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porkcracker · 8 months

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Can you do a TFA decepticons (separate) falling for a kind and innocent autobot reader that believes they’re good deep down and tries to befriend them

Hello, yes, I'm a sucker for these bastards. For the sake of my sanity and limiting the wait time, I only took the Decepticons on earth (plus Shockwave, bc Shockwave is <3) and not all and every one of them. I do hope you enjoy this, and now let's get to it.

I actually started to answer this ask months ago, but never finished it, I truly hope this can still be enjoyable even being this immensely late.

TFA Decepticons x Autobot!GN!Reader

Soundwave

Soundwave is a very logical and goal orientated bot, it doesn't even really occur to him that he isn't good

After all, his goal in achieving robots and mechanical beings as the rulers not the workers is going to benefit all kind of mechanical life

So he really has no problem with you per se, but with the cause you align yourself

It's really a shame as well, you would be such a good ally

even if you don't end up becoming a Decepticon, as long as you don't hinder his plans too badly he can accept you as someone who will see reason when the time arrives

With your kind attitude, he knows you will get used to it, when the time arrives, and then you can maybe become even more than friends

A thing that he especially loves your sweet and caring behaviour towards his cassettes

He cares deeply for them, so to have you treat them so gently makes his feelings go wild

Blitzwing

Blitzwing is a rather loyal bot, so he doesn't like you insisting he's actually good deep down

Icy simply ignores your insistences and tries to correct you, even if he pulls his punches in a way he would never admit

Hothead on the other hand sees your kind behaviour as a personal insult

Are you saying he's not a real strong warrior, going so soft on him?

Not on his watch, he almost always insists on fighting you when the opportunity comes up

Random thinks your sweet personality is cute and aggravating at the same time

He wants you to keep going and at the same time to stop, he'll egg you on and in the same breath lean into your words giving you a bit of hope of getting through to him

It's a slow fall, but when he realises his three personalities go about winning you over differently

Icy cuts back on the physical fighting and engages you in verbal fights that are far more attempts to show you he can be what you think he could be

Hothead doesn't change too much, he's not one for too soft feelings and attempts to show you that he could protect your sweet nature easily

He does also love to give you words of affection, where Icy prefers gifts

Random loves to spend time with you no matter in what way, as long as you're close and having fun

Though his fun is relative, he does attempt to make it fun for both of you

Lugnut

Your chances of actually winning Lugnut over are very low

He is a warrior and not necessarily the smartest, but he is loyal as all hells come

There is a use in bots that have a talent with words that he can acknowledge

But there is already one bot whose words have pulled him into an orbit

He might develop some kind of crush on you, due to your kind side, but unless you change to the Decepticons he will most likely never act on it

But sometimes he likes to think of you, not as an Autobot, but a Decepticon like him and imagine what it could be like

Those times are very rare, however

Shockwave

Shockwave is at the same level of loyalty as Lugnut and there is very little that could make the Decepticon reconsider his opinion

He thinks it's rather cute how you attempt to convince him that he isn't actually that bad and good deep down

During his time as Longarm Prime, he had seen your kind behaviour directed towards many bots for various reasons

It's a no-brainer that he took advantage of that several times

But still, even as useless as your endeavour is, he can't deny that you're cute

Maybe, just maybe, he should get himself a little souvenir from Cybertron

Surely Megatron wouldn't mind his spy indulging himself with a cute little prisoner

He'll show you how wrong you are with your opinion, but don't worry, he'll give you a very long time to attempt to change his mind

Depending on how forceful you behave, you'll stay with the Decepticons for a very long while, or he'll set you free, because he grows too fond of you

Starscream

He will deny having any good in him vehemently

The moment you start to talk, he'll talk over you and don't you even think of speaking over him

That's actually the first thing he really notices

Sure, he knows you exist, but he only starts paying attention after he notices that you actually let him do his speeches and listen as well

It's surprising

He pays more attention, and he can't help, but be very pleased by the attention you give him, no matter if it is to convince him he's actually good or some bullshit

At first, he only uses you to stroke his own ego

But as time goes by he starts to really care for your validation

He'll search you out in fights and outside of fights

Megatron

Making sure your attention continues to stay on him at all times, no matter what

You don't stand out to him at first, and it is unlikely that he will notice you in a broader setting

But when it comes to a one on one meeting things change

You're so small in comparison to him, most Autobots are, and usually he doesn't care much for it beyond battle advantage

He brushes your words off at first

From his point of view, he is the good guy

But as you keep running into each other, he can't help but note that you seem far more innocent than even your fellow Autobots

You try to see the good in every thing and every one, and you help where you can

It's hard to imagine a bot like you being a product of an Autobot lead Cybertron

He is impressed that you have not yet consumed the propaganda every Autobot seems to believe and hopes that it will stay the case for longer

Once he notices that he is growing fond of you, he reverses your situations

Where you have tried to appeal to him before and bring out his good side, he now attempts to appeal to you and win you over to the Decepticons

You could be great together

#request #transformers #transformers animated #decepticons #tfa soundwave #tfa blitzwing #tfa lugnut #tfa shockwave #tfa starscream #tfa megatron #decepticon x reader #autobot reader #cybertronian reader #gender neutral reader #sfw

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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Dating Jonathan Byers Headcanons

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x GN! / AFAB! Reader

Warnings: sfw and nsfw, minors DNI

A/N: here we are, the last, but certainly not least, in my series of dating headcanons!! I hope you guys like it <3

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

SFW

Jonathan screams friends to lovers to me

I feel like you guys grow up living close to each other but you never really spoke until middle school and then you just clicked and were instant best friends

but in high school you both get a bit awkward around each other for some reason

well that reason is ofc bc you’ve both, unbeknownst to the other, started to develop feelings for each other

you’re still friends but there’s just this weird underlying tension, your stares lingering on each other’s faces longer than needed, palpable silences, looking at each other’s lips, etc.

it’s one of those funny things where literally everyone else can see it but you two

Argyle is always on Jonathan about just telling you, meanwhile Nancy and Robin are on your case about the same thing

so it finally happens when a big group of you are hanging out, like you, Jonathan, Robin, Nancy, Argyle, Steve and Eddie, but they’ve secretly planned to bail out and leave you and Jonathan locked alone together

the two of you sit in awkward silence for a while before Jonathan eventually launches into a fast ramble about how he’s really sorry for how awkward everything is and he’s sorry your friendship has gone a bit weird and he just rambles on and on about how much he actually likes you but he just keeps apologising at the same time

so eventually you just have to shut him up by kissing him

now the two of you have admitted your feelings for each other things are still a little bit awkward to begin with and it takes a while for the two of you to settle properly into your relationship

your relationship starts off very slow, and he’s reluctant to take things too far too quickly bc he cares about you so much

but once you guys are in deep he’s so devoted and loving, like Jonathan's the type to frequently remind you how he feels about you and is always saying ‘I love you’

you’d be his muse and his model for his photography

going on lil road trips together to find cool and interesting places for him to photograph

and again you get to model at all these cool and unique places that the two of you find

Jonathan is the absolute best gift-giver when it comes to your birthdays or anniversaries, he always gives you a photo-album but he makes them all different, like themed albums basically

so for your birthday one year you get an album that’s dedicated to you and Jonathan and the places you’ve travelled together, and the whole album is like a map of your journeys together

but your anniversary one is pictures he’s taken as your relationship has progressed, so it starts with pictures of the two of you hanging out as friends, the rest of the group there in the pictures too, then there’s the first picture he ever took of you alone, the first picture he took of you once you became a couple, the first of one of just the two of you together, your first date, your second date, etc., and this album just reads like a map of your relationship together and it’s just the cutest thing

even the pictures that he doesn’t give to you as a gift he still keeps them neatly organised in albums of his own

like Eddie has a collection of Polaroids of his lover but they’re all messily strewn about in a box under his bed (see my dating Eddie headcanons here)

but Jonathan keeps all of his pictures organised, so when he has the urge to look up a certain picture of you or a certain moment, he knows exactly where to find it

Joyce absolutely adores you and she basically becomes like another mother / bestie to you, like you’ll hang out just with Joyce even if Jonathan’s not even there

Jonathan and the Byers in general become like a safe-haven to you for when things are shitty at home and you need to get away

being friends with Will, basically like another sibling to him, and almost becoming like a safe space for him to turn to

he’ll always give you his coat even if it’s freezing outside, your comfort is always this boy’s no.1 priority

Jonathan is a very loving and sweet boyfriend, like he’s always doting on you, and sometimes it can get a bit intense / annoying but you know it’s just of how much he loves you

pet-names: (for you) my love, my angel, sweetheart, darling, dove

pet-names: (for him) J, babe, babyboy, my love

NSFW

Jonathan is a mostly a service sub and I won’t be told otherwise

he lives to pleasure you, looking up at you with those puppy-dog eyes

and since he loves to be a giver you just know he’s so good at it, like this boy knows exactly how to make you cum with his fingers and his tongue, he’s just very in tune with your body

has a praise kink and needs reassurance, likes to be told he’s doing a good job / is making you feel good

he’s constantly checking in with you during sex to make sure you’re still doing okay and are comfortable etc.

you honestly have to coax his dom side out of him when you want it bc it’s a rare occasion

usually his dom side comes out when you’ve had some kind of argument and he just kinda snaps all of a sudden and then uses you to fuck out his frustrations

sometimes you can coax him into dom mode without actually having to piss him off, but in this case then he’s a very soft dom

you have to really urge him to be a bit more rough with you if that’s what you want, like he’s terrified of hurting of you and it takes a lot of persuasion for him to get the idea that it’s okay bc you like it

like he’ll almost have a melt down the first time he sees a bruise on your body from where he’s touched you

but you just think it’s so hot that you jump him and fuck him right there and then to prove it

Jonathan’s favourite positions are any where he gets to see your face bc he likes gauging your reaction to make sure you’re feeling good

also he likes to kiss you a lot whilst you fuck as well

he’s not massively into using toys but will if you want to bc this boy will literally do anything for you

he loves it when you tie him up and tease the hell out of him, like the whines that leave this boy’s mouth? you didn’t think he was capable of making such sounds

and that’s only bc I think Jonathan is usually very quiet during sex, until you take over and then yeah he’s a whining mess

he likes to take pictures of you of course, but they’re always really tasteful and beautiful, they’re not dirty and filthy the way Eddie takes pictures of his lover

Jonathan provides the most amazing aftercare! he’ll pretty much wait on you hand and foot and won’t rest until he’s completely satisfied that you’ve been properly taken care of

he’ll run you a bath, put some bath salts in, even give you a lil massage if the session was quite intense, fetch you food, maybe some tea, whatever you wanted really

he is the best snuggler, he will spoon you and rest his head on your back, just between your shoulder blades, placing soft kisses to your skin until the two of you fall asleep

Author’s Note / Disclaimer: please remember that these are headcanons, i.e. this is how I personally view the character. you may disagree and that is completely fine, I just ask that you don’t leave any disrespectful or rude comments about it. thank you in advance.

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#jonathan byers #jonathan byers headcanons #jonathan byers smut #jonathan byers fluff #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers x you #jonathan byers hc #jonathan byers headcanon #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers angst #stranger things headcanons #stranger nightmare

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pinklikeroses · 2 years

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It’s actually kindve messed up that minthe, one of the main antagonists of LO has better character development than persephone and hades.

But in an ironic way.

I strongly disliked this character, like I hated minthe when I first started reading the comic, but now?

I wouldn’t say she’s my favorite but she is the most complex and interesting out of the entire cast.

I don’t condone her actions or her abusive behavior. But she is one of the few characters who took the time to analyze herself and knew what she did was wrong. She’s able to admit that and that’s not an easy thing to do

Like I think what makes it even more important is she admits it to herself not to anyone else.

Unlike hades she doesn’t feel sorry for herself or lament how awful she was but focuses on what she did wrong and how she could’ve done better

And now that, that chapter of her life is done she’s gotta fresh start an opportunity to try again and be a better person.

Which makes her character arc the best ones in LO.

The problem with Persephone and Hades is they’re not given any development bc the story is written to make you side with them ALL THE TIME. They can never be wrong or if they are their actions are constantly excused and those who hold them accountable are demonized.

Yes minthe and her friends did expose persephone for slaughtering an entire village just so minthe could get back with hades.

But through persephone’s perspective it was manslaughter, the first two murders were intentional but the rest were accidents.

Demeter covering it up and trying to bribe Helios makes sense bc she knows her daughter is a fertility goddess and if word got out that mean trouble for them.

Mind you persephone didn’t know she was a fertility goddess until late in the comic. She could’ve easily come clean to Zeus herself but chose not to.

Persephone just wanted to lift her guilt I don’t think she was really sorry for the ppl she killed only that she got caught. She Didn’t really want to be punished for what she did, nor did she own up to it fully.

Idk how but The punishment slowly became less about her facing punishment for slaughtering mortals without a permit to it being about separating her and Hades…

Basically persephone doesn’t really own up to what she did as wrong, she turns minthe into plant for …,though, selfishly, but rightfully exposing her, blackmails minthe into helping her use a computer even though she clearly could’ve asked anyone else, and shutting minthe down when she’s rightfully angry at her

Hades I’ve mentioned a million times, ppl accommodate him bc of his status as king of the underworld, bends over backwards for persephone and abuses his power while constantly threatening ppl. Dismisses the fact that he can break the rules, while enforcing them.

The comic makes it out like our main leads can do no wrong. They’re either “misunderstood” or “well intentioned”.

Bc of this we see no growth. 10yrs have passed and persephone is still the same naive, immature teenager since the beginning of the comic.

Hades hasn’t changed a bit. Still obsessed with persephone, still feeling like HER punishment mind you, was HIS punishment.

We get zero character development from are two leads which sucks. Bc both these characters have an opportunity to learn and grow but poor writing prevented them from flourishing

#lo critical #lore olympus #me ramblings #lo minthe #lo persephone #lo hades #sorry this was so long…….

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the-pjo-analyst · 2 years

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Chapter 12 - We Get Advice from a Poodle

Theme of the day: Goals

These next few chapters are so short it took me a good while to figure out what themes to do lol. There’s a few moments when the theme of goals comes up in this chapter.

First is Grover’s dream of becoming a searcher and he explains what this means: searching for the god Pan who’s been missing for 2000 years. I really wish pollution wasn’t still a relevant issue today, 17 years after TLT came out, but alas, we continue to deal with it. Grover is such a meek and low-confidence character, that it maybe surprising how determined he is about being a searcher and being the one to find Pan. With all the things that have gone wrong in his life, he still holds onto this one hope. I definitely empathize with him about having to believe that Pan will return bc it’s the only thing keeping him from despair, like honestly same. Humans suck.

I really forgot Grover is an empath lmao. Even though Percy isn’t ready to admit it or hear it, Grover was really spitting the truth about a part of Percy wanting to please his dad. I’ve said this before, but children want to be accepted by their parents whether they’re in their life or not and how they may feel about them. And Percy is no exception. All the demigods are no exceptions. Because often times deep down, no matter how complicated their feelings are towards them, they want to make their godly parent proud. So Percy’s goals in this quest are about both of his parents, since he also wants to save his mom.

Actually the quest is a means to an end for all three of the trio, since Annabeth also wants to make her godly parent proud (and prove she’s a great demigod) and Grover needs it to become a searcher.

For Kronos too, the quest is a stepping stone for his grand plan. Just when Grover and Annabeth are getting suspicious about what’s really going on with their quest, Percy has his first dream and his first contact with Kronos. And like he does with all demigods, Kronos tries to appeal to Percy’s hatred/bitterness of the gods, offering him his mom in return for his loyalty. Kronos manipulates demigods into thinking that he can make a better world and that he can give them anything they want. And maybe he would do the latter, but it’s a bit subjective whether the former is true or not lmao.

Small things:

The fact that Grover has encountered at least one of the Furies three times. Feel sorry for him bro

Also the fact that Grover is such a cool person that a poodle is willing to go back to the owners he hates just to help him out 🥺

Previous: Chapter 11 - We Visit the Garden Gnome Emporium

Next: Chapter 13 - I Plunge to My Death

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #kronos #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #the lightning thief #tlt analysis #pjo meta #pjo analysis

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codenamesailordarillium · 1 year

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so guess who ended up rewatching (well skipped around a bit) the dw s3 finale after looking at & reblogging that gifset just to pay proper attention to fetus daddy satan mr ellis and ended up with unexpected missy feels bc of the final confrontation between sandshoes & simmy?

like literally tho .. every note of missy’s eventual redemption had the roots set up here. i don’t particularly like simm!master (only really in the context of his perverse crush on missy bc that’s what it takes). but despite the whole deal with the doctor declaring he’ll take responsibility for him & him petulantly refusing to be locked up & babysat, therefore choosing death .. is exactly what happens anyway with basil & missy.

10 says maybe it’s time for him to actually stay in one place & be there/care for someone. simm!master throws a wrench in that idea immediately & then the rest of 10′s era & spilling on into 11′s are defined by his running away from things, but then later on, that’s precisely what 12 is able to do (some a lot of which i will attribute to darillium bc this is me okay).

missy is imprisoned in the vault, forced to finally contend with her myriad, infinite crimes with nothing else to do. it’s not hard to guess that that’s exactly what simm!master was terrified of, yet missy is the one who has to confront themselves within that mental headspace. she’s the one who has to be brave about it and finally face the drums music. and it’s awful & difficult but she actually does it & 12 notes her progress. it’s a good thing, everything about it leading up to her eventual sacrifice. it really strikes a chord with me that moff took that sliver of a story arc suggestion rtd came up with and actually made it plausible & meaningful & important for both the characters & the viewers

that’s what particularly makes it sting big time once we bump into dhawan!master. i’ll admit that whole business is why i’ve once again stagnated in my watching of 13′s era. but i don’t feel like it’s wrong to point out the really really shitty implications taking the master, having them actually reflect on the trauma they’ve both inflicted & endured and then redeem themselves as a woman only to immediately have them revert to their old ways as soon as they’ve been regenerated back into a man. regardless of the intent, it’s a bad look.

on the one hand you have 13 figuring out her new identity & something of an attempt to be nuanced about the realities of her being seen as a hero/authority figure on her adventures when for the longest time it was just assumed because to all appearances, they were a man. but it’s immediately fumbled when juxtaposed against an implication that redemption, actually attempting to repent for one’s past immensely harmful actions is relegated to the lady version of the master, only to be completely undone once they’re a man again.

the fact of the matter of dw is that even tho modern fandom has very extensive & nuanced headcanons about time lords & their society’s relationship to gender, much of what is presented to wider audiences in the show proper is still going to heavily draw on most ppl’s perceptions & understanding of gender, specifically within the bounds of gender binary. and the concept of the master as they were initially conceived in the 1970s was steeped in concepts of toxic masculinity. the master denigrates the hell outta women up until the point they finally become one.

i have no beef with sacha dhawan himself, he’s literally an actor who was hired to do an iconic role in a popular tv show. that’s his job, that’s a pretty amazing opportunity, he’s doing what he’s supposed to. i take issue with the casting of a man, even if he is an actor of color (bc hey actresses of color exist), but ultimately even if that couldn’t be avoided, i could’ve done with at least keeping consistency with the characterization.

cause dhawan!master’s immediate return to that unflinching earlier characterization is also a return to that toxic masculinity. if he’d have been given a direction as a version of the master who’s post-redemption & trying to figure out how to exist in the new state of mind they’d obtained, it really could’ve been interesting for me. but none of that matters, all that time spent on missy’s redemption might as well have not even happened. the master’s a man again, meaning he’s got to be an unrepentant aggressor who causes meaningless suffering like destroying gallifrey again, because nothing. fucking. matters.

it’s bleak and rather hopeless, because dw is supposed to be about hope. and chibs, whether he wanted to or not, created a narrative where it doesn’t matter if you try to do good & improve yourself, you’re always destined to be despicable & you will never change because evil is simply just In Your Nature(TM). also regretting your past actions & feeling guilt for it are icky silly girl feelings or something.

i don’t begrudge anyone who enjoys dhawan’s performance, it’s clear he’s just having fun with it and i understand why that’s appealing to others. but these are my frustrations that i’m always gonna have with the direction the character arc was taken in and i don’t know that there’s anything that will make it any different.

#brotp: i'll scratch his eye out #long & rambly but really needed to get this off my chest for a long time #zima watches dw

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mackenzielovee · 3 years

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Omg your writing is novel material 😻😻😻!! Can you do a rafe x reader where there’s build up to the fact that he takes your v-card?? And is like all proud and cocky BC he loves the ~innocence~ but gentle at the same time :0000

a/n: hey babes!!! thank you so much for this request. I would have never written something like this on my own, but actually really enjoyed writing this. I hope I got it right, I tried to include it all in here!! Let me know what you think!

Warnings: swearing, sex scenes, mentions and conversations of losing virginity, and Rafe acting like a king

Word Count: 3.5k

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my one and only - rafe cameron

You're laying on Rafe's bed, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone as you wait for him to finish his shower. He had invited you over, and when you showed up, he just told you to wait in his room and he'd be out in a bit. You huff, finally hearing the water shut off. You can't help but be annoyed - that boy uses up all the hot water before he gets out.

He swings open the bathroom door, a towel wrapped around his waist, and smirks at you. His chest is completely exposed and still slightly wet from his shower, and he watches as you shamelessly rake your eyes over every inch of his skin. You quickly forgive him for taking so long, because it's given you this view.

"Thought you might join me," he smirks at you, coming over to the bed and leaning down to give you a quick kiss.

"Thought you might hurry up since you knew I was waiting," you fire back, giving him a playful glare.

He laughs at you and steps to his dresser, removing his towel and sliding shorts on. You watch him and he knows you watch him, which makes him smirk. He doesn't even bother with his shirt, because with what he has planned, he won't need it.

He turns and jumps on the bed, laying himself down beside you. You grin at him as he does this, watching as he sits up, then grabs onto you and pulls you on top of him. He can already feel himself getting riled up, he's been with you for almost a month now and really, really wants to fuck you.

He immediately starts to kiss you, one hand on your waist and another traveling down your back. You kiss him back, loving the way he tastes. One of your hands goes into his hair, making him moan as you pull on it. His tongue pushes its way into your mouth, which you very much allow. He brings his hands down to your hips and starts moving you against him, moaning into your mouth at how good it already feels.

"Rafe," you groan, feeling your body as it gets excited.

He ignores you, bringing his lips down to your neck and kissing the skin in between your jaw and neck. You let out an involuntary moan, which only encourages him more. His hands travel under your shirt and grab the skin on your stomach, and when Rafe tries to pull your shirt off of you completely, you stop him.

"Rafe, we should chill out," you say, pulling away but staying on his lap.

He looks at you, not quite understanding why you're stopping him, but agrees. He lets out a frustrating groan, but doesn't speak.

You don't want to tell him you're a virgin. Not with how experienced Rafe is. You just believe in your heart that he'll be disappointed with your performance or your body - you're afraid he won't want you anymore if he knows the truth.

"What's going on with you?" he asks finally, afraid to even reach out and touch you because you might pull away from him again.

"What do you mean?"

Rafe licks his lips and sighs, not wanting to sound like an asshole for asking why you won't have sex with him. But every single time he tries to make a move, you deny him and cut him off. He at least wants to know why, or if he's doing something wrong.

"I just don't understand. I mean, I just took my entire fucking towel off in front of you, but you won't even let me see you with your shirt off. What is that? I mean, are you, like, not attracted to me or something?"

You shake your head immediately, "No, Rafe. That's not it, I just-"

"You just what, then?" he asks, meaning for it to come out more gentle than it does.

You take his harshness for impatience, and you wonder if you should just suck it up and give him what he wants. But the thought of losing him makes you afraid.

"I'm a virgin, Rafe," you whisper.

You climb off of his lap and then get up off the bed, sure this will be a dealbreaker for him. Rafe Cameron, you think, the party king and the guy who's probably had the most sex of anyone on the island, is not going to want to put up with your inexperienced ass.

"What?" he gasps, sure he heard you wrong.

You don't speak, you just pick up your phone, and then your bag from the floor. You don't hear Rafe get up from the bed, but when you start toward his bedroom door, he's rushing around to stop you.

"Where the hell are you going? Sit down, let's talk about this," he coaxes you, removing your bag from your shoulder and putting it back on the floor.

You sigh as he leads you back over to his bed, both of you sitting down on the side. He doesn't speak at first, mainly because he doesn't know what to say. You don't either, so the two of you sit in silence for a bit. He finally looks over at you, but his look isn't disgust or confusion. It almost looks like admiration.

"So," he starts, then stops, then starts again, "So, you're telling me-"

He stops himself again, not wanting to offend you or make you uncomfortable. To be honest, the idea of nobody touching you makes him feel like a damn god. Only if you'll let him be the first one.

"I've never had sex," you confirm, speaking slowly to make sure he understands.

"No, yeah, I got that part," he nods, "But, have you..."

"No," you answer. You're not sure what the question is, but you're sure that's your answer.

Rafe's your first real boyfriend, and you don't sleep around. Ever. Obviously. You don't believe in that. You want your first time for it all to be with someone you trust. Someone who will take care of you.

"And, like, is that a thing where you're waiting until marriage, or..." he trails off, afraid of your answer.

"No," you say quickly, watching his neck snap over to you, "I just want to... be with someone that I trust."

Rafe nods his head, not realizing that his eyes are literally taking in every inch of your body. He can't believe you've never been touched by another guy. He can't believe someone as attractive as you can be so pure and so innocent. It completely and totally turns him on.

"Do you trust me?" he asks you after a few minutes.

You look over to him and he looks at you, his eyes looking soft. You reach over and take his hand, then give him a smile.

"Of course," you say. He grins, the thought of him being your first literally makes his heart jump.

"So, I mean..." he trails off again, not knowing how to ask you without sounding like a horny douchebag.

"I want to, Rafe," you say, watching him smile, "I'm just nervous about it."

He nods his head, understanding completely. He brings his hand up and starts to rub your back gently to comfort you.

"I get it," he replies, "I'm right here to help you through it. And we don't have to do anything, not if you don't want to."

You smile up at him but shake your head, watching as Rafe lets out a breath of relief he didn't realize he was holding in.

"I'm just relieved that you're okay with it," you admit, "But I want to. I want to with you."

He feels as if he could fly right now as you say this. You want him to be the first, your first, to see you and touch you and kiss you all over. Just the thought of you makes him want to strip down right now.

"Of course I'm okay with it, baby," he smiles.

You lean in to give him a kiss, which he gladly returns.

Rafe takes you to lunch at the club later on, but he leans down and grabs the leg of your chair and pulls you around so you're sitting beside him at the table instead of across from him. He keeps his arm wrapped around the back of your chair. He hasn't stopped smiling since your conversation earlier. He looks around at the club, knowing that none of these dudes managed to get a girl who only wanted him. He feels like one lucky motherfucker.

He leans over and whispers in your ear as you two wait for your food, "You really want me to be your first?"

You blush immediately, knowing nobody heard but still looking around to be sure.

"Rafe," you hiss. He loves watching you squirm, but he really just wants to hear you say it again.

"You really do?" he asks again, biting his lip to hide his cocky grin.

You laugh, leaning over and kissing him quickly, "Yes, Rafe Cameron. I want you to be my first."

He grins against your lips, and you would've never thought in a million years he would be this cocky about the whole situation. Truly, you thought this boy would run for the hills.

"Holy shit," he mumbles to himself.

He leans forward in his seat and puts his hand on your leg under the table. You smile, loving the feeling of his skin on your own. He starts to gently run the base of his fingers up your leg, stopping about halfway up. He watches you take a deep breath, knowing he's getting to you.

"So," he leans over, whispering in your ear again, "You're telling me, nobody's hand has ever been here before?"

His voice comes out so dominant, so arrogant, and you love it. He knows exactly what he's doing to you.

You shake your head. He smirks against your ear, giving you a little kiss there. He starts inching his hand up again, watching as your breathing picks up. You can feel yourself getting excited, and little do you know, Rafe already is.

He stops his hand right where your shorts rest, wanting to curse as he looks down. They're so short, and you look so good in them.

"And here?" he asks quietly, his voice raspier now.

"No," you shake your head again, your voice coming out weak. That makes him grin.

"Hmm," he hums into your ear. He leans even closer to you, moving his hand up and unbuttoning your shorts.

"Rafe," you warn, getting uncomfortable with the fact that his hand is about to be inside your pants in a public area.

"Nobody's looking, just trust me," he whispers.

You try to relax, but are completely unable to. He wraps his other arm tighter around you, then carefully slides his hand underneath your shorts. He can feel through your underwear how excited he's made you, which only makes him grin. He shoves your underwear aside and traces his fingers along your core, making you gasp lightly when you feel the cold metal of his ring on you.

"What about here?" he asks you, smirking widely now as he watches the expression on your face.

"No, babe," you look over at him now, your eyes beading into his. He smirks and kisses you, a little rougher than usual, then pulls his hand out of your shorts.

"Just checking," he sits back in his chair now, completely content with himself.

You, on the other hand, already feel like a mess. You try your best to discreetly button your shorts, but every nerve in your body seems to be going crazy as you relive the feeling of his hands on you.

He watches you try to wipe the frazzled look on your face, but can't because you feel like every single person at the club knows what Rafe just did to you.

You sit back after a few minutes, relaxing as you convince yourself that nobody could actually see under the table and Rafe had been correct when he told you nobody was looking. To be honest, the feeling of him touching you did not compare to any feeling you have ever had in your life. You really, really wanted him to do it again. But maybe not at the club.

The next day, you go over to Rafe's just after dinner, and you finally have your head on straight. You honestly, truly want to have sex with him. You trust him with your heart, so you should trust him with your body, too. He invited you over to just hang out and watch a movie in his room, not bringing up sex at all. So neither had you. But you surely did plan on it.

Rafe's laying in his bed on his phone when you enter. He smiles up at you and stands, coming to give you a kiss.

"How was your day?" he asks you, setting your stuff down on the chair in the corner of his room.

"Fine," you shrug, "What about you?"

"Same," he replies.

He lays down on the bed and opens his arms for you to crawl in with him. He wraps both of his arms around you and holds onto you for a long time, neither of you saying a word. Having the presence of the other seems to work for the both of you.

"Rafe," you say after a while, afraid he's fallen asleep.

"Hmm?" he hums to you, sounding like he's getting sleepy.

"How does tonight sound?" you ask him, moving so your chin rests on his sternum as you stare up at him.

He opens one eye and looks down at you, trying to figure out if you're serious or not. When he believes you, he pops open his other eye, then brings his hand up to stroke your hair.

"I'm not pressuring you, baby. When you're ready," he replies.

You are silent only for a minute, then move your eyes back up to look at him.

"I'm ready now, Rafe."

His head snaps down at you, a grin forming at the corners of his mouth. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then relaxes again.

"Are you sure?" he asks, searching your eyes for even an ounce of hesitation.

"One hundred percent."

That's all he needed to hear. He grabs ahold of you and flips you over on the bed, crawling on top of you and attaching his lips to yours. His tongue quickly starts exploring your mouth. This time, you don't object when he pulls your shirt up off your body, and when he looks down at you, he groans and kisses you again.

Every move he makes feels even better than the last. You love watching as he removes his own clothes, as he kisses down your stomach, to your underwear, pulling them down. Every moan and sound you let out only feeds Rafe's ego, knowing no guy has ever made you make those sounds before. It's literally music to his ears.

His head is between your legs before you know it, and you moan as he leaves small, wet kisses on the inside of your thighs.

"Tell me again," he whispers against your leg, kissing you again.

"Rafe," you whimper, wanting him so bad.

"Tell me again, baby, and I'll take care of it."

You let out a frustrated sigh as you stare up at the ceiling. You have never felt this need, this hunger, this want, for anyone else in your entire life. You just want to feel him, everywhere. All over you.

"I want you to be my first, Rafe," you tell him, feeling him smile widely against the inside of your thigh.

It's just what he wants to hear as he moves his head a few inches over, and gets to work. He listens to every groan, every whimper, every moan of his name, and he fucking loves it. He vows to himself that he's the only man that will ever hear you make those sounds, and his name will be the only one you ever scream out.

When he's finished with you, he kisses back up your stomach, still able to taste you on his tongue. He finds his way back up to your lips, giving you a long, deep kiss in hopes that you can taste yourself on him.

He reaches over to his nightstand and opens the drawer, grabbing a condom from it without breaking your kiss. He puts it on himself, smirking at the idea of eventually teaching you how to do it for him, and then kisses you again.

"Rafe," you say again, the desperation audible in your voice.

"Are you sure, babe?" he asks you one more time, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

"Oh, my God, yes, Rafe," you nod your head. You've never been more sure of anything in your life. You know for a fact he will be taking such good care of you.

"Well," he smirks to himself, "You'll be saying that a few more times tonight."

You laugh and whack him on the chest, but you're sure he's right. If it feels half as good as what he had just done to you, you'll count yourself lucky.

You feel pressure and a bit of pain as he enters you, but are relieved when Rafe lets out a very loud, satisfied groan.

"Holy fuck," he swears.

You whimper, but keep yourself relaxed, knowing it will help it hurt less. He looks down at you and kisses you, moving extremely slow inside of you so as to not hurt you. He moves his head down into the crook of your neck, mumbling out more curse words.

"You okay?" he asks you after another minute.

"I'm okay," you confirm, the pain finally starting to subside.

"Just tell me when it starts to feel better, I'll go faster."

You nod but don't speak, just try to adjust to this new feeling. After another minute or so of him moving very slow, you tell him he can go faster. He obeys immediately, groaning and cursing even louder now.

"Jesus, baby, you feel so good," he tells you, making you smile.

Every fear you ever had about Rafe not wanting you goes away as you listen to the sounds he makes. After a few minutes, it starts to feel like heaven for you too, and Rafe feels relieved once you start moaning and telling him to move. The second you say his name, he spills everything he has into the condom.

When he pulls himself out of you, he's almost thankful that it was your first time, because he's embarrassed he didn't last long. You just felt so damn good around him.

"Oh, my God," he pants as he collapses beside you on the bed.

"I know," you agree.

He turns his head to look at you, watching your chest rise and fall with your breaths. You look so beautiful, and it's still so unreal to him that you chose to trust him with such an intimate moment of your life.

He reaches over and pulls your body into his, wrapping both of his arms around you and kissing your shoulder. You feel extremely lucky, like you definitely made the right choice on waiting for a guy like Rafe to come along.

"Thank you for trusting me," he whispers in your ear, then brings his lips down and kisses your neck over and over.

"Thank you for being so sweet and understanding," you smile, stroking your hand up and down his arm.

You turn around in his arms after a few minutes and stare at his face, taking in every single little detail you can find. His kind eyes, his sharp jawline, the way his hair gets in his eyes when he doesn't gel it back.

"You're beautiful," he whispers, smiling softly at you.

You know he's full of shit, but the comment makes your stomach turn. In a good way.

"Thank you," you reply.

"Do you regret it?" he asks you after a minute, afraid of your answer.

"Hell no," you smile at him, which makes him smile in return.

"Good," he laughs, "Because, just for the record, I plan on being your one and only. Never to be touched by another man as long as I shall live."

You set your head on his chest and giggle, feeling his arms pull you into him.

"Is that a marriage proposal?" you scoff.

He laughs, then looks down at you with a cheeky look in his eye.

"Maybe after round two," he said, then moves quickly out from under you to on top of you.

You laugh loudly, yelling out as he lands on you. Rafe Cameron can't remember the last time he was this happy. So yeah, he's pretty sure it'll turn into a marriage proposal. Married after dating for a month? Crazier things have happened in OBX.

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slasherhaven · 3 years

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howdy!¡,,, i love your writing👉👈. are u taking requests? if so could i request a (oddly specific) future s/o that is spared bc when they were unconscious and Luda was singing she called her mama so Luda decided to keep her bc "I've always wanted a girl" and so she finds herself having to interact and introduce herself to Thomas? If not that's okay dw!

Thomas Hewitt X Female Reader

I’ve Always Wanted a Girl

Word count: 2682

Luda May dabbed a cloth against the cut on your forehead, wiping away the blood. You had a pretty nasty fall, hitting your head and knocking yourself unconscious.

Instead of having Thomas take you straight down to the basement, she asked him to lay you on the couch. You just looked so peaceful in your sleep, so she thought that she could at least take care of you a little while Thomas prepped the basement.

Luda May knew that you couldn’t actually be left alone, in case you woke up and escaped. So, she went about her business, cleaning up the living room. All while humming and singing softly to herself.

Your hearing rang in your ears as your consciousness slowly returned to you, eyes blinking open but vision blurred. You slowly started to process the sound of somebody singing, a blurred figure moving around the room. The song sounded familiar...something your mother used to sing to you as a child.

“Mama?...” you weren’t even aware that you spoke, but the older woman heard you instantly.

Your voice halted Luda May in her tracks, making her turn to you. A small smile formed on her face, well isn’t that sweet?

She walked over to where you lay and sat down beside you. “You’re alright now, Dear” she cooed to you, brushing your hair out of your face. The touch and shushing was comforting in your dizzy state, and it lulled you back to sleep.

Luda May looked up when she heard Thomas enter the room, probably to take you down to the basement. “Leave her be, Tommy” she smiled, earning her a confused head tilt from the large man. “I’ve always wanted a daughter” she confessed, making her intentions known.

Thomas just nodded, accepting her decision. He didn’t mind so much as long as you didn’t harm anyone, but he was sure that Hoyt wouldn’t approve. Though...Luda May would certainly get her way.

“Thomas, be a good boy and take her up to the spare room, will you?” she asked.

Thomas nodded, walking over to you and Luda May stood up. He carefully slipped an arm under your shoulders and another under your knees, lifting you off of the couch and holding you against his chest. He could see what Luda May saw in you, you looked so sweet and peaceful, he just wondered what had happened to make her change her mind so quickly.

Luda May just smoothed a hand over your hair again before letting him carry you up to the small unused bedroom.

Laying you down on the bed, Thomas cautiously pushed some hair out of our face, examining you before pulling his hand away. You were beautiful, even in your state of disarray after everything you had been through that day. There were still the stains of dried tears on your cheeks, but still you looked unrealistically pretty. You were the prettiest, sweetest looking thing in this house, you wouldn’t be a bad addition to the household. At least that’s how Thomas felt while looking at you, before quickly turning on his heel and leaving the room before he caught himself staring too long.

And that’s the short version of how you became the newest Hewitt. The family was obviously still cautious of you, watching your every move, but they made it clear that you were one of them now. Maybe you just had no backbone or maybe you were a realist, but you accepted your fate with some time and tried to adapt to it.

Luda May had insisted on you referring to her as “Mama”, and you did to keep the peace, Monty bossed you about most of the time, and you avoided Hoyt as much as you could since he seemed to be the least happy about your presence. Luda May had seemed to take on a motherly role with you, speaking to you as if you were her daughter, asking you to join her with chores and cooking. It had become a little routine for you now.

Then there was Thomas. Luda May had introduced you to him, he had nodded and shook your hand when prompted too. His hand completely engulfed your own, but his hold was surprisingly gentle despite the strength you could feel he possessed.

He didn’t talk much...ever, actually, and he seemed to avoid you a lot. If you didn’t need to be in the room together, he wouldn’t be there, hiding away somewhere else in the house. Though, when you were in the same room, you could sometimes feel him staring at you. You were sure he didn’t notice it, otherwise he would have surely been more subtle about it. Whenever you looked over and caught him staring, he would stare at the floor or his hands in shame.

Truth be told, you weren’t sure what to make of the large man. He was intimidating and had a threatening stature but he never gave you true reason to fear him. He was quiet and gentle whenever he had to interact with you, he was downright timid, and he seemed to have the same avoidance you had with Hoyt.

You could tell that he was closer to Luda May, his mother. She had told you the full story of how she became Thomas’ mother, having found him cold and alone as an infant. Thomas hadn’t looked at you while she told the story, like he didn’t want to see your pity.

“Oh Thomas!” you heard Luda May’s concerned voice coming from the entrance of the home, “what have you done?”

With a small frown, you wandered out of the kitchen to see Luda May fussing over Thomas. He was holding a dirty, blood soaked rag against the palm of his hand. He just shook his head, silently assuring her that he was fine.

“If you’re not going to take care of it, I will. Go to your room, I’ll be up in a moment” spoke like a true mother, you smiled a little bit to yourself. As much as you hated to admit it to yourself, you were an honorary member of this family.

Thomas huffed, making you smile again, before nodding and marching up the stairs.

Luda May muttered to herself, shaking her head as she turned to you. “Oh, Y/n, dear. Come with me” she encouraged, passing you as she walked into the kitchen. You followed behind obediently.

“Thomas has cut open his palm. Probably on one of those cars, they’re death-traps” she told you as she started digging through one of the kitchen cabinets. You decided against pointing out the irony.

“Now I have to convince Hoyt to finish the job” she huffed before turning to you with a box in her hands. “Do you mind taking car of Tommy for me?” she asked, presenting the box, presumably a first aid kit of sorts, to you.

“Oh, I don’t think I know how too” you shook your head, eyes widening slightly.

“You clean the wound, clean it with some alcohol to prevent infection, and wrap it with some bandages” she told you simply.

“What if it needs stitches?” you asked, still not taking the box.

“I taught you to sew, didn’t I?” she asked and you nodded, eyes wide at that being the only qualification you apparently needed. “Thomas will help you with the rest” she assured you before thrusting the box into your hands.

You gripped the box nervously before Luda May left the room. Wandering out of the kitchen, you came to the bottom of the staircase. Walking up the stairs was daunting, you had barely spent any time alone with Thomas, and this was definitely be the longest amount of time you spent directly interacting with him.

Finally, you were standing outside of Thomas’ bedroom. You decided to knock, not wanting to be impolite. You heard movement on the other side of the door before it was pulled open, you had to tilt your head back slightly to look up at Thomas’ face.

His eyes were widened slightly, clearly surprised to see you. “Luda May sent me to look at your hand” you explained, glancing down at his still bleeding hand. Even though Luda May insisted on you referring to her as ‘mama’, you only did so when she was around.

Thomas seemed hesitant but eventually nodded and stepped to the side, allowing you to enter his room. You heard the door close behind you as you quickly glanced around. The room was a little bigger than yours but you wondered if Thomas comfortably lay on the single bed in the room, he seemed a little too big for it even though an average sized man would probably be comfortable in it. It was tidier than you expected it to be, no clothes left out or anything.

You turned back to the man when you hears his footsteps behind you, he was still a few feet away from you.

“Uh...should we sit down?” you asked when he didn’t make any move.

Thomas nodded before crossing the room to his bed, sitting down on the edge. You walked over and sat down beside him, leaving enough room to place the first aid box on the bed between you both.

“Let me see your hand” you ordered gently.

Thomas unwrapped the dirty rag from his hand and held it out to you. Carefully, you took hold of his hand in both of yours, turning it slightly to examine the wound. Thomas just watched, noticing how big his hands were compared to yours. He had noticed it when he shook your hand all that time ago but this made it even more oblivious, how you used both of your hands to move and turn it as you pleased. It was cute but the tenderness of your actions was what tugged at his heart the most.

“We should clean away the blood first. I can barely see it” you mumbled, more to yourself than to him. “I’ll go get some water” you suddenly dropped his hand and stood from the bed, with a nervous clumsiness.

You barely looked at him before leaving the room. Thomas shook his head at himself. You were so nervous, even to just be in a room with him. He wished he knew what you were thinking but he was sure that you were afraid of him, probably thinking he would hurt you. He couldn’t blame you. Why wouldn’t you think that? What else could make you so nervous about being near him?

His thought were interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing, making him look up to see you walking back towards him with a bowl of water and a new cloth.

You sat back on the bed, placing the bowl on top of the box that sat between you both.

“Hand” you spoke gently, holding your own out. He placed the back of his hand in your palm, growing unsure when he saw you frown.

You hummed before pushing his hand back again. He was about to insist that he take care of his own wound, it wouldn’t be the first time, but then you pushed the box and the bowl further back onto the bed. He was surprised when you moved to sit closer to him, turning your body to face him and bringing one knee up onto the mattress.

You took hold of his hand again, gently placing it in your lap. He was definitely surprised by your actions but allowed it.

You worked in silence, wetting the cloth and cleaning away the blood from his hand. Thomas watched how intently you worked and how gentle you were being with him, like you were purposely trying not to hurt him.

Once the blood was cleaned up, you placed the bowl and bloody cloth down on the floor and opened the first aid kit. Inside the box was a small bottle of alcohol, a tube of some sort of cream, a fresh cloth, bandages, and the items you would need to apply stitches.

You picked up the bottle of alcohol and the fresh cloth. “This will probably sting” you warned him, looking up at him with genuine concern in your eyes. He just nodded.

You poured some alcohol onto the cloth before pressing it to his injured hand. He didn’t make a sound of pain or pull away but you did feel him tense even more than he already was. “Sorry” you murmured, making sure to coat the hold wound.

Once you were done with that, you placed the now dirty cloth in the water bowl with the other and closed the bottle before placing it back in the box.

You looked back at the hand, squinting at it slightly. You weren’t an expert at tending to wounds, you didn’t really know how deep the wound was or if it called for more than bandages.

“...do you think it needs stitches?” you asked, looking up at him again. Looking a little lost at what to do.

Thomas examined his own hand before shaking his head, smiling a little to himself as you let out a sigh of relief.

You reached back into the box, picking up the tube and smiling as you read the label. “Here, let me put some of this one it” you offered.

He just nodded, placing his hand back in your lap, allowing you to apply the antibacterial cream to his wound. He needed all the protection he can get with his work conditions.

You continued in silence as you finished and wrapped the bandages around his hand, securing them before packing everything back into the box.

“How does that feel? Too tight?” you asked and he shook his head, assuring you that it was fine. “Don’t forget to change them, alright?” you advised, “oh, and keep it clean.”

Again, he just nodded.

“...did you do this on one of the cars?” he nodded again. “Does that happen a lot?” he nodded again, confused about your questioning.

You just frowned, but you weren’t surprised. You had noticed a lot of little scars on his hands as you worked and the house wasn’t exactly hazard free. “Well, you should be more careful” you put a small smile on your face as you met his gaze again.

“I should go and finish cleaning the kitchen...if you need something, let me know, okay?” your offer seemed sincere enough, so he nodded. You were used to his silence.

You stood and collected the items you had brought in with you, heading for the door. When Thomas realised that your hands were full, he shot from the bed, hurrying over to open the door for you.

“Thank you” you smiled before leaving the room. “Tommy” his name made him stop closing the door, pulling it fully open again to look at you. You stood in the hallway now, items piled in your hands, a timid look on your face. “We should hang out more, I feel like you keep hiding from me” you let out a shy laugh.

Thomas was stunned. You wanted to spend more time with him? He nodded before he even realised he had. But he was glad he did because it seemed to put a smile on your face before you turned and headed for the stairs.

As he watched you disappear down the stairs Thomas became aware of a realisation that filled him with shame and dread. There was no way you would be so kind to him, even be in the same room as him, if you knew the way he thought of you, how he felt about you.

It’s why he had avoided you for so long, admired you from a distance. He didn’t want to scare you and he was nervous around you. Ever since the day he carried you up to the spare room, he had been infatuated with you. He had been enraptured by your beauty, and then in awe of your kindness considering your circumstances.

He loved you...

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meltingpotimagines · 3 years

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Boyfriend!Bakugo

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you for 100 followers!! I still can't believe 100 people have liked what I've written enough to follow me asjksjkd I appreciate every single one of you and will do my best to keep producing even better content 🤍

okay

if you have any sweet thoughts about katsuki as a boyfriend, imma need you to leave them at the door thanks

he's not kirishima

this boy is an explosive punk

but i mean isn't that the appeal?

i do however headcanon him as a lowkey mama's boy

and you know what they say about mama's boys

how they treat their mom is how they'll treat you

hope you can keep up in an argument asjdksjsk

imma be honest

did not like you at first

but it's okay bc he doesn't like anyone at first

he doesn't like most people at all aksjsj

but somewhere along the line you became less annoying than the others

more tolerable

almost... enjoyable to be around

he even liked you more than kirishima, not that he was willing to admit it

partially bc that would mean admitting to liking kiri and he was not about to acknowledge his feelings like that

honestly it didn't hurt that you didn't seem to be afraid of him

you said hi to him whenever you saw him, and you invited him to a party you threw a while back

and your smiles were never... forced

they were genuine and kind and it didn't seem like you had anything against him??

which makes no sense bc he's

him

loud and explosive

even his classmates only tolerated him baby they like you and kiri and denki frickin LOVE you hush

you definitely piqued his interest

so when he found out you needed a tutor, boy nonchalantly offered to tutor you

and by nonchalantly i mean practically j u m p e d at the chance but in a way that made it seem like he was only doing it so you'd owe him

which... would be a little challenging bc he's not the most patient person in the world

but he is one of the smartest in his class so you were willing to make it work plus he's super cute soooo

surprisingly he's more patient than you thought he'd be?

he's not deku but he's not screaming at you or bonking you on the head like he did kirishima asjdkad

he actively did his best to be patient and understanding, which shocked the entire class when they found out

kiri and denki had figured out from that that katsuki liked you and immediately started encouraging him to ask you out

which obviously he fought bc no wdym i don't like anyone

l i a r

did they accept that answer? no

took a few months of them constantly pushing and risking being blown to bits before he finally accepted that he likes you

still took him a little longer before he could work up the courage to ask you out

you know he's insecure, he had to make sure you weren't going to reject him before putting himself out there like that

and considering you were painfully obvious about your crush to everyone b u t him, kiri had no problem reassuring him that you wouldn't turn him down

he was a frickin t s u n d r e when he asked you out, but of course that didn't stop you from saying yes

nor did his slightly stand-offish attitude stop you from going on more dates

he was trying his best and you knew that

the dates were simple but (for him) sweet

he'd hesitate for a moment before quickly grabbing your hand to hold, slightly blushing and refusing to look at you

he'd buy you a snack from a street vendor when he bought himself one and act like it was no big deal

occasionally if he was really struggling with his emotions, he'd "buy himself a snack" and take one bite before giving it to you

he most definitely actually bought it for you but he wasn't going to admit that

honestly he was even awkward when he asked you to be official

"so... we're dating now. you're mine. aight?"

this frickin loser aksnsjs

but it's okay bc he's a cutie

and angy cutie but a cutie nonetheless

and now he's your cutie~

and boy if it ain't an interesting experience

he's ticklish on the sides of his neck only

you only found out bc you had your face buried in his neck while cuddling and he flinched slightly when you sighed

it was barely noticeable, but you were in tune with him well enough that you noticed

threatened to punch you if you ever dared intentionally tickle him

it was an empty threat and you both knew it

luckily for him, you agreed to not tickle him most of the time

definitely the type to hold your hand 24/7 while driving

like, he doesn't let go even to shift gears, just uses your hand to do it

will make you food when you're sick

or if there's something you really really wanna eat

it's one of his ways of saying i love you without actually saying it

gets jealous easily but never in a way that's directed at you

if he notices someone checking you out, he'd show them that you're his

what he does depends on how interested or sleezy they seem

if it's not much, he'll just grab your hand or wrap an arm around your shoulders

if it's a little too much for his liking, he'll wrap an arm around your waist or peck your cheek or lips

if they're r e a l l y lookin, he'll pull you into him and give you a deep kiss before locking eyes with them, a fire in his that just screams "get lost"

honestly comes off as more protective than jealous if you know him well enough which you do~

also

if someone smacks your butt, grabs you, or gropes you in a n y way

hope they picked out their casket bc they w i l l die

that boy will beat the living crap out of them

w i t h o u t his powers just to make it worse and to avoid getting in trouble bc this boy is a future hero

when you hold hands, he does the thing where he rubs your thumb with his

90% of the time he doesn't even realize he's doing it

it just helps him relax a little more and maybe just maybe helps remind him that yes you a r e real and there is indeed someone who loves him that much but you didn't hear that from me

he's not usually the greatest at initiating any kind of physical contact, but sometimes if he's feeling really cuddly or missed you a lot, he'll just kinda throw you over his shoulder and take you to bed to snuggle

if you're willing, he actually really likes working out with you

you encourage him, he encourages you (in his own way ofc)

and he takes care of you, but like... wordlessly

like he'll bring you a towel if he notices you need one or fill your water bottle when he fills his

he may not say it, but he feels responsible for you

you're his partner after all

everyone else may be extras but maybe- just maybe- you can be a main character with him

#bakugo katsuki #bakugo imagine #bakugo headcanons #bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #my hero academia #mha #mha imagines #mha headcanons #mha x reader #mha fluff #boko no hero academia #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bnha fluff

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still-a-morosexual-help · 3 years

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can we see screenshots of the “pet” chat pls?? i dont think i’ve seen it befpre and now im curious 😋

also i agree with everything that you responded about the servant thing, i just want to add that the way i see it is:

yes they’re both having banter with each other, but i feel like he just calls them that bc of the nature of their relationship of their pact, u know? i’m not saying that having a pact automatically means he’s mc’s servant, but he might feel a bit embarrassed about mc technically being his “master” so he calls them servant just to turn the tables between jokes… does that make sense? idk how to word my thoughts lol. also in one of thise times belphie says “are you sure it’s not the other way around?”

Hi! It does make sense and I can totally see that being one of the reasons! Though at the same time I only partially agree?

And yeah I think Belphie says that in S3 after Mammon calls MC his servant when introducing them to the butcher

(Also heavy S3 spoilers ahead)

So I've been replaying the game and season 1 Mammon is definitely ashamed of the pact, the brothers and other students at RAD make fun of him for it, MC uses it to their advantage and makes him do things against his will, and at the beginning of S1 he's constantly trying to turn it around so that he'd be the one in charge/giving orders

S2 Mammon seems almost proud of it? From mid S1 to almost the end of S2 he brags about being their first man etc etc and maybe some of that bragging (specially at the beginning) is because he's still somewhat ashamed of it and is trying to act like it's all okay, to throw people off but I think some of it's also him staking his claim? For the first time he got something before his brothers and sure it may have been something he was forced into but it's still something that matters

But at the end of S2 Mammon's willing to give up the pact for his brothers' & MC's safety and he says that losing the pact doesn't mean their relationship changes - meaning he wants their relationship to continue on the same way it had when they had the pact. I think by this point the pact was something he actually liked and even used as a security blanket? It was proof that MC wanted him, and given all his insecurities about MC & his brothers this was probably something he needed. But him being willing to let it go was a moment of character growth. And it showed that he trusted them enough to know that they didn't need the pact to care about each other. This moment is also one of my favourites cause it's also the first (and only?) time Mammon initiates a hug and these are MC's thoughts:

Following this point in the main storyline he barely brings up their pact or the whole "first man" thing and I truly believe it's because this moment helped him grow and he doesn't need to rely on the pact anymore. He's secure in their (platonic) relationship.

The next time he mentions their pact is in S3 when MC gets jealous about the 3 witches and he teases them about it but says that they needn't worry cause he wouldn't make pacts with "random humans"

Except MC was a "random human" when he made the pact.

So why did he?

Levi admitted that no matter what, Mammon was much stronger than him and that he wouldn't be able to beat him and that Mammon was the fastest of the brothers. Mammon could have easily overpowered Levi & MC, without hurting them, snatched Goldie and left without forming a pact with a "random human" who could have every well abused the power they gained over him.

Then a few lessons later, in S3, it's revealed that MC & Mammon met when Mammon was still an angel, that he took a liking to them and was flustered around them when they encouraged and supported him. That even though he'd forget meeting them, the effects of that meeting would carry on and that he could possibly be able to see snippets of it in his dreams (the way Asmo did). So MC was never a random human when they made the pact. Meaning that despite everything, he was probably subconsciously willing to make a pact with them.

All this is me just trying to say, the reason why I said I agree partially is cause:

Maybe the basis or foundation of him calling them his "servant" came from S1 when he was ashamed of the power they had over him, but by the time he actually calls them it in S3/his 2021 birthday event I don't think he's ashamed of their pact or that he's worried about them seeing him as their "servant" because they are technically his "master"

Sorry if this seems more rambly than usual/less than coherent - it's a ridiculous time of the nighy/morning rn and I'm tired but restless :)))

That chat's pretty old and I have no idea where to find it but this is basically what happens:

They're talking about animals/pets in the group chat.

Satan asks MC if they have any pets.

MC says "Yeah, I have Mammon."

Mammon sends a sticker of a growling wolf and says "Careful. I bite."

The dialogue's paraphrased but I think it's pretty accurate? If someone has the screenshots, add them pls or send them to me and I'll add them🥺

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pies-writes-and-more · 3 years

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HIHIHI I HAVE A REQUEST IF YOURE UP FOR IT KASJHDASKD i was wondering if you could do tsukishima, akaashi, and kageyama (you dont have to do all of them if you dont want to) with a s/o who loves giving affection but doesn't really take it *seriously* when they recieve it? like they think that the character is joking bc they could never actually be that amazing? (sry if this made absolutely no sense just ignore it if you want kaskjasd)

Warnings: potentially some swearing, Akaashi saying “good girl” which I do think deserves a warning, Y/N having some insecure moments, but all fluffy endings promise!

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Akaashi Keiji, & Kageyama Tobio, all with a fem!Reader

A/N: okay @lucyheartfilias-wife i know this took foREVER for me to finish and I’m so sorry xD but i kept going back and forth between ideas so this is what we ended up with! I hope they’re decent enough!! <3 Not of the following gifs are mine! Creds to the original creators :)

Haikyuu Masterlist

Tsukishima Kei

If Tsukishima knew one thing, it was that he was a lucky boy. Somehow he had managed to make a girl who was probably made of sunshine and rainbows, like him back and somehow figured out how to keep you around.

Although he always had an annoyed look on his face when they did, anytime the team asked about you or mentioned you to him, he was always happy to subtly brag about you.

“Our little Tsukishima has grown up hasn’t he?” Sugawara laughed, slapping pats to the back of the tall first year. “You’re not blackmailing her are you?” Tsukishima just rolled his eyes in response.

“It must be nice to have such a pretty girl around!” Noya whined loudly, punching the wall angrily.

“It is,” Tsukishima smirked, enjoying the immediate anger that Noya tried to turn on him. Daichi held the wild libero back with an exasperated smiled, shaking his head.

“She’s really smart too isn’t she?” Hinata gaped, having only really heard of this girl that Tsukishima was dating but Yamaguchi said it was a girl in their class so she had to be smart.

“Anyone’s smart compared to you,” Tsukishima scoffed but shrugged. “She’s the top of our class.”

Everyone made sounds of excitement and surprise, the upperclassmen nodding in approval, “Who knew this salty bean pole could find someone smart and pretty to like him back?” Tanaka snickered and Tsukishima just rolled his eyes.

You hadn’t meant to overhear the conversations happening in the club room but you were just waiting for your boyfriend against the railing. To say you were a bit embarrassed was an understatement. And that embarrassment was probably written all over your face because when Tsukishima finally came out, his cheeks turned pink seeing your expression.

“What?” He asked after a beat, avoiding your eyes as he started to walk towards the stairs.

“You know you don’t have to lie to your teammates right?” You asked him eventually, giving him a small smile. “I’m sure they know you’re just being nice.”

For once, you had actually surprised Tsukishima. Normally he could tell exactly what you were thinking but this time, he actually stopped in his steps and looked at you like you had grown a second head in the last few moments.

“Lie?” He asked, tilting his head up in thought before scoffing a bit, “What part of what I said was a lie? For that matter, how much of that nonsense did you hear?”

The word nonsense rang in your ear repeatedly, echoing all your insecurities further into your subconscious, “I dunno, how much were you saying?” You retorted, glancing at him with a shrug. “Come on, I wanna get home before it gets too dark,” you decided when he didn’t answer right away. The two of you started walking, Tsukishima clearly deep in thought because for once on your way home, he wasn’t complaining about the boys or listening to music. He was just… walking.

“When did I lie?” He finally asked at your doorstep, as if realizing if he didn’t ask now, he never would. He grabbed your wrist before you could turn away and leave without answering him, tugging you closer so he could look right into your eyes (he could always tell when you were lying to him).

“What?” You squirmed a bit. You knew exactly what he was asking but did you really want to admit it?

“You said I lied to my teammates. What did I lie about?” His frown was tight, eyes as serious as ever. “I’ve been thinking about everything I said to them and I can’t think of a lie that I told. Was it about everyone being smarter than Hinata? Because I really was telling the truth.” The little smirk at the end made you feel like he was trying to keep this lighthearted. But the topic weighed so heavily on both your shoulders.

You could feel Tsukishima keeping your gaze right on him, and knew if you looked away, he might just get more upset. So you were forced to just look at him awkwardly, as if he was looking through your very thoughts.

“I asked you out didn’t I?” He continued when you didn’t respond right away. “Doesn’t that make you my girlfriend?”

You let out a little laugh, surprised that that’s what he had come up with after that very silent walk home. “Yeah, I suppose so,” you smiled, finally pulling your eyes away from him and staring at your hands as you fiddled with your fingers.

“So what-”

“They’re just being nice,” you tried to tell him awkwardly, cutting him off from asking one more time. “I’m not… I’m not everything they’re pretending I am. And you don’t have to keep up the charade with them.”

Tsukishima’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, what charade could you possibly be talking about.

“I know I’m not as pretty as your managers,” you explained quietly. “And I’m sure being surrounded by them all the time has got you having some high expectations and standards for girls. That’s why I was surprised when you asked me out… but I know it’s probably just cause we’re always together and we study together. I know I’m pretty helpful when it comes to schoolwork so-”

Tsukishima started laughing. Like genuinely, throwing his head back, from the bottom of his belly kind of laugh. Your eyes widened as you watched this normally cool and collected idiot snicker himself practically to death.

“T-Tsukishima?” You blinked, poking him a little to make sure he wasn’t just having some sort of weird seizure.

He finally ran out of breath, standing back up straighter than ever and hitting the top of your head (not as gently as he should’ve, how rude), “Listen here, shortie,” he huffed, leaning down slightly so you were forced to look at him. “I have high standards for anyone I even keep around me. The only one who’s exceeded my standards for dating though, is you.”

You watched him, blinking nervously as if he was going to laugh in your face again and tell you it was a joke.

“I didn’t lie to them, idiot,” he shook his head, flicking your forehead. “You’re way too pretty to be as self-conscious as you are.”

Words would never solve your self-consciousness, you knew this. But if there was ever a moment that would ever come close - it would be this one.

“Go inside alright,” he grinned at you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead and shoving you closer to your door. “And the next time I compliment you, you better accept it.”

You couldn’t even retort anything back before he ushered you inside, gave you a cheeky wink, and started to head home.

You were still very bad at accepting Tsukishima’s compliments and almost felt tortured with how much he could try to get you to understand how much he loved you. So naturally, Tsukishima just did it more and more.

Everything you did became a compliment, just to make you all hot headed and make him chuckle. He would praise you for being one of the smartest people he knew after a test or assignment, he’d say you were the cutest person up on the stands after his volleyball games, would just shower you in aggressive amounts of affection (well aggressive for him).

And then one day…

One day you day you didn’t fight back as much. And Tsukishima just smiled because he would never say anything to you he didn’t mean.

Akaashi Keiji

Akaashi was literally an embodiment of everything that someone could want. He was calm and wonderfully humble, his voice was like a mellow song that you could fall asleep to and he had the most amazing biceps that just made your heart flutter every time you saw them.

He was everything you could ever dream of which was both incredible… and not at the same time. It almost hurt to know that he was this unobtainable boy standing near you. Sure, you were dating - but how long until he realized you were beneath him? How much longer would it take him to realize that there was better.

You couldn’t hide these thoughts from Akaashi and more often than not, he’d give you a look like I know what you’re thinking, stop that, and then tell you he loves you before you just nod and smile and try to focus on something else. He’d let it go there, but he’d probably spend the rest of the day with you trying to convince you he really meant it.

But today he wasn’t next to you to read your face. Today, he was going to be down on that court, showing off his incredible reflexes and sports ability, and you would be up here. Blending in with the crowd. You were a filler character - something to fill the stands with and not be noticed. Unoriginal. Boring.

“Y/N!” Bokuto ran to you, grinning as wide as ever. “Look what I brought you!” He held up Akaashi’s jacket happily, waving it over his head as he jumped up and down in front of you.

You tried to put on a smile, as if you hadn’t just been spinning in your insecurities a few seconds ago. Your eyes focused on the jacket that Bokuto was trying to put on you, blinking as you came to the realization that he had 100% stolen this from your boyfriend without his knowledge, “Bokuto, won’t he need this?” You offered with a small laugh.

He shook his head with a grin, “He practically discarded it somewhere. I thought I’d come bring it to you! It would probably make him super happy to see you in his jacket! And you look so cute in our colours!” Bokuto declared, patting your head. You tried to start telling him that he should bring it back and that you weren’t really sure Akaashi would want you wearing it, but suddenly you could hear his coach on the court screaming from him to get his ass back down there. “Whoops! Gotta run! Cheer hard for us!” Bokuto gave you a thumbs up before running down.

You stood there for a moment, face feeling hot as you start to smell Akaashi’s scent on the jacket. How did he manage to smell this good all the time?

You could hear whispers from people in the stands, some people wondering who you were or if you were Bokuto or Akaashi’s girlfriend, since it was Bokuto who gave you the jacket.

All the ruckus from his coach made Akaashi actually look over, smirking a bit while Bokuto was getting scolded. He sheepishly made his way over, trying to seem all innocent to his best friend.

“Where the hell even were you?” Akaashi asked, throwing him a toss as the boys warmed up.

“Oh! Just dropping something off to Y/N for you!” Bokuto grinned, nodding in your direction as he received the ball nice and high.

Akaashi shouldn’t have looked over. But he did. His eyes locked onto you and saw you in his jacket and for a moment, he definitely spaced out. His whole brain was just thinking about you and nothing else and he didn’t knock himself out of it until Bokuto’s pass knocked him right in the head.

“Akaashi! Are you okay?” Bokuto laughed, knowing the pass had been pretty soft. Akaashi’s cheeks turn a bit pink as he shook it off, running after the ball.

You were wearing his jacket. And you looked so good in it.

After a complete win for the game, Akaashi was so hyped up to see you. You had worn his jacket the whole game and he had to avoid looking at you because you were just so distracting.

But now that it was over, he wanted nothing more than to swoop you into a hug and admire you. You gave him a huge grin when you caught up with the team, excitedly cheering them for their win and giving Bokuto high fives.

Akaashi watched you with a small smile on his face. You glanced over at him and gave a nervous sort of smile, noting there was a difference in how he was looking at you. “Oh! Here, you’ll get cold soon when your adrenaline stops pumping,” you said, pulling the jacket off.

“It’s alright,” he insisted, smirking a bit down at you. “You look gorgeous, I don’t want you to take it off,” he admitted with a smile, patting your head adoringly.

Your face gets all hot again, avoiding his eyes quickly, “Alright alright, Mr. High Off Of A Win,” you laughed nervously, poking at his chest gently. He raised an eyebrow at your dismissive behaviour.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t go spreading stuff that isn’t true,” you shrugged, shoving your hands in the jacket pocket. Sure, you liked the jacket but there was no way you were as pretty as he was making you out to be. Gorgeous? No way.

Akaashi’s eyes darkened slightly hearing this, taking your chin into his fingers and tilting your chin up so you were forced to look at him, “You think I’d lie to you?”

The question made you shrink inside, noting his hardened expression. He didn’t like it when you were hard on yourself, always made you notice all the little great things about you. But this wasn’t a private conversation, and people were starting to stare, which just made your face go even warmer. “N-No,” you mumble out shyly, trying to look away but he kept your gaze.

“Good girl,” he smirked at you, tapping your nose gently, “Now take the compliment. And wear my jacket more often, alright?”

You couldn’t help but nod at that point, Akashi smiling in his satisfaction before dragging you off for the team’s celebratory meal. The pit in your stomach that liked to tell you you were a filler character was slightly less intense now, after talking to your boyfriend. Akaashi had such an effect on you and there was no denying it. How could a guy like that be with a girl like you, you would never understand. But there was such an honesty in his eyes, and he was right after all, he wasn’t the type to lie about these things… so maybe. Just maybe. There was some truth to it.

Kageyama Tobio

Kageyama wasn’t the best at noticing hints and subtle things, and honestly, he’d rather if people were just blunt and to the point with him. But with you, he knew that he would have to learn between the lines. It wasn’t because you weren’t great at communication (and let’s be honest, even if you were bad at it, Kageyama was in NO place to call you out on that), but rather, Kageyama understood that at some point in relationships, it was important to see what the other person wanted.

So when he started really trying to read you, he found himself almost discouraged by a reoccurring instance.

It was real subtle at first, and in that moment, Kageyama probably wouldn’t have noticed. But he probably just smile at you and press a kiss to your forehead, thanking you for always thinking of him.

“You’re always so thoughtful, Y/N. I appreciate what you do for me,” he told you, almost like he was thanking a teacher for their help on homework which just made you laugh.

“Don’t be silly, Kageyama, it’s just a milk box,” you insisted, giving a little wave to his teammates before he left.

But it wasn’t just a milk box and even Kageyama could see that. He had forgotten his lunch today and you had shared yours with him. But he always had a milk with his lunch and you didn’t have one, but he didn’t have the chance to actually buy one before he had to head back to classes. He didn’t think he had mentioned anything about the milk, or even hesitated to eat without it. But you had still gone out of your way to buy one for him and bring it to him after classes.

You had even apologized that it was later than he usually had his milk, as if you should’ve known to get it earlier. Kageyama was amazed that you even went and bought him one. He held the box in his hands for a moment before getting called over to start practice, promising himself to have the drink right after practice.

It wasn’t just that you brushed off his appreciation for what you did for him. Kageyama always felt something was wrong when he complimented you. So much so, he had to awkwardly ask his upperclassmen for help.

“Oh our little Kageyama needs help with his girlfriend hmmm?” Tanaka laughed, hands on his hips like he was some sort of relationship expert.

“I dunno why you’d come to us,” Daichi admitted with a smirk, leaning against a nearby wall as he considered the question. “It’s not like any of us are really all that experienced with girls.”

“But you know how to… communicate,” Kageyama explained, playing with his fingers as he shyly stared at the floor. “I’m just worried I’m… doing that thing that Hinata says I do. Where I think I’m complimenting her but I’m actually hurting her.”

Sugawara chuckled and threw his arm around his first year’s neck, fluffing up his hair playfully, “Aw! Little Tobio is growing up!”

“What kinds of things are you saying to her?” Asahi asked, offering Kageyama a smile as the blueberry boy tried to fix his now messed up hair.

Kageyama thought about it for a moment, not having to think that far back to remember an example. “This morning, she was wearing her hair differently,” Kageyama told them, gesturing towards his hair as if to act out how her hair was. “And I told her she looked very pretty.”

The boys just looked at him, as if expecting for there to be more. “Okay and?” Noya piped up, shrugging.

“That’s it,” Kageyama blinked. “Should I have said something else?”

“Why would you say something else, Kageyama?” Daichi raised an eyebrow, noting the distress in the setter’s eyes.

Kageyama huffed, remembering how you awkwardly turned away, as if he had said something brash, “She just said ‘you don’t have to do that, Kageyama’ and changed the subject. But I don’t know what she meant. Was… Was I not supposed to tell her? She did look very pretty but should I have kept that to myself?”

Sugawara gave him a sympathetic smile, “I think you did fine, Kageyama, don’t worry! Maybe she was just embarrassed.”

The others agreed, Tanaka explaining to him that some people were bashful when it came to their appearances.

“But she’s the most perfect being in the whole country!” Kageyama burst out, his forehead creased with concern. “Why shouldn’t I tell her?”

“Just in the country?” Asahi chuckled and Sugawara smacked his arm.

“Don’t tease him, I don’t think Kageyama has ever left the country!”

“Maybe she’s just not used to you complimenting her. Like how you weren’t too used to holding hands with her at the beginning of your relationship,” Daichi offered, remembering how red the boy’s face was you first took his hand at a tournament. He didn’t even know he had to hold your hand back and just had his hand staying there stiff.

Kageyama nodded slowly - he could understand that. It just took some time and then he was okay with it eventually. Now he would grab your hand out of instinct and it wasn’t something foreign to him.

After talking to his upperclassmen, Kageyama felt a little better. Perhaps it wasn’t his words then, maybe he just had to do it more.

But after a week of trial and error, Kageyama still couldn’t understand why you still seemed so uncomfortable. The day after consulting the second and third years, Kageyama had told you he really liked the way you hummed and that you had a really nice voice (he really did like it, it was his favourite thing to listen to).

But you just flickered your eyes away from him, offering a nervous laugh, “It’s nothing,” you mumbled before quickly asking him about his practice schedule.

So Kageyama thought maybe you just didn’t like talking about your singing. So when the two of you were studying, you noticed his laser focus wasn’t on his work but instead on you. His eyes were so trained on you, it was like how he was on the volleyball court.

“Kageyama?” You blinked in surprise, catching him staring at you. “Are you alright?”

“You’re really smart, Y/N!” He blurted out, a firm nod afterwards like confirming what he was saying. “I appreciate you always coming to help me work!”

But you just squirmed in your seat, turning your eyes back to your work, “I really don’t know all that much.”

It had been a week of this back and forth, Kageyama desperately trying to find what was going on. Was it him? Was he just not using the right words? Could he actually be being really rude and didn’t realize it? Was it his face? Was he supposed to smile more?

Finally, Kageyama felt like he was at the end of his rope. He didn’t know what to do now.

“The sunset is really pretty today!” You beamed as the two of you walked home from his practice. He glanced over and noticed the brilliant colours in the sky. It looked nice sure, but how could you understand that that looked pretty and you didn’t?

“I think you’re prettier.” He stated simply. Kageyama didn’t really know what lines were cheesy and what weren’t. But you did and your face just overheated immediately in response.

“K-Kageyama, don’t say things like that!” You insisted, staring to walk ahead.

“Wait!” Kageyama yelped, grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you back to him. “What am I doing wrong?” he asked you desperately, his eyes wide and searching yours for some sort of answers.

You stared at him for a moment, confused by his words, “Wrong?” You repeated softly, noticing how upset he looked.

“I…” Kageyama’s voice faltered as he watched your eyes. “I keep trying to tell you how amazing you are. You do all these things for me, you help me when I’m upset and you always help me train. You throw balls for me and Hinata, even when you’d rather be at home. You call me during my jogs just to keep me company. You bring me milk when I forget mine. And you always compliment me when I’m feeling like I’m not 100%… so what am I doing wrong? Because everything I say to you… it doesn’t seem to work.”

Something in you clicked. Is this why Kageyama had been acting so weird this week?

“Kageyama… I do all that because I like you and I want you to be your best,” you explained softly. “And I compliment you because I mean it! Not because I’m trying to make you feel better. Or try to boost your self-esteem.”

There was something in your tone that Kageyama couldn’t place. What was that in your voice?

“Why are you sad when I try to tell you things?” Kageyama was practically begging you for an answer. He didn’t understand how to read things from your tone, he wanted to desperately to understand but he just couldn’t grasp it. “Sugawara told me that complimenting people on things makes them feel good… am I doing it wrong? Please just tell me, I’ll be better! I’ll be the best boyfriend!”

Your smile was almost sad and Kageyama’s heart tugged a little in his chest, “I don’t want you to say things because you feel like you have to say them,” you sighed softly, now avoiding his eyes. “I know my hair is a mess most of the time, I know that my singing isn’t some professional level shit, and I know I’m not the model kind of girl or those gorgeous girls who come to your games. I don’t need you to try and convince me otherwise…”

Kageyama’s mind felt like it was blowing up. What were you talking about?

“Don’t be so stupid,” Kageyama whined, huffing at you and poking your forehead, “You think I’m lying about these things? You think I say them because I feel like I have to?” Kageyama shook his head, taking your face into his hands. “I’m not the best with words, I know this. But you are…” Kageyama’s face twisted into a funny expression as he tried to find the words he wanted, “the most perfect thing. You’re like when I make a perfect set and the spike goes right past the blockers!”

You couldn’t help but smile as he went on talking about volleyball. You weren’t surprised - he often related things to volleyball to understand better.

“You… are the perfect jump serve. Seeing you is like I’m winning full sets at Nationals!” He expressed, looking at you with wide eyes in hopes you were understanding. “I’m not trying to make you feel better about yourself, Y/N. You are everything I could possibly want. You make me feel like volleyball isn’t the only thing that matters anymore. I want to hear you sing all the time and I love your hair no matter how you think it looks.”

Your eyes were welling up with tears as he spoke dramatically, looking up at the sky as if that would help him figure out his sentences better. When he finally looked back at you, he jumped back almost immediately in fear.

“N-No! Don’t cry! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have brought up volleyball again! I-”

You laughed and quickly shook your head, grasping his hands in yours, “Happy tears, Kageyama,” you explained softly, almost immediately burying your face in his chest as you drew him closer for a hug. “Thank you,” you whisper.

Kageyama wasn’t really sure what you were thanking him for but he hugged you tightly anyways. He hated seeing you cry and he would squeeze them all out of you until there was none left if he had to. “You are very pretty.” He stated, pressing a kiss to your head.

And this time, you didn’t argue. You just stayed there in his arms, and listened to the genuineness in his voice.

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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Kim Taehyung- All Mine

HELLO FRIENDS!!

ANON ASKS

Hello my dear Night Owl. How are you feeling today? 😌

So, I saw your X rated prompt list and I was like "Okay. I need to ask for my idea immediately. I want to see their words on it"

Let's go. Y/N and Taehyung are at a party at a friend's place. Y/N is talking with people and some of them are maybe a bit too close with her so Tae becomes jealous. Even if he knows she didn't do anything wrong, he's giving her a silent treatment while fucking her (in a room upstairs) as he try to contain his moans, trying to be as serious as possible (but can't help to make such sexy faces and saying filthy things... oups 🥵) even if Y/N is trying to seduce him like touching his body or begging him to do some noises bc it's making her go crazy etc.... like he's not harsh, brutal or not calling her bad names (slut etc...) but more like he'll give her the best fuck of all time (to reassure his ego and make sure she's his) + 11, 16, 21, 33, 57 🙇‍♀️💛do you think it's possible even if it's a lot to take please? Thank you so much for your time and efforts! I love you 🧡🧡

This is perhaps the coolest, most detailed (and most considerate ask) I’ve ever gotten. No one ever asks how NightOwl is...I was having a shitty week and now I FEEL GREAT THANKS TO YOU!!

11- Oh god, Y/N…Those sounds you make are so fucking hot

16- I love this...pussy...you like it when I say that?

21- That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you? Look up at me like I’m your god.

33- I really wanna fuck the innocence out of your eyes, cutie.

57- Fuck! You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours.

So I’m getting huge frat party, Tae is into Y/N and it’s obvious but of course eh. So she’s like, if he’s gonna be mean, ill be mean back. tease..

LEGGO!!

...

“Come on!”

“No.”

“Y/N, Please?”

“No.”

“Just this once!”

“Nana, for the last time-” you shut your textbook and turned to face her. “I don’t want to go.”

“It’s midterms! They’re finally over! Celebrate for once!” she sighed. Nana was your party-girl super extroverted best friend. The most popular girl in her sorority and by default the most popular in university. “You never actually get to have fun.”

“Within good reason!” you sighed. “A bunch of drunken frat boys, nerds who’ve never sipped vodka a day in their lives going crazy. Not to mention the disgusting smell of Smirnoff Ice?” you crossed your arms. “That’s your crowd, not mine.”

Nana sighed, running a hand through her silky hair. “I know you think that sororities and fraternities are nothing but drunken horn-dogs-”

“I never said that Nana. Those are your friends. I’m the last person you should be seen partying with.”

“Well I want to be seen with you! We’ve been friends since we were in diapers! I just want to spend some time with my bestie.” she stood up. “Just for a couple minutes.”

“Alright you broke me, I’ll go.” you sighed, shoving your book into your bag.

“You will? Really!??” she hopped up. “Y/N thank you.” she took you into a bone crushing hug. “I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.”

You nodded as Nana excitedly told you her outfit ideas. You felt bad. It wasn’t nice to stereotype and yet there you were. Nana was the nicest and sweetest girl, she just loved to party. You promised yourself you’d enjoy yourself, for her sake.

...

You walked down the halls, tapping away at your phone. You passed by the Bangtan Boys, the most well known, most popular, and probably most talented boys in all of the entire school. They would for sure debut before graduation.

“Hey Y/N!!” Taehyung chased behind you in an attempt to catch up. “Hey.”

“Um..Hi?” you raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

“I heard you were going to Nana’s party.” he smiled. “I was wondering if-”

“That probably isn’t a good idea...reputation remember?” you glowered.

You and him had went out on one date. One. It was something that you came to regret when he grew somewhat of a reputation, that would soon come to haunt your ass.

“Y/N-” he sighed. “Come on, we can go as friends.”

“To a party...that’s known for people going into broom closets and fuck?”

“Well it doesn’t have to be a broom closet.” he joked, making you scoff. “Come on, just for a few minutes. Save me a dance and then I’ll leave you alone.”

“....Sure, why not.” you gave in. “Just don’t make me regret this decision.”

...(At the party)

Taehyung was fuming. He watched you laugh in a small group of 2 boys and 2 girls. You were laughing at the top of your lungs kicking back a Screwdriver. He was sure that you hated alcohol but apparently not. You were laughing at something that asshole from his dance class had said. You had forgotten all about him.

You were wearing a school jacket (it had been Nana’s varsity jacket that she insisted went so well with the black skirt she stuck you in.) along with a long sleeved black shirt. You were wearing your favorite shoes he always saw you in.

Sure, you two weren’t ‘together’ but IT WAS THE PRINCIPLE OF THE THING. Everyone knew (well not everyone) that you were (not really) his. He noticed one of the guys in particular was getting a bit too flirty for his tastes. You weren’t that funny, but he was laughing as if you were a comedian. You looked like you were enjoying his company too.

No, he couldn’t have that!

He stormed up to the crowd and grabbed you by the hand, pulling you away from your group of friends.

“Hey!” you protested as you were led up the stairs. “Let me go!”

“Quiet.” was all he said as you were taken into a random bedroom. Before you could protest, he crashed his lips over yours. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, holding your head in place.

“Taehyung!” you mumbled in surprise. “What are you-”

He wrapped his arms around your waist as he backed you up against the room door. He pinned your arms above you head. “You’re mine.” he grumbled. “Mine.” he sounded slightly desperate. He kissed down your jawline, down your neck.

He felts your hands lace into his, relaxing into his touch. He would have been happy had he not been so mad at that asshole flirting with you.

“T-taehyung. I don’t think doing this here is such a good i-idea-uuuhh.” you tilted your head back slightly. He suckled on your collarbone, making your legs shake. “Tae- S-say something.”

Without speaking, he helped your out of your jacket, which you complied. Before he could do anything else, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back towards you.

Shit, how was he supposed to focus when you were such a good kisser. You played with the ends of his hair as he played with your tongue. He hummed thoughtfully, almost giggling at your desperation to hear him.

He let a small moan escape his lips as he grinded his body against yours. He kissed down your neck, grinding his body against yours in need and desperation.

“T-taehyungie~” you whimpered. “Please say something?”

The way you said ‘please’. Fuck! How could he ignore that?

“ Oh god, Y/N…Those sounds you make are so fucking hot “ he giggled. “You really pissed me off, Y/N.” he grumbled. He wrapped his arms around you tighter, trailing his hands under your shirt. “Hmmm~” he moaned.

“What did I do?” you stared up at him, pouting. “I was talking to my friends.” His hands trailed under your skirt now. “Uhhnn~” your hips bucked as he scratched your clit through your panties. “You aren’t my boyfriend.”

“I’m yours though.” he seethed. “I don’t want you to look at, or even care about anyone else but me. I don’t want you to look at anyone else this way.” he lowered himself to his knees, with an evil smirk on his face. “ That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you? Look at me like I’m your god.” he whispered as your eyes followed him. “No one else gets you, no one else gets to take you.” he hiked up your skirt. “No one else gets to taste you.”

Tae yanked down your panties, shoving them in his pocket. He wasted no time in digging his tongue into your heat. A gasp ripped through your throat. You could only hope no one needed this room any time soon. He quietly licked stripes up your slit. You let out quiet mewls and moans. “T-taehyungie~” you whimpered.

“ I love this...pussy...you like it when I say that? “ he finally spoke, meeting your eyes. “Y/N.” he grunted, driving his tongue deeper into your core. He suckled at your clit, coaxing the sweetest sounds from you. He couldn’t wait anymore, he had to fuck you.

In the span of ten seconds, you were taken from the wall, thrown on the bed, already having witnessed Taehyung removed his belt and yanked down his pants to his knees.

“ I really wanna fuck the innocence out of your eyes, cutie. “ he gleamed. “You want to get some noise out of me?” he slowly slid himself into you. “Then you gotta make some yourself.”

A small, high pitched gasp escaped you as you tightened around his shaft. “Taehyung.” you whimpered. You felt his nails dig into your hips.

“SHIT!” he growled out loud. “Y/N, FUCK! I was wrong.” he managed to get out. “Fuck I still care about you.” he moaned. “Shit I want you to be mine.” he thrust into you even more. Sweaty skin slapping against skin. “God.” he whimpered. “Y/N!!”

There it was, what you wanted to hear. He crashed his mouth messily over yours again. He practically shoved his tongue through the gap in your mouth.

“ Fuck! You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours.” he shuddered, twitching inside of you. “You’re mine.” he thrust harder and deeper. “Only..mine~”

A string of loud curses and moans strung out from the both of you. He pinned your arms above your head, refusing to leave you.

You tilted your head back in pleasure. As he came, he laid sloppy kisses along your neck. You could hear his breathy laughs as he kissed your lips again.

“All...mine.”

...(next day tic tic tic)

“Why hello there, Party animal.” Nana joined your side. “Didn’t see you all night! Did you leave?”

“Nope. I was...with someone.” you trailed off. You wouldn’t admit you were with Taehyung until he did first.

“Hey Y/N, you disappeared yesterday.” that same guy you were talking too before joined both you and Nana.

“She was with me.”

You and Nana both looked up, Taehyung took a seat and through an arm around you. “Hey babe.” he kissed your forehead.

“Oh...I didn’t know you two were dating.”

“We just went public.” he glared in reply. Nana looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “You probably heard us in one of the bedrooms.”

Just as quickly as you calmed down, you were freaking out.

“Wait, that was you guys I heard?” Nana raised an eyebrow at you both. “Y/N?”

“Uh...You know what? Yeah.” you confessed. “No use in lying.”

“Damn Y/N, you didn’t tell me you were with-”

“Well I had to reassure her just where we stood in our relationship.” Taehyung cut the guy off. “I’m sure we’ve established just who Y/N belongs to...”

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shima-draws · 4 years

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Me, clapping my hands: SUPPORT COURSE IZUKU! SUPPORT COURSE IZUKU!! ...WITH A PROSTHETIC!!

I’m sure people have had this idea before but I wanted to put my own spin on it!! And now for the info:

-Izuku's been fascinated with heroes since a young age. However, after finding out he was quirkless, he refused to give up, and switched gears to start investing in the support field. He figured if he couldn't be a pro hero he could at least do his best to help them and be a hero in his own way.

-Izuku's an absolute GENIUS when it comes to inventing--he's on par with Hatsume. However, Hatsume focuses more on support items that break convention and are very innovative and unique. Izuku's focus is more on items that actually help heroes on the field and support their bodies, and items that also allow them to use their quirks to their full extent while still being able to control them properly. (Basically, Izuku's gadgets act as a control stick for heroes that go all out i.e. Toshi.) He also makes a lot of gadgets that support disabled heroes, because--

-Izuku has a prosthetic arm! It's his right one. This was the result of a villain attack that he got involved in after meeting All Might. Toshi blames himself for what happened to Izuku because he couldn't get there in time. He and Izuku are very close--Izuku knows the secret behind Toshi's appearance and he knows about One For All. Mirio is the one to inherit OFA in this AU--so Izuku's very close to him as well! Izuku makes support items for both Toshi and Mirio, to support their quirks. Izuku's gadgets have saved Toshi in a pinch a hundred times over, and are designed to support him when he needs that extra push when he's already reached his limit.

There is more ahead~

-After Izuku lost his arm in the villain accident, Bakugou does a total 180 and starts treating him better. From the start their relationship was less strained than in canon bc Izuku went into doing stuff for support early on, and Bakugou didn't see this as much as a threat compared to if Izuku still wanted to be a pro hero despite being quirkless. Nowadays Bakugou is VERY protective of Izuku--and both of them have reached a point where they're genuine friends. Izuku teases Bakugou a lot and easily snarks back at him when he's being a little shit. Bakugou won't ever admit it openly but Izuku is his best friend :') He cares about him a lot. He used to defend Izuku constantly back in middle school after the accident, but Izuku soon learned to stand up for himself.

-Going off of that, Bakugou taught Izuku how to fight physically, and they try to spar once or twice a week if they can! It's good practice. Izuku was awful at it at first especially since his sense of balance was off due to the weight of the prosthetic, but Bakugou's a good teacher despite all his shouting lmao. Now Izuku can easily hand his ass to him if he gets into it enough. He can handle himself in a fight pretty brilliantly, even against villains, and Class 1-A quickly learns not to underestimate him.

-Bakugou refuses to get support items from anybody else but Izuku. He bitches at Izuku a lot but Izuku always takes his advice--Bakugou usually offers good tips and pointers on how to improve his gauntlets! Baku always says that while Izuku fucks up all the time (false), he at least trusts him enough to get the job done, while he scorns the rest of the support course fnjdsdd

-Since Izuku isn't in Class 1-A in this AU--guess who is? Yeah, it's Shinsou! Besides Baku Shinsou is probably Izuku's other closest friend, along with Hatsume! Shinsou's got a crush on Izuku and probably knows it won't be reciprocated, but he's fine with that. If Shinsou isn't in class he's most likely hanging out in the development studio with Izuku and Hatsume. The three of them are kinda like a mini Big Three haha, they've got a reputation around UA

-Do not put Izuku and Hatsume in the same room together or they'll bounce insane ideas off of each other and create outrageous things. They get each other super fired up LMAO and go to each other for advice when they need it!

-Izuku has the biggest, most obvious and absolutely endearing crush on one (1) Shouto Todoroki. Bakugou teases him about it CONSTANTLY. The reason for this is because they actually met back in middle school, before Izuku lost his arm--and Todoroki just made a really memorable impression on him bc he was the first person to ever treat him really kindly (they bumped into each other on accident because Izuku was getting chased by bullies, Izuku scraped up his hands, Todoroki chased off the bullies and then iced his injuries, and then they had a really deep conversation about heroes and encouraged each other). Todoroki kinda becomes Izuku's first love in that sense;; ofc it's nothing super serious but Izuku definitely feels all floaty and happy about it afterward. When Izuku gets into UA and notices that Todoroki's in the hero course he almost has a stroke because 1. Izuku gave him encouragement to get into UA waaaay back then and he's shocked Todoroki actually took his advice, 2. He finds out that Todoroki is in fact Todoroki bc they never gave each other their names, so Izuku's Shook his "first love" is actually the son of Endeavor, and 3. Todoroki's grown. He was pretty back in middle school but now. He's hot. HE'S HOT OH NO. After that Izuku keeps noticing him and hears rumors that Todoroki is an ice cold prince type character that has no real feelings. Izuku's like "Someone who takes the time out of their day to save you, heal your hands, and encourage you on your path to be a hero can't be that type of person" so Izuku just KNOWS Todo's actually a very kind boy. Izuku keeps watching him and gets super smitten after the Sports Festival ;) But he's like "He's practically famous, he'd never notice somebody like me, he probably doesn’t even remember me from middle school, haha" (so it's a bit like a celebrity crush). Shinsou and Hatsume bug him about his crush just to see him get flustered and it's very cute lol

-The second time Izuku and Todoroki meet is a goddamn mess and technically counts as their first because Todoroki has a shit memory and can't connect Izuku's face to the boy he met in middle school (also that boy definitely had two flesh arms and Izuku only has one). Todoroki walks in right as one of Izuku's gadgets explodes, absolutely showering him in dust and soot. Izuku freaks out and apologizes a lot while he helps him clean up (while Hatsume is teasing in the background). Note that Izuku's only wearing like a tanktop and sweats, and his hair is all messy and swept back especially since he's wearing his trademark goggles, he's covered in sweat and dirt, he has a really cool looking prosthetic (and Todoroki didn't realize he'd have a thing for that but apparently he does), and Izuku's really fucking toned so Todoroki has a big ol Gay Crisis right there in the development studio. Izuku is INCREDIBLY attractive and Todoroki doesn't know what to do with that info. After Izuku cleans up and manages to get an order for a support item out of Todo, Todo leaves and immediately texts Momo saying, "Yaoyorozu, I think I just had my gay awakening" and on the other side of campus, Momo chokes on her drink. Meanwhile back in the studio Izuku is SCREAMING like "Oh my GOD did that really just happen--did Shouto Todoroki walk in, get blasted by one of my inventions going haywire, let me clean him up and TOUCH HIS CHEST, HATSUME, I GOT TO FEEL HIM UP, and THEN HE ASKED ME TO TAKE AN ORDER, I'M GOING INTO CARDIAC ARREST. TELL MY MOTHER AND TOSHI I LOVED THEM AND TELL TODOROKI I'M SORRY FOR GETTING HIS PERFECT BEAUTIFUL HAIR DIRTY" and she's just laughing her ass off LMAOOOO

-It isn't until their third meeting that Izuku realizes Todoroki doesn't seem to remember him at ALL. And it stings, a lot (but he kinda figured this would happen esp since Todo didn’t recognize him the last time they talked), but he's still happy for the chance to know him now, and get to design support items for him!! Meanwhile Todo's like. Starting to catch on that maybe he DOES know Izuku after all? He isn't sure? But he's definitely falling for him.

I’ve got more headcanons and stuff but yeah this is all the basics!!! I got so excited to flesh this AU out and make designs fnasjkbdnasds it’s definitely gonna be a fun one to play around with!

I want to either call this the Support Course Hero AU or maybe just Support Hero AU would work--what do you guys think?

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honeytae · 3 years

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if you’re open for regular requests i’d love to request lil scenarios of the boys learning english alongside their english-speaking s/o! this is totally self-indulgent i’m doing the TEFL program and i’m going to south korea next year to teach :)

first of all, that’s amazing omg!! congratulations my love, i hope you have the best time over there and please don’t be shy in sharing your stories with us!!! i tried to stick to the boys actually learning english with their s/o but i strayed from that with a few members just bc i ran out of ideas lol but i hope you still enjoy!

fair warning....i’ve never ~seriously~ tried to learn korean, so i’m not entirely certain of the parallels between korean and english. i just hope these are wholesome enough to override that lmao

namjoon:

“You know,” Namjoon looked up from his phone, “I understand expanding your vocabulary, but why are there so many weird slang words?”

“Kids these days?” You shrugged, the man chuckling in response before flipping his phone around to show you what had puzzled him.

“If something slaps, that’s...good?” He wondered, watching as you suppressed a smile at the tweet he was showing you.

You could tell by the profile picture that the user was an ARMY, one of the many fan profiles on the platform, and the tweet was written completely in English.

Although there was a ‘Translate to Korean’ option readily available with just a tap of his thumb, you knew Namjoon never missed an opportunity to challenge himself to be able to fully comprehend what a native English speaker was trying to say.

You nearly snorted at the tweet’s content, smiling as you read it out loud.

“The Dis-ease bridge just saved my life. Seriously, this song slaps.”

Glancing at Namjoon, he raised his eyebrows, eagerly waiting for you to translate and explain what that could equate to in Korean.

“It’s definitely a good thing, Joon. They love it.”

At your interpretation, Namjoon grinned, nodding to himself as he pulled his phone back in front of his face to scroll through more reaction tweets to the new album release.

seokjin:

“What the hell is that?”

You picked your head up from your sketchbook when you heard Seokjin whine from beside you, eyebrows knitting together at his distressed tone. Taking a glance over at his laptop screen, you found his mouse bouncing from letter to letter on one of his weekly english lessons.

“What is that, like 15 letters? How do you even use that in a sentence?” He went on, obviously flustered by the word on the screen.

Pulchritudinous.

You placed your hand over his to stop his panicked counting of the letters, causing him to look over at you with a sigh as he frowned.

You nearly giggled at his reaction, but the genuine fear in his eyes made you stifle it as you soothingly held his hands in yours.

“It’s just an over complicated way of saying beautiful. I don’t know why they’re teaching you that, nobody ever uses it.” You assured him, his eyes going down in size a bit at your words before he nodded.

Watching as a smirk tilted his lips, you raised your brows at the sudden expression.

“What?”

“Well like, I could say I’m...that?” He said, eyebrows raised cockily as he gestured to the long word stretched across the screen.

“Well it’s actually not used like,” you paused, giving in with a shrug as you grinned back at him.

“Sure, love.”

yoongi:

“Why did I skip English class all the time?” Yoongi sighed, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers as he plucked at the skin in frustration.

“Because you were trying to be a rebel.” You answered without looking up from your phone, the man obviously not liking your answer as he reached over to where you were laying beside him to pinch at your hip.

Yelping, you scooted across the mattress to get away from his hand, whining his name with a scoff before looking over at his notepad.

“What are you doing, anyway?” You asked, leaning on your palm as you scanned the rows of scribbled English letters written on the page.

“I’m trying to get better at writing.” He admitted shyly, a small grin on his face to match the fond one on your own.

“Aw,” you pouted, Yoongi raising his eyebrows at your tone, “but I like your chicken scratch.”

“You’re such a brat.” He chuckled, adjusting the velcro on his brace with a grunt.

Since Yoongi’s shoulder surgery took away obvious straining activities like dancing and performing, he’d turned to studying English from the comfort of your bed during his recovery as one of the only safe activities he could partake in for a while.

It was now one of his favorite past times, learning new words and phrases he could potentially use in the future. It worked for you both because it took his mind off the pain and kept him motivated, and since you could speak both his and your language, you could help him out whenever he got stuck on something.

Usually he did lessons verbally on his phone, but it seemed today he had taken the old fashioned route.

“Your handwriting really isn’t bad, Yoongs.” You observed, the carefully placed tails at the end of each ‘a’ making you smile out of fondness for the man.

“My man has the prettiest handwriting.” You cooed, pushing a strand of his stark black hair out of his eyes as he blushed down at his notebook.

“Stop that.”

hoseok:

“Hey, babe?” Hoseok called for you, listening to your footsteps growing closer before you popped your head into the kitchen doorway.

“Yeah?”

“I’m having a little trouble.” He gestured to his open laptop on the counter, you recognizing it as an assignment from his English course.

“What happened?”

“Pronouns. Pronouns happened.” He pouted, his disdain for the new chapter quite obvious as he stared down his computer screen.

“What about them?” You asked, stepping closer to the man sitting at the kitchen island and placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“I need to make ten sentences using proper pronouns and I feel like I’m doing it all wrong.” He explained, causing you to hum as you looked over his sentences.

“These look great, Hobi.” You smiled as you glanced over the first three he’d written, flawlessly executed on the document.

“Can you help me with the next one?” He wondered, you nodding your head as you took a seat on the stool next to his.

“What do you want the next one to say?” You asked, watching as he glanced off to the side in thought, slightly squinting his eyes at the tile floor beneath the sink.

“My house is next to,” He spoke in English, pausing as he searched his brain for what pronoun to put next.

“Theys?” He answered as more of a question, then shaking his head as he switched back to Korean, “wait, no.” He sighed, placing his chin in his hand in thought before glancing over to you.

“I know it’s wrong, I just don’t know what the right answer is instead.” He explained, you shooting him a loving smile as you pushed the dark raven hair off his forehead and pressed a kiss to the newly revealed skin.

“I’ll help you, Sunshine. No worries.”

jimin:

Flopping onto the bed, you let your tired body fall on top of Jimin’s hoodie clad chest, his arm encircling your body as he mumbled a soft greeting to you.

“Hm, what are you learning about today?” You nuzzled into his chest, peering at his phone propped up on his thigh.

“Animals. Birds, mostly.” He answered, briefly turning from the screen to press a kiss to your head before focusing back on the row of English words matched with pictures of popular birds glowing from the device.

The first was a robin, the next a blue jay, and then a dove.

You listened as the virtual instructor prompted Jimin to repeat after her, spelling out the letters before stating the whole word. You smiled as your boyfriend followed instruction, pronouncing the words the best he could after the microphone chimed for him to do so.

“D-o-v-e. Dove.”

“Dove.” He repeated, smiling to himself as the app announced he got the point with a little heart.

“That’s cute.” He went back to his native language, you humming in confusion as you lifted your head up off his chest to look at him.

“The heart?” You asked, reaching up to twist a stray strand of hair out of his eye as he shook his head.

“Dove.” He said again, making you tilt your head, not knowing what he meant.

“It sounds like ‘love.’” He connected the two English words, you smiling fondly at him in response before scooting up the bed to kiss the tip of his button nose.

“You’re so cute.”

taehyung:

Three knocks at the door announced someone’s arrival to your bedroom, causing your head to lift from the novel you’d been so immersed in. Taehyung was home, but you’d wanted to give him space because you knew he needed to work on lyrics for his mixtape in order to submit them on time.

“Hey,” he poked his head in with a small smile, “can you help me with something?” He asked sheepishly, stepping further into the room when you nodded.

“Of course. What is it?” You set your book down, marking your place before closing it to pay full attention to your boyfriend.

“Well, I’m trying to write this verse in English and,” he trailed off with a shrug, “you know.” He finished, you nodding in response with a gesture for him to come sit next to you.

He eagerly walked over to you with his notebook in hand, lowering himself to the mattress before rolling his way over to where you were leaning against the headboard.

Honestly, Taehyung’s English wasn’t bad at all. He was insecure about it, but you’d never really understood what the reason for that feeling was. His vocabulary was more than decent, his comprehension was good, and his pronunciation was great for having such a thick accent.

But there were many times where Taehyung came to you for guidance, as you were a native English speaker yourself.

And so, as he rested his head on your shoulder confiding in you about everything he wanted to say and how he wanted to say it, you patiently took him through what would work and rhyme best, smiling as he hummed the melody to himself to see if the phrases would work in his creation.

jungkook:

“Baby, can you read it to me again before we go on? Just one more time.”

You glanced over at your boyfriend in his makeup chair, several employees bustling around the man as they attempted to get him ready to go on stage while they had him seated.

With his arm extended backward to where you stood behind his leather chair, he offered his phone to you while shooting you a grin through the reflection in the mirror.

Taking the device from his hand, you opened it to the notes app where he’d written what he wanted to say in his statement on stage in just a few minutes.

You were in London tonight, which meant that all of the boys had been rehearsing their English so that they could communicate easier with their audience.

Jungkook, ever the over-achiever, was determined to do the toughest English tongue twister he could possibly find. Not only that, but in a British accent for his British ARMY’s.

“Betty bought a bit of better butter to make her bitter butter better.” You read from the phone, barely able to read the sentence yourself before you glanced up at Jungkook through the mirror again.

You watched your boyfriend nod as his brain took in the words you’d just said, taking a deep inhale before he began speaking the phrase back to you.

You gawked as the man effortlessly repeated after you, a few of the makeup artists stopping as well as Jungkook raised his eyebrows back at you.

“Was that okay?”

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4dtk · 3 years

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NCT DREAM: eating their ass

anon: “Hiii! Can i ask for an nct dream reaction to their s/o eating their ass? I have a habit of eating ass, (missionary style, doggy style) tysm!! have a great day” sure anon! ngl this request caught me a little off-guard but i’m always up for a challenge, hope this is ok! i’m not that much of an expert on ass-eating so this is my best attempt based on the stuff i read ^^

just for a disclaimer: i will not write for chenle and jisung. i know they’re grown up and “legal”, but it still makes me feel a little uncomfy, hope you understand!

NSFW under the cut, MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!

→ MARK is blushing non-stop, fumbling over his words to say something along the lines of “i mean sure, if you, um, want to like, try it out? not sure if i’ll, um, like it but, uh…” so many expletives lmao but excuse the boy, he’s not used to being so upfront about topics like your sex life. you’d def have to kinda execute the “””foreplay””” for a bit longer to just get the mood going bc you don’t want mark feeling uncomfortable. very nervous, but you urge him to breathe as you slowly trail down his body while stripping him along the way.

“that’s it, baby,” you smiled, “keep your legs over my shoulders, you’re doing so well.” mark was susceptible to praise, you knew that, the words coming easily from your mouth as your hand move up and down his cock. you know you’re doing things right when his hands are searching for something to clutch at, settling for the sheets instead. when he whines, you exhale in disbelief at how beautiful he looks.

spit lands on his hole, making him moan out at your saliva dripping down to the sheets before you dig in, pressing your tongue flat against his hole to make sure he’s getting out all the sounds of pleasure you love to hear.

→ RENJUN does a double take the first time you mention it, but i have a feeling that renjun is kinky like that and may have been the first one to bring it up. either way renjun is up for it and a little excited idk this man needs to calm down. when you’re up for it he’s the one to crash his lips into yours, feeling you up and bringing you closer with one hand that you almost forget you’re the one that’s supposed to be pleasing him. but now that renjun’s actually in the moment he’s become a little nervous. nothing makes him back down tho, the this mfer is always fighting with haechan so he probs have nerves of steel. has the prettiest moans and reacts a lot when you actually get into it.

“a-ah! (y/n)…” renjun’s eyes are closed tight, with his ass high up in the air and face planted into the pillows as you’re licking at his hole. a desperate hand is wrapped around his cock to release some pressure, rutting into his hand with a neediness you’ve never seen before.

“stop moving, junnie,” holding him down proved difficult, the twitches and squirming turning you on more than you’d like to admit it. renjun tries his best to listen, but he’s hardly keeping still with his lewd moans and the obscene noises of your tongue that fill the room.

→ JENO freezes in the moment for a bit lol bc i feel like you’ll be the one to bring it up and he’s the one who’s kind of at a loss for words at your proposal. i see jeno as the most hesitant one out of the five of them, but he won't outright reject you. where mark doesn't """mind""" in a sense, jeno might be a little reserved about his choice and your forwardness. you reassure him that it's okay if he doesn't want to, but with a kiss to your lips he takes up your proposal. jeno needs time to kinda prepare tho, and so because of this i can see it happening when he's come back from schedules and is just aching everywhere. after a bath he decides that he wants to unwind, waking you from your sleep.

"babe?" jeno calls out, the smell of your boyfriend's fresh body wash immediately fills your nose, waking you up from the light nap you took whilst waiting for him. "i wanna do it," he mumbles, taking your hand into his as you're still lying down. pecking his palm, you guided him to the bed where he's still naked from the shower. he shivers as he removes his towel, cock already half hard just from his racing thoughts. you don’t miss the shaky breath that he lets out, planting butterfly kisses on his thighs to give some motivation.

"i'll take care of you, don't worry," jeno visibly relaxes at that, letting you do your thing as you give kitten licks to his hole and regrets any hesitation before, thrusting his hips up get as much as contact with your tongue. jeno whines, moving his hips to match the speed of your tongue like no other.

→ HAECHAN the headcanons are correct. the brattiest bitch you’ll ever meet. he’ll probably be taunting and teasing you non-stop until you actually land your mouth on his hole. i can see it coming up in a game of drunk truth or dare or something, or something that hyuck just randomly asked one day about wanting to try rimming. being in a relationship with haechan meant a lot of open conversations, so one day you just drop the bomb casually and is like “you said you wanted to try it out, right? let’s do it now” and hyuck is like sputtering and going ??!!??? he’ll continue to say stuff like “oh~ (y/n), so naughty!” as he’s stripping. ofc you have some prep like making out just to get the mood going and goes absolutely quiet before letting the feeling of your mouth on his ass sink in

“no way you’re gonna do it,” haechan had a shit-eating grin, stripping off his pants. you’re in his arms in no time, moaning into a kiss before falling into the bed behind him. you grind up against his hardening bulge, earning a groan of frustration from the other before kissing down his neck, “if you washed it, of course, flip over baby.” haechan complies immediately, letting your hands guide his hips up.

“i’m clean, of course i’v… w-washed it…” his words fade off into whimpers as your tongue dips around his hole, making sure his cock gets some attention as you eat his ass like a starved bitch.

→ JAEMIN has a confident front, but the poor man’s shaking inside. i can’t tell if he’s excited or nervous, but he doesn’t want to back down so he’s kinda like going straight into a kiss at the same moment you bring it up. jaemin might mention it first too, if it’s something he’s learned online and just wanted to share with you. there’s a gasp if you’re the one who starts the topic on ass-eating, and he holds both your hands with a nervous look in his eye and goes “i… don’t mind trying it” with a sheepish smile. he knows that you wouldn’t suggest or do anything to hurt him and trusts you.

“that’s it, love. relax for me,” you whisper, pulling away from a kiss as one hand reaches down to pump his cock. jaemin releases a sigh and bucks his hips into your hand, legs opening up more to give you more access. his eyes are practically begging, giving him what he wants as you bring his legs up to expose his hole. he’s smiling down at you, reaching out a hand to twine with yours before you began your meal.

“fuck, fuck (y/n)!” jaemin’s groans are pretty, and the breathless pleas he has are prettier, having your interlocked hands as an anchor while he loses control of the way your tongue feels around his hole.

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“Similar Tastes”

An enemies to lovers classic. You and Harry are too similar for you to ever get along...maybe

Hi hi! This is for @majorharry’s 20k celebration writing !!! Hope you all enjoy, I always love to hear from you :)))

The prompts I used: “How about you get off my dick” and “Sorry, I didn’t know”

This gif bc Harry “oh god that’s TEQUILA” Styles is king

Fluff? Smut? But definitely angst? Idk how to describe it bahaha a little bit of everything

Word Count: 4.0k | Warnings: language (there are actually two slurs in this - they’re bisexual slurs and they’re said by the bad guy so just take that into consideration), mature content (not quite smut but y’know), alcohol consumption, girl kissing girl at one point

Pt. 2 is up!

Saturday night. It was finally time to go out with your group of friends and you couldn’t be happier. Well, you could, but what would make you that happy wasn’t possible. If one of the people in your friend group wasn’t there. That would make you the happiest.

Almost everyone has that one person in your friend group who you can’t stand. Like, at first you don’t really know them and then as you get to know them more you just can’t stand them.

For you that was Harry.

While neither of you would admit why you hated each other, it was obviously about how everyone would always compare the two of you. You had practically identical personalities, and had similar fashion taste. At first, everyone else thought you would end up together because it seemed like you were perfectly matched. But the first time someone said, “Oh, Harry, your jacket looks just like the one Y/N wore last week.” Both of you had seethed in complete dissatisfaction.

Naturally, Harry took his jacket off early in that evening and you never wore yours again. You hated being compared to Harry, being told he had made a similar joke or said the same thing about something made you want to reevaluate your entire value system. Maybe it was because you both had such an individualistic mindset, but neither of you enjoyed being compared to anyone and that’s what made it all the worse when people chose to compare you to each other. It boiled down to both of you wanting to be the best at everything - the most unique, rather - that made you dislike the other so much.

So, tonight at the bar, as your group rattled in from the street, you stuck close to your pals at the front while Harry was chatting with someone near the back of the pack. Your eyes had met briefly when you’d seen each other’s outfits. Harry’s a half unbuttoned Gucci cream dress shirt, that was rolled to his elbows, tucked into high waisted navy trousers finished with cream boots and yours a navy bra top with a faux collar and a deep cut to show your cleavage paired with cream high waisted pleated pants and navy loafers. Not exactly the same, but if you had stood next to one another it would have looked planned. You rolled your eyes at him as he narrowed his towards you. You couldn’t wait to order a few drinks and let loose after a hard week at work.

As you all approached a booth, somehow the group shifted and Harry and you were suddenly side by side as everyone was getting in the booth. Then, you were sitting and Harry was right beside you. He tried to cover his groan of annoyance when he realized he’d have to be sitting next to you, once again regarding your outfit with disdain. Your only response was glaring at him. The friend who you had been talking to, Marie, placed her hand over your ring-clad one, that was now gripping the side of the table out of annoyance. “Play nice,” she said. You relaxed at her touch trying to refocus on the purpose of the night, fun.

Soon, a waitress made it to your table and smiled sweetly at all your bright faces. Harry and you were located to her left, and her eyes reached you last.

“Oh! You two are too cute! I love when couples coordinate their outfits!”

Harry’s eyes bulged out of his head and you gave a tight-lipped smile as you tried to keep yourself from having a blood vessel pop in your eye right then.

“We’re not” you began, Harry cut you off, “together, love.”

His expression changed as he smirked up at the waitress, trying to make it clear that he was very much single.

“Oh! My apologies...So what can I get everyone?”

As she began to take the orders, you shoved your elbow into Harry’s rib. You did it for two reasons, for him cutting you off when you were talking and for being so on top of you in the booth.

He turned to you, “The fuck was that for?”

“For being an asshole.”

“Excuse me?”

As you’re about to go off on him about being rude, Marie taps your hand and you realize it's your turn to order.

You clear your throat, trying to shake off your angry tone, “Tequila on the rocks, please.”

The waitress nods and then turns to smile at Harry, he gives you side eyes of disdain, “What’s your most expensive tequila?”

Her smile grew, “We’ve got Don Julio Real and Gran Patron for top shelf.”

“Don Julio on the rocks, please.” He winked.

She nods, scribbling something on her notepad, “Oh! Would you like Don Julio as well?” she returns to you.

You shook your head, “No. Jose Cuervo works just fine,” and glared at Harry once more.

Of course he would ask for top shelf, you thought. Harry couldn't have gotten through saying the exact same order as you, especially after the waitress had already pointed out the similarity in your clothes.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

Being in such close proximity to Harry made you incapable of leaving the bickering alone. Everyone else always ignored when the two of you really got into it, because it honestly wasn’t that interesting. Like an old married couple, though none of them would ever dare say it.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Y/N?”

You scoffed as he turned in his seat to look at you. “Oh, please, you just couldn’t handle ordering the same thing as me. You had to flex that you could order Don Julio!”

“You’re just upset because you can’t.”

“Come off it! I could, but I don’t feel the need to boost my ego by showing off to the waitress that I can afford the expensive stuff.” You laughed at his attempt at snubbing you about what you can and can’t afford.

His eyes darkened and flashed at you and you could see it even in the dim lighting off the bar. “I wasn’t trying to show off, it’s not my fault you don’t care to drink the good stuff.”

“Okay, Harry,” you say sarcastically, waving him off.

He huffed, annoyed that you were the only person he was sitting next to. He had to call across the table if he wanted to speak to anyone that wouldn’t involve you being completely in the way. As he was about to call out to Mitch who was directly across from him, the waitress returned with everyone’s drinks.

“Jose Cuervo on the rocks! And Don Julio on the rocks!” She beamed at the group after finishing handing them out.

Everyone thanked her and she disappeared. You and Harry simultaneously took sips of your drinks.

You wrinkled your nose, “This isn’t Jose Cuervo…”

Harry placed his drink on his coaster and swallowed, licking his lips he said, “I think mine is, tastes cheap.”

“You’re really an ass,” you say as you shove your misgiven drink to him and snatch his from the table instead.

Harry growing tired of your arguing already, “Whatever you say, sweetheart,” he rolled his eyes and took a larger sip of the correct drink.

You take a sip of your own drink and sigh again, “This isn’t even tequila, what the fuck?”

“Ah, no wonder it tasted like shit. What do you think it is?”

“Well, considering there’s only, like, a handful of clear hard liquors besides silver tequila, probably vodka, idiot,” you breathed the last word under your breath, still Harry stared at you with daggers in his eyes. You weren’t actually sure how many other liquors it could be, but you were so pissed off by the whole situation you just wanted to make him shut up.

“Well that’s a bummer, kid. Maybe next time, order a better tequila and she’ll get it right.”

You shoved him, not wanting to wait for the waitress to come back to fix her mistake, “How about you get off my dick and then I can go get something worth drinking?”

Harry huffed as he slowly moved his body up from his seat, yet he stayed so close to the opening of the booth you were practically chest to chest when you slipped out. Due to that, and maybe a little bit on purpose, you knocked your drink forward to get a small amount on him. Not enough for him to be drenched, but enough to bug him for the rest of the night.

“Oops?” you tilted your head and held a sickeningly sweet smile on your face as you looked at his taken aback look. His prominent jaw had dropped as the cold liquid had pooled over his left breast pocket, some of his tattoos now much more visible. You quickly turned on your heel and bounced off to the bar. Harry grumbled and sat back down, Marie leaned over with a napkin, trying to dry him off a bit.

With a fresh drink in hand you weaved back to the table, all your friends were laughing together at something Harry had seemingly said. When you arrived everyone beamed up at you, far more jovial after a few sips of their drinks. Only Harry’s face was sour, but you chose to ignore it and smile at your friends, waiting for Harry to get up to let you into your seat that he had occupied in your absence. When he didn’t, your face began to fall from its smile.

“Are you going to get up?”

“No, just take that seat,” he waves his hand beside him, trying to go back to the conversation he was engaging in before you had arrived.

“But, you’re in my seat,” you pushed.

“You’re the one who decided to get up and leave it.”

“You cannot be serious, Harry.”

“As a heart attack,” he said flatly, and then turned his head to Sarah who was next to Marie.

You looked around the table for help, Mitch gave a slight sad smile like he felt bad, but everyone knew there was no changing Harry’s mind. You knew you didn’t have the strength to yank his large, muscled body out of the booth, so you resigned and took his old seat. There, you kicked Harry’s leg harshly and took a long sip of your alcohol, just wanting to get drunk enough to want to dance and then not be near Harry.

After a second round of drinks, this time the waitress getting your order right, you were feeling better. Harry and you were largely ignoring each other and laughing along with the rest of your friends to some story. Every so often his leg would open up and bump into yours and you’d hit back at it harder, his eyes sliding to your face for a moment and then looking away. He made you so hot with anger and the closeness of bodies in that bar already had the temperature way too high. You gulped at your drink, trying to cool down, but it only had the opposite effect, the alcohol mixing with your blood, heating up your insides, as well.

Then, once the third round of drinks were served, Marie suggested it was time to dance, commenting that some random song that was currently playing was ‘her favorite’. It wasn’t, but whenever she got drunk, every song was ‘her favorite’. However, you were all happy to oblige, feeling restless as the alcohol was buzzing in your systems.

Out on the dance floor, some of the couples in your friend group paired off to dance on each other while the rest of you spread out. You spotted a woman in the crowd wearing a sequin dress that looked absolutely gorgeous on her, her blonde hair reminding you of some rocker chick in the 70’s. While making your way towards her, Harry tried to get in front of you, obviously making his way to her as well.

Another thing Harry and you had in common, the people you typically went for - men and women. Shaking him off with a hand on his chest and a glare, you reached her first and she smiled at you as you complimented her outfit and began to dance with her. Harry resigned to staying with some of your other friend’s when he saw how the woman threw her head back at something you said to her. Soon, she was grinding herself against your front, your lips attached to her neck, hands on her hips.

Feeling particularly happy with yourself, your gaze flitted around the crowded dance floor. Eyes scanning those around you, you soon made eye contact with Harry, who actually wasn’t that far off. His eyes looked a more dull green in the light and he rolled them when he saw you looking up from your place against the beautiful woman. While he still looked on at your languid figures pressed together, you teased your tongue up her neck a bit, causing the woman to keen into your touch. As Harry was about to look away, shaking his head at your antics, he caught sight of a guy approaching you and the other woman.

He said something to the pair of you, but you couldn’t hear him. The woman had opened her eyes to look at the guy and you had removed your lips from her, shaking your head that you didn’t catch what he said.

He repeated himself, yelling this time, “Fauxbians out here trying to catch a real man! How ‘bout we make you total lugs!”

He was loud enough for your friends to hear, including Harry who had been watching the whole scene play out. He pushed through the crowd to get to your side, he might not like you, but he couldn’t stand someone who was homophobic, or biphobic, in this case. You pushed the woman off of you and to the side, she was clearly upset and you weren’t going to let what the guy said slide.

“What the fuck, man? You think it’s okay to say shit like that to people? What year are you living in, like for real?”

As you were about to start really ripping into him, you felt Harry’s presence beside you. You looked over and he looked angry, like really angry, not annoyed or exasperated as he usually did with you. Angry like he was about to grab this guy by the shirt and start pummeling him. Even with all the alcohol in your system, you knew that wouldn’t actually help the situation, even if you did want someone to wipe the smug look off this guy’s face, which had only grown worse since you’d started yelling at him. It was like this stranger was getting off on making these two women in front of him uncomfortable and upset.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Harry spat at the guy.

“Harry,” you turned your body towards him and put your hand on his chest, placing yourself between him and the rude guy, “I’m not letting you get into a fight over what he said. It’s not worth it.”

He had pushed himself almost against this guy, Harry easily hovering over him. Harry looked down at you and then back to the guy, who was chuckling to himself, stepping back from the scene.

He seethed, “You disgust me,” he looked at the man. “Just crawl back into whatever hole your sorry ass came out of.”

The guy just laughed and walked off. Harry looked down at you, his eyes softening instantly. You couldn’t exactly distinguish the look he gave you, you just knew it was something you’d never seen directed at you.

Your brow remained furrowed as you looked at him, then he said, “Let’s get some air.”

You looked around the room for your sequined dress woman, but she was nowhere to be found. So you let Harry take you by the hand out the side exit, to the bar’s alleyway.

Outside, you immediately brought your hands to rub over your exposed arms, the tiny sleeves of your shirt not being enough to brave the brisk night air. The altercation had shaken you up quite a bit and immediately sobered you. Harry stepped closer to you out of instinct, seeing you were shivering, but having nothing to offer warmth except himself. The two of you leaned against the bar’s outer wall and took a few deep breaths.

“Are you alright?” Harry asked, voice slightly hoarse from yelling in the loud bar.

“Fine. You?”

Why was he being so nice, you were surprised he had stepped in at all, but now he was checking in on you past that, it was confusing.

“Of course. You didn’t even let me get a single swing in.”

You scrunched your face at his comment regarding violence. “Why did you even come over? I can handle myself,” you asked, suddenly feeling the normalcy of bickering settle between the two of you.

Harry rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. His pectoral muscles slightly shifted and pushed around his cross pendant in the center of his chest.

“Because he was a dick,” he started, then sighed, “And because I can’t just let some homophobe say a bunch of slurs to my friend.”

Your eyes grew wide and shown in the street lamp, as they looked up into Harry’s green ones. He was slightly sweaty from the bar, but it was quickly drying and leaving a slight sparkle on his skin. His jaw was tensed, as he tried to maintain eye contact with you. You remained silent, unaware how to respond to his statement that he did, despite much evidence saying otherwise, care about you.

Harry decided to continue, “You might piss me off, like all the time, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay for a random asshole to say that kind of shit to you.”

“I’m your friend?” you circled back to what he had said earlier. Your voice was small and also hoarse from yelling in the bar.

“Of course, Y/N, what the fuck?”

“I thought...I guess I never saw it that way.”

“Harsh.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know competing all the time and being annoyed with each other was friendship.” You shifted closer to Harry, your words dripping in sarcasm. Even now, as the two of you checked in on each other and talked about your friendship, you managed to fight.

“That’s just because you’re constantly infuriating me and getting us into fights,” Harry smirked, tapping a finger on your cold nose.

“I think you’ve got it backwards, there, Har,” you winked.

“No, I don’t think so,” he shrugged and pressed closer to you.

Neither of you were very clear on what your bodies were doing, slowly moving so that you had your back against the wall and Harry’s hips were pressed up against yours.

“It’s not my fault you’re always jealous of me,” you breathe, his face inches from yours.

Harry snorted a laugh out of his nose, his eyes slowly blinking and looking away from you, before staring directly at you. “Oh, please, now who has it backwards?” His right arm went up beside your head and his hand rested on the cold stone next to you. His breath, from his laughter and words, fanning over your face, made you close your eyes at the warmth.

You moved both of your hands up to his chest, and he looked down at the movement. One moved up to grip his shoulder and the other fiddled with the cross that had caught your attention when he had folded his arms.

After a beat, Harry said your name, barely above a whisper. Your head tilted up, looking up at him questioningly. You didn’t really understand the position the two of you had shifted yourselves into. “Can I kiss you?” Harry asked.

“Do you want to?”

“Kind of…” He ran a finger over your cheekbone.

Your eyes danced with mischief “Why?”

“Are you serious?” Harry asked in slight disbelief.

“As a heart attack,” you said gravely, throwing the words he had used earlier back at him. He sighed a slight laugh.

“Like I said, infuriating…”

Just as he was about to pull away, you reached up and connected your lips with his. Your hand cupped his strong jaw and brought him closer to you. His warm, wet lips pushed against yours with vigor. There was passion in the kiss. A constant push and pull for who got to be in control. You sucked on his lower lip, trying to get him to open up his mouth, but he declined.

He pressed you further onto the wall, while cradling your head to keep it from knocking against the concrete. His teeth nipped at your lip after a few more moments of fervent open mouth kisses without tongue. You resigned to not getting your way and let his tongue lick into you. Your tongue pressed against his as the two of you continued kissing. While his mouth was harsh, the rest of his touch was mostly soft. The hand that didn’t cradle your head was rubbing up and down your side, only venturing down to your bottom occasionally and squeezing quickly.

Finally, he pulled back, gasping slightly for air. He then rested his forehead against yours and you looked at him from beneath your lashes. One of your hands was now twisted in his curls, while the other was gripping his shirt, over the dried vodka spill from earlier. You smiled as you exhaled a big breath. Harry chuckled giddily.

“That was hot,” you said.

“Y’know, having similar tastes...might not be such a bad thing after all.”

“Knowing us we probably like all the same things…” you trailed off, blushing at the suggestion.

“Why don’t we find out sometime,” Harry winked before brushing his lips against yours once more.

Pecks weren’t possible for either of you though, both of you furiously pressing back together, hungry for more of the heat that came from you kissing.

“That’d be nice,” you whimpered against his lips.

“I think it’d be more than nice…” Harry brought his head down to suck on a part of your exposed cleavage, one of his legs pressed between yours, pushing slightly up into your heat. A strangled moan left your lips as you tried to stifle it. Harry chuckled, his face moved up to right beside your ear, “You’d probably love to have me take you right here, huh?”

His leg pressed up into you and your body automatically grinded down on the pressure. The alcohol and sexual grinding from earlier had gotten you horny and the making out with Harry had definitely heightened your desire.

“But we both know you can’t,” you gained your strength and pressed a little on his shoulders.

As much as you desired Harry right now and he seemed to desire you, as well, he was right. You two were extremely similar and would never actually have sex in a bar alleyway, as much as you might want to in the moment. You both laughed, releasing the sexual tension that was surrounding you.

“I know, but it’s fun to pretend we could...How about we go to my place and see what other fantasies we share?” Harry twisted a strand of your hair in his large hand.

“For once, I’m happy to be on the same page as you, Harry,” you grinned. He picked you up and spun you around, making you shriek in laughter, before heading back into the bar to gather your stuff.

You were quick to scurry out of the bar after telling your friends you were both leaving, tired from everything that had happened. Everyone simply nodded, but the minute you were far enough away they all snickered about the lipstick smeared on the corners of Harry’s lips and your terribly mused hair. Mitch even placed a twenty in the palm of Sarah’s open hand, shaking his head in defeat.

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