#also. I never want to hear that again. fuck. ‘you’re cute when you’re angry’ ‘you’re cute when you’re upset’ ALL THE FUCKING TIME AS A KID
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hi love! could you write something about chris being mean (in a joking manner) to the reader always, but only because he doesn’t know how to deal with his real feeling of liking her, then one day, when hes being very mean and ignoring her, he angry confesses.
i hope i explained well, ly!
angry confessions - c.s
a/n: hear me out, okay? i read your request once and ran with it and when i came back to read it again i realized that i may have went a little off your original idea. i’m so sorry 😭 i hope you like it !
chris walked from his bedroom, his blue eyes almost immediately landing on your figure.
yours and chris’ relationship was weird. for starters: you didn’t have one.
you were extremely close with his brothers, doing nearly everything together, but you and chris never really had much of a connection.
he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but watching you and matt or even you and nick made his heart clench in jealousy. he knew that your relationship with them was completely platonic, but it rubbed him the wrong way to see you with anyone but him.
of course, he didn’t plan on telling you that. he couldn’t grasp the thought of having feelings for you. it scared him halfway to death.
you were sat on the couch with matt and nick, the three of you playing some random multiplayer game on your phones.
chris made his way to the kitchen to grab a drink, his footsteps alerting everyone of his presence.
“he’s alive.” nick spoke up.
“shut up.” chris scoffed, opening his pepsi before moving to sit with you guys.
just before he sat down, his hand lifts to playfully swat at the back of your head.
“what the fuck?!” you shouted, standing up as your eyes never once left your phone screen.
matt began to shout out in excitement, “oh! oh! i won!”
“bullshit.”
“why’d you do that?” you turn towards chris, frustration clear in your voice.
“sorry.” he shrugged, knowing there wasn’t much he could do about your loss but at least he had your attention.
you weren’t mad. you were used to chris’ odd behavior towards you. you didn’t know why, but you never questioned it.
you just assumed that’s how he treated every girl he knew.
hell, you’ve seen the way he’d jokingly make fun of madi. while he was a little less aggressive towards her, you thought that maybe it was because she was a lot more sensitive than you.
•••
“what the hell are you doing here?”
you perked up at the sound of his voice, “nick and i are hanging out.”
“again? that’s like the fourth time this week.”
he seemed annoyed at the thought you hanging out with his brother again.
“we’re going to a party. you can come with us if you want?” you suggested, not wanting him to feel left out.
chris furrowed his brows, “no, i’m good. last thing i want to do is be around you.”
your face fell. what the hell is his problem?
before you could respond and question his hostility, nick comes running down stairs,
“you ready to go?”
“yeah, let’s go.” you stood up from your seat, quickly exiting the house with an oblivious nick in tow.
as chris watched you and nick leave, he couldn’t help but silently scold himself.
“what the hell is wrong with me?”
“well for starters, you’re talking to yourself. that might be a sign that you have some problems…”
chris slowly turned towards matt, “shut the fuck up.”
•••
being sober had its perks.
the first being that you wouldn’t be drunk off your ass and wake up with the absolute worst headache ever. but it also meant that you wouldn’t accidentally catch yourself doing anything out of your usual character.
like nick, who was currently conversing with two people you could have sworn he despised.
now, you would have stopped him but you were currently caught up in a conversation with one of the few non intoxicated people at this party.
he was cute, he was nice and (so far) it seemed like his intentions were pure.
so why did you feel so weird speaking to him?
luckily and unlucky for you, your question was about to be answered.
•••
“hurry up!”
chris ignored matt’s words, slamming the passenger door shut as he ran towards the front door of the house that held you, his older brother and apparently his competition.
it took less than a minute for him to find nick. the elder triplet stood out regardless of where he was or what he was doing. so once he found him chris immediately pushed through the group of people that surrounded him and demanded that he went to go meet matt back at the car.
nick gave no protests, commenting how everyone there was lame, much to chris’ luck.
finding you was a little harder but thanks to the video of one of his mutual followers, he was able to find the vase from the video in the house he was in.
despite his mood, chris’ eyes softened slightly at the sight of your bright smile until he realized it wasn’t him that you were smiling at.
approaching you, he didn’t dare give a glance at the boy in front of you,
“we’re leaving. let’s go.”
“woah. what?” you turned in confusion, your y/e/c landing on him. “chris, what are you doing here?”
“let’s go.”
he seemed desperate to leave. you didn’t know why he showed up but you couldn’t help but be concerned.
“okay. let me find nick.”
“he’s in the car.” he said, “let’s go.”
“okay! can you relax?”
“yeah, dude. chill.”
chris’ jaw clenched, “don’t fucking talk to me.”
“chris—”
“can we leave?”
“yes, okay. go.” you ushered him away, quickly turning to the guy you were previously speaking to, “i’m so sorry.”
•••
“are you good?” you asked chris the second you exited the loud house.
“no, i’m not. why were you talking to him?”
“i was making a friend, chris.” you chuckled awkwardly.
“a friend? didn’t seem like that to me. i mean, you’re in the back of someone’s instagram story laughing your ass off like he’s the funniest person alive. what’s that about?”
you’ve never been so confused in your life. just a few hours ago, he was telling you how he wanted nothing to do with you. and now he was getting upset because you were talking to someone? it made no sense.
“chris—“
“i don’t want talking to him anymore.”
“excuse me?”
it seemed as though chris realized how ridiculous his request was but didn’t speak on it.
“where do you get off on telling me what to do? who the hell do you think you are?”
he didn’t say anything.
“you didn’t give a shit about me or what i had going on literally four hours ago and now you suddenly care? why?”
“because—” he stopped himself.
“because? because what, chris? please enlighten me. because gods knows i deserve to understand your reasoning for treating me like shit for the last two years i’ve known you!”
“because i love you!”
you let out a breath, “what?”
“because- because i don’t want to see you with anyone else. because i want to be the person you’re happy with and the person you hate and the person you think about every second of everyday.” he rambled out, “because that’s what you are for me and god, yn, it’s so frustrating having to see you everyday and not have single idea how to tell you how i feel.”
chris was nearly shouting at this point, but he didn’t care. he was finally getting everything off his chest.
“i treated you like shit because having you simply look at me, even if it was in anger or disgust was the highlight of my day. i’ll admit it wasn’t the best idea i’ve ever had but i didn’t care because at least i had your attention.”
“why didn’t you say anything before?“ was the first thing you asked when he finished.
“i didn’t think you’d care.” he scoffed, “i’ve heard your conversations with nick about your celebrity crushes, i know i’m not your type.”
you couldn’t stop the chuckle that fell from you lips, “thats a celebrity crush, chris. i’m never going to meet or see any of those people ever. that means nothing to me.”
he watched you step closer to him.
“a simple ‘i like you’ would have done you wonders. you didn’t have to make matt drive thirty minutes to tell me how you feel.”
he inhaled sharply, his words caught up in his throat as your hand made contact with his cheek.
“if it makes you feel any better…i’m glad you told me how you feel.”
“yeah?”
you nodded, a breathy chuckle leaving your lips, “yeah.”
his eyes darted back and forth between yours, while you focused on his lips.
“can i kiss you, chris?”
“please.”
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Hi jade I have a hotch request! But u can do with any of the other boys too if you prefer! It's a bit personal but a few years ago someone kissed and then groped me without my consent and now I'm too anxious to kiss anyone even when it's someone I like :( would be willing to write a cute lil hotch comfort fic where may be he goes to kiss reader and she seizes up and just hotch being so patient but also angry on her behalf
Hotch sees you, and he gets this unshakeable happiness that starts in his hands and moves its way through him. He feels young, like he could take you dancing, or send you drinks from across the bar.
You might accept them. You’re smiling at him from around the stem of a cherry, the corners of your eyes crushed together in a dark smudge of lashes. He waits a beat before taking the stem and pulling against your lips, where it snaps. This is hilarious to you —you giggle infectiously behind your hand, turning away from him and back again, almost like you’d wanted to do something and thought better of it.
He’s doing that all the time lately. He wants to kiss you more than anything, feel the bubble of your laughter on his lips, and taste the sweetness of your drink where it lingers. Your mouth is stained black cherry as you swallow, and touch his arm in thanks.
Now, he thinks to himself carefully, is the time. There’s no better time to kiss you than this. You’ve said yes to the date, teased him in the car about his being the nervous one, and you’re smiling at him with that slight sparkle of excitement. He assumes it to be an invitation, and it’s his mistake.
Hotch takes your cheek into his hand, too focused on remembering how it feels to want to kiss someone to realise the look on your face until you’re turning into his hand. Not just turning, hiding, angling your shoulder away from him, and then pulling away from his hand completely.
Hotch thinks, oh. Thinks, fuck. Thinks he should’ve asked first, because now you’re trembling, the most minute of shakes wracking your arm where it’s still on the bar, your fingers white wrapped around your glass. He caught you off guard. He’s missed something big.
Hotch drops his hand from your face. For a moment, there’s a raw quiet between you, like you’re trying to decide who should talk first but neither is brave enough to actually decide.
He knows this might be wrong again, but he touches your arm, resting his fingers flat and gentle against your skin. Slowly, he rubs a line over your skin and the fine hairs on your wrist. “What’s wrong?” he asks quietly. It can’t be about him. Hotch is confident in his ability to profile emotion even if he’s messed this up, so he knows it’s not necessarily him. You’re upset. “Are you okay?”
“Fine.”
“I’m sorry,” he apologises without reluctance. Even if your reaction isn’t purely from his action, it is him who spurred it on.
You touch his wrist with your pinky finger. He doesn’t know if it’s purposeful or accidental.
“Honey, are you alright? You’re shaking.”
You don’t talk for a while. He can almost see you putting your words together, blushed lips parting before you speak. “A few months ago, this man I’d never met kissed me, and then he grabbed me. I mean, he groped me,” —you mumble the last part, eyes steadfast on his chest— “so I don’t think you’re gonna do that to me, but I get stressed out sometimes.”
“You’re anxious it will happen again.”
“It wasn’t fun.”
“No, I wouldn’t think so.”
He cares about you beyond wanting to kiss you, and hearing someone’s hurt you makes him furious, but it also makes him sorry. He has to tamp down the urge to hug you. He reminds himself to ask.
“Honey, can I hug you?”
“Sorry, I’m being awkward,” you say. He shakes his head. You take a half step forward. “Please.”
Hotch is careful to hug you kindly. No squeezing or rough hands, just a hug. “I’m sorry for trying to kiss you without asking. I thought you… I read the situation wrongly.”
“No, Hotch, I did want you to kiss me. I still do.” You curl your hand at his side. “Sorry. I just need some warning.”
“I can tell you days in advance,” he promises.
“You aren’t mad?”
“Of course not. Not at you… I don’t suppose you know the man who assaulted you?”
You pull away from him ever so slightly, bringing your gaze to his face with a similar shade of tentativeness. “Does it matter?”
“Only if you wanted me to do something about it,” he says. “But otherwise, no, it doesn’t matter. I’m sorry either way. You deserve to be treated with dignity and respect and it’s not fair that that happened to you.”
“Kind of heavy for a first date,” you laugh.
To his relief, it’s a real laugh. He thinks he might’ve said the right thing, and he’s glad for it, his arm still held carefully behind your back, the lights of the bar hot against his neck. This would’ve been an unfortunate time and place to have upset you worse, and to express his regret.
“I really am sorry. Let me know if there’s something I can do.”
You lift up on your toes to kiss his cheek. “Thank you. I’d love another drink, if that’s okay.”
He orders you another cherry vodka sour with extra cherries, and after a warm half an hour in which he tries to prove he can be trusted to treat you gently, you fold your arm behind his back.
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Thirsty Thursday with Lucky Brat Buggy
Summary: Buggy plays a game of Fuck Around and Find Out that he isn't actually ready for. Luckily for him, he fails upwards yet again - when he can't take the repercussions, you soothe him with the declaration he's been dying to hear
A/N: I just wanna break Buggy and then put him back together again. Also, my kink is finding out love is reciprocated during sex so this happened 🤡 This was one of the attempts at a part of Switching Up Roles that went in a wildly different direction than I wanted for that request. I liked where it was headed though, so I rewrote it and made it its own thing
Word Count: ~2.1k
Warnings: afab!reader (no pronouns or gendered terms), NSFW, both are mentioned as switches but this has sub!Buggy and dom!reader, dirty talk, p in v, beggy Buggy, creampie, claiming/possessive sex, brief brat taming, healing insecurity with Pussy Power
Enjoy, my beloved freaks ~(=ↀωↀ=)~
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Buggy is being a brat. Not just his usual teasing and toying that’s a part of his charm. No, he’d decided that he wants to try being a brat where the “b” is for “bitch” and he’s bringing it into the bedroom. He’s telling you that you’re “too slow” or he’ll “never cum like this”. It’s pissing you off even though you know it’s all lies and you know that that’s exactly what he wants. It’s easy to see his game because all those insults come out between satisfied moans and his body (that’s totally not going to cum) is sparking at your touch like a live wire. It’s easy to see because it’s been your game to play for him before too. Unlike him, however, you’re good at keeping your head enough to know when he wants you to back off. He’s even had the gall to try out demanding things from you, when he was the one who’s been asking you to be in charge through this mood of his.
At first this obvious game of his was cute, but recently he’s acting like he wants you to snap, even though he knows hard-domming pushes your comfort zone. Buggy would never want to actually cross a boundary with you, but he was certainly dodging the non-verbal warnings you’ve been putting up to tell him he’s sprinting towards one right now. You’re usually good at taming him, proven by the absolute wreck he is right now, but somehow he’s still saying snide shit to push your buttons. When he puts in the effort to taunt, “Can’t do any better?” with a self-satisfied smirk, you decide you’re done.
“Fine. You do the work,” you order, voice stiff and angry. You flip off of him and onto your back and Buggy follows only half a breath behind. His movements are fumbling and desperate as he reclaims his spot between your thighs and immediately pushes back in. He shudders from the relief of being back inside you. He looks at you with wide and nervous eyes, clearly not expecting this to be his punishment. His arms shake as he holds himself up over you and his hips make slow, deep grinds into you, punctuated by the little shakes that keep running through his body. The panic of losing control of the situation he created, while also being forced to perform in that circumstance, has finally broken that stubborn streak. And, oh, does he fold so beautifully under the stress.
“Please. Please, please, need you to do it. Need you to make me feel good - you make me feel so goooood.” Buggy can’t control his voice, one moment it was a breathy grumble and the next a whining sob. His hands clench and unclench in the sheets beside your head as if they are stuck in the motion of pawing at your skin, but he’s too timid to put his hands back on you.
“Oh, baby, you can’t do it yourself?” you coo condescendingly, placing your hands on his cheeks to help center his gaze on yours. It works for one blissful second, where you get to witness how hazy those gorgeous sea green eyes are, before he shuts them and leans his face into one hand. Buggy turns and peppers it in eager, pleading kisses. Tingles shoot from your palm where you feel his stubble and his hot puffs of breath.
“No. No. Need you,” he gasps between ongoing kisses. Your other hand trailing back to thread in his hair distracts him for a second before he’s back to his insistent kissing, huffing, grinding, trembling. The hand in his hair becomes a tight fist, stilling only his kissing and directing his attention back to your face. His hips only become more insistent.
“And do you deserve to be fucked, my sweet little toy?” You prod. Even though your tone is light and teasing, all his movements come to a stop. You don’t even think he’s breathing anymore. His eyes become a kind of tearful you aren’t fond of and he begins to curl in on himself. You act quickly.
“Ah ah ah, sweet thing,” you breathe out. The words go to him in the gentlest tone you’ve ever gifted to anyone. Your hands are back on those warm, stubbly cheeks. “It’s okay, sweet star, you’re okay. If you can’t answer, I’ll answer for you.”
You flip the both of you over again smoothly, the hand you’d used to tug his hair now cradling the back of his head. Buggy loosens up a little, feeling safe and guarded underneath you. You get up on hands and knees and crawl forwards, leading him backwards up the bed, until his upper body is cushioned amongst the pillows piled against the headboard. Settling back on his lap, you begin grinding gently on his cock. Instead of taking it back in, you keep it hugged tight between his stomach and your cunt, where it slides between your sopping lips and rubs at your clit. You’re happy to see that even with the lowered intensity in touch, Buggy is still filled with pleasure and tingling, unable to slow his breath.
“You belong in my bed, getting fucked by me,” you tell him sternly. Buggy nods along like the good boy he is. “You’re the only one I let in my cunt.” He can’t hold in his whimper. Your smooth grinding continues, but now he can’t handle being denied that promise of being inside you.
“Please,” he begs, pressing his hips upward in the only way he can think to let you know what he wants. One hand leaves his face to move behind you and tease over his sensitive balls. Your next grind forward lines his head up at your entrance, one skilled finger props his cock steady, and you slide back on the whole length of his cock, dragging your clit along his happy trail as you go, all without breaking the pace of your hips. Buggy moans loud and sinks deeper into the pillows in relief.
Your hand moves back to his face again and begins brushing away all the stray hairs clinging to his sweaty, spitty, teary face to join the mess of blue sweeping out around him. The tenderness of it has more whimpers breaking out of Buggy, while he turns to follow your touch.
“Only you can make me feel good,” you promise him, starting to add more weight to your movements. “Only wanna see your pretty face. Only your body and that perfect cock feel so good to touch, make me cum so hard.” You clench around him to emphasize your words, earning a warbly “-hah- fuh-s’good”.
Between admiring the details of his face and aiming the fat head of his cock to prod from g-spot to cervix, you start to get distracted. All the details your body is receiving - the contrast between the texture of sheets and Buggy’s burning skin, the scratch of short nails appearing and disappearing as he gropes your thighs and hips and stomach, the musk of sex mingling with the ambience of blown out candles, aging maps, and wet wood - all of it is flooding your brain and making each sensation better, making everything feel so much. Another sweet plea from Buggy recenters you.
Your hips start to bounce and each impact pulls the feeling of being stretched open on Buggy’s thick cock all the way to press through your hips, making your bones feel like they're being spread wider. “Gods, your cock is so good, makes me so full,” you moan, making Buggy throb with the need to cum. He scrunches his eyes closed and throws his head back to reel himself in. You take advantage of the opening and begin sucking more red marks on his throat. He trembles at the wet stripe you lick up his neck. You spend a moment nibbling his ear before trailing kissing along his sharp jaw. When you reach his open mouth, you capture him in a ravenous kiss.
The way you kiss him is greedy and possessive, full of tongue and teeth, and Buggy matches you with eagerness and fervor. He happily lets you steal every breath from his lungs. Both of you get lost in the mirrored sloppy heat between your open mouths and clapping hips. Neither of you can grab enough of the other, you gripping at soft hair and bobbing throat and him holding onto working muscle and bouncing skin.
When you take a short moment to pull only an inch away, you growl at him, “You think anyone else is good enough to kiss me?” Your lips are immediately back on his, but he manages to sneak out many weak “no”s between your working mouths.
“You’re mine, love,” you say, leaving no room for questions. “You’re my love, my sweet man.” Buggy’s head spins from your words, and the insatiable tone of your voice. He feels high from being desired and possessed by you.
“Again,” Buggy sobs. He doesn’t think he’d make it if that was the only time he gets to hear you say it.
You pull his hands from your thighs to entwine your fingers and press them into the pillows beside his head. Staring into his eyes, you repeat, “You’re my love.”
“More,” he whines and you’d never heard him so needy. It goes straight to your head and your cunt and you’re not gonna last.
“You’re mine-” your body starts to give so you cave over him and let all your words and breath right into his ear. Buggy’s cock is pulsing so heavily in you and you’re amazed he hasn’t cum yet and the way your walls have swollen to make every contour and vein on him pull at you have you losing control of your own voice, each exhale gaining a note of a moan. “-mine and I love you and I -hah- you’re mine, love. Mine, mine, mine-”
Buggy had been desperate to hear you say those words to him from the moment he met you and they have him cumming harder than he has in his entire life. He yelps and grabs your hands so hard it should probably hurt but you can’t feel it; your brain is too full of the feeling of his cum boiling you from the inside out and the sounds of him beginning to chant, “love you, love you, love you” in a broken voice, and you finally cum.
Your orgasm has you looking as pathetic as Buggy with how you shake and gasp out keening moans. For a moment, your mind whites out and you’re not sure if you’re completely numb or feeling everything at once. When a tiny bit of your mind returns, you realize you’re still clenching in strong waves, sparking lights through your skin, and your muscles burn with bliss and you’ve never cum this long and it just won’t stop. Buggy is just as lost below you and he’s sure that he’s run out of anything left to give you but his balls still pound and his cock still twitches and his nerves are so loud they almost ache but he’d scream if something switched the feeling off. Instinct allows both of you little grinds of your hips that help you stay trapped in these roiling waves of pleasure until you can’t handle any more.
The moment you can think again, you’re checking in on Buggy. You cup his face so you can examine and admire him. For a moment you think he’s passed out, but he turns to lean into your hand. You spend a few minutes just breathing together while you caress his face and hair. Buggy studies the feeling of your breaths guiding him, your body weight sheltering him, and your fingertips treasuring him to hoard them away in his memory forever.
When Buggy manages to crack his eyes open, the first thing he does is say, “you love me.” He breathes it out with joyous disbelief, the kind only achieved at the other side of a chase you never thought would end with a catch. You take in his face - flushed pink, covered in tear tracks and smeared makeup, sharpened by his jaw and cheeks and stubble, softened by his hair and lashes and expression - and you’re sure that you’ve never said or heard anything more true. You cover that messy, wonderful face in many, many kisses, making sure quite a few land on your favorite nose in the world, and finish with a long, chaste kiss on his lips.
You smile sweetly and Buggy is positive he’s never seen anything he likes more and that he’d do anything to see it forever.
“Yes,” you promise. “I love you.”
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“Lovin her seems tiring..” part 1
Taggies/ warnings; Pro!HeroKats, cheating, fingering, creampie, blowjob, ridding, cumming, squirting, swearing, mention of sex toys, dirty talk, titty fuck, drinking, drunk messaging, dry humping.
a/n: i had a little to much fun with the Taggies/warnings, lmao!: hello! Tysm for all the damn love! I honestly feel really happy I decided to make an account cuz I’d just go on tumblr and read bkg fics. Some of my favorites have liked Stuffie animals and some followed me, which oml🥹 but i’am really just on here to make people’s day and make some new friends:D enjoy my first 18+ fic and tell me what anime characters or characters I should write abt! Love ya! 🤭🫶🏼
part 2!
You’ve been working with Katsuki Bakugo, aka, the more professional word, “Dynamight” for a few months now. As his pretty little assistant, you have to deal with his bull shitting, make meetings for him, make meeting PLANS with other pro heros, schedule trips for him and his little bitch of a girlfriend, Kira. God you fucking hate her. You don’t really wanna admit that you have a big crush on Dynamight, but only your diary knows that information. But, you get why he chose her. She has the perfect long black silk hair that hangs out with her ass, glossy lips, pretty dark green eyes, slim hourglass figure, and perfect pale skin. But, you also don’t know why the fuck he chose her, because all she does on her free time is spend Bakugos money on stuff she wants. You’re also pretty positive she spent some of his money on a fucking boob job.
You come home to your cute apartment to your cat Loki, stretching on your leg begging to be carried and snuggle up with his favorite human in the world. If you’re feeling in the mood, you’d pick him up and put him on the little bed by the window where he spends most of his time sleeping, when you two get up, sleeping when you’re getting ready for work, and sleeping when you’re at work.
Anyways, you’re in the mood to just sit in your bed, legs spread wide, with your box of toys next to you. head propped up on some pillows while your vibration toy is on your puffy sensitive clit thinking of Bakugo pushing his redish pink angry head through your sensitive folds while you’re moaning his name.
“F-fuck..! C-cant.. f-fucking take i-it! Bak- mh~ Bakugo!” You moan. The white bed sheets turning a light shade of grey.
You take a look down in between your legs to see what just happened. You’ve never squirted before? Usually your clit would just throb. You swipe off hair from your forehead when you hear your phone ringing.
You scramble out of the bed to get to your phone which was across the room.
:caller ID; Dynamight🧡💥:
“Shit!” You whisper yell as you tried to swipe answer.
“Hello? y/n speaking,” you say trying to sound professional and calm since you just fucking squirted.
“Fuckin know who you are.” Bakugo grumbles.
“Sorr-“ Bakugo cuts you off.
“Need ya to schedule a hotel for me and you. Got a fuckin mission in Tokyo and ya need to come with.” He says with an annoyed voice.
“I-“ you get cut off again, but with a girls voice.
“Katsuki! I need more laced bras! Ugh, you’re so cheap! Gimme your card now! And who the fuck are you on call with? Trynna cheat on me while I’m in the same fucking room as you right now?!??”
You’re guessing that’s Kira. God she’s annoying. She’s obviously a fucking gold digger out for his fame and money. You’d be so much better to him unlike his bratty girlfriend.
“I’m on the fuckin phone with my damn assistant brat! I don’t give two fucks if ya need laced ass bras! Leave me the fuck alone woman!” Bakugo yells.
“Make the fuckin reservations tonight.” The last sentence he said before hanging up.
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based on a combo of these asks from earlier in my inbox<3 thinkin of this james!
he would be pining after you for years!! and no matter how many other girls he’s fucked it’s never good enough bc it’s not you. he’s head over heels for you and also so sexually frustrated every time he sees you walking around in a pair of leather pants or a cute little skirt he has to run to the bathroom to get himself (and his dick) to calm down.
one day, after a show, he’s really wound up. he’s all frustrated and angry and he doesn’t really know why, he just knows that all he can really hear is his blood pumping in his ears and his fingers are twitching, curling into fists and then splaying back out again. sweet, adorable you, notice him sitting on his amp, and of course you come over to ask him what’s wrong.
“i dunno, sweetheart, i’m just in a mood today, i guess.” he hangs his head.
“there anything i can do to help you?” james immediately softens, eyes glancing up into yours. even all worked up and sweaty he looks so good, so beautiful.
“i uh… not really.” yes. there is something you can do to help him. let him fuck your brains out. but you’re his best friend. and he can’t ruin that with you as much as he yearns to do so, as hard as it’s getting to resist.
“how bout you come back to where i’m staying after you get all sorted? go shower, come over. i’ll have drinks?” james smiles at you, standing up and nodding. stretching. looks like a plan is a plan.
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james gets one knock at the door before youre swinging it open, embarrassingly excited about seeing james again. your crush on him will doom you for eternity with how much you love him.
“i’ve got beer! your favorite too.”
james smiles at you, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek in which you wrap your arms around him, hugging him close. james lets out a little grunt that immediately leaves his face on fire as he feels you press against his crotch. he hopes you didn’t hear that.
you drag him over to the couch of your hotel room, it being a nice spacious little place. you crack open a beer and hand it to him, then opening and taking a swig of yours. james surveys you. glancing up and down at you from your tiny, tiny top that shows off your tits so nicely. to the little shorts you’re wearing that barely conceal anything. ones you wouldn’t dare wear out of the house but are rather comfortable to lounge in.
and that’s when james realizes he doesn’t know if he’s gonna be able to control himself tonight. you looking like this, all relaxed from the alcohol. he’s embarrassingly hard in his pants, and he crosses his legs as to not draw attention to himself. you’re leaning on him, talking away about miscellaneous things, james nodding along but not really listening. instead thinking of what it would feel like to fuck your tits, play with you til you’re crying. make you pay for all the years he’s spent wasted on other girls when he could been with you.
he gets snapped out of his thoughts when you literally do snap in his face.“james! hellooo? woah, you really are out of it today.”
he can’t take it anymore, he abruptly gets up, blabbering out how he’s gotta get out of here, how he doesn’t wanna do anything he regrets, and then you’re grabbing him by the waist and turning him around before he can reach the doorknob.
“what is it that’s bothering you this much?” you look him up and down, and then you spot the hardon in his jeans. and yeah, now you know what’s been bothering him so much. james groans when he realizes you realized, and covers his face with his hands.
“can i please just lea-“
“you want me to help you with that?” okay. woah. james is paralyzed, mouth moving but no sounds coming out, until you make a move for him, taking your hand and pushing on his hard on, rubbing in slow circles and james’ brain immediately blanks. and then he’s leaning down and kissing you. it’s sloppy, wet, and with too much teeth and tongue but james couldn’t give a fuck. he’s got you. he grabs onto your waist, hoisting you up and dragging you over to the bed, sheets still unmade from when you left in the early morning. james keeps kissing you, fucking your mouth with his tongue and groaning into you.
he only lets up when you push him away for air. whimpering out a little “please, james…” and then he’s kissing and sucking on your neck, tearing your clothes off and not even bothering to unbutton his shirt, just ripping it and hearing buttons go flying.
“you know how fucking crazy you make me” you whine as james cups a hand over your pussy, covered only by thin lacy underwear now. “gonna make you pay for all those nights i haven’t been able to touch you. lay back.” you do exactly as you ask, and james acts on those sinister thoughts from earlier, removing his underwear and straddling your stomach, feeling up your bare breasts. he opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue and letting spit dribble down to the valley between your tits, getting you all wet for him there. he grabs your breasts in his big hands, pushing them together and then he slides his cock in between the little space left, groaning as he starts to fuck your tits.
“holy fuck, you’re such a dream.. look at you. have barely touched you and you’re already gone. stick your tongue out.” you do as you’re told of course. and james slides his cock all the way up until the tip pushes on your tongue on the upstroke. you swirling around the pink tip every time you get a chance. james keeps moaning, saying the filthiest fucking things to you. his thrusts get sloppy.
“fuck, ‘m gonna cum. keep your mouth open. gonna empty myself in between those pretty lips of yours.” james lets go of your tits to shuffle further up your body, jerking himself off quick and tight, before coming with a groan into your waiting mouth. you stay still, letting him do what he wants with you, pushing the droplets of cum that missed back into your mouth.
you’re mewling for stimulation. and james of course will give you anything that you ask. he shuffles down your body, face right in front of your pussy and blowing air on it. making you kick your legs out and squirm. he grabs your thighs to make you stay still, and then licks a stripe up your cunt. your squeal, closing your legs around his head now that he’s let go of him, which he lets you do enthusiastically. you grab at his hair and hump his face, whining and moaning and then screaming when james pushes two fingers into you at the same time he sucks your clit into his mouth.
you’re gonna cum so quick. james can feel it. he won’t let it happen. your moans get more high pitched, and when you start to pulse around him he pulls his fingers out quick. making your legs kick out again and slam down on the bed. crying at being denied. “james..! please!”
“not yet. told you i was gonna make you pay.” james is already hard again. he pushes his fingers back into you and immediately goes back to fucking you relentlessly with them. repeating the cycle of pulling away over and over again.
“tell me you’re sorry for making me wait.”
“fuck james.. ‘m sorry. didn’t know you liked me like that. wanted this f-for so long.. so sorry. wanted you so bad, i’m sssorry!”
“i’m not convinced.” james taunts. pulling out again. tears fall from your eyes. hands gripping the sheets of the bed hard, and you vaguely remember you’re in a hotel room and you’ve got neighbors, but the thought leaves your mind as quick as it came.
“please jamie… wanted it for so long i’m so sorry. i’m sorry. please… fuck me. want your cock so bad. wanna cum. i need you. i’m so ffucking s-sorry!” you’re full on sobbing, mascara running, hand thrown over your eyes as james’ fingers slow again inside you.
you get ready to be denied again, but instead immediately after you feel james’ fingers leave you, you feel something bigger in its place pushing at your entrance. james comes up to lean over you, resting on his forearms above you. pushing in without a word of warning and you wail again.
“ffuck… this pussy is so fucking tight.. oh god. gonna make me cum so quick. you want that? want me to fill you up?” you nod frantically when you realize he’s finally gonna let you get yours after being denied time and time again. bringing your legs up to wrap around his waist as he starts to nudge impossibly deep into you.
“shit.. yeah you do. first i want you to cream all over my cock. think you can do that for me? can feel you squeezing me. so close, aren’t you?”
you are. you really are. james leans down and gives you marks all up your neck, licking and sucking. grinding hard into you, hips pressed against each other. you bring a hand down to rub your clit, and it only takes a few tight circles before you’re gone. your other hand wraps up around his neck, pulling him down so he’s pressing you into the mattress.
“fuck.. there it is baby. that’s it.. f-feels so good. oh..” james keeps thrusting into you, faster, harder, fucking you through your orgasm so he can get his. he pushes your head to the side so he can kiss you, moaning into your mouth as you feel him spill into you with a groan before pulling away from your lips. “auh.. fuck! oh shit…” james leans back on his knees, hips still making tiny jolts in you. he pulls out almost all the way, leaving just the tip in and reaching down to jerk his cock, pushing out the last of his orgasm.
when he pulls out he groans at the sight of you leaking with his cum, reaching down to push it back into you. you whine, grabbing a pillow and holding it to your face. you’re exhausted, thoroughly worn out, but he doesn’t wanna let this be done yet. he’s already twitching again. you’re gonna be in for a rough night.
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can y’all tell i’m ovulating.
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I know you’re already super busy and booked but if you can, Munseong Kim/Ji Yeonwoo fluff and headcanons would be cool. There is little to none on them, please pace yourself I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed.
Hmmm. Let's do... texting habits (ish). And sorry I included my cuties Wangguk and Taehoon too 😊
HTF texting habits hc: Munseong, Yeonwoo, Wangguk, Taehoon
Munseong is a pretty cool and reserved guy, and that shows with his texting habits
He keeps it short and to the point, not a lot of emojis and everything comes across a little deadpan with his replies.
However, he is extremely fast respond back to you and usually within the minute... even if it doesn't warrant a response he'll at least send back a 😄 Sweet boy doesn't want to leave you hanging!
And if he's late to text back (by his standards), he'll always apologise even though you've explained a million times it's fine and you know he's doing his own thing.
Don't expect any memes, or him to react with anything apart from confusion. But you can always expect a good morning or good night.
Whenever he's feeling a bit down, he will read over your old messages and imagine your smile and your face lighting up on the other side.
...Or just call you to hear your voice.
Yeonwoo always makes time for texting you even with his hectic study schedule.
Thinks of it as a little treat, something to look forward to after frying his brain for the last couple hours.
He's always a bit contrite for his late replies too but it doesn't deter you with your double, triple, quadruple+ texting. It brightens his day seeing your name pop up on his phone, even if there are 10+ messages waiting.
Once his study schedule chills out and he makes more time for Kyokushin, he also makes more time for you!
Anything that pops into his head that he thinks you'll like, or that he thinks of saying, he'll just come right out with it.
More often than not it's a cute cat/dog meme or silly fluffy pics.
Occasionally it'll be blurred selfies of him during training. Just a lil hi and a way to say he's thinking of you.
Ah, another pretty reserved one.
Wangguk uses emojis more than you would expect, and is pretty cute with them to be honest. Adds them to provide a bit more context and depth with his responses because he knows how dry he can sound 🥺
Keeps his messages pretty short unless there's something that he is passionate about then he'll just ramble and send a full on essay. Punctuated with another follow up message to say sorry. It's pretty goddamn cute tbh.
Sends you a LOT of pictures. Innocent ones that is. Pictures tell a thousand words and he loves his photography.
Pics to say good morning, good night, thinking of you, thought you would like this. Usually Wangguk isn't in them, which makes any selfies even more special.
Also loves when you respond back in kind, sending him snaps of your day and just you.
Surprisingly, or perhaps not, is extremely clued up with memes or anything slightly unhinged thanks to Gyeoul and her sense of humour. Will send on any to you that makes him chuckle.
Listen if Taehoon wants your attention, he'll let you know. That includes messages and calls at 4am just to fuck with you. Especially when he hears your exasperated sigh and groggy voice. Or even an angry reply to "GO TF TO SLEEP!!" It will never not be funny to him. Maybe that's on you for continuing to respond and pick up all the time.
Cute good morning, good night texts? No chance.
Although he is very good at letting you know where he is, what he's up to. And expects similar from you. It's not that he doesn't trust you, he just wants to know you're safe. A hangover from Dowoon.
And this bastard is also pretty leisurely with his responses. You can be having a full on conversation, responses back within the minute then he leaves you on read for hours.
However, if you do the same then expect a call "why the fuck aren't you answering me." If you miss that, then expect an annoyed Taehoon on your doorstep.
Again, another hangover from Dowoon. His mind just goes to the worst case scenarios.
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Ok ok I got an idea for smth🙈 so basically like y/n is sodapop’s twin sister and we have a thing for dally but we gotta keep it a secret obviously 🤭 but dally also has a thing for us so like we’ll sneak around and stuff and go secret dates😍😍 BUT GUESS WHAT DARRY, SODAPOP AND PONYBOY FIND OUT😱 I’ve had this stuck in my head all day
Btw I love your work so much🙏❤️
↳hey lolita, hey!₊˚✧
➬ dallas winston x curtis!reader
a/n;THANK U SO MUCH ANON OMFG🤍 also, im inlove with this idea.i went overboard..again.
you’ve had a crush on dallas winston for god knows how long.
well—that’s what the gang thought.
in reality, you were just nervous to be around your boyfriend when your relationship can spill at any moment around the gang.
two months you’ve been sneaking out behind your brothers backs to go see dallas.
two whole months of this secret, you’ve basically become a natural at this!
one night, dallas told you to meet him at this cute little bar, the two of you always go there.
nobody would think thee curtis sister would be anywhere near a bar, so, you thought you’d be totally safe!
darry, soda, and ponyboy were fast asleep by 10PM.
so you left at 11, just to make sure!
you left through your window, making sure to leave it open—just a little bit, though. you still had to get home!
when you got out, you ran to the bar to go meet up with dallas.
when you got there he was outside, leaning against the wall, smoking.
you walked up to him and greeted him with a smile,
“hey dal! i’m sorry if you were waitin’ long..”
“it’s fine, doll. come n’ have fun with me, huh? everything’s on me.”
you tilted your head and smiled at the last sentence.
nothing’s ever on dallas, that just means the two of you are gonna have to run when you’re done with whatever you’re gonna do in the bar.
the two of you spent all night, laughing, fake arguing, and kissing. like how normal couples do!
“dallas! do you think other people can’t hear you?”
“when the bar’s this loud, i don’t think people can hear their own thought, y/n!”
by 3AM, you were freaking out.
you never stay out this late, you’re normally home by 1, but never 3AM!
you tugged at dallas’s jacket whilst he spoke to the bar tender, probably trying to get another free drink.
“huh? what’s wrong, y/n?”
“it’s 3AM.”
“…so?”
he asked, his eyes squinting as if he was confused on what you meant.
“are you forgetting who my older brother is?! if he finds out i snuck out, i’ll never be able to leave the house again! let alone sneaking out to see you, dal!”
shit, you’re right.
darry can get quite scary, not even dallas wants to face him when he’s angry.
darry’s big, tuff, and smart.
he ain’t stupid, he could hear you coming in at 3AM.
“shoot…you want me to walk you home? it’s dangerous for a pretty girl like you to go walkin’ home by herself.”
you smiled at the compliment and nodded your head. maybe dallas coming for a walk to your house could calm you down.
well—that’s what you thought. until you notice, three houses before your own, you saw the porch light was on.
you stopped walking and the smile you previously had on your face faded as you let go of dallas’s hand.
“what’s wrong, doll? what happene—oh fuck.”
“you see that?! we ain’t never gonna hear the end of it!”
“you mean YOU ain’t gonna hear the end of it.”
“no i mean we. if i go down, so are you.”
dallas sighed at your stubbornness, he knew once you set your mind on something, you ain’t never changing your mind.
but that’s what he liked about you, so he couldn’t do anything but continue walking you to your house.
he tried to lift the mood with jokes, but you immediately shut them down.
“so, how long you think you’re gonna get grounded for?”
“how long do you think darry’s gonna kick the tar outta ya?”
“jeez okay, just ruin the mood.”
your heart started to beat faster as you took a step towards the stairs.
each step you got closer to the door, the heavier your foot steps felt.
dallas had walked ahead of you to peek inside of the window, and sure enough, two out of your three brothers were sitting there.
sodapop and darry were sitting down, soda on the couch and darry in his recliner.
dallas turned to look at you with a scared face.
even he didn’t want to get a lecture from either one of ‘em, let alone a possible beating.
“what do we do??”
“why are you asking me like i’ve done this before, y/n?”
“because you’re fucking dallas winston! i wouldn’t be surprised if you killed someone!”
the two of you whisper yelled while crouching down, trying to avoid being seen.
dallas shook his head while you started to bite your nails.
“should i just walk in?”
“maybe they already know, doll. they just think you have a crush on me…it ain’t that bad!”
“when they thought i had a crush on you, i got a 30 minute lecture by darry on why i shouldn’t date you.”
“oh. maybe you should’ve listened.”
he joked, shining his famous smile in your direction.
you giggled, elbowing his side as if you were warning him to not joke around like that.
“should we just go in?”
“yeah, we really can’t avoid this.”
“yea… hold my hand, dal. too scary to do it alone.”
dallas’s eyes softened at your request. you showing your vulnerability always made him smile, made him feel tuff, and trustworthy.
like he wasn’t just a hood, that he can be more than that.
he grabbed your hand as the both of you stood up.
you took a deep breath in and opened the door.
darry was the first one to react, he stood up and immediately darted his eyes to you and dallas’s hands being intertwined.
“what the hell do you think you’re doing? you come in here at 3AM, holding dallas’s hand like you’re a couple!”
“holy shit, y/n and dallas are dating?!”
darry turned his head to face sodapop and that immediately shut him up.
“seriously, do you think i’m stupid?”
“c’mon darry…”
“no no, don’t ‘come on, darry,’ me, y/n. what were you and dallas doing?! are you two actually a thing?! what’s with the hand holding?!”
“and if we were..?”
you said, making an awkward face.
darry’s face flashed with anger, but then he took a deep breath in, and out.
“and if you were, i’d kick the tar out of dallas.”
“darry, don’t say that! dallas and y/n are cute!! i’m glad our little girl is growing up!”
you scrunched your face at sodapop, and darry did the same.
you heard dallas chuckle to himself when sodapop said that, too.
“soda, so god help me.”
“yea—i’ll shut up.”
darry took a step closer to you, looking scarily calm.
“answer my question, y/n. what were the two of you doing?”
you looked at dallas and he shrugged back.
he didn’t wanna get in the middle of this, and neither did you.
goddamnit.
“we were hanging out…can i not hang out with dally?”
“no, you can. just, not holding hands that’s for sure.”
he answered, crossing his arms.
you turned to face dallas once again and asked,
“should we just tell ‘em?”
dallas thought for a moment and nodded.
he leaned in and whispered in your ear, if you’d like him to tell them himself.
“well, darry, im uh— i’m datin’ your sister.”
“what.”
“yeah…”
darry’s eyebrows were raised as he slowly turned to look at dallas.
“how long?”
“twoo—ish months?”
“TWO MONTHS, OF SNEAKING AROUND? Y/N CURTIS.”
“darry! i knew you’d react like this, c’mon. just hear me out. i ain’t a child no more! i can take care of myself, plus dal hasn’t done nothin’ to hurt me, ever!”
you shouted, pleading with darry to hear you out, just this once.
you squeezed dallas’s hand tighter for comfort, and he returned it back. he held your hand harder, like he was trying to let you know he was still there.
“please dare, i really like him. just give him a chance, please. that’s all i’m asking.”
you begged your older brother.
darry sighed and looked at dallas,
“if she comes home crying, i’ll kill you. now get to bed, y/n. it’s 3AM.”
he said, waving you off to your room.
sodapop jumped off the couch wirh excitement and rushed to dallas.
that exciting aura faded quickly as he put a hand on dallas’s shoulder.
“if she tells me ANYTHING bad about you, i’ll make sure you can’t eat any solid foods for a month, dal.”
dallas’s eyes widened before laughing.
“yeah right, soda.”
“AYE, I CAN BE INTIMIDATING TOO!”
“can you?”
you laughed to yourself as you entered your room.
you were about to close your eyes when you heard your door open.
you looked up and saw ponyboy with his face scrunched up.
“dallas? seriously? you couldn’t pick anyone else, y/n?”
you smiled at your younger brothers frustration.
“cherry valance, really?”
“HEY THAT’S DIFFERENT!!”
“no it ain’t!”
may 28th, 2023. 9:20PM
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Heartache
Hobie Brown x gn!reader
Warnings: break up, angst, pretty peaceful break up
A/N: this was asked for on ao3 and in the comments so here it finally is! The bad ending :) Also in case you're interested, this is kind of what I imagine the spider totem looking like. It is an etsy link and it's so cute I really want it
Preface | Good
It's been months since Hobie dumped you. You tried to move on, but it was difficult. You had a box of his things to give back, but yet you couldn't part with some of them. The feeling and smell of his hoodies were a comfort, but you knew you had to give them back. Hobie hadn't spoken to you since that night. You texted to ask when and where he'd pick up his things, but got no answer. You missed him. you weren't sleeping, your eating schedule was also messed up. But you didn't blame him or yourself. Sometimes things are just destined to fall apart.
You hear his car outside, which comes as a surprise. He’s never come back here before. The knock on your door echoes throughout the house, sending goosebumps down your body. You approach the door, heart in your throat, and open it slowly, finding Hobie. His face is guarded, eyes downcast, his usual smirk replaced with a tense expression. He holds his keys in one hand, a duffel bag in the other, and your hoodie, freshly laundered. You can smell the detergent, but it doesn’t get rid of his unique scent.
"I'm guessing you're here for you things...?" You ask softly, not expecting him to come here. You step aside for him to come in.
"We need to talk," he says, stepping inside slowly. You’re not sure if you like this new serious vibe of his. It’s almost as if he’s a bit... frightened? He’s always been so sure of himself that seeing this side of him almost makes him feel like a stranger. He shifts his weight nervously and looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to respond or say something first.
"Okay...?" You mumble, closing the door behind him. You turn to face him, waiting for him to continue. He stares at you for a moment, biting his lower lip unconsciously before he speaks again.
"I miss you." It’s simple, blunt, and leaves you speechless at first. You know you’ve missed him too. He must have noticed that you hadn’t responded to his texts. "It hurts to be without you... And the more I think about it, the more I realize that you’re important to me." He takes a deep breath, looking down at his jeans for a moment before he looks up. "I don’t want to lose you."
You tug on your clothes anxiously, having not slept well since he dumped you and eating less. "You should've thought of that before you dumped me... And said all those things."
"I know… I’m sorry, Y/N. Fuck... I really am." He takes a deep breath before continuing. "I made a mistake, okay? I’m here to fix it. Let’s just start from the beginning, we don’t have to go any further than that. Just, please… give me another chance."
You’ve never seen him this serious before, the gravity of his actions seem to have finally hit him. The usual arrogance he exudes is completely gone, instead replaced with humility, and his eyes are softer than you’ve ever seen them. It’s almost hard to be angry at him—he looks so vulnerable.
"Hobie..." You shake your head and step away, your back against the door. "You-You can't just expect me to welcome you with open arms. You hurt me... Badly..."
"I understand I hurt you. Please, just… let me make it up to you." He continues. “I don’t want anyone else. I want you, Y/N.” His eyes are filled with emotion, raw and vulnerable. Everything inside of him aches knowing that he could lose you because of his stupidity. He reaches out towards you, his hand outstretched, and his gaze is desperate. "What do I have to do to prove to you how much you mean to me, Y/N?" He asks, his voice breaking slightly.
"If you actually wanted to change and try again, you have to do it yourself." You don't move away from his outstretched hand. "I'm not going to tell you how to fix things, you have to do it because I tried... So many times..."
"Fine..." Hobie reaches into his hoodie and pulls out the spider totem. He holds the smooth, almost metallic surface in front of both of you. "I'm not just going to say I care about you - I'm going to show you" He says, staring down at the totem in his palm. After a moment of consideration, he opens his palm up and holds it out to you. "Y/N, I'm giving you my totem... I want you to have it."
"Hobie, I gave that to you." You shake your head, pushing his hand away. "I can't take it, it's yours."
"It was always meant for you." He pauses as he looks at you, waiting for you to accept the totem. "I don't want you to think of this as a romantic gesture or an attempt at a grand gesture. This isn't about me trying to woo you or impress you. I'm doing this because this totem means more to me than anything else. Please take it."
"Hobie, it's meant for you. I don't want gifts." You answer, closing his fingers over the totem. Hobie shakes his head and grabs your hand. "I can't take this."
"I want you to have it." He smiles and places the totem in your palm. "You've done so much for me, Y/N... I'm giving you a piece of me. I'm not giving it to anyone else." Hobie closes your fingers around the totem like you'd done to him just seconds ago. "There's one more thing I want you to do for me though." His voice is quiet, nervous almost.
"What's that?" You ask, focusing on your closed hand to avoid his eyes.
"Keep it safe. You can keep it in your pocket, on a necklace, I don't care. Just... Promise you'll keep it safe." He pauses for a moment then steps forward, placing his hands on your cheeks. "I don't just want to repair our relationship, I want this to be better than it was before." He says, tilting your head up so he can look into your eyes. "I don't want a second chance, Y/N. I want a future with you."
"It's probably best if you leave now..." You clear your throat and avert your eyes. His smile fades slightly, but he doesn't stop looking at you. Hobie's gaze flickers to where his palm is still over yours.
"This isn't a romantic gesture, I don't want you to feel pressured to forgive me. I just wanted you to know that I'm here, that I'm not going anywhere." He smiles again, his gaze soft and sweet. For the first time in a long time, he isn't flirting with you or using his usual swagger. He's here as Hobie, not Spider-Man or whatever alter ego he wants to use. "I'll see you later, Y/N..." He mumbles finally, pressing a small kiss to your forehead.
Then he's gone.
#hobie x you#hobie brown x reader#hobie spiderverse#hobie brown#hobie my beloved#hobie x reader#atsv hobie#sony spiderverse#spider man: across the spider verse#spiderpunk#beyond the spiderverse#spiderverse#across the spiderverse#into the spider verse#spider punk#spiderpunk x reader#spiderpunk x y/n#spiderpunk x you#spiderman x you#spiderman x reader#spiderman x y/n
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Titans x Male reader
Dick: Every time I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.
Kory: Okay, but what is updog?
Rachel : Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.
Gar: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.
Jason: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.
M/N: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.
Dick: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.
Gar: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.
Rachel : No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.
Kory: What’s a henway??
Dick: Oh, about five pounds.
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Dick: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.
Kory: What if it bites me and it dies!?
Rachel : Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Kory, learn to listen.
Gar: What if it bites itself and I die?
Jason: That’s voodoo.
M/N: What if it bites me and someone else dies?
Kory: That’s correlation, not causation.
Gar: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?
Jason: That’s kinky.
Dick: Oh my God.
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Dick: I CAN'T DO IT!
Kory, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!
Dick: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE
Rachel, saw them walking in: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.
Dick:
Dick: I appreciate it,
Dick: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-
Gar, was the man in the chair: Dick-
Dick: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!
Gar: Dick we gotta-
Dick: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.
Dick: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'
Dick, motioning to M/N and Jason covered in blood, standing in his room’s doorway like the shinning twins: NOT FUCKING THIS
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*Jason is cooking*
M/N: Any chance that’s for me?
Jason: It’s for Gar. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side.
Kory, preparing the med bay: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.
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M/N: I just ended a two year relationship.
Jason: Oh, fuck. You good?
M/N: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship.
*Gar and Rachel fighting from across the room*
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Jason: Do you think different paints have different tastes?
Gar: They do.
M/N: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?
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Jason: Come on, I wasn't that drunk last night.
Gar: You were flirting with M/N.
Jason: So what? He’s my boyfriend .
Gar: You asked him if he was single.
Jason:
Gar: And then you cried when he said he wasn’t.
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Jason: What if mayonnaise came in cans?
M/N: Well, that would suck because you can't microwave metal.
Gar: DICK!!! M/N AND JASON ARE BEING WEIRD AGAIN
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Gar, trying a new recipie: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste
Jason, being a bastard: We got spring water
Gar: NO.
M/N, bastard^2 : with EXTRA minerals
Jason: it's like licking a stalagmite
Gar: DON'T COME HOME.
M/N: Mmmmm cave water
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Gar: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY-
M/N: Awwww, you're so adorable! Give me a hug~
Gar: Wh- What? NO, YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH-
Jason, recording: This is so cute.
GUYS!! I just rewatched Titans after a yearrrr and I swear to god idk why Gar is so underrated. He has such a great character arc and he is absolutely HILARIOUS. also I just realised he became like all the male role models he had in his life, like when he used to live with the Doom Patrol, Larry and Cliff were the primary caretakers, they would make the food and give emotional support and then Dick, he was basically a dad to him and Rachel
#dc#dc x reader#dc x y/n#dick grayson#x reader#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x male reader#garfield logan#beast boy#rachel roth#koriand'r#hbo titans#titans x reader
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⁾“why don’t we film it?” With pebble and ivy? I love how you write them, bonus points if they get mount involved in one way or another
I had a bit too much fun with this and it easily could’ve been 2k if I didn’t force myself to make it short. Also ur such a sweetheart I’m so glad you love them as much as I do
Anyways, pebble buys Ivy a toy that’s as big as mountain, and films him fucking himself with it for the big guy <3
“Its a bit big dont you think?” Ivy muttered, staring at the toy pebble had taken out. It was a simple navy blue dildo, around 10 inches in length and he could barely wrap his hand around it.
“Youll be ok honeysuckle, said you wanted to take him right?” Pebble sat between his legs, rubbing his hand along his thighs to comfort him through the anxiety.
“Yeah but-“
“Well that’s about accurate”
Ivy bit his lip in consideration, stroking the silicone in an effort to adjust himself to the thought of having something so large in him. The idea alone was mouth watering, at least when it was whispered in his ear as pebble fucked him, but seeing it in front of him? That was a different story.
“Imagine mountains face when I get to brag about you fucking yourself with your new toy just to prepare for him” pebble smiles, leaning down to give Ivy a small kiss in an attempt to ease his worries.
“You’re gonna tell him?”
“Of course, I’ll take any excuse to talk about you, especially if I get to show you off”
Ivy blushes, looking back down. It’s always endearing to pebble how shy he gets when he’s treated so sweetly, even though pebble takes any opportunity to spoil him, it never gets old.
“Show me off?” Ivy asks, confusion in his voice.
“Thought we could film it, send it to him, get him real worked up” pebble explains, “save a copy for myself for when you’re not around” a small noise comes from ivys throat at the implication. He should be used to pebble saying such things, but they never fail to daze him.
“Just me?” Ivy asks
“Just you, but say the word and we will stop, I want you to be comfortable”
He nods and pebble slides off the bed to grab his phone while Ivy undresses himself. Instinctually he holds his legs close to him, hands in his lap to cover himself as pebble decides what position he wants to film him in.
“So I just ..”
“Touch yourself like I’d touch you sweet pea, stretch yourself out”
Ivy hesitates, swallowing thickly as he stares at the phone in pebbles hand. His thighs move apart just enough for him to slide his hand down between them to tease at his hole, rubbing one finger around the rim as it twitches.
“Open those pretty legs, wanna see you properly”
He opens his thighs a bit wider, ever obedient. One knee hiked up for better access, the other moved to the side for pebble to capture on his phone. Ivy inserts a finger into himself, sliding it in and out with ease before nestling a second one beside it.
It’s only a slight stretch. Pebbles fingers are thicker than his, a bit shorter but open him up nicely. He tries to think of pebbles hands working him open as he fingers himself, scissoring and curling them deep for a bit of stimulation to keep his brain buzzing.
His cock lays on his stomach, leaking pre cum down his stomach. Cute and flushed, angry red at the tip. He's always been a bit easy, much to his dismay. Just seeing pebble palm himself through his pants at the sight of him touching himself.
A third finger fits snuggly next to the other two, a slight burn but otherwise nice stretch that has him keening into his unoccupied arm.
“Let him hear how pretty you sound” pebble speaks again after a while of just watching. Ivy obeys, taking his arm away as another whimper escapes his mouth. He gets more desperate with every pump of his fingers, each pass making him debate shoving the toy inside him already even if he’s not prepared.
“Can I have it now? Can I put his cock in me please?” Pebble shouldn't be surprised that Ivy asked so obediently but it always does something to him to hear him talk so dirty without being prompted. His hair is disheveled, his chest and face are red with need and honestly it would be cruel to deny him what he wants in such a state.
“Fuck, yeah fuck yourself for him sweet pea, ruin yourself for mountain”
The toy sinks in slowly, a harsh feeling compared to his skinny fingers but the pain is fucking delicious. Ivy moans, throwing his head back into the pillows letting himself adjust to its size. He feels full, stuffed to the brim, his eyes practically crossed when he reaches down to grab the base of it to start pulling it out.
Ivy cries out when he slams it back into himself. High and wavering, he pants repeating the same motion slowly.
“Such a little porn star aren’t you? Seem to like fucking yourself on camera, maybe I should make you do this more often, know a couple ghouls who would love to see you like this”
Ivy whines, picking up the pace. He arches off the bed, shoving the dildo inside of himself over and over as his legs shake with pleasure.
“Close, gonna cum-“ Ivy pants out
“Cum around mountains cock baby”
#oh fuck it’s fucking 5 am#I !! got carried away as usual!#tell me to go to bed OH MY GOD 😭😭😭#I hope you like it if you see a mistake no you didn’t I haven’t slept in days#the band ghost#ghost#nameless ghouls#ghost bc#fanfic#wrath writes#pebble ghoul#ivy ghoul#mountain ghoul
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I have a defense of Jake
I dunno how liked Jake is here as an individual. But people didn’t like the poor guy on YouTube so… I’m here, hello hi 😊 my credentials are: I love Jake and I binged seasons 1 and 2 last week 😊
Jake is characterized as… well… gullible. Too trusting and too sensitive. But is that fair? … Yes 😓 I like Jake. But yes 😊 BUT! Okay, but >_> Jake… went through A LOT on Disventure Camp and before it. Before the show he said he recently ended a toxic relationship. And DURING the show, he lost his grandmother, who he really loved and cared, while he was on a reality show. He couldn’t see her, he couldn’t say goodbye >_<
THEN, a couple episodes, if not the next episode I don’t remember, later, he finds out his best friend, and crush, was lying to him the whole game. He’s already messed up emotionally from his grandmother passing, now this? Of course the guys gonna lash out >_>
Now, the part I think people were ACTUALLY upset at him about, The Ellie Thing, which extends into The Tom Thing. Now, listen. We saw Jake and Ellie bonding from the day Ellie transferred to the Teal Team. They became good friends. You can say what you want about him, but you can’t say he’s not loyal. he was loyal to the guys alliance with Dan and Tom, he was loyal to Miriam, and he WAS loyal to Ellie. I think it’s… fairly reasonable to expect the same loyalty in return.
Now, yes, it’s a game. But Jake never treated it as such. He forged GENUINE connections. With Miriam, with Tom of course, and, he thought, with Ellie. So, when his Good Friend Ellie tells him he overheard Tom saying horrible things, he doesn’t want to believe it. But he also doesn’t want to believe his Good Friend Ellie would blatantly lie to his face. And, let’s not forget, he did TRY to talk to Tom, but Ellie would NOT let him. Immediately after Ellie said her lie he said ‘I should go talk to Tom and get his side.’ but she shuts it down and feeds more to him. Now, again, was he being gullible? Yes 😊 that’s not the argument here, that he’s not gullible >_> the ARGUMENT is… the guy was FUCKED up from episode 5 all the way up until his elimination
Now time for ✨The Tom Thing✨ I would like to start this by saying… I legitimately love Jake and Tom as a couple. And I hope they get back together in All Stars. Call me delusional if you want, I don’t care 😊. With that saaaaid… Yeah Jake and Tom were uh… a little messy. To put it lightly. They started off as friends, and as the show went on they started flirting and they started to develop feelings for each other. Very cute :3 But the problems start when Jake finds out Tom was lying to him about being a spy and why he was even there. Now, you’re on tumblr. Chances are you have mental illness 😊 /j. Tell me you wouldn’t ALSO go down Jake’s train of thought? … Exactly, I would too >_>
We find out that due to Jake and Tom’s argument being uploaded to the internet, Tom was fired from his job. Jake immediately apologizes, or tries to, but is pushed away. Literally. Later that same episode they get to talk properly and Jake DOES apologize and promise to be better. Tom apologizes too and they promise to be better with communicating with each other. In the spirit of that, Tom tells Jake the real reason he was on the show, and his job, takes off his mask, he confesses he’s ashamed of his scars. Jake says he thinks Tom looks good and then they kiss, starting their relationship properly. Yay happy ending :3
… I wish >_> THEN, the aforementioned Ellie Thing happens. And, again, Jake, to his credit, DOES try to talk to Tom right up to the end but is always cockblocked by Ellie. Fiore and Alec, mostly Fiore, enact their own plan of exposing Ellie and making Tom use his Immunity Totem incorrectly on Jake which causes him to go home, with Tom blaming Jake for it because he believed Ellie and ‘didn’t try to hear his side’, when Jake did try >_>, but Tom was angry, I get it. On his way out, he yells at Jake to never talk to him again. If it seems like the official launch of their relationship didn’t last long it’s because it didn’t 😓 but not in a queer baity way, I don’t think.
Anyway, in conclusion: I love Jake. His character was genuinely interesting and sympathetic to me. Especially his storyline with Miriam, those were my favorite parts to see ☺️ Was Jake perfect? No. Did he make mistakes? Yes. Will he fix these mistakes in All Stars? He better >_> depending on how much time has passed between these seasons he really could have worked on himself, maybe even started therapy ☺️ I want the best for Jake and I want the best for Tom and I want the best for the both of them together because I love them together >_>
#Disventure Camp#Jake (Disventure Camp)#Tom (Disventure Camp)#Jaketom#Tomjake#Disventure Camp Season 1#Analysis#I guess 😶#siddy rambles#siddy rants#I love Tomjake#but it’s not my favorite DC ship#That honor goes to Jaiden 😊#I DID think that Jake’s grandma was a reference at first.#to a certain infamous Survivor moment.#I quickly realized it wasn’t and it hit me like a trick >_>
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Investment
Jotaro x reader
Words: 1938
Authors Note: Ok so I posted this on my Ao3, but then I decided I wanted to post it on my Tumblr too, so here’s me breaking my inactivity to do this. I initially had Rohan in mind for this one, but then I was going through a Jotaro phase so it became a Jotaro fic instead. Enjoy.
You both walked back from dinner to your apartment. At this point, the sky was devoid of most light, save for the growing ambient glow of the moon. Walking alongside him, his arms swung back and forth, and his eyes searched your face.
“Are you mad at me?”
You fought to not roll your eyes.
“No, it’s fine.”
“My mom always told me that meant the person was actually angry”
“Well did your mommy forget to tell you you should compliment your girlfriend more?”
“What do you mean?”
You stopped walking and looked at him, his eyes conveying a genuine lack of understanding.
“I mean, I spent four hours getting ready, and all I got was a ‘you look pretty’ and then no other acknowledgements of how I looked. You didn’t check me out, you didn’t seem to have refrain yourself from touching me, and not once were you so overwhelmed by my beauty that you had to interrupt me to tell how stunning I am.”
He cocked an eyebrow at you.
“You read too much romance.”
“I know, and I also know it’s kind of silly of me to be this upset. But I put so much effort in, pushed myself so far out of my comfort zone, and felt so confident in myself, so to just get a three word compliment and nothing more kind of hurts.”
“Ya, but why would I have to keep telling you how good you look? You know I think you’re beautiful; I’m dating you.”
“I know you do, but it’s nice to hear it. Look, you probably spent, what, an hour getting ready? Maybe two? But I think I spent the whole night gushing over how cute you looked. Because even though I know you know that I think you’re handsome, I wanted to make sure you knew that I saw the effort you put in to looking nice tonight, which I would like too. To have my efforts feel seen.”
“Well, it’s not like I asked you to spend four hours getting ready. You made that choice on your own.”
You dragged your nails over your face, feeling exasperated at how unrelenting your boyfriend was.
“Look, whatever. I don’t feel like standing here and arguing. Let’s just go.”
You started walking again, your heels returning their attack on the blisters you had developed from a week of practicing walking in them.
“I don’t see how I’m in the wrong, though.”
That was enough to cause you to stall and grind your teeth.
“Jotaro, it’s not about being ‘right’ or ‘wrong’. I already admitted this was a ridiculous thing for me to be upset about, so I can tell you right now I don’t even think I’m ‘right’. But you asked if I was upset, so I told you. I’m just hurt. I mean, how hard would it be for you to say ‘I’m sorry’ and vow to compliment me more than once next time I get dressed up? Apparently too fucking hard, because then you would be ‘wrong’.”
“Ok, fine then. I’m sorry.”
You turned around and started walking, hoping that he wouldn’t see that your eyes were starting to water.
“I don’t want an apology if you have to force it. I’m going home. You should too.”
You hated this. You both were, for the most part, go-with-the-flow people. Hardly ever did you both get worked up, and usually never over such trivial things. So you felt slightly ridiculous while walking away, damn near crying over your boyfriend’s characteristic lack of verbal affection. What did you expect? He was like this when you met him, why would you think he would change.
“I don’t want you to do that. I’m not comfortable with you just walking home alone after dark. We don’t have to talk, just let me walk you home.”
“Fine.”
You continued walking, and heard the constant fall of his feet behind you. He never made any effort to walk beside you. You weren’t sure if that was because he needed space, or if that was his attempt at giving you some.
“You know, walking a few feet behind me makes you look exactly like the kind of creep you were worrying about me encountering.”
He pulled out his creepy voice, a cross between Gollum and a fedora wearing Reddit mod.
“I just think you’re so pretty, I wanted to walk behind you in the hopes of catching a whiff of your delectable pheromones. Mmmm, I’m catching some hints of bergamot, and, mmm, maybe some violet.”
He sniffed deeply and you looked back to see him theatrically scooping the air towards his face. His eyes were closed and his lips pursed.
“Is that a little bit of fart I’m smelling? Did you toot, darling? You know that I love such a sudden and immodest noise.”
You tried to keep the laugh in your chest, let it die there and potentially kill you rather than risk letting him know he made you crack. But you couldn’t hold it in, not when he quoted James Joyce’s greatest work.
“Stop, you sound like a fucking perv.”
But you were laughing and so was he. Until an “ow” escaped your lips and you had to bend down to rub the festering blister, as though that would somehow help it. You heard his footsteps continue until his deep blue shoes came up right next to your shiny black ones.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, these heels are giving me blisters, and my boyfriend didn’t offer me any salve in the form of compliments to ease the pain and make it worthwhile.”
“Maybe I should stop asking that question.”
Right as you were about to crane your neck to glare at him, he bent over to be at eye level with you.
“I’m sorry. And I know you’re still mad at me, but let me carry you home. We don’t have to talk, and you don’t even have to acknowledge me. You can pretend that you’re being carried home by the wind, or a super hot ghost. But please let me help you.”
“Oh, so you’re gonna try to white knight yourself out of this one?”
You rolled your eyes, but wrapped your arms around his neck and let his hand come under your knees, as this was the least he could do for you was this. He stood up like he was carrying a plushie and carried you without complaint. It was silent for a few minutes, until you came under the warm light of a street lamp, where he decided to stop and peer down at you. You looked back at him, waiting for him to explain why the breeze that was carrying you home died out all of the sudden. But he just stood there with a goofy smile on his face, his body twisting back and forth, almost like he was rocking a baby.
“What are you doing?”
“Your face looks really pretty in this lighting.”
“But not in the lighting of the restaurant, right?”
“Nope. Those lights made you look hideous. Now you look alright.”
“Glad the feeling was mutual. I was holding back gags the whole time we were there, because looking at your face just proved to be too much.”
“Ohhh, I thought that was disgust for the food. Well, thank you for the clarification.”
“You’re welcome. I think I would’ve been less disgusted finding a pube hair in my food than looking at your face.”
“Well, I would’ve been less disgusted by the waiter clipping his toenails on the table than looking at your face.”
“I would’ve been less disgusted by the waiter admitting he wanted to have a body pillow made with a fully nude picture of me than looking at yours.”
“I’ll just let him have mine,” Jotaro retorted, again using his creepy voice.
That sent you both into a laughing fit, and you held onto his shoulders a little tighter as he shook from laughter. Coming down from the high of it, he looked at you smiling, his eyes telling you the one thing you wanted to hear all night: that you were beautiful to him, in ways that were easily felt but difficult to explain. But, responding to your needs, he decided to try.
“I love you. And I really do think you’re beautiful, in every lighting. I’m sorry for not telling you that, but I guess I figured you’d already know. But that’s an excuse. Just because you know that you are an angel walking amongst men, that shouldn’t stop me from telling you that. It wouldn’t kill me to tell you how your eyeliner kept drawing me in and I was afraid I was making too much eye contact. And it wouldn't hurt to let you know your dress was driving me crazy all night. And that lipstick is the perfect shade for you. And you smelled so warm, like flowers in the summer. And your skin is so glowy I wanted to hold the candle that was on the table up to your face to see the way the light reflected off of different points of your face, but I didn’t because that would’ve been really weird and probably a fire hazard.”
“Well, you had me until the last part. If you had done that I probably would’ve just taken up with the hypothetical body pillow waiter.”
“And I wouldn’t have blamed you. Honestly, I wouldn't blame you even if you chose him now, because he probably wouldn’t have been a douchey boyfriend and not complemented you. In fact, I think with him you’d be drowning in compliments.”
“Ya, all the wrong kinds.”
“I don’t know, I think a dude telling you you have the perfect voice for a hentai would be a compliment of the highest degree.”
“I think the only degree here is the severity of whatever crime he ends up being convicted of.”
“Well, while he’s in jail could I get a second chance?”
“I guess. He did say this could be a good opportunity for us to explore other options. Personally, I think he’s been cheating on me. I’ve seen him on dating sites before.”
“What, 23andMe?”
You laughed, and in his arms you melted.
“And Ancestry.com. Now take me home, good steed.”
“Neighh, alright.”
It was only a few more minutes until you arrived, but you wanted it to take an hour. After making up, there was a warmth between the two of you, and you didn’t want it to end. You caressed the back of his neck as you held on, and he would, on occasion, look down at you and smile fondly. Soon you made it to your front door, and you felt him grip you just a little more securely, as though he’d hold you forever just to keep you from going. But he eventually let you down, and you went to unlock the front door. Since it was a task that required only muscle memory as opposed to your full attention, you were able to turn your head to look at him, and found him staring down at you, the lovesick smile still engraved on his face.
“You know, you’re more than welcome to spend the night. If you want.”
“And if I want to spend every night thereafter?”
“I wouldn’t blame you, but that’ll require a little more of an investment on your end.”
“The kind that goes on your ring finger?”
“Maybe…”
You turned around and led him into the apartment, while unbeknownst to you he fiddled with the investment contained in the box in his pocket.
#jotaro kujo#kujo jotaro#jotaro x reader#jotaro imagine#jotaro part 4#jotaro part 6#jojos bizarre adventure#jjba#jotaro/reader
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hate IV
summary: maybe being friends with benefits was possible
rating: 18+
words: 4.7k
characters: lewis hamilton x fem!reader
a/n: a touch of angst and fluff but mostly smutty, read the previous part here. also shoutout to @mauvecherie-writes for giving me great advice and writing tips.
days had gone by without hearing from or seeing lewis not that you expected either, the hookups had been circumstantial. you wanted to text him to come over but you were still annoyed by the last time you saw him and the way he fled your flat the morning after, even after discussing it with your best friend you knew you had no right to be bothered but that didn’t stop you from being so.
why hadn’t your friends planned something? you thought, if you were in the same room with him you could gage his vibe was he gonna go back to being super annoying now? you scrolled through hinge again and groaned, the options out there weren’t great and to be honest you were just too lazy, i mean lewis was right there. you decided you were gonna text him, maybe he was busy anyways and you were overthinking this situation for no reason.
y/n: hey, you busy?
you laid on your couch ignoring what was playing on tv as you awaited his text, he might not even reply straight away this is silly you thought. putting your phone down you tried to concentrate on the show you were watching.
lewis: yeah why?
that’s it? no hi you couldn’t help but be annoyed, maybe it was a good thing he was too busy to come over.
y/n: oh i was gonna ask if you wanted to come over but maybe another time
you may’ve been annoyed but you still wanted to fuck him, the things that mouth alone could do…you sighed at the thought. looking at the time you switched off the tv, it was a week night so it was bed time for you. as you were getting ready for bed you received another text from lewis but you didn’t realise, your phone was on sleep mode now - no more notifications. laying in bed reading your buzzer started to go off, wtf!? you assumed it was someone’s guest trying to get into the building you decided to ignore it going back to your book till your buzzer went off again. okay now you wondered who could be at your door at this time, you got out of bed grumbling you almost wanted it to be for you if you were being forced out of bed.
‘who is it!?’
‘it’s me, lewis’ he was hesitant confused by your angry tone.
wtf!? you sighed opening your texts and there was a text from lewis, you really needed to set your do not disturb to a later time you thought to yourself.
lewis: i’m not that busy, i’m coming over
‘oh, okay!’
buzzing him you looked at yourself in the hallway mirror, hair tied up in a ridiculously high bun, face way too shiny from the your skincare routine you felt but at least you were wearing a cute pj set. you frantically
redid your hair into a more cuter bun but your face, it wasn’t too bad you thought lying to yourself but you weren’t going to wipe it off for lewis. then there was a knocking, it didn’t really matter how you looked now. opening the door you were faced with lewis.
‘heey’
you stepped aside letting him in, you felt awkward now he was in front you. was it just you? probably you thought, thinking back to the last time you saw each other you wondered if he’d been playing it over and over again in his mind like you had.
‘is everything okay?’ you were short with him over the intercom and now you were strangely quiet.
‘oh i never saw your last text, so i was in bed almost asleep because i thought you weren’t coming over’ when his face dropped you felt bad, sure you were tired but you still wanted to see him. ‘but you’re here now so you’re gonna have to make me cum before you can leave!’
‘that i will’
pulling off his jacket and shoes, you closed the gap between you both, wrapping your arms around his neck you leaned up kissing him softly. lewis wrapped his arms around you lifting you up kissed you deeply, you wrapped your legs around him all your anxious thoughts melting away and replaced with filthy thoughts of lewis. he his hands squeezing your ass as he walked you back to your room, your pussy already throbbing for lewis. unwrapping yourself from you both made quick work of your ridding yourself of your clothes, would’ve been quicker if you both stopped kissing each other but you just couldn’t resist those lips.
he was on top of you leaving a trail of kisses down your body, he pressed kisses on top of the fading marks he left days earlier he admired his work for a minute, you weren’t his to claim but at least the remnants of your time together was evidenced all over your body.
making his way between your legs, he smiled. ‘tell me y/n, you too tired to let me taste you?’ he pressed soft kisses along your inter thigh, nipping and sucking - he was gonna leave you with even more marks he thought to himself.
‘lewis eat me out already!’ he chuckled at the exasperated sigh you let out, diving straight in he licked a stripe through your folds, you were dripping wet already and he was lapping up every last sweet drop. he went from sucking on your clit, plunging his fingers into your aching hole to circling your clit and all you could was cry out his name.
you wanted to wrap your legs around his head but he had them pinned open, probably for the best you were so overwhelmed who knew how tight you’d lock your legs.
‘fu-ahh-ckk! i’m so close!’ you shuddered as he curled his fingers inside you. his hand on your stomach he could feel you start to tense, he watched as you writhed on the bed curling his fingers again hitting that perfect spot, he studied the way your face contorted and your body writhed with every move he made making note for the next time.
‘cum for me baby’
as he uttered those four words it hit you like a freight train and with lewis not pinning you down anymore you wrapped your legs around him arching your back. your body spasmed with after shocks as lewis continued to devour your pussy his nail digging into your stomach - he was relentless, hands pressed against his head you almost wanted to push him off but the pleasure overwhelmed you.
finally easing off lewis stroked your legs a sign to unfurl from him, he kissed back up your body to his was eye to eye with you. you held his face and pulled him in for a kiss moaning into it as you tasted yourself.
‘i needed that’
‘i am happy to be of service’ he smiled at you in a way that was proud, you couldn’t help but smile at his goofiness.
‘and that you were’ you kissed him softly, brushing his cheek with your thumb. ‘an orgasm is such a nice way to go sleep, i’d let you stay over but i need to be up early for work’
you tapped his chest, a sign to get off you and that he did albeit confused as you got up to go to the bathroom.
‘you gonna call an uber?’
you said it like it was a question but really it was a suggestion. you almost felt bad but you were genuinely tired and what’s wrong with a little payback in the process? i mean really it’s a weekday, you didn’t expect him to know much about you considering you weren’t friends but what did he think you did for work? really he should’ve used his common sense to not come over so late. you composed yourself before you left the bathroom and found lewis with his top back on.
‘it’s gonna be a few minutes’
‘okay cool’
‘you should probs get your shoes and jacket on’
‘you really wanna get rid of me’
you faked a yawn, ‘i’m just so tired, you know i have a 9-5 and it’s already past my bedtime’
‘i’ll remember the next time, even though you messaged me’
‘no next time don’t bother to come over sunday to thursday after 11pm and friday and saturday whenever’
‘should i start scheduling in advance too?’
‘you know that’s a great idea!’
‘you’re definitely doing this to punish me’
you rolled your eyes, he was right but he didn’t need to know that. ‘why would i be punishing you?’
‘because you’re annoying’ but what he really wanted to say was because i hurt you. he could feel you putting this wall up between them, the consequences of the last encounter but you of course you acted casual.
you reached out pulling him from his trousers. ‘and yet you still fuck me’ you traced your fingers down his crotch feeling his bulge.
he narrowed his eye. ‘stop’ he grabbed your wrist to pull you off but he couldn’t you felt too good, you were stood in front of him still naked which god did he find so hot and no you were teasing him. he sighed biting his bottom lip. ‘well you’re the one missing out on multiple orgasms’
all you could was roll your eyes. ‘shut up’
he was weak when it came to you, he grabbed your face kissing you deeply. you were thankful he was wearing sweatpants, grabbing his hard cock thru the material you gave him a good squeeze. it only spurred him, pressing you against the wall harshly. his uber long forgotten his mouth as all over you, you pulled his trousers down, his cock springing free you pulled away from his lips salivating at the sight. he smirked as he followed your eyes down to his cock, you were breathless and biting your lips, your eyes filled with hunger and without much thought you sunk down to your knees.looking up at lewis you gripped his cock taking him whole in your mouth, you needed him now you didn’t have the patience to tease him. swirling your tongue around lewis gripped your hair with one hand and the other against the wall for support. usually so vocal lewis was still processing the way you dropped to your knees and took him whole, no teasing he was trying so hard to not cum already.
‘fuck, you’re such a cock hungry slut aren’t you?’
you nodded humming in agreeance, the vibrations causing lewis to let out a loud groan his grip on your hair tightening. he so badly wanted to cum in your mouth, he didn’t need to fuck your face for you to take him whole and gag you did it all on your own you really were cock hungry but he wanted your cunt even more. pulling you off, you whined leaving your mouth wide open tongue out drooling you thought he was playing with you, waiting for him to thrust back in to your mouth he just took in the sight for a moment, it pained him to not you were so willing and then he noticed your hand in between your legs. so focused on his own pleasure he didn’t even realise you were touching yourself as you blew him.
‘you touching yourself? you can’t wait for me to fuck you? impatient slut’ his voice hoarse and breathless. ‘up’
you obliged his hands still gripping your hair he practically pulled you up, about to lean in for a kiss he tugged you back instead taking your hand and tasting your sweet juices.
‘lewis…please’ he was in control in this moment as you waited for his next move he chuckled, feeling your sense of urgency and want, he was desperate for you too but he couldn’t help toying with you ever so briefly.
‘come on’ he said it so smugly that if you weren’t distracted by lust you would’ve rolled your eyes but instead you practically dragged him back into your room, pushing him onto the bed.
straddling him you sank down onto his cock, he let out a loud groan with his arms wrapping around you and fingers digging into your back.
‘fuck!’
he kissed you roughly and passionately, his cock twitched at how quickly you sank down on him - no teasing, so desperate for him. you trailed kissing up and down his neck and collar bone nipping and sucking along the way.
you were in control now, rocking against him, bouncing up and down. letting you control the pace, his mouth finding your breasts, hands going from gripping your hair to groping your ass to rubbing your clit. the room was filled with the sounds of your pleasure and your bodies slapping together.
he was close now and done letting you control the pace, he grabbed both of your arms behind your back with one hand and the other on your waist he started to thrust up against you.
‘you’re just the perfect hole’
you cried out in pleasure as slammed into you, you were completely at his mercy. he thumbed your clit as he held you down on his cock reaching his peak he let out a noise that could only be described as a cross between a moan and growl as he filled you up with his seed.
‘lewis…’ his name out in a cry, you were beat and a second orgasm wasn’t necessary.
‘come on baby, give me one more’
you held his face kissing him hard and he furiously rubbed your clit, not holding you anymore you bounced up and down his still hard cock but as you lifted all the way off you felt his cum drip out. you pulled away slightly looking down between your bodies.
‘fuck’
he groaned as he watched his cum drip out of you, he never got tired of it and when you slid back down and fuck his cum back into yourself he was sure he was gonna cum again.
it felt so filthy but the look on lewis’s face sent a shiver down your spine and it finally pushed you over the edge, a string of curse words following. you collapsed your head onto this shoulder as you reached your climax, he stroked your back muttering a mix of curse words and sweet nothings into your ear as you clenched around his softening cock. your body was like jelly now lewis gently pulled you off and laid you down as he cleaned himself up before cleaning you up. he grabbed his clothes and yours that had been strewn around, if you weren’t cold you probably would’ve fallen asleep naked so you were thankful when lewis handed you your pjs, you pulled him into bed as he did so not giving him the chance to wonder if he should call an uber again.
he pulled you into his arm, playing with your loose strands of hair, his fingers dancing along your skin. ‘not mad at me anymore?’ his voice was light but teasing.
‘i wasn’t mad at you’ you sounded so meek you didn’t even believe yourself, refusing to make eye contact and looking directly at his chest.
‘sure, so trying to kick me out earlier was what?’ he rolled his eyes, he didn’t believe you one bit but if you didn’t want to tell him the truth he couldn’t do anything about it. you were closed book, hard to read.
‘okay i was a little mad at you’ you admitted, your chest felt tight not wanting to have this conversation.
‘why?’
‘i didn’t like how you left the other morning, it was rude. i thought we were past that.’
‘you’ve been so hot and cold i figured you’d changed your mind once you woke up. sometimes you’re so hard to read, i thought i’d give you an out. i mean even tonight, you play these games…’
you sucked in a breath, the anger bubbling but you bit your tongue catching yourself before you said something you’d regret.
‘fair enough’ you shrugged your shoulders, when you really thought about it he was right. ‘you could’ve said that instead but you know maybe we’re just not destined to be friends’ you joke trying to lighten the mood, ease the lump in your throat.
‘or we could apologise to each other and start on a clean slate?’
you winced, your face twisting into disgust. apologies and you were like oil and water, they didn’t mix.
he chuckled rolling his eyes at your antics. ‘i’m sorry’
you took a deep breath. ‘i’m sorry too’
‘wow i think that’s the first time you’ve ever apologised to me’
‘and now the last time’ he shook his head chuckling as he pulled you into a kiss, he almost rolled on top of you there was unexpected intensity. you arms around his neck, you kissed him back passionately but make out your eyelids felt heavy and now closed you were sure you’d fall asleep lips still attached to his.
you bit down on his bottom lip tugging gently. ‘okay i seriously need to go to sleep now’ you pressed one last kiss on his lips before untangling from him and turning around. you wanted to spoon like last time except you didn’t have to ask him he just wrapped his arms around you taking your hand in his.
‘you know there’s this thing called weighted blankets’
‘well i have you and the cost is sex so a much better deal’
he chuckled stuck on the words i have you, pulling you in even closer.
‘good night sweetheart’
‘night’
you smiled as he stroked his thumb softly against your skin you doing the same along his forearm, it was soothing and intimate it felt so natural to be in lewis’s arm like this, soon enough you fell into a deep slumber.
— x —
your alarm ringing you stirred, quickly reaching for your phone to shut it off before it woke lewis but you hadn’t been quick enough, lewis stretched out his arm finding you were still in bed. scooting up behind you he pressed soft kisses into your neck.
‘wasn’t that your alarm?’
you groaned your eyes still shut. ‘shh go back to sleep’
lewis chuckled squeezing your waist. ‘get up’
‘i’m working from home today i just need to be up by 8:50am, i’ve got 45 minutes’
as you pressed yourself against him that’s when you felt it, his hard cock. you were tired but you couldn’t ignore it you shifted back slowly grinding your ass against his crotch.
‘y/n’ he groaned nipping at your ear his hand running under your top to grab at your breasts.
your eyes still closed, you moaned his name your mind still hazy trying to shake off the sleep it was like you were in a dream like state. you twisted your head placing your hand on his cheek and capturing his lips with yours, lewis hands finding themselves in between your legs he groaned when he felt how wet you were. he ran his finger’s lazily through your folds, you were so responsive to his touch repeating his name in breathless moans, begging and pleading for some relief every time he pressed on your throbbing clit.
‘i didn’t satisfy you enough last night, you’re insatiable’ he pulled down your pjs and underwear, you shimmied them off the rest of the way. his hand running over your ass giving them a good squeeze. you were too sleepy to reply, you just sighed with pleasure as his hands explored your body.
‘lewis please’ your pleas were like music to his ears, begging before he even begun the desperation in your voice made his cock twitch it only willed him to satisfy you even more - give you what you needed from him.
he slowly pushed into your waiting hole, groaning as you stretched out around him but still so deliciously tight. he was slow and gentle as he rocked against you, it felt so good you needed gentle at this time but you felt so frustrated wanting more.
he wrapped his hand around your throat as you whined. ‘you’re such a needy little slut, be a good girl and be grateful or i’m gonna use you like a hole’
you moaned chewing on your bottom lip, you shouldn’t be so turned on at the prospect of being used and not cumming but when lewis degraded you it just made your pussy throb and your nipples harder.
‘you gonna be a good girl?’ you nodded as he pulled you on top of him and started pounding up into you. ‘i wanna hear you say it’
‘ye-yesss lewis, i can be a good girl’ his hand rand down your body, playing with your clit whilst the other hand squeezed your breast and pinched your nipples. you arched your back, rolling your hips with every thrust, your cries of pleasure getting louder with every thrust enveloped in the pleasure he was bringing you. he brought his hand back around your throat rolling back on to your sides again he grabbed your top leg and lifted it up to get a deeper angle slowing down his pounding to deep thrusts again, you wanted to whine again but you wanted to be a good girl more.
‘you’re taking my cock so well baby, good girl’ you keened at the praise, clenching when he called you his good girl.
‘you like when i call you a good girl, you like it better than being my pathetic slut’ you moaned turning your head round trying to kiss him but instead he held your face and sped up his thrust - hard and deep. ‘answer me’
‘i-i like both’ his nose bumped against yours but still wouldn’t quite kiss you teasing you.
‘you greedy little slut’ he kissed you harshly growling into the kiss, you brought this animalistic side out of him. his peak nearing and wanting to cum with you, he focused on circling your clit, the way you rolled your hips to meet his thrust becoming less fluid and broken.
‘lewis’ his name barely above a whisper, more a breathy moan. he quickened his pace, giving your throat a squeeze before his splayed his hands over your chest.
‘come for me baby, i can’t hold back anymore’ he pounded your tight cunt as he went over the edge spraying the walls of your pussy with his hot cum. you cried out in pleasure followed by an incoherent string of words as you fell over the edge your body tightening and shaking as your orgasm ripped through your body. you both laid there panting trying to catch your breath, hissing as lewis pulled out. he got up and cleaned himself off but when he walked in your were sprawled out on the bed on your side eyes still shut like your were asleep except cum dripping out you - a sight he would never grow tired of. he wanted to clean you up but you looked so peaceful.
‘y/n?’
‘yes lewis?’
‘nothing just checking you didn’t fall asleep and wondering if i should clean my cum running down your thigh’
‘no don’t’ you grabbed your phone and looking at the time it was 8:30am, you still had time for a quick shower. ‘i love how it feels’ you finally opened your eyes, getting out of bed.
‘i’m gonna shower but help yourself to anything in the kitchen’
you were in and out of the shower and not because of work but you didn’t like the idea of lewis having free reign in your flat but maybe that was because you would’ve had a nosy around. you threw on cosy clothes and walked out to find lewis drinking a tea sat on your couch, you walked up from behind you planed your hands on his cheeks pulling his head back and planting a quick kiss on his lips, he smiled against your lips if he didn’t have a drink in his hands he would’ve pulled you into his lap but as quickly as you kissed him you quickly walked away into your kitchen.
‘you sure you don’t want to eat something before you go? because i do have vegan shit’
he chuckled. ‘i’m good’
‘why are you sitting in silence?’ the silence made you a little uncomfortable, why you don’t know maybe it was all a little too domestic for you.
‘well i’m leaving in a minute’
you plopped beside him with your cup of coffee, he wanted to pull you in but you grabbed your work laptop switching it on.
‘so am i going to see you this weekend?’ he was talking about a night your friends had planned, you still hadn’t decided if you were coming. ‘you can come back to mine after’ you hadn’t slept over at his yet, you didn’t really like sleeping over at others preferring the comfort of yours.
‘maybe’ you started to think about it when you realised the logistics. ‘wait, i can’t come back to yours half the guys are gonna end up staying over at yours’
‘you can stay over too?’
‘i’ve never stayed at yours, they’ll think it’s weird’
‘no they won’t’ he didn’t sound confident at all when he said it which made you laugh.
‘you really want me to stay over huh? and you call me the desperate slut’ he rolled his eyes pinching at your side playfully as you continued to laugh.
he grabbed you pulling you on top of him. ‘if i wasn’t leaving—‘ you silenced him with a kiss, finishing his sentence in a mocking tone. ‘you’d show me what desperate slut i am?’
‘you’re so—‘ again you interrupted lewis. ‘annoying?’
‘stop finishing my sentences!’
‘stop being predictable!’
he poked at your sides, you were ticklish and as soon as he realised he went for it. you squirmed trying to escape but lewis had a tight grasp on you.
‘stop!’ you cried out between your giggles.
‘you’re gonna stop being a brat?’
you ignored his question, you were stubborn like that. you let him tickle you, laughing so hard your abs were sore till your phone alarm started going off, thank god you thought - it was 9am.
‘let me go before you get me fired’
you were obviously being dramatic laughing as he stopped. you got off him and sat back down beside him grabbing your laptop. he grabbed your mugs taking them to the kitchen. ‘oh you can leave them’ there was no point in telling lewis so, he was anything but impolite of course he washed both of your mugs.
‘so saturday?’
‘okay it’ll be our friendship debut so when i stay over no one will care’
‘friendship debut?’ he looked at your incredulous.
‘yeah, after your slut shaming jealous outburst you took me out to dinner to apologise and we had a great conversation about how you can be a better feminist ally and we sorted out all our differences and realised we could be friends!’
‘seriously?’
‘what? that sounds totally believable, you know you really didn’t make it up to me. count yourself lucky you didn’t get my feminist rant’
‘i apologised!’
‘eh whatever don’t you remember when you made cum twice on your couch? you should give me a triple orgasm’
‘is that even a thing?’
‘well let’s find out! you know if you can handle a double header, you can handle a triple header’ you raised your eyebrows and gave a little wink before bursting out laughing at your silly joke.
‘omg you’re such a dork, idk why i ever cared about your date’
‘hey! you slept with me an hour ago’ you slapped his chest playfully, you breezed past this date comment a little part of liked that he cared enough to get jealous but you didn’t want to interrogate that right now.
‘but i didn’t realise what a dork you were’
‘and now you know doesn’t it make me cuter?’
‘yes it does’ he grinned leaning down and kissing you softly.
in the midst of this conversation lewis had ordered an uber this time he paid attention and it was close by. ‘well my uber is coming’
once he put his shoes and jacket own you set your laptop down walking him to your door. ‘well, i’ll see you saturday’
he held your waist as he gave you a kiss and it wasn’t a quick peck, he slipped his tongue in kissing you deeply, you felt dizzy and weak at the knees. ‘bye y/n’ as you closed the door you brushed your fingers along your lips, dazed.
you were distracted for the rest of the day, you must have picked up and dropped your phone a million times going back and forth on wether or not to text him. you decided against it, you were gonna see him in a couple days anyways and besides, you texted first now it’s his turn. you shouldn’t be thinking about him this much you thought to yourself but you chalked it up to your neurotic mind, not anything deeper. saturday couldn’t come fast enough.
#lewis hamilton smut#lewis hamilton x reader#lewis hamilton x you#lewis hamilton one shot#lewis hamilton fanfic#f1 smut#f1 x reader#f1 fic
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psst I had a thought I think you’d enjoy bc it is certainly bringing me lots of joy this morning-
okay so atsumu right? play fighting with him. pillows, tickles, lots of peppered kisses, the screeching- you’d probably get noise complaints from the neighbours (or some worried check ins to make sure you’re both alright), and when you’d both answer the door out of breath and giggly cause he was chasing you around the apartment, whoever knocked just rolls their eyes and leaves cause obviously no one is in trouble, it’s just young love again.
I bet if you guys were wrestling he’d be the type to go soft on you and let you win a couple rounds (which ofc you know, so you begin to rile him up for a real challenge)
But he’s strong, so he’d have no problem picking you up and throwing you on the bed when your taunts about him not being able to catch you in a chase/beat you in a “fight” finally get to him, and he’s grinning the whole way to your room cause he loves your laugh and he plans on getting his revenge tenfold.
I am incredibly fucking soft for this man I want him to let me think I’m winning and then totally wreck me after 🙂 (I could say the same abt a lot of haikyuu men tho)
Ily, I hope you’re having an amazing day!! 💓
anon <3
(P.s. I hope sending in long rants like this isn’t annoying or a nuisance- just let me know and I’ll knock it off!)
ANONNNNNNN IM GONNA COMBUST OH MY GOD-
Also do nOT knock it off, literally and all activity, be it adorable requests like this, or just to talk to lil ole me makes me so giggly and happy 🥹❤️
BUT THIS- THI- T H I S??? IS MY DREAM AND I LITERALLY WANT TO MARRY HIM LIKE, YESTERDAY.
Your neighbors hate you, because you two are up from the crack of dawn to the latest of dusks, just giggling and screaming with laughter at each other.
And genuinely, truly, Atsumu does not care. If anything, people coming and banging on your door and telling you to shut up only riles him up more. The amount of times you’ve tried to talk to your angry neighbors, only to laugh in their face as Atsumu tickles up your sides or nips at your ear is countless; all your neighbor can do is roll their eyes and ask you to please keep it down, but despite you swearing to, you know better than to make promises.
“Yeah,” he snorts, “keep it down.” Before you can even laugh, he makes a lunge at you to make you scream and dash away again, him hot on your tail and cheeks sore from the grin splitting his face.
He’s just such a snot rocket, I love him so much.
And dONT EVEN HE DOES Try every once in a while to put his pride aside and let you win when rough housing bc like. You’re cute and he loves you, so he’ll let you pin his hands next to his head and be all cocky with your victory, until he decides he has a problem with it.
“Ha,” you chant victoriously. “Suck it, nerd. I win.”
“Yeah yeah,” he snorts, lacing your fingers with his. “You win, baby, now let me up-“
“Big ol’ Atsumu, can’t even take down his better half anymore.”
“Okay, listen-“
“Just wait until the boys hear about how I’m able to pin you so easily.”
“Babe-“
“What would they say about the big, bad Atsumu if they could see him now-“
And it doesn’t take him much more than that to shove you on your back, gobble you up in his arms before you hit the ground too hard, and haul you up and into your bedroom, all before you can even say ‘wait.’
“You wanna talk shit?” He growls, hands immediately digging into your ribs and underarms. “Huh? You wanna talk big? Like you aren’t the most ticklish person I’ve ever met?”
“Shut up!” You scream, just kneeing him and writhing but god, he’s so big and he’s smiling so wide at the sight of you, the longer bits of his blonde hair falling all around and it’s almost hard for you to plead for him to stop.
So, instead, for a while, you keep riling him up- shoving and snorting and just laughing until you tap his wrist, letting him know that you’re really done and ready to behave again.
But even then, his hands never leave your body. They smooth out the phantom tickles from your warm skin, or cup your chin to guide you back into a kiss, or even pulling you into his side and gently rubbing your back when he decides that he wants to take a nap.
Because here’s the thing- Atsumu has to be touching you. It’s a thing for him, there’s almost always going to be a hand caressing your cheek, or holding yours, or tickling you, or pinching you, it doesn’t matter, Atsumu needs to be touching you in a way that conveys love and thrill. He’s not good with words, he never has been- but even his twin can attest he shows his best feelings through touch
He craves your challenge, loves the fight you give, addicted to the sound of your shriek filled laughter because it’s fun. Loving you is so fun, it’s what gets him up in the morning and lulls him to sleep at night. And he’s so happy he’s found someone to convey all of this to without having to surrender to words he’s not sure he can rely on.
Atsumu loves you so much it hurts him. He’d move mountains and cross seas, eat sand and fight the wilderness if it meant every day, he could come home and tackle to you to the couch and smother you in all the sappy affection he can.
And if putting you in a tickly full Nelson is his way of showing that, you certainly never complained before.
#don’t @ me for that sappy ass ending okay I deserve a sweet ass atsumu miya#atsumu miya#atsumu miya fluff#atsumu miya x reader#atsumu miya x gn!reader#atsumu miya x reader fluff#atsumu miya imagine#atsumu miya haikyuu#miya atsumu#miya atsumu fluff#miya atsumu x reader#miya atsumu x gn!reader#miya atsumu x reader fluff#miya atsumu imagine#miya atsumu haikyuu#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu imagine#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x gn!reader#haikyuu x gender neutral reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x yn#haikyuu x y/n
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Heyy! Congrats on 300 followers!! Could I maybe request No. 11 with Commander Wolffe (preferably from the clone wars but I'm not picky ^^) have a great day!
Thank you so much for sending in a request! I'm so sorry it's taken me so long! I hope you can forgive me! <3
I also hope it's alright that I put yours and @ladykatakuri's request together since you had the same request? <3 <3 I appreciate you both for sticking it out this long with me!!!
11. "You're Cute when you're angry"
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Fighting, Angst, Cursing, Sexual situations
You and Wolffe are nothing. Nothing. He made that fucking clear from the start. But when he has the audacity to get jealous… that becomes a problem.
Wolffe drags you to the fresher by the hand. Loose enough that if you really don’t want it, you can get out of it. How considerate. You mentally roll your eyes.
“What do you want?” You hiss, yanking your hand away once he locks the fresher door.
“You can’t flirt with Sinker.” He tells you.
“Excuse me?” You cross your arms.
First of all, you’ve never flirted with Sinker. Or any clone except for the asshole standing in front of you. Second, who did he think he was telling you who you could and couldn’t flirt with.
“You heard me. My pack is off limits.” He tells you, suddenly seeming taller.
“Maker… do you hear yourself? Do you hear how stupid you sound?” You fume. “I wasn’t flirting with Sinker. Sinker was flirting with me.”
“Oh.” Is all Wolffe says.
“‘Oh?’” You lean against the sink. “That’s all you have to say? ‘Oh’?”
“I’ll talk to him.” He nods.
“And tell him what? ‘Don’t flirt with the girl you fuck on the down low and are too ashamed to tell people about’?” You ask him.
“Don’t do that.” He shakes his head, angrily.
“Do what?” You throw your hands up.
“You know the consequences for both of us if people find out about us. You’re a medic in my battalion. I’m your commander… People can’t know. We talked about that from the start. What changed?”
What changed was… you fell in love with him. That’s what changed. And everything changed with it. It was a shitty situation and there was nothing either of you could do about it.
Suddenly, Wolffe’s eyebrows go up, as if he finally understands what changed. You can feel your stomach drop to the floor as he stands there frozen, staring at you. All you want to do is bolt, but unfortunately he’s standing in the way.
“Why didn’t you say something?” He asks you.
“Why would I? It wouldn’t change anything.” You shrug.
“It changes everything.” He murmurs, as if he could read your thoughts.
You look away, trying not to let tears spring to your eyes. You see him out of your peripheral come closer to you until you feel one of his hands tilt your chin toward him.
“I tried not to…” You mumble. “I didn’t want to.”
He chuckles. “You have no idea… Do you?”
“What?”
“How I feel about you.” He glances down at your lips.
“Don’t lie to me…” You feel the lump in your throat form.
He rolls his eyes. “Why would I lie?”
“I don’t know. To spare my feelings. Although, after second thought, that’s not you. Maybe you just want to mock me.” You glare up at him.
“Only you would fight with me while I’m trying to tell you I have feelings for you.” He lets go of you.
Everything with this man was so unnecessarily difficult. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You can’t help but smile slightly, which makes him smile. Before you can start arguing again, he pushes you back against the sink and starts kissing you.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He murmurs against your lips.
You can’t help but laugh.
“And… you’re cute when you’re angry.” He grips your hips to keep himself grounded. “Which is all the time.”
You smirk and roll your eyes as you start to take off your shirt. Wolffe shuts up immediately.
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“Slut me out” (Grayson Dolan smut)
I hate parties. I absolutely despise parties. It’s always the same shit I mean drinking, getting high, fucking randoms, loud music. It’s always a house full of strangers that’s either tryna forget about everything bad that’s happening in their life or get slutted out, there is no in between. Me on the other hand? Oh I definitely attended this party. I know I know, “y/n how can you talk shit about parties but you’re going to one.” Okay hear me out. It was THE DOLAN TWINS party. I’ve known them since 2015 and they’ve changed so much over the years let me just say. Ethan got a girlfriend and became more mature. Grayson became even more hotter and started working on his hobbies… like how can I not..
I’ve been friends with them for so long it’s crazy I never told Grayson how I see him you know? Maybe I’ll spill it out when I’m drunk or something I don’t know. I put on my best dress and heels. I did my hair and make up all in 3 hours. Pretty fast if you ask me.. it’s around 9 at night and I get there and it’s already loud with a bunch of people screaming. I rub my head knowing what im getting myself into. “Only for Grayson” I whispered to myself nervous walking into their house. As soon as I walk in I seen them dancing in the living room with randoms. I stare at Grayson jealous that he’s dancing with another girl… it makes me so angry.. I hurry go into the kitchen get myself drunk and some random group was hyping me up for that I don’t remember the details..
“Hey put that down” I heard a voice say. I turn behind me to see who was talking to me in such way. I turn over and it’s Grayson with his arms crossed with a serious face on. “YoU dOnt TelL mE wHaT To dO” I said to him boldly. He groans. He grabs my wrist a little tight. While him guiding me some guy bumped into Grayson. “CANT YOU FUCKING SEE ME?” he said angry at them. “Ugh he’s so mad at me, what did I do” I said sadly but also kinda turned on.. we get to his room and he slams and locks the door behind him. Now it’s just me and him.. “y/n you know I don’t like seeing you drinking” he said with his hands on his hips. “This is a party, so what” I said. “I still don’t like seeing you like that” he said rising his voice at me. I stare at him like he just said gibberish “ and I don’t like seeing other girls dance on you but you don’t see me making a scene do you?” I said looking in his eyes. Looking up at him and him looking down at me it was clear who won the argument. The room went quiet. Us just starring at each other.
With my eyes almost tearing up I scoff and head to the door to get away from him. He grabs me by my waist this time pulling me into a kiss. His extremely soft lips and us breathing in each other mouth made my stomach sank. It was slow but yet so powerful.. why is he so good at this.. he pulls away looking at me “did that make you feel better?” He said with a cute smirk. I look at him in his eyes once again. “I want more” I said almost pouting. He smiles at me confused and pulls in for another kiss his big hands cupping my head. Making me feel so safe. I grab his forearm letting him know I’m enjoying this. He walks forward which makes me walk backwards still kissing each other. Until I fall into his bed. Him following along kissing me so powerfully. I couldn’t hold it in anymore “fuck..” I moaned. He pets my head following to my cheek. His body is between my legs right now… “Grayson.. Please” I said desperately. He giggles. “You’re so adorable y/n” he says with his deep voice. he takes off his hoodie revealing his nice toned abs. I bite my lip acknowledging what I’m about to do with him. He sits me up with my head on his chest. He unravels my dress under my neck. My dress then falls and flashes my bra. He lifts my face up with his curled index finger making me look up at him. He grins and kisses me one more time before he plays with my bra, he then takes off my bra amazed at the view. He lays me back down and starts playing with them and licking them. My hard nipples..him swirling his tongue around them. His movements.. i moan uncontrollably. I grab his long hair tightly letting him know I feel amazed. He sits up, I then immediately noticed his boner poking through his pants. I play with it and lay on my stomach. I pull down his pants not fully but just enough to admire his vainly waist and v line. “God fucking damn… I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long” I said. he grins and pets my head. “Me too y/n” he said softly. I look up at him desperately and take his pants and boxers completely off. his dick flips on my face. I giggle then I lick the side to start and his head already rolls back.
I then put the whole thing in my mouth. Him shocked on how good it feels. His face I was most focused on. He narrowed his eyebrows down then immediately smiled with his eyes closed. He then leans his head back with his hand on top of my head. “That feels soo good” he said taking it. He looks back down at me and moves my hair out of my face and I continue. I focus on the tip cause that’s his most sensitive spot. He gasp for air. “Ahh” he moaned so shocked. He guides my head almost face fucking me. He puts my hair in a ponytail and leans his waist in my face. All I could see was his abs thrusting in and out of my mouth. He leans his head back narrowing his eyebrows down biting his lip. “Ughh” he moans. He then makes me take it all in and holds it for a couple seconds. I gasp for air. He smiles playfully. He lays me down again on my back. He takes the rest of my dress off following my panties. He lifts my legs up to my shoulders. He hits his dick on my wet clit. “You like that y/n?” He said jokingly. I pout letting him know I want him in me already. He suddenly puts it in me I gasp for air once again with my eyes rolled back. His size caught me so off guard. He moans in relief. “Your so warm and tight… mmm” He starts fucking me slow yet powerful just like his kisses. I feel every single thing of him. Every movement, every throb, every drop of precum going into me. Everything. I look up at him. “You’re so beautiful” I said to him in my head. His eyes shifting to my face and my pussy. His mouth slightly open with his hair covering parts of his face.
He starts going even faster. his thumb starts rubbing my clit. We both moan, that’s all we could hear, our voices combining. He turns me over making my face down and ass up. He starts playing with my ass cheeks and slaps them before he caught me off guard again. He hits my g spot so perfectly. So good I want to cry. I could cum right now if I wanted to. He starts thrusting very hard yet so good. I sit up to where my hands and knees are on the bed. He then reached over putting his fingers in my mouth. Thrusting harder and deeper. Omg I can’t he’s too good. He was so deep in me.. Our moans filling the room. “Ahh I feel it coming y/n” he lets go of me and pushes my back down like it was before, he thrusts even harder and soon pulls it out. with one hand on my ass and the other hand making himself cum all over my back. He moans Squeezing my ass cheek. After a few seconds of cuming He looks down at me looking at the damage he’s done to me. He takes a deep breath, then giggles. Fixing his hair. He kisses my shoulder. breathing heavy. Sweat dripping from his forehead. He puts on his pants and grabs something to wipe his cum off my back. After he cleans it he makes sure I am dressed again and then flops on his bed. Looking at the ceiling. We ended up talking for the rest of the party and sleeping together in the same bed.
Hi!!! I really hope you liked this story and hope it wasn’t too long :( if it was make sure to contact me so I could fix that for you guys. Thank you againnn <3
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