you’re seriously going into another room to get changed? did you forget how we spent last night together?” i joked. admittedly, it was probably a little too soon to crack jokes like that.

“last night never happened” she spoke before closing the door.

shit, why did that sting a little?

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mncxbe · 2 months

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hi anne !! so about the prompt list, what about number 5 with fyodor??? like imagine it like the wedding night, you know??

i also love your writing so much and i hope you have a great weekend!!!

thank you lovely nonnie♡ i hope you had a great weekend too and omg wedding night Fyodor>> he'd be so sweet

5 — Reacting to seeing you naked for the first time

"Oh, milaya, you're absolutely gorgeous" mused your husband, watching with keen eyes as you slipped the robe off your shoulders.

You mumbled a hushed thank you, Fedya, holding the silken fabric closer to your chest in an attempt to cover your body.

Despite living together for a while, this would be the first time Fyodor ever saw you naked. The two of you decided not to consummate your relationship until marriage, to save this experience for the day the two of you united in the eyes of God– body and soul.

So naturally, you felt overwhelmed, worried that your husband would find you unappealing. It was an unreasonable fear, completely unjustified since Fyodor had showed nothing but appreciation for you up to that point but still... you couldn't help but wonder. You've never felt more bare and helpless before him.

Sensing your tension, your husband closed the distance between the two of you, a gentle hand coming to rest on your shoulder "Look at me, milaya" he spoke softly and when you tilted your head up to meet his gaze you knew everything would be alright– his face was a mask of adoration, a loving smile etched onto his elegant features.

"You are the most beautiful woman I ever had the chance to lay my eyes on, my love. So do not worry" he reassured you, his thumbs hooking under the fabric of your robe, tugging it lower. You took the hint and, taking a deep breath in, released the robe from your grasp, letting it fall to the ground.

The change in Fyodor's expression was almost imperceptible as he took in your frame, his eyes musing on your curves. But you could tell he liked what he was seeing by the fiery glint in his violet eyes.

His hands settled on your hips and he slowly dropped to his knees, his eyelids fluttering shut as his lips traced the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

"Milaya, I want nothing more than to worship your body tonight, if you permit me"

His words, spoken with such resolution and devotion, made you flush even more, heat pooling between your legs and you let out a breath you forgot you were holding. Looking away from the man to hide a bashful smile you quickly nodded. "Tonight, and all nights from now on, I'm yours my dear."

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localemofreak · 2 months

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Bad Idea!

(Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

Based on the song:

Bad Idea! - Girl In Red

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Story: you are remembering the "special" night you had with Eddie last night when you were both drunk and now you are wondering if you regretted it.

‼️Warnings‼️: reader is popular, mentions of smut, little bit of angst, drinking, good ending, etc. (if I forgot anything please tell me)

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The sun was shining through a small window and you woke up to the sounds of birds chirping.

As you glanced around you noticed you were in somebody's bed- it definitely wasn't your bed.

As you let out a small tired groan, you could feel how your head was pounding- and you didn't even know what happened last night.

You brought your hand up to your head and tried to shuffle in the bed when you realized there was somebody next to you.

It was Eddie Munson.

You just seemed to be frozen in shock as you looked down at him- he was still sound asleep as he had his arm swung over your waist.

You were just looking at his naked feature as the blanket covered him from the waist down.

As you laid there frozen you looked at all the tattoos he had and couldn't help but admire them a little bit before shaking your head and slowly sitting up.

You were confused on why you were here- then it all just clicked.

"Oh shit-" You whispered to yourself, your eyes wide as you continued to look down at him as he snored softly- it being slightly muffled thanks to the fact his face was basically shoved into the pillow under his head.

"Nobody can find out about this, it will ruin everything. " You told yourself in your head.

You had to get out of there- there was no way you could wait for him to get up and try to act like everything was normal in front of him.

You just slowly managed to move his hand off your waist and carefully climbed out of bed.

As soon as you got out of the bed, you quickly grabbed all your scattered clothes and put them on as quietly as you could.

You didn't even have time to put on your shoes, you just grabbed them and started slowly walking towards the door.

While trying to stay as quiet as you could, you heard shuffling on the bed and heard a muffled groan- your eyes just widened, knowing Eddie was waking up.

You didn't waste another second of being there quickly ran out the room and out of the trailer hoping not to be seen.

"I just slept with Eddie Fucking Munson- oh my god." You whispered to yourself, just in complete shock while swiftly making your way home.

As soon as you got to your driveway, you quickly ran inside and up the stairs to your bedroom- thank god your parents left for work.

You went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at yourself- Jesus Christ you were a mess.

Your hair was all messy and your makeup was smeared, you just let out a sigh as you looked at yourself and all the marks on your neck.

"I need to jump in the shower. You mumbled quietly to yourself.

You started the shower and took off all your clothes, quickly jumping in and instantly starting to wash yourself off.

While you were in the shower you were thinking about last night- It all came to you.

Eddie and you had gotten to know each other recently thanks to his friends finally making him grow the balls to talk to you- and he decided to invite you over since he secretly had a massive crush on you, and he's had one since middle school.

You accepted the invite obviously because it was a Saturday night and Eddie was a nice guy if you got to know him.

Let's just say you and him had a few drinks and some things led to another- then boom, you woke up in his bed, naked, right next to him.

As you stood under the hot water, you were thinking about everything.

As you truly thought, Eddie was not truly bad...

What if you enjoyed it?.. Wait? No! You couldn't! He was the school's freak and you were one of the most popular kids in school.

"I should have just never went over there." You muttered to yourself washing your hair.

While washing off your body you closed your eyes, imagining Eddie's figure over top of you.

How his tattoos glistened with his sweat, how his hair fell perfect in front of his face as he thrusted into you- and his smile.

Oh his smile! It could light up a room, it was just so contagious that even thinking about it, it caused you to smile softly.

As soon as the thoughts came, they quickly went away while you shook your head.

"Y/n get your head out of your ass- it was a complete mistake." you thought to yourself- all though you wouldn't mind it being a regular thing..

As you fought yourself in your own mind, you leaned against the shower wall and sighed, just quietly freaking out because how are the school freak and one of the most popular kids in school supposed to like each other?!

Guess you will just have to wait until lunch tomorrow at school.

-time skip-

You were in the lunch room sitting at the table with the jocks and cheerleaders talking to Jason.

You felt eyes piercing on you so you looked up and saw Eddie burning a hole through you with his eyes.

You had been trying to ignore him all day, but now it was impossible.

"Follow me." He mouthed to you as he got up and walked out the lunchroom.

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly and glanced around at your table, seeing how nobody seemed to give a shit or even notice you as they were all too busy talking about basketball.

"Umm I will be right back." You told Jason as they all just seemed to shrug you off.

You instantly got up and quickly followed Eddie into the empty hall, confused as you glanced around the empty hallway.

Once you got to the end of the hall, Eddie yanked you into the janitors closet and closed it.

"What the- what the hell Eddie?!" You told him as he quickly moved his hand over your mouth to shush you, also quickly turning on the light.

Your eyes were wide as you looked up at him, sounds muffled to a hum thanks to his large hand over your mouth.

That's when you realized how close you two were, and how tiny the closet was that he pulled you in.

"Want to talk about what happened between us?- I can't keep pretending like nothing happened." he said, a soft look in his eyes as he looked down at you.

As Eddie slowly moved his hand off your mouth, you sighed and looked down at your feet after a moment of looking into his brown eyes.

"Not really.. I kind of want to forget about what happened-" you said, playing around with your fingers awkwardly as you kept your gaze down.

You could hear him sigh and slowly glanced up as he backed away a little bit so you two weren't super close.

"I can't though y/n- it made me realize something.. something about us." He said looking at you while crossing his arms on his chest.

"I think it was just a bad idea-" You told him but cut yourself off, letting out a small breath as you looked up at him nervously.

"-I love you y/n." he said quietly looking at you, just blurting it out.

You looked up at him, into his eyes before sighing as you moved your gaze back down at your feet.

"I do too, but Eddie- we can't be together, you know that." you said quietly while bringing your gaze slowly back up to look at him.

You could just see the sadness in his eyes as he looked down, nervously playing around with the rings on his fingers as he stood there silent for a moment.

"-why?…" he whispered and you could just tell their was tears pooling in his eyes by the slight quiver in his voice.

You slowly walked over to him and put your hands on his cheeks to make him look up at you, his sad gaze meeting yours.

"I don't want people to hurt you.. just because of me." You whispered, not even realizing your eyes were watering.

Eddie just put his hands over yours and looked into your eyes, gently running his thumb up and down your hand.

"It doesn't matter what they think y/n.. if we want to be together then we can be together- to hell with them if they say otherwise." He said with a small sniffle, deciding to crack a little smirk to try and make the mood better which made you let out a little giggle.

"So?." Eddie hummed while looking into your eyes, a hopeful glint in his brown doe eyes.

You gave a little grin before leaning in to give him a soft but passionate kiss.

Both your eyes slowly shut as his hand moved to gently rest on the back of your neck, pulling you into the kiss more as he leaned in slightly.

After a moment you decided to both slowly pull away and look down into each other's eyes, your hand resting on his face and his hand resting on the back of your neck.

"I love you Eddie." You muttered with a smile which made him crack a smile.

After a moment of just kissing in the janitor's closet, you both decided to head back to lunch so nobody would go searching for you or him.

Eddie grabbed your hand and pulled you out the closet, glancing around to make sure nobody could see you both leaving the closet and start assuming things- which you couldn't help but giggle at as he looked back at you with a cheeky grin.

As soon as he saw that the coast was clear- Eddie brought you back into the lunchroom, then brought you over to the Hellfire table.

You could feel the dirty looks you got from Jason and his friends but you didn't care- as long as you had Eddie you were totally fine.

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angelofthenight · 2 years

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“Are We About to Kiss?”

(Vance Hopper x Reader)

Part 2 Part 3

(Reader is g/n but has mostly female friends so this can be read as g/n or fem!)

Summary: (Y/n) uses the weapon of flustering to get out of a violent situation with Vance

Warnings: Swearing, Threats, Slight public humiliation, Vance is kinda tsundere

Word Count: 2.5k

You walked down the aisles of the Grab N Go with one of your friends by your side. The two of you were going to a sleepover party to celebrate transitioning from freshman to sophomore when school starts again by the end of summer break. The whole place seemed to be pretty busy, considering it was 5pm on a Saturday.

“(Y/n), just pick one already. I don’t want us to be the last people at the party.” Your friend complained over your shoulder as you kept looking between two of your favorite snacks in the aisle. “Dude, relax, it’s cooler to be fashionably late. Plus it’s better to be the last person there rather than the first ‘cause we don’t have to wait for the party to start.” You explained as you finally grabbed one of your options.

Right as you got up from your knees to your feet the door hit the bell alerting everyone that someone had arrived. “Oh my god, look at who just walked in.” Your friend quietly said to you as you felt the air in the room go tense and people go still like if they breathed too loud they’d get attacked. You finally looked over to where everyone was looking to see the infamous Vance Hopper walk over to his beloved pinball machine.

Everyone knew this specific Grab N Go was Vance’s territory yet everyone still seemed to cower away from him. Just like the group of boys, who were always mean and harassed you and others, that were hanging around the game literally scampered away in a fearful sweat.

Vance wasn’t necessarily a bully, more of just an aggressive individual who will attack if provoked. So it was satisfying to see him scare off the ones who purposely brought out people’s misery. It was like seeing a lion among kittens; a jungle cat among house cats.

You went to middle school with him before he was held back twice and he was always very strange around you. He’d consistently sit next to you in the classes you shared and get very defensive if someone took his spot so it was clear he wanted to sit next to you but yet would never talk to you. And everytime you’d talk to him he would be very rude and a little passive aggressive. You still wondered to this day why he always sat next to you. Maybe it was because the seat was closest to the door, maybe it had the best view of the clock, maybe it had the best view of the board, maybe it had the best view of the window. Maybe he liked the scent of the perfume you wore everyday or maybe it was just easiest to cheat off your work. The list was honestly endless.

The Grab N Go slowly returned to its previous atmosphere once Vance got settled into his game. Your friend led the two of you to the line to the cash register to check out your snacks. Your features perked up over remembering something. You touched your friend's shoulder, “I forgot my drink, I’ll be right back.” You said simply before quickly walking over to the very last aisle where the fridges were. The drink you wanted in the size and style you liked was only sold here so you always liked getting it every time you came around.

You quickly rounded the comic rack that was right next to the occupied pinball machine. You glanced over to the boy who you haven’t seen all summer and was completely focused on his game. Your gaze lingered a little longer than you thought since when you turned your head back you had to halt your walking, almost knocking into the short child just standing there staring at the chips across the drinks. You moved around him to pull the clear door open to grab your favorite drink, managing to get the second to last one.

You let the door swing close on its own as you retraced your steps in pursuit of rounding the comic book rack. Your eyes moved back onto Vance’s focused face, that was your first mistake that led to your second mistake: getting distracted. Just when you looked back in front of you another child came running at you from around the comics. You yelped in surprise and threw yourself to the side to avoid letting the kid run right into you as he passed you to reach the other kid.

That was your third and worst mistake. Because when you thrashed yourself out of the way you caused your lower back to smack right into the side of the pinball machine.

Before the sound of loss even came from the game you jumped away from it in utter foreboding fear, eyes blown open in skittish terror. You clutched onto your cold drink, feeling the frozen coldness burn your palm skin to pink. You watched in absolute horror as the tiny metal ball fell through the bottom hole as Vance’s face watched helplessly.

You wondered if you had time to snatch the kid who ran past you and replace yourself from your spot with him, saving yourself while pinning the blame on the one who caused it. You also considered just digging your own grave right there and then. You debated if you should just accept your fate and take the beating like an idiotic champ, get at least a pat on the back for not crying.

Vance began huffing like a bull through his nose and clenched teeth as his fists tightened so hard his knuckles turned white. “Are you fucking-” he turned his furious face to you, eyes that burned with hellfire clapping onto yours, “-kidding me?!”

You were too frozen in fear to speak as you mentally weighed your pathetic options at the last second. You could beg for your life, you could try apologizing, you could try to make a run for it, or start praying to God. You wanted to just drop dead before he could touch you, already knowing you weren’t a fan of hospital food at all.

He lunged toward you like a wildcat and grabbed two fistfulls of your shirt, you dropping your drink in the aggressive process. You hopelessly listened to your drink shatter to glass as Vance wildly pounded your back against the cold fridge door, feeling the frosty fumes chill your exposed skin.

You grasped onto his wrists as you felt the floor suddenly sink away from your feet. Your eyebrows were curving upwards in fear as Vance glared with an enraged snarl. “You fucked with my game you goddamn bitch!” He brought your face closer to growl in close proximity, “I’m gonna crack your fucking skull open, twatty cunt!”

‘Okay, ouch. He didn’t have to add the last part.’ Your mind managed to say through the hot, buzzing feeling that was spiking through your senses. It was strange to have this much of Vance’s attention on you since for all the years you’ve sat next to each other your faces never really faced each other directly for a long amount of time, only fleeting glances and looking over right when the other looked away.

You wondered if you cried, you could make Vance feel bad a little and let you off with a threatening warning. Maybe you could say something like “Hey remember me? You always sat next to me in our classes? Haha, aren’t we good bro?” Your brain was in survival mode and racked for ideas in three seconds until you landed on one. Deescalate the situation by making it unbearingly awkward.

“Are we about to kiss right now?” You asked, putting on a wondering look.

There was a pin drop of silence after your statement, even Vance’s carnivorous expression dropping like a dime and being replaced with a sense of confused shock. He almost looked cutely innocent with that soft look in his eyes from being caught off guard. His lips were parted with a loss of words and his cheeks unmistakably faded into a dusted shade of pastel red. Whether from anger or flusteredness was unclear to you but you hoped it was weakening enough for him to let you go out of awkwardness or second hand embarrassment.

Vance’s eyes darted around your surroundings, looking at anything but you, appearing to not know how to react. You kept your face calm and serious to hopefully make the situation more uncomfortable for him. He bared his clenched teeth as he sounded like he struggled to say anything. He dropped your shirt, letting your feet touch the ground and your body slouch against the wall, and backed away from you with his hands up like if he touched you any longer he would catch something.

“What is wrong with you!?” Vance shouted with his face still flushed which made him look slightly less intimidating. “Of course we weren’t gonna fucking-” He stumbled on his words a bit as he couldn’t seem to even get the word out. “J-Just get out of my sight!” He yelled down at you and then added for extra measure, “Stupid cunt!”

You scattered up to your feet and sped walked away, briefly looking down at your shattered drink with a look of disappointment, and out the Grab N Go doors. All eyes were on your form as you ran off. You slumped your back against the outdoor wall as you caught the breath you didn’t realize you lost. It was only a minute until your friend came out with the snacks in her arms and ran over to you. “Holy shit, dude! I totally thought you were done for! Like, I literally thought he was going to crack open your head!” She exclaimed with a horrified expression.

You grabbed her free hand and placed it right on your heartbeat. “Feel how fast my heart is beating. My whole life flashed before my eyes… I sleep a lot.” You said with a humorous tone and relieved smile. “I still can’t believe you said that! And he was so stunned he actually let you go! Good to know your weirdness scared off the fucking apex predator of Denver. You tamed the beast!” She said as she hooked her arm around yours to start walking towards her car. “His friend teased Vance about it and he kept being like ‘sh-shut up!’ all flustered with the pinkest cheeks!” She laughed loudly.

You smiled small in amusement as you looked over your shoulder to the glass window that captured Vance still by his pinball machine. Once you looked over you caught him looking at you too but quickly whipped his head away as if he wasn’t.

The sound of the doorbell silenced the laughter filled conversation with you and everyone else at the sleepover party. You stood up from your spot on the carpeted ground saying, “I think that’s the pizza, I’ll go get it.” You jumped over your friends’ laid down bodies and pillows to reach the coffee table where everyone put in an equal amount of cash to pay for the pizza. You ran up the basement steps while tucking the money in a neat stack.

You reached the front door to unlock it before swinging it open… only to be faced with Vance Hopper. You swore you almost pissed yourself, fearing that he had made up his mind and wanted to finish you off after that little stunt of yours.

“Hey.” Vance said with his arms crossed tightly. Your brows pinched together in sudden puzzlement. “Did you follow me here?” He glared and barked in defense, “Don’t flatter yourself! One of my friends knows your friend's older sister.” You slowly nodded, still wanting to know how that conversation exactly went and how it led to you.

You placed the money on the table beside the door then leaned against the doorframe, folding your hands together. “So why are you here?” You asked. Vance dropped one of his arms to reach into his back pocket, pulling out your favorite drink from the Grab N Go. The last one. He handed it over to your delighted self. “You dropped your other one like a clutz.” He said simply before tucking his arms back away.

You smiled in surprise down at the drink in your hands and flashed a brighter smile back up at him. “Thanks a lot.” He turned his head to the side, “It’s whatever.” You were about to apologize for bumping into his game but he started talking before you could. His head faced you again and he leaned a little closer to you with a glare and his arms still tightly crossed. “Just so you know, we were not gonna kiss back there. I was getting ready to kick your ass and you just… caught me off guard. So if you thought it was because I like you, then you’re fucking wrong. Because I don’t.” He said with defensive aggression over something you didn’t even suspect.

Your eyebrows were slightly raised over how worked up he got about that theory no one even said aloud. He turned on his heels to walk down the steps but turned back around at the middle step, pointing a finger at the drink in your hand. “And I didn’t get you that because I like you! Okay!?” His voice got a little quieter, “It’s because you’ve always been cool and you were just stupid just this once.” You guessed that was his own weird way of forgiving you.

You watched him finish walking down the steps before you said to him, “Hey Vance, one more thing!” He turned to you with a waiting look. You smiled softly. “I miss sitting next to you in class. I hope you get to pass this year.” You said, hoping this makes things cool between you two and maybe even become friends.

Vance’s cheeks turned rosy as he casted his eyes back down. “Me too.” He said in a quieter tone than how he had been talking, letting you wonder which statement he answered with that. He looked back up and pointed another finger at you with furrowed brows. “And if anyone says that I like you just know they’re wrong and stupid! Okay!?” He added randomly but his warm cheeks kind of ruined it.

You smiled in amusement. “Okay.” He turned back around and started walking back to his friend's parked car in the street. “Bye Vance!” You called out. “Cunt!” He yelled back, returning to his more defensive tone.

Your group of friends all suddenly crowded around behind you, watching over your shoulder Vance and his friend drive off. “What was that about?” One of your friends asked with a mixture of confusion and protectiveness.

“You know, I think he admitted he likes me… in his own weird way.” You said with an amused her confused head tilt over what just happened.

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grimoireofhayley · 6 months

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Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

Word Count: 1.6k

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

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A/n: Oh-my-god, I am so sorry for the major delay! Trust me, I was in the middle of writing the chapter the same day I said I would post it, but being a mom is super-duper busy and they will always come first and I completely forgot to post the chapter, but here it is FINALLY.. My twins are now 3 so they’re acting like teenagers, but toddler form; super bossy, extremely demanding, always and I MEAN always keeping me on my feet. Plus, I had to re-write it as I didn’t like how the first attempt at chapter 14 sounded 😮‍💨 Anyways, I barely have time to write, but when I can, I hope you all enjoy it. I hope this chapter is up to your liking! More chapters are still on the way, A LOT MORE. Keep in mind, the Billy scene in previous chapters and this scene is my first time writing smut/smut related things… 😓😓😓 Lastly, Thank You ALL so much for getting me to 405 followers! I’m in disbelief 🫢💜

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Chapter 14

Gulping, you shakily took the phone off the counter, hanging it up and unplugged it from the wall, making sure no calls would come through anymore that night for her sake.

Looking over, you saw Sidney gripping at her brown hair, pulling it in every direction, her jaw clenched, yet, her teeth chattering; she wanted to scream, shout and cry, but couldn’t. Her pale features now a rouge from both exhaustion and terror. Her sanity seemed to slip away bit-by-bit each time Ghostface would call; preying on her, taunting her, humiliating her.

“What, what!?” Dewey came running from his room, waving a gun around in his white t-shirt and blue and white striped boxers.

Tatum tsk-ed at her brother’s tardiness, pushing passed him to follow Sidney.

You rubbed the nape of your neck, placing your other hand on Dewey’s shoulder, “Next time.. maybe be a little quicker.” You laughed, half-heartedly, trying to make light of the situation, seeing how confused Dewey seemed to be.

“(Y/n) (L/n) and Sidney Prescott who were both…”

Before the news reporter finished his sentence, Dewey shut the tv off, pulling a chair out from the kitchen table, sitting down.

“Billy was released.”

Your ears perked at the sound, relief washing over.

Sidney’s eyes lit up, but she still clearly had her doubts.

“His cellular bill was clean. He didn’t make those calls..” Dewey stated, grabbing a carton of milk before pouring some of it into his coffee. “We’re checkin’ every cellular account in the county.” Dewey finished, taking a long gulp of his un-sweetened drink before continuing. “(Y/n), Sidney..” He eyed both of you, “Any calls made to you two or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced, it’s going to take some time, but we’ll find him.”

Tatum nudged you and smiled at Sidney.

Dewey pulled into the school lot with ease, parallel parking at the curb.

He got out and opened the door for you and Sidney.

You smiled at him, thanking him quietly, and he tilted his hat at you as Sidney got out next.

However, your smile quickly faded, seeing a reporter running towards your side; most likely to ambush both you and Sidney about what happened.

“(Y/n) how does it feel to know the murderer is lusting after you and nearly butchering your friends? Do you know who the killer is, are you a part of his twisted game?” A red head asked, shoving a mic at you, accusing you of being his partner-in-crime.

You scoffed, irritated, but somehow calm, honoured that she knows the killer wants you.

“What about you, Sidney? How does it feel to be almost brutally killed?”

Sidney bit her lip, already wanting to cry.

Dewey stepped in front, shoving the reporter away.

“Hey, leave them alone!” He shouted, towering over the petite woman.

She stumbled back, but wasn’t giving up.

“People want to know. They have a right to know!”

You, Tatum and Sidney bolted, getting away from all the interrogations this woman was sure to have up her sleeves.

You were pressed against a locker; your mid back arched causing your torso to move forward; and your arms folded, pushing your breasts together, making them pop out.

“This is a mistake, I shouldn’t be here…” Sidney huffed, grabbing her books and slamming her locker door shut.

You sighed, plopping a sucker in your mouth; twirling the red treat around your tongue, pursing your lips tightly around it and without meaning to, your eyes landed on Stu who was already watching you.

You blushed and he smirked, liking how you looked with your mouth full.

“I want you to meet me right here after class, okay, Sid?” Tatum spoke and Sidney nodded.

“Hey, Stu, I haven’t seen Billy around… is he really pissed?”

Stu tore his gaze from you, looking at Sidney.

“Oh, you mean after you branded him the Candyman?”

You shoved Stu slightly, giving him a glare.

He winced, “No, his heart’s broken—“

Suddenly a scream was heard and the four of you looked into the direction it came from, spotting a student running down the hall dressed as Ghostface.

You blushed again, seeing the full cloaked figure and that ghostly-white mask again.

‘Fuck, that’s hot.’ You smirked slightly, turning your head to the side, trying to subtly check out the student who’s dressed up like the murderer, you let out a quiet “Mmph” squeezing your thighs together.

Unbeknownst to you, Stu heard your moan, and knew exactly what you were doing with your thighs. Luckily, the others did not, but he is so glad that he did. He can smell the hormones leaking off of you; they were practically oozing with want for the cloaked-killer.

He bit his lip, trying to contain his excitement.

“Why are they doing this?” Sidney spoke, watching the student run away.

Stu, glanced at you, “Are you kidding me? Look at this place, it’s like Christmas!” He laughed, a devious smirk prying at his lips as the comment was directed at you. You were his Christmas, knowing the woman he wants is full blown horny for him, for Ghostface.

Tatum huffed, hitting him with the lollipop you had given her prior, “Stupidity leak.”

“Hey!” Stu shrieked, immediately looking at his girlfriend, while the school bell blared, signalling the start of class and students were quick to get going.

Sidney ran down the hall, upset at Stu’s comment and Tatum ran after her. You sighed, looking down, picking up your bag in the process. You went to go wave ‘bye’ to Stu, but he vanished.

“Huh?” You mumbled out loud, seeing how he was gone and so was every other student that was there nearly two minutes ago. “That’s my cue…”

Tapping your fingers against your hip, you hummed to the tune of ‘Your Dead’ by Norma Tanega.

You stopped in front of the janitors closest to reach for your Walkman that was in your bag, wanting to blare the song in your ears, hoping that actually listening to the catchy tune would make it stop repeating itself inside your head.

Though, the universe had other plans…

You felt the door swing open, hitting you, knocking you out of the way, making you drop your only source of music.

Soon after, a hand covered your mouth and an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the closet.

A scream hitched in your throat as the unknown figure flicked the light on, revealing who the culprit was…Stu.

“Stu, what the actual fuck was that for!?” You narrowed your eyes, clenching your fist, ready to punch him out of fear.

He laughed, but soon afterwards told you to be quiet, locking the door behind him as he stepped forward.

“Shh, I don’t want anyone to hear us.” He whisper-yelled, getting closer to you, placing both hands on either side of your arms.

He was a good two-to-three feet taller than you.

“I saw you, you know…” He bit his lip again, rolling the flesh with his teeth, gripping your arms tighter.

You looked up at him, confused, not sure what he meant, however, a part of you knew where this might be going.

“The way your face went red, how you rubbed your thighs together..” He taunted, poking your nose, “Let’s not forget that sweet-little moan you let out when you saw that student…” He leaned into the crease of your collarbone, nipping at the skin, the coolness of his lips penetrating your warmth.

Your face was hot with yearn, but also embarrassment. “The student who was dressed as the Woodsboro slasher…” He grinned, feeling you shiver at his touch.

“W-what—“ You began, trying to act like you didn’t know what he was talking about; ashamed that you were caught. You were quickly silenced by Stu pressing his lips against yours, his bulge pushing up against your side.

His fingers danced across your arms to the string of your grey tank top, ripping it from your body with force as the sound of the thin material shredding lingered in your ears. Fortunately for Stu, you didn’t have a bra on…

Your breasts jiggled from the impact, bouncing in place which caused a small guttural growl to emit from Stu’s throat.

Stu immediately grabbed your boob in his right hand, rubbing his thumb across the perky bud, while his other hand gripped at your bare side, his fingers digging into your ribs.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the finger prints you already had bruised into your skin. They almost lined up with his own marks, but his were slightly bigger. Stu only quirked a brow, continuing to fondle your breast, not wanting to ruin the moment by asking.

Stu trembled at the thought of someone else having you, but he was sure to find out who and kill him.

“M-mm..” You let out a breathy moan, making Stu lose track of his thoughts,“But T-Tatum—“ you stuttered, holding back another sound as he slid his hand into your shorts, rubbing your clit through the silk of your panties.

He hooked his finger under the band, pulling you even closer, his forehead pressing up against your own.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

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#fanfiction #scream 1996 #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #billy x you x stu #scream franchise #stu macher #billy loomis x female reader #billy x stu #stu macher x female reader #stu matcher x reader #stu macher smut #stu x reader

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apollosfavkiddo · 28 days

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⛧° Cooking classes with Uncle Leo

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content: leo valdez x fem!reader blurb

warnings: probably cursing, bad spanish, not proofread. ig that's it?? lmk!!

a/n: i didn't really like this, but i'm posting it anyways lol. dedicated to covey and @/pinkdiorluvr cuz i know they both love leo hehehe

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You never learnt how to cook. A disturbed childhood with a shitty mortal dad was not the best place to get cooking lessons. Or to learn anything, on that matter.

The point is, cooking skills aren’t something you possess, and that annoys you beyond limits. That took you to asking your best friend, Leo Valdez, for cooking classes. Which he immediately accepted. I mean, who wouldn’t want to teach your crush how to cook?

"So, when can I go to your house?” You asked, which made him snap back to reality from just admiring your features.

“Uh... my house?” He asked, as he completely forgot what you guys were previously chatting about. He was too busy with noticing how the freckles coated your cheeks, and how your black hair framed your face in the prettiest way possible. Oh, he was down bad.

“Are you even listening to me right now, Leo?” You asked, waving your hand in front of his face.

“Uh, yeah, ‘course I am. You were talking about the... cooking classes, right?” He asked, a sheepish smile making his way to his lips. You just rolled your eyes.

“Yes, I am. When can I come to your house, hm?” You asked again.

“Tomorrow at seven sounds good to you?” He asked.

“Yeah, that’d be great.” You answer, smiling softly as well.

“You’re gonna learn how to make the perfect pasta alla carbonara, my dear apprentice. It's one of my specialties.” He said, passing an arm across your shoulders and pulling you to him.

Before you could even pull away so you could leave, he planted a kiss with a loud ‘mwah’ to it and darted off, laughing. You were left confused, blushing and smiling as a toddler who just got a pack of candy.

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Leo stood in his kitchen, a grin plastered on his face as he waited for his best friend’s arrival. He was looking forward to it, since he knew that it was a chance of absolutely zero percent that this whole class didn’t end in absolute chaos.

He leaned against the counter, tapping his fingers impatiently, trying to figure when you’d finally come, what clothes you’d be wearing, what shoes you’d wear and in which way your hair would be. Would it be down? Would you put it in a ponytail? A bun? A braid?

Oh gods, he was such a sucker for that damned daughter of Poseidon.

Eventually, he heard the rhythmic knock on the door, telling him that you were finally there, much to his happiness.

“Come on, Valdez, it’s freezing out here!” You complained, just when he finally opened the door and you barged inside, escaping the snow from the outside world. You were in a black coat, wine-red leggings, gloves and a cute scarf so your nose didn’t get too cold. “Finally! Thought you’d leave me out there to die.”

“I’d never do that, princesa. I mean, at least not today, I need an assistant.” He said jokingly, poking your shoulder and teasing you as you took your coat off.

“I’m gonna punch you, I swear to all the gods that I know.” She threatened. He just smiled and walked towards the kitchen, with you following right behind him. “So, what’re you gonna teach me today?”

“We’re gonna make the best pasta ever – carbonara!” He said happily as he pointed at the counter, which was filled with ingredients for the dish – bacon, eggs, flour and cheese were neatly organized in the counter, ready to be turned into a meal.

“If this goes wrong, I'm ordering a happy meal.” You complained, putting the things you brought to make your favorite dessert, a classic that you learnt with a Brazilian friend of yours – Brigadeiro. It's actually the only thing that you can cook without burning down the whole house.

“First, we gotta make the pasta.” The latino said, and you grimaced.

“Why do we have to make it? Isn't it easier to just, you know, buy the pasta and cook it?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, it’s easier. But making it is so much fun!” He said, with a smile on his face, and started pouring flour on the counter, making a small tower and soon making a hole in it. Then he stopped and looked at you.

“What? Is there something on my hair?” You asked, brushing off your hair, which made Leo laugh.

“No, no. I need you to grab six eggs and crack them here.” He said, gesturing towards the bowl.

“Oh.” You mumbled and picked up the bowl, cracking the eggs in it and being extra careful with the shell. When you finished, you looked at him with puppy eyes. “What now?”

“Put them here.” He said, gesturing to the hole in the flour. You nodded and poured the eggs there. “Now, you washed your hands, right?” You nodded again. “Great. Now, you have to mix the eggs and the flour until we have a smooth dough; the pasta!”

You just nodded and put your hands to work. It was cute, since you didn’t seem to know what you were doing, and it was just so cute the way you were unsure on whether you were doing the right thing or not.

“You’re doing great, y/n/n.” He assured. If you looked up, you’d see a proud smile on his face.

After a few minutes of squeezing and mixing the dough, it was finally ready. You looked up at Leo’s face, a proud smile on your face and shining eyes. Maybe cooking wasn’t really that bad, after all. Not if you had a good teacher and friend around.

He was starstruck. He couldn’t even move. You were just so pretty, flour all over your arms and hands, a little spot on your cheek white from when you rubbed the back of your hand on your face. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you in that moment.

But he knew he couldn’t. He shouldn’t do it. Couldn't risk his friendship with you.

And yet you were so tempting, so pretty like that. In his kitchen, with his apron – which was slightly too big for your tiny frame – and with him.

“So, what do we do now?” You asked, interrupting the trance he was in. He shook his head and blushed, embarrassed to be caught like that.

“Uh... the- the eggs. We need to make the eggs.” He said, blushing after getting caught staring at you. “You can whisk the yolks while I cook the bacon. Is that alright with you?”

“Mhm. You just need to teach me how to separate the yolks.” You said, with a smile.

You two continued the cooking, with Leo cooking the bacons till they were golden brown and crispy while you whisked the egg yolks and the cheese together. It was a fun night, where you ate the food you made – which was delicious, by the way – and had fun with your best friend.

The only out of the ordinary thing was that the whole time you were there, the only thing you wanted was to jump on Leo’s lap and kiss the hell out of him.

And his train of thought was not that far away from yours.

Don't get me wrong, he loved to spend platonic time with you, of course. But he really, really wanted to kiss you.

‘Oh, for my father’s sake, what I wouldn’t give to kiss her.’

“...what?” You asked, your face clearly redder with his – more than sudden – confession.

You never thought he’d want to kiss you, much less give yourself the hope that maybe someday that’d happen. No, it was selfish, and you knew – or at least thought – that he’d never ever like his best friend.

But here he was, saying how much he’d give in exchange for a kiss.

“Oh, shit- I said that out loud, didn’t I? I’m so sorry, Y/n, you can really pretend this never happened, I just-” AAAAAND he was rambling. Again. So, the easiest way out of that situation was, obviously, shut him up with a kiss.

He immediately melted. His hands stopped flying around his face and went to graze your neck and waist, unsure, but ready to search.

It was one of the best kisses you’ve ever had, and it was definitely the most awaited one. His lips were cracked and raspy, and he tasted sweet like the juice you had.

When you finally pulled away, both of your cheeks were red and there was a smile playing on both of your lips.

“I kinda love you.” You admited.

“Good, ‘cause i love you too, princesa.”

#all my love 🍀#postcards from leah #leo valdez #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x reader #cooking classes with uncle leo is up huh #pjo hoo toa #pjo #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader

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hyrule-in-a-pokeball · 1 year

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THE MODERN DESCENDANTS OF THE ZONAI

In my last post I explained how the game tells us that the Zonai came to Hyrule from somewhere else, and eventually disappeared, leaving just two Zonai behind.

There are only two possible explanations for why they disappeared.

1: They went back to where they came from. Pretty simple. 2: They died out. This is the possibility we'll be looking at.

There are two forms of extinction. Extinction as you probably know it, in which the species just dies out, and "Pseudoextinction" in which the species dies out, but in doing so has given rise to an entirely new species, either through evolution or mass breeding with a compatible species.

We know that Hylians and Zonai were sexually compatible, as Rauru; a Zonai, married Sonia; a Hylian, and started what would become the Hyrule royal family. Though never seen in game, they have surely reproduced by the time Zelda is sent back in time, as she is their descendant, both of their unique magical abilities, light and time, residing within her.

Another potential example of Zonai/non-zonai breeding is the nameless ancient hero, who appears to be Zonai, but his unique Zonai features are somewhat diminished, even lacking the Zonai's third eye entiely.

Oh yeah, Zonais have 3 eyes. Forgot to mention that. Its actually pretty important. The Zonai certainly think it is. The Zonai 3rd eye is very prominent in their artwork and fashion, and in armor and clothing made by Zonai to be worn by non-zonai, importance is given to this region of the head

In fact, when Ganondorf obtains a sage's stone, he places it on his forehead, possibly to mark himself as an equal to the Zonai, a people who the land dwellers once saw as gods. But getting back to the subject at hand here... What if the Hyrulean royals and the nameless ancient hero aren't the only examples of Zonai/Hylian interbreeding?

Here we see Rauru, a pure-blooded Zonai male His hair is naturally white, and he has a 3rd eye in the middle of his forehead. The eye is adorned with gold around the edges of the eyelid. When opened, and couple with the marking on the ridge of his nose, the 3rd eye takes on a very familiar appearance

Do you see it?

Here let me just...

Do you see it now?

I don't believe that the Zonai returned to their own world. I don't believe that all but two of them got sick and kicked all their buckets. I believe that the Zonai interbred with local Hylians to the point that the Zonai themselves, who likely already had a smaller population than the Hylians, vanished, and after further generations of breeding with more pure-blood Hylians, a new type of Hylian almost completely lacking Zonai features rose up in their place, co-existing with regular Hylians. I believe that group to be none other than...

The Sheikah. The importance placed on their bizarre eye symbol. The way their leaders wear that symbol in the center of their foreheads, representing a 3rd eye, which we now know is a literal trait of Zonai. Their penchant for advanced technology. The naturally white hair from birth, and the unusually long life spans despite being classified as Hylians*. I believe strongly that the Sheikah are the closest living descendants of the Zonai. This could also explain why the Sheikah are so dedicated to the Hyrulean royal family, because at its deepest roots, the royal family is as much Zonai as it is Hylian.

*In character logs, Sheikah are listed as "Hylian (Sheikah)" indicating that they're an ethnic group and not a separate race.

#The legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #Tears of the kingdom spoilers #zonai #sheikah

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dailyreverie · 5 months

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Santa baby

A/N: Requested by @rositxespinosa. This is completely unhinged, I don't know what came over me, and I'm not sorry about that. Hope you all like it!

Holiday prompts ⛄ 10. Naughty

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader | Modern!AU (just because Santa's not a thing in SW)

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI. Nudity, implicit sex.

Word count: 813

The day had dragged on in the most mundane way possible, each passing seeming like it lasted longer than the last. Working in an empty office due to the Holiday break around the corner tired you out of boredom, leaving you yearning for the comforting embrace of home, of Poe, of being able to talk to him more than just a “I’m going to die from boredom” text.

As you stepped into the apartment, the weariness of the day began to vanish, replaced by the anticipation of familiar warmth. “Poe?” You call into the apartment, kicking off your shoes and tossing off your coat.

“Hi, sweetheart!” You heard Poe calling from your bedroom, instantly making you smile. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” You replied without much of a thought, the sign of an uneventful day. “What are you up to?” It wasn’t normal for Poe not to jump to the door to greet you, welcoming you with a kiss that makes you forget about your day, bringing you home in every aspect of the word.

“Just waitin’ for you.” He was always great at making you smile right of the bat.

“Good, because all day I’ve been wanting nothing but to watch one of those stupid movies from our queue. I had such a boring day, you have no idea,” your venting began as you start your walk to your shared bedroom, already craving the feeling of Poe’s arms around you. “The only interesting thing that happened today was that the coffee machine broke down and it spilled all over Finn’s shirt, that poor guy, we couldn’t stop laughing about it and he was so mad! At one point I really thought he was going to-”

Your train of thought is abruptly interrupted when, as you enter your room, you notice Poe is completely naked. He is wearing absolutely nothing, except for a Santa hat right on top of his- “Poe! Oh my God!”

The noise you let out is somewhere between a laugh and a gasp, all while your face turns 100 different shades of pink and red.

“Yes, my love?” His eyebrows move up his face, fake innocence all over his features, doe eyes and all as he keeps his eyes fakely interested in whatever the phone in his hand is showing. “You were saying?”

Your eyes travel up and down his body, taking in the sight that welcomes you home. “What are you doing?” You speak after a couple of seconds of silence, chuckling, breaking his fake naiveness and making him smile.

“Waiting for you.” His smirk, though, is a clear sign of why he was waiting for you. “I think someone forgot to check if you were naughty or nice this year.”

“Oh my God, you are unbelievable” You let out an airy laugh, not able to keep your eyes away from him.

“Are you saying you don’t believe in Santa? ‘Cause he might forget to give you a gift if you keep this attitude.

You giggle at him, at the whole situation he probably came up with when you texted how boring your day was. Not able to resist him anymore your fingers start to undo your clothes. Poe tosses his phone aside when you start walking towards him, his turn to look you up and down as you begin to unbutton your shirt. “Santa’s just here to check if you've been naughty or nice."

You playfully roll your eyes, still blushing but unable to suppress your laughter. "Is that so?" you tease, crawling across the bed. As Poe moves to get into a more comfortable position, the Santa hat that rests on top of him wiggles a bit, adding to the absurdity of the situation. You reach him, straddling his waist and resting your hands on his chest.

Poe stops in front of you, his gaze filled with a mix of affection and lust. "Well, sweetheart, have you been naughty?" he asks, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

You respond with a playful smile. "Maybe a little bit naughty," you admit, running your fingers along the bare skin of his chest. "But I think I deserve a special gift from Santa.” Your tongue licks languidly over his lips, asking for permission to enter as your hand expertly removes the hat from his cock, wrapping around it and making him let out a delicious moan against your lips.

He grins, his hands moving to your waist to guide you to grind on him. "Oh, you'll get a special gift, alright," he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck.

The two of you share a moment of laughter and passion, the Santa hat long forgotten on the floor. As you both collapse onto the bed, tangled in each other's arms, you can't help but feel grateful for the way he always turns your day around, in the most unexpected ways, in the most uneventful days; no matter what, you can count on Poe to make your day feel whole.

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lovelyiida · 1 year

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secret relationship with bakugo~

INCLUDES: KATSUKI BAKUGO

WARNINGS: implied fem reader, vulgar language, sexual themes

MASTERLIST

WORDS: 1.8K

Bakugo is known for his heartbreaking nature as a pro hero. Since he has been in many open relationships, each is heavily surveyed by the media at all times.

usually dating other pro-heroes or random A-list celebrities. He has broken, maybe even shattered, everyone's heart.

so when he wrote his number down on the bill you gave him and handed it back to you, you were shocked.

so…he’s into waitresses now?

You were working a long 9-hour shift at a local noodles restaurant located in the heart of the city. Back aching and eyes dry, you give your all as each customer you greet is shown a million-dollar smile.

When the time came 1 minute before closing, you began to untie your oily apron until a loud bell rang. Signaling that someone had just come through the door.

You almost collapse in agony at the sound. Collecting yourself you stomp out the back and head to the front.

“Excuse me! I'm sorry but we're--" As you saw the person standing patiently at the front, your words caught in your throat.

Pro-Hero Dynamight?

His red eyes pierced yours as he stared at you. Your eyes travel down his body, his hero suit still on, a little torn and muddy, must've had a little tussle.

the rumors are true, he's way more attractive in person. His toned muscles were drenched with sweat as you watched them glisten in the city lights.

you now understand why he gets into relationships so easily, even with such a hideous personality, he's drop-dead gorgeous.

as your eyes travel back up to his face, you notice he had a smug grin. Sighing, the pro-hero slowly folds his head back to brush through his hair. He walks towards your figure, as the only thing separating you two is the front desk.

"I know you're closed and all, but you don't mind staying open for a hard workin' hero like myself would ya?" voice deep and strong as it bounced off the walls of the empty restaurant.

Still stunned, you shakily nod. Swiftly returning to the kitchen with quick steps your body crashes into the dish sink, your hands gripping tight into the curved metal. Your body hangs almost limply above the dirty dishes you forgot to wash.

"pro-hero dynamight is in my resturant!" you squealed quietly. you were fangirling quite hard, as this interaction was almost comparable to meeting royalty.

"hello? any fucking day!" the pro-hero yells, snapping you from your daze. you jumped, hurrily grabbing a paper and pen and dash out to the dining floor.

In the back of the room, you can see the pro-hero seated in a corner booth, away from windows.

walking over you look down at him, a pen and paper in hand ready to take his order. "Are you ready?" you politely asked.

"does it look like i'm fuckin' ready? gimmie a sec" he grumbled. It's possible that he would have caught you completely gawking at him if he hadn't been eyeing the menu.

the dim yellow light hanging from the ceiling shines on his sharp facial features. Vermillion eyes glowing, his lips pursed as he's in deep thought trying to choose his next meal.

his lips were so pink and looked so soft, you bet he was a fantastic kisser, there's no doubt about that. you imagined his lips on yours, you imagined how he'd grab your waist and pull you in deeper and deeper until you were gasping for another breath.

god, you wish he could just take you to this dining table right now–

"I'll take this," the pro-hero says, pointing at the spicy noodles.

you snap out of your daze once more, and let out a shy smile.

"coming right up sir!" you take a sharp bow (which makes him roll his eyes) and head into the kitchen to make his meal. after nearly 20 minutes, you serve him a hefty bowl of spicy ramen noodles. "It's on the house" you said with a tired smile.

the hero nods in gratitude and goes to town on his noodles. walking away to stand behind the front desk, still taking your chances for a quick glance at the oh-so-handsome hero.

In another 20 minutes, you were wiping imaginary stains on your counter until the clank of a bowl was heard.

You jump, snapping your neck towards the sound, looking up to see the pro-hero smirking at you.

“Finished. How much?” He says. You tilt your head at the question. “For the food, princess.”

The pet-name sent you into a flustered frenzy. “Oh! Um, like I said it’s on the house…to thank you for your service” you mumbled. This earned a genuine smile from the hero.

Chuckling, he leans in close to you. His arms rest on the counter, toned biceps flexed with ease and his chest tall and forward exuding confidence.

“Y’know I’ve been going here since high school…and I’ve never seen you here before. And I come here often.”

His voice was smug, the tone of his voice smooth like honey as the words from his lips drip-dropped off his tongue with ease.

“Well…I’ve been working here for about a month so–“

“That’s why my noodles weren’t as spicy as they usually are,” He says. This makes your eyes widen "Oh! I’m so sorry! The next one is on the house again-“

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, it was still tasty " he spits. The next time, don’t stare at your customers so hard. Usually not one for stares but…your cuteness makes up for it.”

Before you could react, the hero reaches into his pocket and slams down the exact amount for the food.

“It’s late, get home soon cutie” he says, a small smile on his lips as he flashes a quick wink your way.

Putting his mask on in a hurry, he walks into the darkness of the night.

You stood in shock, gazing at the pro-hero in awe. Did he just call you cute?

Letting out a sigh, you look down to take the cash. Only to realize a pink piece a paper was on top of the cash.

‘XXX-XXX-XXXX consider this as a tip.’

You couldn't even think, he just gave you his fucking number.

After several booty calls and three more “let’s see each other again”, you find yourself laying down in the pro-hero Dynamights' bedroom. Flicking through TV channels, wearing nothing but an oversized Dynamight shirt and a pair of panties.

Pro-hero? Sorry, you meant Bakugo now.

Pressing the remote over and over, the screen flashes quickly. The RGB lights flicker from the screen and into your eyes, you let out a bored sigh.

News? Boring.

Home channel? Not in a interior design mood.

Cooking shows? No point, you can’t get any hungrier.

What’s this? The gossip channel?

Legs swinging off the bed suddenly come to a halt, you noticed it was currently on a hero segment. Talking about some pro-hero Chargebolt? You didn’t know him personally, all you knew was that he bought another damn car.

“Y’know what’s shocking me? It’s been 6 months since we’ve heard any buzz in the dating scene about pro-hero dynamight!” The female reporter gushed.

Rolling your eyes, you stayed glued to the action. Anticipating hearing their opinions.

“I agree! I mean– I’m truly surprised he’s not in a relationship. Maybe he’s finally decided to focus on building himself up in the ranks. Being the #4 hero is good…but compared to last year being in the #2 spot–“

“I’m turning this shit off” you hear your boyfriend grunt. Hair wet and most of his body still wet from the shower, a towel loosely hanging from his waist.

Stomping towards you, he snatches the remote and quickly turns it off. Which earns an exasperated whine out of you.

“I was watching that!” You protested. Bakugo rolls his eyes, “so you were entertained watching random ass people talk shit about me?” He spits.

Lifting yourself off your stomach, you crawl towards the edge of the bed with a giggle. Taking a deep breath, walking on your knees, you reach out to your boyfriend and wrap your arms around him.

“not exactly”

Leaning in to kiss him, he quickly grabs your waist and pushes you into the bed. You laugh at the sudden force, the bakugo crawls on top of you. Tiny water droplets hit your face.

“So is it true?” You asked, your voice softer than it was a mere moment ago. Bakugo mumbles, too busy kissing your neck.

Sighing, you push yourself away, earning an irritant groan. “Is what true, beautiful?” He finally answers.

“You haven’t been dating anyone for more than 6 months, which means we’ve been together for that same amount of time” you say.

“All signs point to yes, why’ya ask?” He says, his body collapsing on the side of you. His muscular arm snakes around your waist and pulls you close to him.

“I don’t know, I’m just shocked…I didn’t know you’d be the waitress type” you say, which makes Bakugo chuckle.

“I know, everyone is so used to me dating the hottest of the hottest I guess, but they’re not as hot as you baby” Leaning in, he plants a quick peck on your lips.

Grabbing his face you go in for another, more intimate kiss. Hiking your leg up against his torso as his hands reach for your bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Pulling away from the kiss on your forehead, looking deeply into his eyes, you laughed. “What?” Bakugo smiled.

“I don’t know…I’m just surprised you chose me out of all those other guys and girls. I like you a lot Bakugo, you know that right?” Your voice soft and attentive rang through your boyfriend's ear like a beautiful symphony.

“I needed change in my life. I wanted to slow down. I was tired of living the fast life, and I wanted to fuckin’ settle” he says.

“I knew walkin’ into that restaurant you were gonna be the one, you were too cute to pass up” he mumbles sweetly, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“So you walked in on purpose?” You chuckled.

“I may have seen you working earlier that day and found you hot. I was praying to any and every god that you would still be there after patrol. And God gave me their blessing” he says.

Sighing, you drop your head into his chest.

The shared bedroom is subdued by a long, comfortable pause.

You never knew Bakugo felt that way towards you. At first you felt like you were just a booty call. After that, you noticed how much you clicked with each other.

From general conversation to sexual attraction, the relationship was solid.

You didn’t know if it was going to last. But now, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world knowing Bakugo planned you for the long-haul.

“Let’s make it official”

Bakugo breaks the silence. Turning your head to him you let out a last gasp. “A-are you sure?” You stuttered.

“Hell yeah, I need to let these fuckers know you’re mine and that I dare anyone to lay a mere pinky toe on you.”

You laugh at Bakugo’s broad statement, cuddling at him you nod.

“Okay, let’s make it official.”

hello everyone!! This was supposed to be headcanons but school is so tiring, currently writing this at 2 AM. You guys are so amazing, walking up to so much support makes me smile everyday. Thank you!!

— lovelyiida<3

#mha #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #bnha insert #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha imagines #bakugo x reader #lovelyiida #mha fanfiction #bakugo headcanons #mha bakugou

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amaranthdahlia · 3 months

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kudoichi wedding art yyyay

and ofc heres the usual art dump lol

(context: was talking in our kdch gc and one of my moots had the idea that kudou gives yoichi his dog tags and my mind went BBRHRHRHR with it (my old ship also had a dogtag hc!!!! its sosjfkg)

(i just realized i COMPLETELY forgot about his scar oh my god thats literally his most distinct feature..... well sorry rip im too lazy to fix it)

(dude when kudou was shown wearing a shirt i had been ITCHING to draw yoichi wearing it (well i did before actually but it wasnt obvious lol))

(thanking ur heroes 101)

( sleeping hc, since kudou is described as a soldier i bet he sleeps like one too haha, and hc that yoichi had to curl into himself alot whenever he slept due to the cold weather in his childhood & having no proper house/beddings so it just stuck .... and also cus his brother recently had locked him up in a vault without any sort of blanket or comforter )

#theres actually a couple more but i hit my limit #also i wasnt sure if i was gonna post this yet but eh i havent posted kdch in a while so take the wedding photo #as the cover #even if its not fully done piece :'))))#oh well there is still some more kdch stuff i didnt get to post here #so stay tuned ig #kudoichi #ichinii #also feels weird drawing yoichi without his bangs #shigaraki yoichi #yoichi shigaraki #mha kudou #second one for all user #second ofa user #duo holders #mha #bnha

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tonowarii · 1 year

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can i request the beloved catboy quaritch purring ITS NOT A WANT ITS A NEED MMMM

COMPLETELY okay if u dont have motivation, or if u just dont wanna do it!! Write whatever you feel like writing love ♡

kisses 😚

im just keeping this short and simple bc i need to experiment on writing quaritch 👹 also wrote this w a human reader in mind sooo

gif is not mine, credits to the owner!

Quaritch relished in moments like these where he finally gets to spend time with you. Needless to say, since getting his avatar body, he never felt better, faster, and even playful. But god forbid the lessons he had to go through in getting used to this. But yada yada, all this, all that- it finally paid off as he now gets to spend more time with you.

However this one particular morning, he was enjoying having you huddled on top of him, one of his arm wrapped around you so you don't fall.

It was like that when suddenly he was staring at you, seconds after you've just given him a decent uppercut with your head as you looked at him with wide eyes, as if you saw a ghost. It looked like you've just got shaken up by one hell of a nightmare.

"The hell was that for?" He grumbles in his old grumpy manner with a 'What the fuck?' look at you, his usual scowl returning.

But this discovery had your mouth wide and a mischevious glint in your eyes as you gestured all over in excitement.

"What? You forgot to speak?" He snarkily replied.

Quaritch watched as you lay your head on his chest a few times, making sure you weren't hearing things.

Then he hears your laugh, he was starting to get annoyed at this point, with his chin slightly aching and with you looking like a crazed scientist.

"I can't believe- oh this is great." You finally speak, looking up at him with one of your smiles that had Miles' features softening.

"What's so great? Me?" He chuckles. Although nothing could prepare him for what you said.

"I didn’t know you guys could purr!"

Pause.

Miles' expression drops, blinking. "Huh?"

"You're purring!! I can't - oh this is amazing." You laugh, leaning your head against his chest to hear the low rumble emitting from it, giving you a warm and comfy feeling.

Miles' huge hand raises to carefully pry you off his chest and not to accidentally flung you across the room.

"Come again?" He asked.

"You don't know? I mean can't you feel it? Or is it like a - what do you call that again-" You look up in thought as he simply stared at you with a puzzled expression. You give up on trying to search for the word, turning your attention back on the avatar in front of you, whose tail was flicking in curiosity behind him, ears flicking.

"Okay, do you... Feel anything?" You ask.

Miles simply shakes his head no. You roll your eyes. "Come on, cooperate with me Miles." The way his name rolls off your tongue had him complying.

He takes a moment to feel what he was feeling. He felt happy, content even— but he wouldn't admit that. Still, he then registers the low rumbling coming from deep in his chest. It was roaring- like an engine if you will.

His brows furrowed, is that what it was?

He thought you wouldn't be able to hear that... Has he been doing that for a while? That's weird, he only notices it when he's with you but he rarely pays attention to it. So that's what got you acting like a crazed scientist.

Miles looks at you, and he swore the roaring in his chest got louder. He didn’t even knew the makers programmed them to be able to do that.

"So you are just a big cat after all." You teased as you watched his face contort into realization.

"No I ain't, pumpkin." He was not going to accept this.

"Just accept it Miles," smirking playfully at him. "I wonder... If the other recoms know that their commander's just a big huggable cat that purrs." You teased.

"Stop it." He glares at you.

"Would you look at that I'm on my way down to inform the others."

You sing-song, about to jump off the big bed when you're suddenly hoisted back up on the bed on your back, with Quaritch's intense gaze meeting your eyes as his huge body hovered above you.

The act sent your heart thumping, Miles definitely picked up on that as he chuckles followed by a smirk at your sudden silence.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue, pumpkin?"

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