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fangswbenefits · 11 months

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Backfire

Summary: The math is simple: you make Miguel jealous + push him past his breaking point = hot rough sex. Too bad Miguel doesn’t do simple.

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

18+. Jealous and possessive Miguel. Edging. Thigh riding. Orgasm denial. Fingering. Creampie.

You should know better than to cross Miguel O’Hara.

It rarely went according to plan, and he’d always end up having the upper hand.

But that still didn’t deter you from trying to change the outcome.

With a dramatic sigh, you flopped onto the couch, swinging your legs over Miguel’s. He shot you a side-glace as the oversized shirt you were wearing, rode up your thighs, barely covering much.

Miguel didn’t mind that you would often steal his shirts, strolling around your shared apartment wearing nothing but one and just panties.

Today was one of those days.

He sprawled one large and warm hand on your knee, caressing it absentmindedly, as he flicked through his pad.

“That new recruit is interesting,” you started, inspecting your nails.

“What recruit?”

“The one from yesterday.”

Miguel’s fingers paused as they were about to trail up your thigh. “Interesting?”

“Cute.”

“Ah.”

You glanced ovet at him, expecting the beginnings of a frown to settle on his face.

Nothing.

The pads of his fingers resumed the light motion, and he kept his gaze fixed on the orange screen.

That was odd.

It usually didn’t take long to rile Miguel up with the threat of other men interacting with you. You absolutely adored teasing him with fake interest in them, knowing it would be enough to make his blood boil.

But it seemed like he wasn’t taking the bait this time.

You needed to up the intensity.

“Maybe I should show him around?”

His middle finger was drawing tiny circles on your skin, but he merely hummed in response.

“… or mentor him?”

He clicked his tongue. “You’d be a terrible mentor.”

You scowled. Deeply.

This wasn not going as planned…

Clearing your throat, you scooted closer to him, the motion causing the shirt to slide further up, now revealing your laced panties.

That caught his attention, crimson eyes darting to the side.

“Terrible mentor?” you huffed dramatically with a pout. “I think he would be better off with me than with Jessica.”

You exchanged looks, both knowing that was a ridiculous statement.

“You get too distracted,” he said, patting your thigh gently. “… and are too distracting,” he added, eyes landing on your panties.

Oh.

You smiled inwardly, tasting the sweetness of victory firing up your heart. Shoving his hand away, you shifted to straddle one of his thighs, lacing your arms behind his neck.

“He’s really attractive,” you teased once again, locking eyes with his.

Miguel set the pad aside and brought his fingers to grip your chin, staring intensely at you. “What are you doing?”

“Me? Nothing!” you feigned confusion, slightly dragging your panties across his sweatpants.

He clicked his tongue, placing the other hand on your hip and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re too obvious.”

The feel of fabric on fabric only added to the delicious friction on your clit, and you smiled deviously. His muscles underneath you flexed ever so slightly, providing more tension.

“Maybe I should meet him tomorrow dressed like this.”

It was faint, but you spotted something crossing his eyes, his lips pressed firmly into a fine line.

There you go, Miguel, you cheered.

He let go of your chin and had the talon on his index finger protrude, grazing the collar of his shirt, before sliding down slowly, popping each button effortlessly.

You kept grinding on his thigh, feeling a gush of wetness spill into your underwear, sipping through and damping him.

Once he was done slicing off every single button you whined, sticking out your lower lip. “That was my favourite shirt!”

“It’s my shirt.”

The sudden exposure was enough to harden your nipples, earning a glance from him, as your breasts bounced softly with each sway of your hips.

You leaned in to whisper into his ear. “I’m yours, too, yet you don’t seem to mind that I hang out with other men.”

The hand on you hip slid all the way to your lower abdomen, and his fingers started teasing the hem of your panties.

“Ah. So this is what you’re doing,” he said with a nod, flexing the muscles in contact with you, earning a low gasp from your parted lips.

“Took you long enough.”

“Didn’t take me long at all, cariño,” he whispered, dipping his fingers to meet your swollen clit. “You’re not that subtle.”

You had unlace your arms around his nack and place both hands on his shoulders to keep your balance.

“You’re riding my thigh while mentioning other men,” he continued, spreading your own wetness across your folds and clit. “You want to rile me up.”

You arched your back into his touch, slowly edging yourself. “Me?”

“You want to ride something else.”

Touché.

At this point, you were too entranced in his fingers to even bother denying it. You let one of your hands drop to his lap, feeling his impressive erection straining to be set free.

One finger teased your entrance and you bucked your hips, desperate for him to slide it in.

His cock twitched under your palm and you glanced down to see a growing wet spot right where his tip was.

He slid one finger first, and soon added a second one, and you let out a strained sigh of relief.

You squeezed hard on his shoulder, holding on for the intense wave of pleasure that was about to hit you the moment you began riding him.

His other free hand snaked in between you two, cupping on of hour breasts, before brushing his thumb across your nipple.

“You’re already close.”

It wasn’t a question.

Miguel knew your body like he knew the entire layout of Nueva York. Months of fucking you had gifted with with unmatched knowledge of what made you tick and yearn for more.

You kept a steady grip on both his cock abd shoulder, trying your best to ready yourself for the impending orgasm that kept drawing closer and closer as he grazed the heel of his hand against your clit.

He growled into your ear as you pressed your face against his, breath coming out in shallow pants.

You were so close.

Your hand pulled down the waistband of his pants, and half of his cock emerged, pressed firmly against his lower abdomen, leaking strings of precum.

The wet sounds that filled the room were borderline obscene, which only served to heighten your pleasure.

Desperate rolls of your hips met his hand and you moaned out his name when he slipped a third finger.

The familiar coils of an orgasm slowly consuming your entire body had you dropping your head on his shoulder, whimpering loudly, ready to welcome your sought after high.

But as quickly as it came, it was soon over.

Miguel immediately removed his fingers from inside your squeezing pussy at once and had you pushed down flat on your stomach against the couch in no time.

“What the fuck!” you growled, the side of your face pressed into the pillow with both hands pinned behind your back.

You felt his hot breath in your hear. “You really thought I’d let you cum after that little stunt you pulled?”

Despair rained down on you as your walls clenched around nothing. “Miguel… what the fuck! Put them back!”

He was much stronger and bigger than you, so he had effectively rendered you immobile rather easily.

“I will once you promise me one thing,” his breath fanned your skin, raising goosebumps along your entire body.

You’d do anything to have him back inside you in that moment.

Anything.

“What is it?”

He gave one asscheek an almost painful squeeze. “Promise me you’ll never fuck anyone else.”

Your clit pulsed rapidly against your drenched folds and you tried to set free from his grasp, but all to no avail.

“Miguel…”

He then clipped your panties off with one talon. His hand dipped between your legs and he pressed his thumb against your entrance, causing your hips to jerk in a desperate attempt at more friction.

“Promise me.”

You bit down on your lip, frustration consuming you whole, as tears began to sting your eyes.

“Prométeme,” he growled.

Your lips parted in a sudden gasp once he slipped two fingers slowly inside, causing you to immediately clamp down around him.

“Yes… yes!” you then growled, trying your best to ride his fingers once again and pumping in and out of you at a steady pace.

He kept his other hand gripping your wrists tightly against your back, making sure you were kept in place.

“Qué maravilla,” he said lowly, but you could detect faint sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Slowly but surely, eased his pressure on you, giving your hips enough freedom to have you jerk against him, your pussy eagerly squeezing his fingers.

He eventually let go of your wrists and you brought your hands to grip the fabric of the couch, moaning loudly with each thrust.

You were getting close to the edge once more, not bothering to sound coherent anymore.

The closer you got to your orgasm, the more you frantically rode him.

“I’m… I’m…” you gasped loudly, eyes fluttering shut.

Miguel pressed a kiss to your temple. “I know.”

And his fingers were gone.

The beginning of your orgasm slipped away from you as if you were trying to catch smole with bare hands.

This time, you flipped and were ready to pounce him, frustration overtaking all your senses.

But Miguel’s reflexes were sharp as ever and he immediately caught both your wrists, pinning your back against the couch.

“Fuck you!” you spat, lips quivering from anger. “I promised!”

He settled between your squirming legs, as he pinned both your arms over your head.

“You didn’t sound convincing enough,” he said simply, rubbing your pulse point with his thumbs.

“Fuck you!”

He chuckled. “I know you want to, but I need assurances, cariño.”

You glared at him furiously, wanting nothing more than to hurt him the way he was hurting you, tears still streaming down your face.

“I promise… I won’t fuck anyone else…”

His cock bounced freely from his pants and he positioned the tip covered in precum against your clit.

“And you won’t try to make me jealous again.”

You rose your hips, hoping it would cause his to align with your entrance instead.

“I won’t. Ever,” you sobbed sheepishly.

He then pushed inside you effortlessly, glaring down at where your bodies were connected, watching in marvel as your pussy swallowed all of him in no time.

You were too overstimulated at this point to keep playing the waiting game, so you promptly rolled your hips, and squeezed tightly around his cock.

“Frustration suits you,” he mocked with a growl, allowing you to bounce on his cock freely.

“Fuck off…” you groaned, bringing your hand down to rub your clit.

He quickly shoved it away, scowling. “You don’t want me to make you cum?”

“You’ve been edging me for too long… I need to…” your voice died down as he pressed your clit flat with the pad of his thumb.

You jerked involuntarily as he repeated the motion, climbing the steep height of pleasure, hoping you’d reach its peak this time.

“Cum first,” he growled, his own hips snapping to meet yours. “I need to feel you squeezing me.”

You hated how his command was what brought you iver the edge, the initial contractions of your orgasm breaking the motion of your hips, violently enveloping in an overwhelming and blinding surge of unmatched bliss.

Miguel kept rubbing your clit, earning stronger squeezes from you. “Keep going…”

Your back arched and you felt yourself sliding along his cock until he was all the way in. He let out a strangled grunt, and that let you know he had reached his peak, too.

He tried to set a broken rhythm as he came deep inside you, but your grip on his cock was too paralysing for him to move.

As clarity began to clean your dazed mind, you watched as Miguel squeezed his eyes shut and parted his lips to reveal his fangs, drowning in intense pleasure.

He nearly lost balance and fell on top of you, but steadied himself in time, still buried deep.

“I fucking hate you,” you groaned, trying to control your breathing.

He shuddered one last time, panting heavily, but still managing to put on a mocking smile. “You love hate fucking me.”

Masterlist

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel ohara x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel x reader

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gogh-with-the-flow · 7 months

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Thinking about Mechanics!141 and fem reader with a shitbox car (totally not me). You're in there every three to four weeks with something going wrong with your death trap of a car. The boys aren't sabotaging your car or anything. They don't need to. Your car is just that bad. It's a miracle it hasn't killed you yet. You're trying to save up for a newer car, but your shitbox keeps burning a hole in your wallet with every light blinking on your dashboard. It's to the point that the boys recognize you as soon as you walk into the shop. They hear the bell ring and they just know it's you again.

(Contains: sex as payment, oral sex/blowjob, fingering/masturbation) but of a different style from BitW but enjoy. Not proofread :p

"What is it now?" Price asks, wiping the motor oil from his hands on a greasy rag. You're already looping the key fob off your keychains.

"It's shaking whenever I get above 45."

"What part of the car is shaking?" He asks, pulling up your information on the computer.

"All of it," you say, slapping the key onto the counter with a huff. Price gives you a sympathetic look.

"Darling, you should really get yourself something more reliable," he tells you. You sigh and lean your elbows on the counter. His eyes glance down to your chest and the low-cut shirt you were wearing.

"I'm trying, Price," you say with a little more attitude than you intended. "It's impossible to save money when everything goes back into this fucking car!" You run your hands over your face. "I'm gonna die in that thing," you mutter, only half-joking. Price stops typing for a moment, thinking to himself.

"What if we could work something out?" He asks tentatively. You look up at him to see him already staring you down.

"Like... a loyalty discount?" You try to clarify. Surely he didn't mean...

"I was thinking something more along the lines of... an alternative method of payment." He leans against the counter in front of you, his face close to yours. He smelled like what you'd expect: motor oil and engine grease and musky, manly sweat. "Something under-the-table..." Your heart skipped a beat at the double-meaning of his words, allowing him just enough plausible deniability if you chose to not accept. You swallowed hard.

"What do you have in mind?" You ask softly, your heart pounding in your chest, and with how hard Price was staring at your cleavage, you think maybe he could see it. You reach a hand out to stoke a finger along his arm, feeling the coarse hair all over it. The corner of his mouth quirked up.

"I think I have something in the back office that might work. Follow me and I'll show you."

It wasn't that you were totally desperate. Well, you were. This car had cost you thousands more than it was worth and you needed to save any penny you could when it came to it. But you wouldn't have followed just any mechanic into the rinky-dink office at the back of the auto shop. This was John Price. And he was all man.

"You want that discount, you're gonna have to work for it."

Broad shoulders tapering into a narrower waist, but still lined with the perfect ratio of hearty muscle and soft belly, all leading down to an alluring bulge and plump ass, and finally, those thick, beefy thighs. Not to mention his hands: thick, strong, and calloused from years of hard manual labor, and forearms and biceps that twisted and flexed underneath his button-down work shirt.

He holds the door open for you, his body crowding you into the tight space. The office is more of an oversized closet with a desk and an old computer. He closes the door behind you both and settles himself into the rickety office chair, which creaks under his weight. He sits with his legs spread and his hands on his thighs and gestures for you to come closer.

You kneel between his legs and he smirks, adjusting his hips in the chair while you work open his belt. He lets you open his trousers for him but pushes them down for you so his semi-hard cock can spring free. He sighs when you take it into your hand, stroking him to full hardness.

He isn't much of a moaner, you didn't expect him to be, but his chest puffs as you take the tip into your mouth and suck on it lightly. Your hand moves up and down his shaft slowly, your fingers moving to meet your lips. You lick around the head and push the tip of your tongue into his slit, making his hips jerk lightly.

You close your eyes, letting yourself fully focus on his cock, letting desire and submissiveness take over your mind as you work to please him on your knees. You take him deeper into your mouth, widening your jaw and rocking your mouth side to side to fit him farther down. Your other hand slides up his thick, meaty thigh to massage his balls while you find yourself in a gentle rhythm. You bob your head, going down just far enough, but not enough to gag you, and sucking hard on the way up as your hand holds and twists the base. You melt onto him, the feeling of him in your mouth quieting your mind, leaving any thought of hesitancy far, far behind. All you need is John Price's dick in your mouth, and you think you could reach enlightenment between his thighs.

You barely register the fact that you're moaning around him until he's teasing you for it.

"Yeah? You like this, don't you? Letting me drag you to the back of the shop to suck my cock like the little whore you are." You whimpered at the filthy words he was spitting down at you. "Knew you would- the boys and I- knew you'd like us usin' you like this," he says with a grunt as he watches your eyes roll back. "Go on and touch yourself for me, dear."

You let go of his balls and quickly open your pants to sneak your hand inside. Your pussy is soaked, your fingers gliding through your lips with ease. You moan louder as you circle your clit, the motion sending sparks through your pelvis and thighs.

"There's a good girl. So obedient. I can hear how wet you are for me." He places a hand on your head, not pushing, just guiding your pace up and down his length. You press your tongue to the underside of his cock to add pressure while you touch your clit, the wet nub buzzing with electricity.

"Just like that," he puffs. He holds up his shirt and you see through your fluttering lashes the way his abs constrict with pleasure. "Go on, make yourself cum like that. Think you can do it? You think you can cum with my cock down your throat?" His hips jerk up into your mouth again with more urgency.

Your thighs twitch as your stomach tightens. His vulger words send you over the edge, and your hips stutter against your hand. Your body twitches and thrusts on the floor between his thighs.

"Good girl- good fuckin' girl," he says, his voice deep and strained, and he fists your hair harder and pulls it tight. The rush of euphoria makes you moan around him low and loud, and he cums into your mouth with a grunt. You choke on the salty fluid, swallowing what you can, but some of it slips out of your lips and drips down your chin.

He pulls you off and takes a good look at how ruined you are, your lips swollen, your eyes unable to focus, your hand down your pants, and best of all, his cum decoration your face. He smiles at you and hands you a relatively clean rag to clean your face. Little black streaks preplace white droplets on your skin, and he can't help the fond smile that creeps up on him. He's marked you now in more ways than one.

He untangles his hand from your hair and let's you rest your head on his knee until you catch your breath. You take your hand out of your pants, and he motions for you to raise it up to him, and instead of wiping it with the rag, he leans forward and sucks your wet fingers into his mouth. He holds your eyes and you feel his tongue swiping across the pads of your fingers, until he releases then with a smack of his lips.

"I'll let the boys know about our little arrangement. They'll collect their own payment when you pick it up tomorrow," he says with a wink. He helps you stand up and walks you back to the front, leaving you with one final squeeze to you ass. "Oh, and you might want to wash your hair," he adds as he opens the door to the garage. He hands up a greasy hand. "Got motor oil in it. Sorry."

#captain john price #john price #john price smut #john price x reader #john price x you #john price x female reader #fem reader #mechanic!141 #mechanic!price

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catcze · 8 months

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⠀「 Wearing his clothes 」

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

「 FEAT : 」 Kazuha, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Kaveh (separate) x gn! reader

!! Hello !! Haven't even had a shot of tequila for the night yet but I'm already writing, look at me go !!

[ #KAZUHA ]

This guy has the absolute comfiest sweaters and hoodies!!

They're the ones that are warm and soft from use, and that you know he's cared for over the years. They're also so good because they smell like him, too! Smells like sunshine and a light breeze, if that makes sense?

Kazuha's hoodies and sweaters are practically free range for you— at this point, half of the cozy clothes in your closet have been pilfered from him!

And he always encourages you to steal from him, too!

It's a cold day out today? Here, have his hoodie. No, don't worry about returning it. Just keep it over at yours and he'll pick it up sometime. (spoiler: he does not, in fact, pick it up)

Oh, he left his sweater behind at your place while you were hanging out? It's okay, just keep it for now.

But really, he does enjoy seeing you in his clothes! Like, for one, it's you wearing his cozy clothes, so he's insanely attracted to you when he sees that. And for another, it makes him happy seeing you all cozy and bundled up, you know?

[ #WRIOTHESLEY ]

For Wrio, his leather jackets and black button ups are the premiere option to snatch from him.

His jackets are insanely comfy! His leather jackets always keep you warm, and the way it drapes over you and smells like his cologne makes it kinda feel like he's giving you a hug :(

And as for his button ups, he buys the high quality ones, you know? None of those itchy ones that chafe or anything. His button ups are so good to wear, whether you button them up and use them as an actual shirt, or just wear them as an outer layer over another shirt.

Funny thing is though, though Wriothesley doesn't really care about which of his button ups you snatch, he's very particular when it comes to his jackets.

Like, he'll let you borrow them of course, and if you're on a date and you get cold, he'll drape it on your shoulders and let you wear it while he walks you home. He even lets you steal a few right out of his closet and scurry them over to your home, pretending that he doesn't see that your bag is noticeably bigger than when you came over.

But sometimes, you'll get a call from him late at night— "Babe, is my jacket with you?" "Which one?" He then names one of the many, many jackets you've stolen. "Oh. Yeah iIthink I have that with me." "Can I come over and get it? I want to use it when I go for a drive tonight." "At this hour?"

[ #NEUVILLETTE ]

Oh, Neuvillette's coats are to die for!

They're the good ones, the designer ones. My guy doesn't shop in the discount aisle— no, he's bougie.

His coats are incredibly cozy and stylish without being too bulky or heavy. They're big, though! Neuvillette is a big, tall guy, and his coats are the same.

It's almost like drowning in an ocean of (expensive) fabric when you steal borrow his coats. But you do it so often because they're so so so warm and cozy!

You always snatch some of his coats if you can— and Neuvi never voices any complaints. He just smiles, and sometimes even makes playful jokes about you going shopping in his closet.

It's to the point that whenever the weather's cold and he comes to pick you up, he brings a spare coat just for you.

He does the thing where he puts it on you, straightens it out, fixes your collar, makes sure you look presentable and nods to himself when he deems that you are— then ends it all with a kiss placed on your nose.

"That's your rental fee for all my clothes you've scurried away," apparently.

[ #KAVEH ]

HIS SWEATERS !!! They are sooo comfy !!

Kaveh buys his sweaters oversized and the kind that gives him sweater paws— those are the ones that you always go for when given free reign of his closet.

Can you help it?! They're oversized sweaters with sweater paws! And they smell like your boyfriend! And they're incredibly comfortable !

It's especially cute when you both go out in his sweaters— both of you look so cozy and warm, wrapped up in your big sweaters, holding sweater paws.

He probably spritzes his clothes with whatever perfume or cologne catches his fancy that week, so that you smell similar to him when you go out.

And! If one of the sweaters has one of those kangaroo pouch things, you guys hold hands inside the kangaroo pouch, so your hands stay nice and warm <3

He's such a cutie about it too. Kaveh always grins sooo wide when he sees you wearing his sweaters. Makes sure to hug you lots too, because you look insanely huggable like that.

#astronetwrk #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 catcze.desserts #genshin impact x reader #kazuha x reader #wriothesley x reader #neuvilette x reader #kaveh x reader #cw gn reader

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delopsia · 1 year

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When Rhett's beloved belt buckle finally breaks, it's on your one-month anniversary.

He says he knew it was going to happen one of these days; the damn thing is older than the both of you combined, but when Rhett's got you up against the wall, the last thing you expect to hear is something metal clattering to the floor. In one smooth motion, the piece of steel that holds onto the belt has completely separated from the rest of the buckle.

You knew Rhett was going to be upset the day it finally happened, but you certainly didn't expect to find yourself kissing away the tears that spill onto his pale cheeks. It's the only thing he has of his grandfather, won in a rodeo back in '48. And even though you're not privy to all the Abbott family drama just yet, you know enough to understand that Perry got almost everything when the old man passed a few years back. Archaic first-born privileges, or whatnot. Probably would have gotten the buckle, too, if he'd ever been bold enough to climb on the back of a bull.

The two of you spend hours researching ways to fix it, but those YouTube tutorials only go so far, and the fix that works only lasts for three days before breaking again.

You've been dating Rhett for two and a half months when you come across a buckle in an online thrift shop. It's not quite as oversized and flashy as ol' faithful was and looks entirely different from what you usually see around Wabang. But it's complete with subtle engravings and a big, detailed bull skull in the center that just screams, "Rhett Abbott would wear this."

And so it winds up in your shopping cart; arrives five days later, nestled safely between the clothes you'd gotten as well. The pictures didn't do it any justice. You didn't pay a whole lot for it, but it doesn't look cheap in the slightest; in fact, it's the perfect example of what fine craftsmanship looks and feels like.

You're waiting to give it to him after the family dinner he's bringing you to; the perfect way to finish your first legitimate outing with the rest of his family. The buckle isn't heavy by any means, but it feels like it weighs a hundred pounds in your purse when you walk out the front door that day.

Rhett and Royal are already there, so low-maintenance that all they need to do is shower and change clothes. You're pretty sure you saw Cecelia doing her makeup in the passenger seat when you walked past, and God only knows if Perry and his wife will make it. Those two are lucky if they make it a mile down the road before getting into a spat.

Royal's talking so heatedly that he hardly notices your presence, "See, this is what I don't get," jamming his thumb toward a tourist standing in the checkout line, "Why do kids y'all's age think it's okay to be wearin' buckles they didn't win?"

Your smile falls, hits the floor with an ear-splitting shatter that only you can hear.

God, of course, you should have thought of that before you hit that dumb little purchase button. You can't give him this big hunk of metal if he didn't win it in the first place! Why didn't you ask first? Or research before letting your heart get ahead of your head?

"Y'alright?" Rhett's big, warm hand rubs the space between your shoulders, and for the briefest second, you wonder if he'd heard your smile shatter after all.

The first thing you do when you get home is bury that obnoxiously-shiny buckle in the back of your sock drawer. Rhett wins a new buckle a few months later, one deserving of being worn.

That hunk of embarrassment makes appearances every once in a blue moon. A couple times when you're fumbling around for a very particular pair. Once you wind up grabbing it simply because you've forgotten what it was, only to stuff it back the moment the memory bubbled back up to the surface.

And gradually, time flies by. A six-month anniversary date becomes a one-year, two years, three, four. The socks in your drawer are completely different from the ones you wore back then. There's a stack of ill-shot polaroids collecting in the bottom left corner because Rhett can't aim the camera to save his life.

You've moved house twice. Once into a rental to be closer to Rhett and again into a proper house together because his staying for the weekend and leaving early Monday mornings could only last so long. What's yours has become Rhett's, and you haven't thought twice about it.

"Damnit!"

Rhett's head pops up from beside the bed, eyes wide as can be, "What happened?"

"I only grabbed one sock again," you grumble, putting your shoe back on the floor. You haven't the slightest clue how you've done this three times in a row, but you have.

"'M sorry," Rhett's already reaching for your drawer, "I'm shit at gettin' them to stay together." But as his hand dips blindly into the array of socks, his expression shifts, nose scrunching, eyes darting from the socks to you.

And you... can't understand why he's looking at you like that. "What?"

Something hard scrapes against the wooden bottom as Rhett grabs ahold of it, something round and shiny that you don't ever recall seeing before.

Those handsome features soften as he realizes what's sitting in the palm of his hand. A carefully crafted hunk of metal that's spent the better half of four years hiding away amongst your socks.

"Rhett?"

"What's this?" Carefully, he lifts it for you to see.

The moment your eyes land on the familiar shape, you can feel them begin to widen. "That..." shit, why do you still have that thing? "It's just some...dumb thing I forgot to throw out."

Rhett's head cocks to the side, corners of his lips turning downward. Doesn't say anything just yet, but those deep blues hold a million and one questions as he turns it back and forth in his big, talented hands. Beneath his breath, he mutters, mainly to himself, "'s pretty."

Like a dam broken, your mouth begins to move, "I got it for you after your favorite buckle broke." You can't bring yourself to look at that old hunk of metal; instead, you find yourself staring down at the singular sock on your foot. "I didn't know that you can only wear buckles that you won until after I bought it."

"What moron told you that?" Quick, borderline incredulous.

"Royal," that name is bitter on your tongue for more than one reason, "he was saying something about it that first time I went out for dinner with your family."

Bare feet patter across the hardwood as Rhett comes around the bed, buckle in hand, catching in the light when he reaches out to cradle your cheeks. Looking him in the eye is the last thing you want to do, but you let him lift your head regardless.

"Can you do somethin' for me?" He hums, "Don't ever believe a damn thing that ol' bastard preaches 'bout."

That hadn't been the reaction you were expecting at all. "What do you mean?"

"There's an ol' rule that you don't wear buckles for a rodeo you didn't win," thumbs stroking your cheekbones, "but what Royal said was just him misinterpretin' shit so he can bitch."

Your eyes roll. "Well, you've already got a replacement, so it's not a big deal anyway."

All Rhett can do is hold up a big index finger, disappearing out of the bedroom without another word. Walks back in at the same time that you get the proper socks on your feet.

That buckle is the first thing you see. Standing proud on the front of his belt, remarkably small compared to the former one, and yet, the spitting image of what you imagined when you bought it all those years ago.

"I thought you liked your rodeo buckle?" Speaking mostly to yourself.

"I do," the bed dips as he settles down next to you, a million-dollar smile plastered across his face, "but I like this one better."

Four years. That buckle spent four years hiding away in the back of your sock drawer, nothing but a waste of money and a sour memory that arose every once in a while.

And now it's never spent a second off of Rhett's belt.

It goes with him on his rodeo circuits, glimmering in those towering stadium lights like a little cluster of stars. That old bull skull scratches against your palm on the nights you can't wait to get to the bedroom and leaves imprints on your skin when you sit in his lap. It's there for your anniversary dates and your just-because dates, and it gets polished for the special events that require finer attire.

Then you catch yourself one day, drumming your fingers against it, your head resting against Rhett's sturdy chest. Too tired to move but not tired enough to fall asleep, and it just flies out of your mouth, "Why do you like this buckle so much, anyway?"

Because you haven't forgotten how he used to obsess over his rodeo buckles. How hard he worked, and the injuries he suffered in pursuit of them. A dislocated shoulder, countless broken ribs, concussions, and a shattered ankle, just to name a few. And now those buckles do nothing more than sit up on a shelf he built, intended to do nothing but hold those old, dusty prizes.

Rhett hums, hot air blowing against your skin as he bumps his nose into your forehead, "Because you got it for me." Pauses to press a kiss into your scalp. "T's more special than any of them ol' premade buckles they hand out in rodeos."

"What if it was a PBR Champion buckle?" You can't see it, but you can feel his eyelashes flutter against your skin as he rolls his eyes.

"I'll make you wear that hypothetical buckle for me." Another kiss. "Because this one ain't comin' off, sweetheart."

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott fanfiction #rhett abbott fic #outer range #outer range fic #outer range amazon #x reader #self insert #reader self insert #rhett abbott outer range #delgato's warmups

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jinkookspencil · 2 years

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sleepwear that’d drive bts crazy

description: what you’d wear to bed that'd drive the members crazy, sexy lingerie excluded because obviously i’d see most of them loving different forms of lingerie - this is a more domestic version, but still includes sexiness. they’d go crazy the first time they see you like this but it’ll never get old to them…..

author's note: a quick ot7 post in honor of the busan concert but i have wips that are almost done!

namjooon

why do i imagine that namjoon would love girly girly nightgowns on his s/o

get a dainty little nightgown in pink or white that highlights your boobs

and this man is a goner

he’ll go crazy for simple things like his tees too

he’d only like sets if its girly or somehow sexy: like camis paired with short shorts

or better yet a playsuit

but he himself would be surprised at how much he’d love a regular girlie nightgown

seokjin

seokjin would like two things

nightgowns - feminine but not too girly and frilly like namjoon would like

something simple, cotton, and soft that only very very lightly highlights your curves, with a cute pattern like little hearts or snowflakes

pyjama sets, of course

ones that resemble his, like button-downs

or those with cropped t-shirt tops and a cute design or funny pun on them

but especially, his pyjamas

yoongi

i think yoongi is the least one to be affected simply by sleepwear

but if anything would have an impact on him

it’s simply underwear

even everyday, simple underwear!

i can see this being a rare thing though, like his s/o would usually go to bed in sets

but on a rare occasion when yoongis s/o would only wear underwear to bed….

he will get so flustered

hoseok

hobi would love those huuuuuge oversized t-shirts / nightgowns that look like huge t-shirts

the type you’d find in primark / target / etc for cheap

with an obnoxiously large or even badly designed design or pattern all over it

or those old, faded tees you'd use for sleeping

with nothing underneath

he doesn’t know why he loves it so much

one day you’ll roll out of bed and just put on biker shorts underneath - for a very quick coffee or grocery run - and the sight will make hobi say “wow”

jimin

absolutely nothing

you’d be used to sleeping naked next to jimin after you both had fun

but if it’s just a normal, cozy night in and you get into bed naked? just for the sake of sleeping naked?

yeah you won’t sleep

jimin will giggle

“are you going to put something on?” / “why would I? you’ve seen my body, plus it’s hot. goodnight jimin” :) / “what the fuck do you mean ‘goodnight’? get over here.”

taehyung

similar to his kim brothers

taehyung would love girly/feminine pyjama sets and nighties, but unlike the ones namjoon or seokjin would love

tae would love silky, satin, delicate nightgowns - more slips than nightgowns really, and pyjama sets of the same fabrics

with lace at the neckline and at the sleeves

but the type that’s still made for sleeping rather than lingerie meant to be taken off

complete with matching robe

BUT he’d also love it if you wore long sleeved, button-down pajama set

in either those same silky fabrics or a cozy, thick fleecy fabric or flannel, for him to cozy up to - there’s no in between

get one of those silky, button-down sets embroidered with your initials and tae would go even crazier

jungkook

a classic graphic tee and undies combo would do it for jungkook

It doesn’t matter what type

it could be one of your tees, one of his

your normal undies, women’s boy shorts/boxers, or even a pair of his underwear

It’s just the combo of graphic tee + undies that does it for him

especially in the autumn / winter when you pair that with knee-length socks

as soon as the air turns colder that’s one of the first things jungkook will get excited for

do not expect to sleep when you wear knee-length socks for the first time….

or it’ll be that classic combo but the other way around: just a bra on top, and long pyjama bottoms - with a funky pattern or even a marvel/batman pattern

if that’s the case, he’ll nuzzle into you the entire night in that outfit, and will playfully unhook your bra when you least expect it

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roosterbruiser · 1 year

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Babe if we can still request blurbs for the sleepover next week I'd love to request an idea before I forget!!! (I hope you'll forgive me for how early this is)

But maybe you could write one adding to Jake interrupted lore? I know you've already written one where Bradley walked in on Jake in ftu which I LOVED!!!! So maybe this time you could write Bob interrupting? Only if you want to tho ofc ❤❤

I would love to add more to the Jake, Interrupted lore!

it's honestly one of the laziest, most random fucks you've ever had with your boyfriend.

Jake, of course, woke up after you and trudged into the kitchen to find you prancing around in an oversized t-shirt and those little panties with the pink bow that drives him wild.

before you even really know what's happening, your scrambled eggs are entirely abandoned on the stove. you're bent over the kitchen table, panties at your ankles, with your cheek pressed against one of the placemats. Jake is behind you, holding the back of your neck to keep you in place, thrusting into you with a rapidity that would lead others to believe he's a starved man.

"fuck, baby," he mutters, watching your back arch in the white morning light filtering in through the back windows. "so fucking tight for me, huh? taking me so fucking good."

you're a mess, clutching the edge of the table, trying to keep your moans at a minimum as an orgasm licks at your heals with a hot, hot tongue.

"Jake," you moan out, eyes fluttered shut in a moment of rapture.

you take a moment to just feel everything: your shirt pooled under your armpits, your pert nipples against the wooden table, your boyfriend's thick cock gliding in and out of your slick cunt, your walls squeezing every vein that makes him up, his warm skin pressing against yours each time he comes flush with your ass during another cant of his hips.

you haven't even brushed your hair yet, but here you are: getting railed in your kitchen at 8am.

"so fucking pretty, baby," Jake insists, leaning down to feverishly kiss the delicate curve of your spine. pleasure is permeating his body like little darts, making his chest tight and red. "can't fucking help myself when I see you. gotta keep you full."

and without another word, he slips his hand between your legs and begins to toy with your clit. it's almost mean the way he's rapidly rubbing you, keening when you moan out and fist the edge of the table impossibly harder.

"ah, Jake--oh, fuck, I'm gonna--!"

that's precisely when one mister Bob Floyd uses the handy spare key under the mat to let himself into your home. usually, he wouldn't do this. but you and him settled on 8:30am for a breakfast reservation at that restaurant you two have been dying to get into--he doesn't want to lose your table.

he should've stopped as soon as he heard the incriminating sounds: skin on skin, table legs scraping the tile, telltale moaning, panting. but he continues, hoping you and Jake are maybe just watching Game of Thrones or something.

but then he finds himself standing in the threshold of the kitchen, wearing his spiffy little button-down he pressed last night specifically for your breakfast reservations. his eyes are wide, his jaw dropped.

"oh-oh God!" Bob screeches, covering his eyes with his hands, dropping the keys he was holding. "Jesus, I--I didn't...oh, Christ!"

Bob, who is trying to run away with his hands over his eyes, bumps into the doorway of the kitchen.

at the sound of Bob, you and Jake halt immediately. your orgasm dissipates with a haste as mortification floods your entire being.

"Bob!" you screech, hastily pushing yourself off the table and scrambling to pull your shirt down.

Jake, who is equally as mortified, quickly pulls your pants up for you and tucks himself into his briefs as Bob scrambles to find his footing in the threshold of the kitchen.

even from where you're standing, you can see how pink poor Bob's cheeks are.

"breakfast!" you gasp, wringing your hands together. "oh, god! Bob, I'm so sorry! hold on, give me like five minutes and I'll be ready to go!"

and with that, you're scurrying out of the kitchen and up the stairs, trying to hold off on outwardly cringing until in the privacy of your own bedroom.

that leaves Jake and Bob alone, Bob still covering his eyes with his palms.

"Bob, I, uh...I'm decent." Jake says awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

Bob peeks an eye open as if to confirm this and then swallows hard, clasping his hands before him.

"she told me to use the spare key anytime," Bob says quietly.

Jake nods.

"yeah. yeah, she, uh...she does that."

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anya-anya002 · 7 months

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𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 (𝕚𝕚)

PastTeacher! Alex Turner x PastStudent! Reader

(If this was a series would y’all read it? 🧍🏿)

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: You decide to return to your high school, just to look around when you find a familiar friend…still there.

When you finally approached the door, you looked to your left to see that the history teacher was gone, replaced with a woman wearing an oversized graphic t-shirt and jeans who ushered out the rest of the students. Finally, you peeked through the glass to see him still here. Fluffy brown hair, now freshly trimmed instead of a voluminous mess or hidden underneath an unexpected beanie or handfuls of pomade.

You couldn't help but smile widely, gazing at your favorite teacher. Adorned in a powder blue button-down and a pair of jeans, he erased the marker board in the dim, empty class. While you watched him idly, you hadn't noticed him noticing you as well, so entranced by him letting all your memories hit you. And then you saw him walking up to the door, your nerves grew.

You backed away, still gazing at him, now thinking about the last time you spoke.

"Y/N," he said, everything in you froze. He looked at you with utter surprise, urging you inside excitedly.

"It's good to see you again, Al," you smirked, sitting at one of the desks near the window.

"How have you been? You're grown." He said, a grin as big as yours plastered on his face.

"Great, I'm, um in college for psychology and Creative Writing." You spoke. You began to ooze with a sorta of pride, your shoulders back, and the grin you hated was slathered all over your face.

"Oh, Y/N, I knew you'd get into something you'd like." He said. All those smiles he gave were like drugs to you, happy that Mr. Turner was still here, but the thought still gnawed at your skull.

The classroom's theme was Farm, and from what you could tell, poems and art from students lined the paper grass-lined bulletin board. Little stalks of faux cattails hang from the corners, and you try not to giggle. He sits at the little hexagon desk beside you as you stare at the little string lights that wrap around the window seals.

“How’s Marligan treatin’ you?” you said, a grin as wide as one stretching their arms outgrew. Alexander groaned, his eyes rolling as he hurried to the desk.

“I don't get them, Y/N,” he started, bringing a hand up to his temples to soothe his oncoming headache. You nod, knowing that sometimes things never change.

“They’re kids.” you deadpanned, looking at him with a neutral face.

“I told you before. You just gotta let them fail. I know you care. That's why you're amazing.” you said. Alex exhaled loudly.

“But how would that be helping them when they applied to be here!” he exclaimed; this must’ve been driving him mad, the paradox of it all. He looked at you, eyebrows raised and face in a scowl as he called everyone you knew out. You weren't bothered by the sting you felt; why be hurt by the truth?

“Yeah, that's true…then, how come you didn't hate me?” you questioned, crossing your legs and gazing at him-longingly.

“What?” he looked at you, almost bewildered, fuck, you tensed up. Eyes did not dare to meet his while you now assumed he’d turn you to salt. However, your mouth opened again.

“Turner, you can't be fucking around. I literally met you when you were proctoring my test, and you joked how bad I was at math,” you pointed out, yet he deflected, eyes shifted as you lift your head.

“So, you had a lot of struggles…and math isn’t for everyone.” He said, which was true. You still counted on your fingers.

“Alex, you know that we both’re aware that my struggles were of my doing. And even then, I was perfectly fine in your classes. I even felt bad when others disrupted you.” you stopped to gaze into his eyes. All those times you've seen his disappointed face when he looked upon your peers, too young to know what to do next after his students just conducted a whole performance in the middle of a Socratic seminar.

“What are you gettin’ at Y/N?” he asked, his lips pursed as the two of you sat for a second. Staring at each other. You wondered if he couldn't believe himself either, you being here.

“Al…I was a failure, I was lazy, I didn't have anything goin’ for me. So how was it that we were always talking?” you asked; your eyes burned again, and the silence crept in again. Alex glanced at you, stunned. You'd call him out on his bullshit, yea, but at least you weren't vague about it. Your eyes narrowed before you spoke once more,

“What did you mean the last time we spoke?” you asked, not thinking he'd remember that long ago, but somehow he did, vividly, his face soured into a grimace.

“I, I just needed to know if it was me that drew us apart,” he said, his voice cracked. Your eyes widened in shock.

“Y/N we talked almost everyday, multiple times for almost 2 years and then during the middle of it all…you stopped, and you just didn't stop, you damn near hated me! You avoided me unless it was class,” he said. Tears began to develop in his eyes as you stayed quiet. This time that sting, stung and stung you hard. The familiar feeling of hurt filled your chest, as you sniffled loudly.

“I stopped because I felt like when I met Sofie and them, I didn't need to cling to a teacher who probably had something better to do than talk to me.” you said now chewing at your lip as you explained it to him.

“You’re not going to actually think I believe that,” he said, you pressed your lips together tightly, forming a thin line. Cheeks tingly as you fiddled with your fingers.

“It's true,” you meekly retorted, he raised a brow.

“I still don't believe you, you've sat in here before with friends before.” he pointed out.

“Al,” you groaned, looking at him with longing and sadness, the way you used to. Your hands rub against your jeans before speaking.

“I left because of Sofie and the girls, yea, I also left because of…other things.” you muttered the last part, to his intrigue.

“Other things….”

“Something…something my mom said that got to me bad. I guess I took it too seriously.”

The comment now echoed in your head as the string lights blinked on and off to an unspoken rhythm. It's yellow light gleamed against the side of his face, the two of you in the dark, tense quiet.

“Was it about dress code? I told you I really didn't feel comfortable enforcing it on you guys I'm sorry.” he said, his voice low and expression sorrowful.

“No, it was something, something else.”

“What’d she say?”

The speechlessness crept in furthermore, this time you were mustering up the courage, or idiocy to finish.

“She said,” you began. As you look into your friends’ eyes, it felt like year's ago. When you sat in his classroom picking his brain about some drama you saw online or asking him about his time off.

"She said, if it were another world or if we were closer in age, we'd go out or something like that," you brushed off the statement as if it hadn't been stuck in your head for so long. You look back up to see Alex's utterly red face, not knowing what to say next like he's just seen you take your head off and throw it at him. You press your lips together and grit your teeth.

"Y/N?" "Yea?" "…Do you agree with her still?"

Your breath caught in your throat as you gawked at him.

"Alex…" "Do you?" he implored, resting his elbow on the desk, eyebrow raised, and lips pursed. It's now your turn to be flustered. You were speechless, like when he constantly asked you 'why' when discussing, but now, nothing to leave your lips, not even an ever so hated vulgarity.

"I," you stammered, absolutely stunned by this revelation, an unexpected outcome. You sat there frozen, just staring at him.

"Y/N, do you still…like me like that?" he asked, his eyes shifting from you to the window. The way he said your name made your stomach flutter.

"Alex, please tell me I'm not oversteppin'…I'll leave if I am. I-" you stopped yourself when you heard a sniffle- Alex was crying, his eyes glassy and hands fidgeting.

"You won't believe how I've felt about you once I saw you just now," he croaked, his eyes now looking you over thoroughly for once as if he'd never seen you before.

"I, I thought you were a breath of fresh air. Students have conversed with me, and I like talking to you guys, yeah…but you, I adored talking to you… you spoke to me like we've known each other for years," he said. Your head spun.

"It felt like you didn't see me as 'Mr. Turner,'" You nodded; most of your time with him, you just didn't expect him to feel the same.

"Felt like you didn't just see some shit kid," you added without much thought. He thought about it and shrugged.

"I saw a smart, mature, witty, young woman who hated everyone in the room," he half-joked.

"Everyone but you," you said to which he laughed.

"Everyone but me, yeah." he smirked, now taking your hand in his. He was cold compared to the stiffling heat of the room. Content, the thing that gnawed at you like termites to a wood cabin now vanished.

"I missed you so Alex," your voice cracked, gripping his hand as tears that've been on edge finally rolled down your cheeks.

"I don't think I've ever missed anyone as much as I did you," you continued, the steaming tears dribbled off your chin and quickly, you reached up and patted them away with a sleeve. The two of you both glanced at each other with tear filled eyes.

"Alex, I love you, I've loved you as a friend since we first met and I loved as something more when you were there for me at my lowest."

Another pregnant pause, you stared at each other's hands and the way they intertwined. His hands were much bigger than yours, his palms were soft, but the parts where his fingers met were calloused.

"Y/N..." he whispered, squeezing your hand firmly. You looked him up and down, your eyes still burned, and your heart overflowed.

"Alex, you left a mark in my mind," you whispered.

What's up with us and silence, you thought. Looking around for once, you noticed how close you were to him, your knees grazing his, elbows knocking.

"You've done just the same thing." he said, you turned your body to him and there you were, face to face. He looked so different now, softer. Your thighs touching.

"Alex, I’m so sorry if I hurt your feelings when I ghosted you…especially for someone like Sofie.”

#anya—anya #my fics #outoftheblue❄️#alex turner #alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys #teacher x student #hometown au #angst to fluff #slow-ish burn #Spotify #alex turner x you

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moralesmilesanhour · 10 months

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boxes

summary: miles encounters some old memories while cleaning his room. wc: 553 genre: gen, angst-ish a/n: this was partially inspired by/in conversation with that one comic where miles helps out a kid who's being bullied for his fashion (amongst other things), but also by the fact that miles has seemingly pushed aside pursuing art to focus on physics in the film. what other interests could he have possibly left behind?

August marked yet another summer vacation that passed like it had somewhere to be, which meant that Rio Morales made her son clean out his closet again to prepare for the upcoming semester. She made sure to emphasize that she really meant it this time, leaving Miles to begrudgingly peel himself off of the living room couch and get his friend Ganke on the phone to help out.

It was now evening–around six o’clock–and the sun’s afternoon rays finally began to weaken into soft golden light, filtering through the blinds in strips across the two boys’ faces.

“I have literally never seen you wear these,” Ganke remarked as he held up a pair of beat-up converses. “You keepin’ ‘em?”

Miles made a face at the sneakers, with their unconfident, messy lines and muddy neon colors. He recalled being laughed off of the playground during recess for the ugly zebra pattern that he had spray-painted along the backs of them with stencils. His father clapped him on the back afterwards, praising how “creative” and “ahead of his time” Miles was. It didn’t comfort him much, but he grinned and thanked his dad so that he’d drop it before dinnertime.

“Nah, we could throw those out. They’re too small for me to wear, anyway.”

“What about this? Cool patterns.”

Ganke coughed as dust flew off of an old cropped bomber jacket. The oversized sleeves boasted an array of patches and buttons, which Miles recalled shoving into his pocket whenever he snuck over to Uncle Aaron’s. He took the jacket from the other boy and ran a hand over the square pieces of fabric attached haphazardly to the front. Rio had given him the scraps from her sewing kit to mess with back when she still had a bit of free time on her hands to mend clothing.

The zig-zag stitches were far from clean, with each seam a slightly different distance apart from the next. Miles had only been worried about the colorful fabric staying on for long enough for him to wear it to school.

This soon became a non-issue, seeing as he only did so once. Miles swallowed, not wanting to recall all of the new words he had learned that day.

He never did get good at sewing.

“Miles. You alright, man?”

The boy’s head snapped up.

“Y-yeah, I’m good. We can toss this one too.”

Ganke noticed Miles averting his eyes and raised an eyebrow.

“You sure you don’t wanna like, give it away or something?”

Miles turned to him and scoffed, “To who?”

“I dunno,” His friend shrugged. ”I’ve seen people who dress like this that might want it.”

“And do the 'people you’ve seen' in question reside in this area code?”

“...No.”

“Thought so,” Miles said with a teasing grin.

He gave the jacket one last look, and noticed the tag in the back. It was signed with a bright yellow highlighter in a ten-year-old’s handwriting, before he’d perfected his signature. Did that kid, who had been unworried about whether his sneakers were creased so long as they were colorful, deserve to have all of his hard work thrown away? Just like that?

“Y’know what? I’ll…keep it in a box, or something. With the shoes.”

“Alright, cool.”

And that Miles did, in the same box as his old suit.

#miles morales #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales fic #miles morales angst #miles morales x reader #moralesanhour #atsvplatonic #atsvgen

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majestyeverlasting · 2 years

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drabble for “can you hold me?” “i feel safe here” ❤️❤️

Belonging

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Like a moth drawn to a flame, you pressed yourself even closer to his body, situating your arms around his neck yet again. This time, you rested your chin on his shoulder and closed your eyes. A little taste of forever.

There, under the moon with the man you loved, was right where you belonged.

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Part 4 of me not knowing how to write a drabble. This was so much fun to write, so you I hope you all enjoy.

Nightfall in Wakanda arrived with undeniable promise. You could feel it in the warmth of the breeze, and see it in the way stars shone as they watched from above. Even the moon, in all its mystery, had made itself known.

The village elders believed that all you had to do was look up to know that goodness was in store; whether the sky be blue, gray, or darkened by the absence of the sun. Because if something so breathtakingly vast could exist, surely the gods above would see it fit to orchestrate moments of splendor for those under the heavens.

Crickets called out to each other as you walked back from the goat pen, joined by other small creatures that lended themselves to the night’s symphony. Upon making it to the cottage, you hung your lantern on its rightful hook beside the front door. You’d really grown to like the place over the last month. It was made of clay and stone, and though it wasn’t overly spacious, the charm of it all was more than enough to lose yourself within.

You’d soon be heading back to the streets of Brooklyn, where everyone was burdened with the haste of chasing inescapable dreams.

Village life was slower, a necessary change in pace. And whenever you found yourself missing the bustle of home, Birnin Zana was never out of reach. It was Wakanda’s ever-lively capital city, brimming with people, thrills, and endless innovation.

Inside, Bucky stood in the foyer, hair still braided into the low bun a group of young girls begged to do. The braids were stylistically loose, and oversized to the point where one could miss them at first glance. But it was a good look on him, a bit rugged but not void of an underlying touch of regality. With the way he sheepishly smiled, you could tell he was anticipating your return, listening out for you. It hadn’t been too long since you’d gone to make sure the goats were secure for the night. It was the least you could do, considering everything he’d taken the helm of throughout the day.

After making it back home from the marketplace earlier that afternoon, he insisted that you relaxed as he put the food away and made lunch for the two of you. He’d even prepared dinner and washed the dishes afterwards.

As unexpected as it all was, it was nice. Not once did you complain, or ask why. You could see in his eyes that he was intent on making sure you felt especially taken care of. But that didn’t stop an innocent curiosity from swirling around in the back of your mind.

“Miss me?” There was a playful lilt to your voice. “The goats send their regards.”

Bucky chuckled and pulled you closer. He was wearing what used to be a long sleeved black button down. You’d cut off the sleeves some weeks ago at his request, but it was you who fell in love with how much of his musculature it showed off. The sheen of his vibranium arm was beautiful, and you were forever taken with the less overt strength of his right arm, how you could see his muscles and the delicate veins running beneath his skin.

The first few buttons of the shirt happened to be undone, and you took it as an invitation to kiss his sternum. A thin acacia wood necklace hung just below the place your lips met.

He let his chin come to rest on top of your head as he squeezed you tighter. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to go down to the lake.” You could feel the vibration of his voice running through his chest.

You pulled away to look into his eyes. “I’d love to.”

•••

From somewhere in the distance, melodious laughter carried all the way to the two of you. Gravel crunched beneath your feet up until it came time to divert off the main walkway and into the woods. You had to be careful not to trip over some of the thick tree roots growing above the ground in winding patterns. This time, Bucky was holding the lantern, the warm light illuminating your immediate path. You’d walked this route so many times that you were surprised the ground hadn’t been permanently imprinted with the memory of your footsteps.

It wasn’t long before you reached a clearing, where the lake elegantly spanned with the stillest water. It was beautiful, serene, even more so in the dark. Across the way, other lanterns shone in front of houses, appearing like tiny stars glowing on earth among men. A lone dock extended from the bank of the lake, and after stepping onto the wooden planks, you walked its length until reaching the end.

You were the first to sit, legs dangling off the edge. Bucky remained standing a little while longer, taking everything in with a thoughtfully revent gaze. When he finally sat down, the wood creaked, and he placed the lantern in the space between you.

Tree leaves rustled, insects called out to each other, and you could even hear the gentle burble of the water against the pillings of the dock.

Leaning back onto your hands, you turned your face up to the sky and let your eyes slip closed. It would’ve been easy to fall asleep as the ambience of the atmosphere wrapped you in its embrace.

Bucky studied your parted lips and bared throat, all while the urge to touch you itched at his fingertips. But he refrained from doing so in fear of startling you. That was all he’d been wanting to do all day; touch you, be near you, make you feel good and loved. Because that was easier than voicing what had been on his mind since that morning.

He’d awakened to the sight of your smile and the feeling of your fingertips drawing shapes on his chest. Like countless times before, he teased you about watching him as he slept, but this time you quipped back with a, that’s what angels are supposed to do. He’d smiled. Guess that’s why I feel safe here with you. Safe from ruminations about the past, from his own doubts. Of every corner of the world he’d graced, he’d found a true haven in you. And when you went on to tell him that you loved him in that sweet, drowsy way of yours, it truly did him in. The capacity to wait no longer resided within his being.

He wanted to marry you. He had to.

It was something he liked to believe he knew back when you first met, but it’d been way too soon to ask. So he waited; giving the two of you the chance to laugh together, cry together, and grow into each other. Coming to Wakanda hadn’t been for the sake of proposing because he’d been so wrapped up in the prospect of traveling with you, that he’d been oblivious to the obvious opportunity.

But he could see clearly now and feel it in his bones.

But he didn’t have a ring yet. By the time the two of you headed back to Brooklyn, however, he was certain that there would be one on your finger, dainty and elegant. He knew plenty of people who would be more than willing to help him find the perfect ring for you. Shuri would likely be the most enthusiastic of them all.

A sudden breeze rolled through, entrapping the flyaways of Bucky’s hair in a graceful dance. You opened your eyes, and looked at him just in time to see it. What stood out even more so was the fondness of his gaze when you realized he was already looking at you. It was as if he was letting the sentiments of his heart speak by way of his eyes.

One way or another, you always found yourself at the mercy of those baby blues. They were as unyielding as the night itself. You wanted to bask in the attention and hide away at the same time. Instead, you directed your gaze to the lake. The surface reflected the soft glow of the moonlight.

“I wonder what the water feels like this time of night,” you murmured after a while.

Bucky hummed. “Nice, probably.”

“I know we didn’t bring any towels or anything, but…”

“You wanna get in?” He offered a small smile. “I don’t think we’ve ever gone for a night swim. We can make tonight our first.”

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Along with the lantern, all your clothes had been left behind on the dock.

From his place in the water, Bucky watched the expanse of your back as you climbed down the dock’s ladder. The delicate motion of your spine made him want to slip beneath the surface and reemerge to make sure it wasn’t a dream—so he did. Closing his eyes, he sank down and allowed the water to engulf him like liquid silk, lukewarm and dense. In the few seconds that he was under, all else disappeared except for his own thoughts.

They were all about you.

When he came back up for air, you were wading towards him with a chuckle flowing past your lips. The water was still shallow enough that your feet reached the bottom, but more of your body disappeared beneath it with each step.

Bucky wiped his eyes and brushed his hair from his forehead just as you came to a stop in front of him. You reached out to tuck a piece he’d missed behind his ear. Tiny beads of water fell from his clumped lashes as he blinked at you.

“Not so bad, huh?” he asked. “Feels pretty good.”

“Mhm.” Then, unable to resist the childish urge, you flicked a little bit of water his way.

He flinched as a small sound of surprise escaped him.

When he moved to wipe his face again, you squealed because you were almost certain he was going to retaliate. But he didn’t. He simply shook his head and smiled in that soft way of his that made you weak in the knees. Your cheeks grew warm as you relaxed.

“Oh, c’mon,” you sighed, taking him in. The line of the water rested at the bottom of his pecks. Meanwhile, it spanned along your collarbones. “You can’t look at me all sweet like that. Now I feel bad.”

Amusement sparkled in his eyes. “A little water to the face never hurt anybody.”

The two of you shared an easy laugh. And when things grew quiet once again, his look shifted to the same one he’d given you on the dock, and multiple times throughout the day. The one that bared his heart, and left you unsure of what to do with yourself.

“Now, what’s this look been all about?” Your voice was almost shy as a tiny smile pulled at your lips.

Bucky shrugged as if to say nothing. But it was something. It was everything. You were everything.

“Wanna go out a little further?” he asked.

Wordlessly, you drew closer to him and hugged his neck. His bare skin brushed against yours as he hooked an arm around your waist, and ventured further from the dock. The water was smooth as you two glided through it, he was the one doing all the work. It eventually came to the point where your feet no longer reached the ground, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist.

That’s when Bucky settled in a spot.

A beat later, he was pressing a short line of kisses to your cheek before finally meeting your mouth. The way his lips moved against yours was like a languid hunger. There was no overt sense of haste, but there was a depth and slowness that attested to him wanting to take in the entirety of your warmth.

It took a few seconds for you to remember to breathe. And when you did, you became all the more aware of the pleasant flutters surging throughout your body and pooling in your stomach.

He pulled away when you pressed one of your palms against his chest, digging your nails in just enough for him to feel them.

An apologetic look flickered across his face for a fraction of a second, but then he realized you weren’t looking at him as though he’d done something wrong. Your gaze held a gentle expectancy.

“I don’t think that look you’ve been giving me is nothing,” you told him softly. He felt your fingertips beginning to play at the nape of his neck, where his bun now sagged, dripping with water. “Especially when you’ve been so attentive to me all day too.” You leaned forward to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke. “S’cause I love you.” He states that like its scripture, ancient text inscripted in stone sometime long ago. “And that’s the one thing I won’t mind doing for the rest of my life.

“It’s you, doll.” It always has been.

He touched his forehead to yours, and you understood.

The water continued to lap around you. It didn’t take looking up to the sky to know that this moment had been specially crafted for the two of you. You could feel it in the gentle fan of his breath, and in the shivers that ran down your spine as he caressed your back.

But, just because you could, you decided to look upwards towards the moon. Dull stars shone all around it, seemingly spanning for miles. The village elders were right about the expansive beauty of the sky. How it was a testament to life’s capacity to be filled with moments that took your breath away. Being in the lake, in Bucky’s arms, did just that.

He kissed the underside of your chin before your gaze leveled back out to meet his. Then he took your left arm from its place around his neck and pressed a wet kiss to your palm.

“You’re the one,” he murmured.

You cupped his cheeks in both hands, admiring his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, his pink lips. “You already have my yes,” you promised, brushing your thumbs over his warm skin. “A million times over.”

The happiness coursing through his veins very well could’ve made him burst at the seams, but it was merciful enough not to. That didn’t stop it from shining through in the smile that stretched across his face and made light crinkles form at the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss you once again. This time, briefly.

But you chased after his lips and managed to land a few more sweet pecks until laughter was rumbling through his chest. He had to rework his grip on you as the water sloshed.

“Guess what?” You asked after relenting. “I love you all the way to the moon and back.” A proud smile spread across your face when he was unable to keep himself from letting out a little snort.

“I love you more,” he ran a thumb over your bottom lip. “You’re not getting cold or anything, are you? Wanna stay out here a little longer?”

You nodded earnestly. “I just want you to keep holding me. Can you do that?” When he opened his mouth to speak, you kissed his answer right from his lips, making his head grow fuzzier than it already was. “Can you hold me, baby?”

“Yeah. I can do that, pretty girl,” he murmured. “I can do whatever you want.”

Like a moth drawn to a flame, you pressed yourself even closer to his body, situating your arms around his neck yet again. This time, you rested your chin on his shoulder and closed your eyes. A little taste of forever.

There, under the moon with the man you loved, was right where you belonged.

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"Rock 'n' Roll Remix: Brandon Flowers's Weenie Roast 2004 Look Gets a Modern Makeover!

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erina-writes-headcanons · 2 years

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and one more thing. this time with haikyuu >:)

sakusa, suga & terushima. they have an s/o that doesn't usually dress girly but when they do boys are such fans of it! literally simps!!!

it could be an occasion like a date, prom or wedding, and they are guests. i leave the choice to you!

thank you as always! have a nice day, love u.

❤️Sugawara Koushi, Sakusa Kiyoomi, and Terushima Yuuji Who usually dress up casually are Dressing Elegantly at Event❤️

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A/N: AAAHHHH!!! Thank you so much for the cute idea of the scenario and the headcanons idea because I honestly can see their cute reactions when they see their S/O did this! Especially Sugawara's cute reaction! Anyway. I'm sorry for the long update and I hope you forgive me @pillow-anime-infos ( ⇀‸↼‶ )

Gender: Female

Warning: None

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Sugawara Koushi - Karasuno

Sugawara doesn't really care how you dress up, he doesn't care if you usually just wear a simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans, pajamas, or casual clothes because he loves you the way you are.

In fact, I believe he also prefers using casual clothes when going out together with you and on a date so he understands those comfortable feelings where you just prefer to use relaxing clothes instead of getting dressed up when going out.

However, you were invited to your best friend's birthday party Haruka in a fancy restaurant and she told you the dress code for everyone is to wear any blue shades whereas the birthday girl is wearing a beautiful pink shade of the dress.

You remember your mother bought a beautifully simple one-shoulder navy dress with the bottom reaching to your knees on your birthday and you are planning to wear that along with a necklace and a pair of pearl earrings.

Or if you are a male, you are wearing a pair of oversized navy or royal blue button-up shirts with trousers, a belt, and a leather wristwatch to make your looks fancier.

You want to look your best for your best friend Haruka since the two of you have been close since middle school and Haruka told you in the chat that you can bring your boyfriend, Sugawara.

As Sugawara was done wearing a pair of trousers along with a button-up shirt, he was walking up to your room to ask if you know where are his pair of loafers. His eyes widened to see you in a beautiful dress.

His face wasn't only red and spacing out, but he was stuttering and having an error in his brain. He knows his S/O is perfect but he did not expect you to look like an angel.

You are correct on this one that he became a simp. He tried to give a compliment to you but all you hear a jumbled and noncoherent words but his reaction was too cute that you couldn't help but tease the poor boy.

"What? Am I really beautiful that you cannot speak?" Congrats (Y/N), now you made him almost faint because of your teasing. He literally apologize in a stuttering way before running to the living room, escaping from your tease.

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The birthday party has not started yet and there's a lot of time to get ready together with Sugawara, your boyfriend. It was her sweet seventeen so lots of people were invited to your best friend's birthday party even though most of the ones who were invited are the third year and her classmates.

Most of the clothes in your wardrobe were t-shirts, blouses, denim, or other casual clothes so you had a little bit of trouble searching for appropriate clothes until you remember the clothes that your mother had given to you on your birthday. It was a one-shoulder navy dress/navy button-up shirt.

It was the most appropriate clothes to celebrate your best friend's birthday and you had no other choice but to wear the chosen clothes along with some jewels and the makeup touch for the final touch. You hadn't realized the sounds of footsteps getting closer and a knock on the door from the other side.

"(Y/N)? Are you in there?" There was no answer from you.

"(Y/N)?" No answer once again.

Sugawara knew that you didn't hear him at all and the grey-haired setter decides to get inside so he could ask something to you, "(Y/N). Have you seen my loafers? I forgot where did I put it-" but he was cut off as his brown eyes laid on your figurine. You look so amazing in that outfit.

The sound of him speaking obviously made you lose your focus on yourself before turning around to see Sugawara standing there like a statue with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. "Suga? Sweetheart? Do you need anything?"

He was very starstruck that he did not hear your question at all, all you can see was that his mouth was moving around but you couldn't hear a word from his mouth. It clicked in your mind that Sugawara is distracted with your outfit and you know this is a chance to tease your poor boyfriend for after all his tease that he did on you.

"Suga babe~ is there anything wrong?" The corner of your lips tugged upwards, playing coy with him.

" What- Uh Yes- I mean, no-. There is nothing wrong," He stammered, cheeks turning rosy and his eyes advert from your eyes.

"Are you sure? Is it because I look so beautiful/handsome that you cannot speak?" You continue teasing him.

"I-I'M SORRY!!" Sugawara finally shut the door close, letting you alone as you had your best day by making your boyfriend red.

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Sakusa Kiyoomi - Itachiyama

In this headcanon, I believe Sakusa is at least a little bit more opinionated with your fashion sense but he's not the type who likes to be too controlling so he mostly just gonna stares with a judgemental stare

I'm saying that because I believe Sakusa would prefer you to wear clothes that don't have any stains, rip, or a bad smell on them. He prefers you wear clothes that just got washed and have a nice smell on them.

He doesn't care if you wear casual clothes or stay-at-home clothes because why do need to dress up elegantly when you're not going anywhere? He only doesn't like it if you are wearing clothes from yesterday and you haven't taken a shower.

However, you were invited by your sister or brother to their wedding and she told you to wear something elegant and told you the dress code for the party is the color grey shades.

Trying to look your best, you were wearing an Asymmetric Cut out Smokey Grey Dress with a heart necklace and a pair of grey heels or if you are a male, you decide to wear a pair of a grey blazer as the outerwear, a white shirt, and dark grey trousers to pull off an elegant and fancy look

While you were putting the last touch on your face, there was loud sounds of footsteps and a door knob but you didn't realize those sounds and continued making yourself look presentable for your sister/brother's marriage.

The door was wide open to show a pair of brown eyes looking at you up and down. He was surprised to look at you with a such an amazing outfit.

He was in a trance when looking at you, he didn't move at all because of the awe and it made you think that someone just stopped the time but nope. Your boyfriend just looking at you with awe.

If you have sharp hearing, you can almost hear Sakusa letting out a small whisper of 'Beautiful/Amazing' but once he caught you staring, Sakusa would quickly look away.

He might act all cold around you by not speaking but don't worry. He is not mad, he is just embarrassed as hell but he is trying to hide it from you.

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Today is your sibling's wedding day and everyone in the family is invited including their partner too because of this, you dragged your boyfriend Sakusa to come along and celebrate your sibling's wedding birthday in a hotel.

At first, Sakusa didn't want to go to the party because he hates crowds and he cannot stand people talking very closely to him for fear that they going to be touchy and infect unknown bacteria to him. However, your smart brain made a deal with your boyfriend that you would buy him lots of Umeboshi, especially onigiri for his lunch.

He was having lots of thoughts on this but he finally agreed to go to your sibling's wedding party and maybe gave them a nice wedding gift for their marriage since it's culture for Japanese people to give cash or a gift to those who are married.

However, he did not expect you as his S/O are going to dress like an angel with your dress or a suit when he arrives at the wedding party. Not only it suits you perfectly and hugging your every curve but it also made him think twice maybe if he should go with you together once again. He never sees you dressing up like this

Your eyes glance at the ace of Itachiyama and a smile is adorned on your face before you're walking up to him, "Sakusa-san. I'm glad you're coming to my sister/brother's party. I thought you would not come."

"I wouldn't if you didn't make that deal," Sakusa said nonchalantly.

People might think he's such a bad partner because of the way he talks can be seen as harsh but you know better that those words don't mean anything and it doesn't need to be taken into the heart since Sakusa isn't someone who is good at expressing his expression like his cousin.

As he turns around, your eyes widened with surprise, and glance up at him again with eyes blinking repeatedly. 'You look beautiful/handsome in that dress/suit." Even though those sounds were small, you still can hear him as clearly as a day because you didn't expect Sakusa to praise you.

However, it did not last long before a smile adorned your face once again before strutting up to Sakusa. Your hands gently held his hand and you can feel him flinch in once second before it relaxes once again as his eyes laid on yours with a little bit of red colour on his cheeks"You also look amazing in this outfit."

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Terushima Yuuji - Johzenzi

Terushima might be a playboy and dating you because of your look the first time but once the relationship is stable. I can see Terushima loves you for the way you are.

He doesn't care if you often wear just a pair of tee along with short pants in the house or a jogger with a sweatshirt when playing volleyball with you.

The reason is that he is the same as you. Why do you need to dress up when you are going to play volleyball or just laze around in the house?

But let's just pretend that you are going to have a date together with him later at a restaurant and you want to catch his eyes with your outfit and you have the right clothes for that.

If you are female, you are wearing a shirring sleeve dress with a canary yellow shade dress but if you are a male. You are wearing a button-down shirt, layered with a crew neck jumper, and mustard yellow trousers with a belt on them to pull a simple but elegant look for the date night.

Once you arrive at the restaurant and wait for him, he just got arrived and he immediately looks at you as if you are a five-star course meal.

Terushima was STARSTRUCK, he would definitely go up to you and start to flirt at you as if he just saw you for the first time, being a cheezy boyfriend.

He will throw tons of pickup lines, some can be cute, some made you blush bright red and some would be bad but those pickup lines would make you laugh, like:

"Do you have a map or a compass? Because I'm lost in your eyes." or " Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, it makes me want to smile." Yes, he is that cheesy around you when the two of you are on a date.

Also, Terushima would be quite touchy so expect his arm around your waist or around your shoulder casually most of the time when you two had a date.

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It has been such a long time that you and your boyfriend did not spend time with each other after a long time because of the middle-term exam. Your father and mother didn't let you go out because they want you to focus on your test and have a high score, and if you go out without telling them. The two of them would take your phone away.

It was really sad because Terushima would keep trying to call you and asking you to hang out together with him or just sneak out from your parents but you know better because sneaking out without permission is like the death penalty to you. You couldn't live without your phone.

But the middle exam has passed and you had a great score in every subject except math. Even though you didn't get an A plus, your mother and father were still satisfied with your scores and let you go out but not knowing that you had a date together with your boyfriend.

Arriving at the restaurant, you decide to see at the table near the window so you can see the view of the city where there are lots of bystanders walking around to enjoy their day but not noticing someone is tiptoeing behind you with a smirk on his face and a mischievous glints in his eyes.

"BOO!" The male tapped your shoulder quite hard but not hard enough to hurt you.

"EEEK! Terushima-san! Your piece of shit!" you hissed in annoyance.

"Hehe, sorry-babe. By the way, you look amazing in that outfit," His eyes look at your attire up and down.

The dress/the suit complements your figure, it hugs your every curve and the outfit makes you look more attractive than anyone in the restaurant. Terushima could not help but his smirk widened as he sat across from you "Baby, Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, it makes me want to smile~" Terushima winks.

"Are you always this flirty?" You raise your eyebrows, challenging him back playfully.

"Only to you, especially this night since you look so amazing~" the corner of his lips tugged upwards, loving the challenge that you gave to him.

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Chapter 27 of Roneo and Kimliet

Chapter 27

(Feb. 14, 2006, 8:11pm)

Back at the Possible house, Kim and Monique were finishing up the lines from Scene 5.

"So I have to kiss Ron pretty much twice in a span of two minutes in that scene of the masked ball..." Kim said sighing.

"Yep...that's what it says on the play, girl." Monique replied.

"Too bad the censors didn't cut it out." Kim muttered, "But still, it's only a play...only a play!"

Then, the Kimmunicator on Kim's bed, beeped the familiar four-beep tune.

Beep-beep-be-beep

"I'll get that." Kim insisted as she grabbed the Kimmunicator.

"Hey Wade, what's the sitch?"

"Hey Kim, how's the Romeo and Juliet thing going?" Wade asked.

"Okay so far, we got through the first three scenes of Act I and we're going to finish the rest of it tomorrow." Kim didn't want to mention anything between her and Ron to Wade as of yet.

Then she added, "Is there anything else more than the Bard's works on this call?"

"Oh yes, I was about to get to you on the IRCH. It took me about 14 hours, but I managed to scan the extensive employee database of the entire Space Center." Wade said, "I found one discrepancy."

"You wonder who could it be?" Kim wondered.

"According to my findings, the fake Middleton Space Center employee is actually a con-woman named Grace Larceny." Wade said as he brought a mugshot of the woman to Kim's attention. She was in her mid-20s and stood 5'7. "She is an expert in the art of theft ranging from rare jewelry to scientific devices for money. She is also an expert at 15 styles of kung-fu and is a master of creating fake identities to fool even the toughest security systems."

"So where is she now?" Kim asked.

"As it stands, she could be anywhere in the world!" Wade exclaimed, "She's really good at the fake identity thing! But I can try and track her credit card use and let you know where she is!"

"Please and thank you, Wade!" Kim said as the two of them ended the communication on the Kimmunicator.

(February 15, 2006, 7:30am)

Kim entered Middleton High wearing a long-sleeved button-down croptop, Club Banana khaki baggy overalls with both straps hooked and high-heeled brown boots. Giant gold hoop earrings and a couple of gold CB bracelets completed the outfit.

She met up with Ron at her locker. Ron was in his normal outfit, holding the Romeo and Juliet script.

"Hey, Ron!" Kim exclaimed, waving to him.

"Hey, KP! How did practice with Monique go last night?" Ron asked, waving back.

"It was no big, really. We managed to get through Scenes Four and Five alright." Kim replied. "Wade did beep in on the Kimmunicator last night. He may have found who stole that insect helmet thing."

Ron shuddered, "Again, KP, insects really bring up those bad Wannaweep memories..."

Kim then thought, "The only problem is where the thief will strike next. From what Wade said, she blends well in the shadows. We would have to find her first..."

However, her train of thought was interrupted by Tara. The blonde was in a CB long denim dress and black high heel boots with a long gold necklace.

"Ummm...Kim, don't look at Bonnie and her girls now..." Tara groaned.

"Step aside, losers

"Oh, great..." Kim muttered, "...what is Bonnie...?"

She turned around and found her answer as to what Tara was talking about.

"O...M...G..."

Kim's jaw dropped at the outfits Bonnie, as well as Hope, Ashley A, Ashley B, Ashley T, Amanda and Sarah all wore.

Bonnie led the way, as usual. She was wearing a pink tube top and baggy oversize dark denim Club Banana overalls with both straps undone and a belt to hold them up. Normally, this wouldn't be an issue for Kim since she had seen Bonnie style them in that manner, as much as it annoys the redhead since the brunette cannot utilize the basic need of the straps and that it was a blatant violation of the MHS dress code. What was different this time was that Bonnie was showing off half her pink Club Banana boxers.

As for the three Ashleys that were there, Ashley A and Ashley B were also in the dark denim CB overalls with the bib down, only that both straps were hooked to the bib. Ashley T was in the CB carpenter jeans. They were all in croptops with Ashley A and Ashley T sporting pink while Ashley B was sporting teal. All three of the Ashleys went with the purple CB boxers to show off. While Ashley A and Ashley T were wearing pink sneakers to complete the outfit, Ashley B went for beige boots.

Hope, Sarah and Amanda, were wearing yellow, lavender, and blue croptops, respectively and, like Bonnie, Ashley A and B , were in the CB dark denim overalls with both straps undone and showing off the CB boxers, like the other Mean Cheers. Those three girls also coordinated their sneakers to match their croptops.

They also wore varying amounts of heavy gold and silver jewelry that were extremely shiny.

"What's the matter, K? Jelly over our fetch outfits?" Bonnie grinned.

"B, can't you or your girls EVER hook up overalls properly like I do?" Kim muttered. "Monique would declare this a fashion disaster area!"

"And look like a farmer? So no way!" Bonnie countered, "Unlike you, in which your wardrobe is always the same, me and the girls stayed up at midnight to watch the new Britina-MC Honey duet!"

"Lemme guess, the outfits you and the Mean Cheers are wearing match the ones in the video?" Kim guessed.

"They are so ab-fab!" Bonnie exclaimed while flipping her hair, "Elsa Cleeg said so!"

"I don't care what she says, Rockwaller!" Kim exclaimed, "You know, you're going to be the reason why this district is going to force us to wear school uniforms!"

"Not going to happen, Possible! Not as long as my mom is the head!" Bonnie countered, "You should know this already!"

"Whatever, don't blame me if you do indeed suffer a Ron moment." Kim muttered. "And I gotta get to my first class any ways!"

"Kthanksbye, loser!" Bonnie smirked "See you at cheer practice!"

And so, the two rivals parted ways for their separate classes. The rest of the Mean Cheers also went their separate ways for their first classes.

Bonnie walked with Amanda, for they had US History as their first period class.

"Amanda, I want you to record Scenes 4 and 5 for me for today's practice." she insisted, "But keep the camera hidden from Possible. We still do not want her to notice anything!"

#kim possible #ron stoppable #fanfiction #roneo and kimliet #chapter 27 #rufus #bonnie rockwaller #monique

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spicy-lefaiye · 10 months

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hi i wrote more spicy spicy salvatore content, feat. his human boytoy jason, aka billy

kinks: daddy kink, some light almost-choking, some light orgasm denial

sal and jason's first time having sex is in the back of jason's shitty van, jason sprawled out on his back and keeping his hands by his side, with sal straddling his hips. jason is also naked, while sal's wearing one of jason's shirt, an oversized button-up that he's left completely open, hanging off his shoulders and freely showing off his body. he's holding jason's long, fat cock in his hands, stroking it and admiring it.

"damn, billy, who'd'a thought you had a third leg?" he teases, rubbing his thumb over the squishy head and collecting the beading precum there. he's been at this for a while now, teasing jason but not letting him cum.

"please," jason whimpers. "p-please-"

"please what?" sal says. "use your words, billy." jason whines as sal pumps his cock, tilting it to rub it against sal's damp folds. jason's vision whites out briefly as he feels that hot slick drip onto his cock, imagining how tight sal's gonna be.

"pleaseletmefuckyoudaddypleasei'vebeensogoodforyou!" the words leave him in a single rush of breath, and sal chuckles.

"damn eager little whore," he growls. "can barely even contain yourself--c'mon, try again. be clearer this time." he runs a clawed finger over the thick vein on the underside of jason's dick, grinning at jason's desperate little sob.

"please-" jason whimpers. "p-please, daddy, i-i need you. please let me f-fuuuuck you, pleasseee-" sal's laughter cuts him off.

"good boy," he coos. "that's a good boy. god, you're pathetic, a desperate little whore, drooling and begging for daddy's cunt." he squeezes jason for emphasis. "... but you've been good. obedient. so you deserve a prize."

sal shifts his hips, positioning the head of jason's cock at his hole.

"keep those hands still," he barks. jason nods, and sal starts pushing it in. it's a tight squeeze, but sal's so wet that jason slides in easily for the most part. by the time he's fully seated, their hips flush together, jason is trembling and gasping. sal, too, is struggling to hold himself together, biting back a moan at the feeling of the thick length inside him.

it takes a moment before sal starts to move, lifting his hips slightly before bringing them down again. he rests his hands on jason's chest for leverage, groaning as he starts to fuck himself.

"you're so tight, daddy," jason whimpers. "fuck-"

"shhhh," sal says, moving one hand to stroke jason's face. "keep quiet--let daddy use you."

and jason tried to stay quiet, but he can't stop himself from moaning and whimpering. sal's walls are slick and hot, squeezing him perfectly. his moans gradually get louder, and he's struggling to keep his hands in place. finally, sal takes pity on him.

"put your hands on my hips," he orders. jason does so immediately. sal laughs, his hand sliding down to wrap lightly around jason's throat. "fuck, you're so eager to please, ain't you?" jason nods to the best of his ability, whimpering breathlessly.

sal gradually gets faster, until he's bouncing up and down on jason's fat dick hard enough he's barely staying upright. jason's hands are gripping his hips tight, offering support and holding him up.

"you close?" sal asks. jason nods, hardly able to speak. "don't finish yet, little slut--daddy needs to cum first."

jason tried his best not to cum, but he finally can't hold it back, his cock twitching before spilling deep into sal as he shouts with pleasure. sal's hips still, and jason takes a second to catch his breath.

after a moment, jason speaks.

"'m sorry, daddy," he whimpers. sal's grip on his throat loosens, and he strokes a clawed thumb across the hot, sweaty skin.

"for what?" sal prompts.

"f-for cumming too soon." jason swallows. "i-i tried to hold it back, i did, but you felt so good and-"

sal clenches around his softening cock suddenly, making him cry out, and smiles.

"you can make it up to me, billy," sal says. "i ain't mad at ya', but if you really wanna show daddy what a good boy you are..." he pauses, thinking for a moment, before he comes to a decision. "... you can eat daddy's cunt like a good little whore." immediately, jason is nodding, licking his lips unconsciously. sal laughs at the sight. "eager fucking slut."

sal sits up, letting jason's soft dick slip out of him, followed by a trickle of cum and slick. jason groans at the sight, his cock twitching in a valiant effort to harden again.

sal hovers his hips over jason's face, carefully lowering down. "enjoy your meal, billy," sal says fondly, stroking his hands through jason's long blond locks.

and enjoy he does.

the moment jason's mouth makes contact with sal's cunt, he digs in, not even flinching at the taste of his own seed. he slurps it right up, lapping at the soaking folds and grazing his teeth along sal's throbbing t-dick. jason's hands end up on sal's hips again, squeezing and holding him firmly in place. it's clear right away that jason doesn't know what he's doing, but his emthusiasm more than makes up for that. he licks sal over and over, occasionally nipping and sucking. his face is a mess of drool and slick and cum, and he's having the time of his goddamn life.

as jason eats him out, sal is suddenly struck by just how eager jason is to please him. previous sexual partners, even ones who cared about his pleasure to some degree, never were like that. never acted like touching sal was an honor, a privilege they were grateful for. jason is out of his depth here, but he's diving in with gusto because it's sal.

sal shoves down the swell of emotion in his chest and tugs on jason's hair instead.

finally, sal cums with a snarl, shuddering as jason continues lapping at him through the aftershocks of his orgasm. soon after, sal pulls back, resting on jason's chest and looking down at him.

jason looks starstruck. his face is wet and red, his eyes a little glassy, but he's smiling. and he looks so proud of himself.

"like that, daddy?" he teases. "or should i go back in, just to be sure?"

the tide of emotions swelling up inside sal washes over him and he feels tears bead at the corners of his eyes. he tries to hide them, but of course jason notices. immediately, jason's proud grin falls and he sits up.

"sally?" he says gently. "sally, baby, what's wrong?"

the open concern and care in his voice is the final straw that breaks the dam, and sal lets out a muffled sob as he covers his face with his hands. jason immediately moves them both, holding sal tight to his chest and rubbing his back. soon, sal is fucking bawling, burying his face in jason's neck. and jason keeps holding him, lifting a hand to stroke his hair as he coos to him.

finally, sal calms down enough that his sobs become quiet little whimpers, but he stays in jason's arms, shuddering. jason kisses the top of his head.

"you okay, baby?" he asks. "c'mon, tell me what happened."

"n-nothin' happened," sal manages to say after a minute, his tongue heavy in his mouth. "i- i- you-" you're too good to me. too good for me. i'm a mess and a monster and fucking pathetic and you're the best thing that's-

sal is wrenched out of those thoughts by gentle fingers carding through his hair.

"i'm here, baby," jason says. "i'm here." he kisses sal's forehead. and even though his face is tacky and sticky with cum and spit, all sal can do is press himself closer.

#xavier makes text posts #xavier ocs (spicy edition)#oh oh oh sexy vampire #xavier writing (spicy edition)#i love them...

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virtual-insanity28 · 1 year

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For the match-up Event:

Hobbies - gaming, art, collect Anime/Manga merchandise <333

Dislikes - really cold weather

I like to have a Partner that likes me like i am <3

Characters i don't want - Igaguri or the Wanima Twins 🙂

I match you with…

Nagi Seishiro

To equal your love for gaming(or just general social discourse), Nagi is definitely the person who qualifies.

This boy is very…chill. He couldn’t care less what you do, as long as it makes you happy, he guesses. He does like to have affection, though, so don’t forget you have him!

He is genuinely a tired boy. Almost anywhere, you can spot him dozing off if he isn’t already passed out. Oftentimes, he complains that the things he’s doing is “boring” and he’d rather chill out with you in his lap.

Sometimes, because of your love of anime and manga, he’ll go shopping with you to browse the sections…Only if you promise you can stop at the nearby arcade or game shop. Typically, shopping days are a win-win deal for you both.

As for your art, Nagi isn’t one with a good eye for that kind of things, but he’s not one to judge you for what you like. Oh? You find that splattered painting of an eyebrowless woman beautiful? Okay, that’s cool. It’s older than the first version of his favorite game.

Nagi likes to be accidentally competitive; meaning, when you rant to him about a new character you really like in a gacha, he does his best to upgrade his materials and pull for that one just because you like it. He doesn’t mean it to shove his luck in your face. He just gets caught up in his mind thinking about you, and randomly does those said things because he knows you like it!

During the winter, especially when it starts to snow, you two absolutely have more than ten layers on. It’s almost comedic seeing Nagi’s shirts and hoodies droop down to his knees, yet he is always cold and he hates it. Besides, Reo said his fashion was unique one time, so he stuck with it.

He even allows you to take a few of his clothing to wear in case you’re extra cold. Though, because of his height and size, his clothes may or may not be a bit(WAY) too big for you…They’re even oversized for a 6’1” beast like him!

Inside, though, isn’t much of a different story. You two would be cozy as hell with all of the pillows, blankets, and high-level heater on. Mugs full of hot chocolate surround you while you two have controllers in your hands, pressing the buttons as you play the current games to pass time.

Overall, though Nagi is a little too chill, he doesn’t seem to have any issues in getting along with you. In fact, he likes to takes naps on your lap or shoulder, and he generally adores having you around. You’re a person willing to date a bum like him, so it’s only fair he shows you how he feels towards that.

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acceptyoucausefuckem · 1 year

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Inspired by @kyojurosfirelilyy with one of her posts about Ace or Kyojuro swaying reader in spanish, so why not both? I’ve been trying to work on this forever! This song to set the mood.

A/N: Modern AU One Piece x Demon Slayer.

The music pumped loudly in your ears, your blood rushing through your body as your anxiety set in. You haven’t been out in a long time but Nami and Robin insisted that you get out of the house. They raided your closet for something more fitting to wear rather than your sweatpants and oversized your shirt. They found a red lacy crop top that complimented your breasts and contrasted nicely against your tan skin, black torn up booty shorts, and paired it with one of your black combat boots. You were surprised to even see those clothes, you weren’t sure if they even fit you anymore. Yet, here you were, inside a poorly lit club being dragged by Nami. Robin followed behind you, giving you a reassuring smile that everything was going to be okay. “Will you please just relax Y/N? You look gorgeous, here this should relax you.” Nami exclaimed and shoved a red solo cup in your hands, you looked down at it and smelled it, Whiskey and Coke. You hesitated at first, “You’ll be fine. You deserve to have some fun.” Robin placed a hand on your shoulder, they both grinned at you and you built up the courage to drink it down. They’re right, you do deserve to have some fun! You’ve been working your ass off and this could actually be delightful. You shivered a bit as the whiskey stayed coated in your throat, goosebumps going down your body. Nami handed you another cup instantly and held hers up along with Robin, “To girl’s night!” You smiled and cheered with them, tapping your cups and drinking it down.

The three of you walked down to the dance floor, the drinks had given you enough confidence to dance freely to the music. Not having a care in the world, you had your two best gal pals and were surrounded by strangers that you would probably never meet again. “Well, well, well, look who finally left their humble abode.” You froze in place and your heart thumped against your chest, your body instantly catching on fire. You looked behind you to see Ace with a smug smile on his face. His jet black hair was free from his hat. He wore skinny black jeans with a black fishnet, always showing his muscles. Not that you minded, the view was always appreciated. He noticed your staring and his smile grew cheekier, “Enjoying the view chiquita?”** Your face went hot and you jerked your head away from his sight and crossed your arms, “It suits you.” You mumbled under your breath, you looked around to escape with Nami and Robin only to realize they were gone. Your heart quickened, you were alone with Ace. The man that made your knees weak by just looking at you. Ace chuckled at your compliment, “I can’t really say the same about you.” You whipped your head back, a small glare boring into his chest, was he going to insult your outfit? You were just starting to feel comfortable in it. He raised his hands in surrender, “I meant to say that you look stunning. We should see each other more outside of work mi chiquita hermosa.**” A small blush across his cheeks as he scratched his head nonchalantly. You gulped, maybe it was the alcohol, but you found yourself walking closer to him, complete tunnel vision and his lips were your goal. “There you are Ace! I’ve been looking all over for you!” A thunderous voice came from his right side as an arm wrapped around Ace’s waist. He was the sun that lit the office every day, the one who encouraged and supported you through every project, your desk neighbor Kyojuro. Your sunshine boy as you loved to call him. He was wearing a white long sleeve, sleeves rolled up with the first 4 buttons loose, and a pair of black cargo jeans. What was this? ‘Let’s put Y/N in the most awkward position she can ever be in night?’ You didn’t know they knew each other since Ace worked in a different department, you also didn’t know how intimate they were. The way Ace met Kyojuro with his own arms, lifted Kyojuro’s face with his fingertips and went in with a passionate kiss.

You felt a lump in your throat and your eyes stung a bit. “Please excuse me.” You managed to whisper and quickly walked away towards the women’s bathroom. You locked yourself in a stall and leaned against the wall, covering your mouth so no one noticed your small cries. Of course, not only were the men you were attracted to in the same place and knew each other, but you realized you had no place in their lives, at least not the way you wanted to. They looked adorable together and you wouldn’t want to ruin it by being selfish. You were not a homewrecker and you weren’t going to start now, even if it meant you were left alone. You sighed and left the stall, splashed water on your face and gave yourself a little pep talk. “Do not let this ruin your mood, you should be happy for them!” You tried convincing yourself and walked toward the exit, you were going to find your girls and continue your girl’s night as it should be.

“Y/N.” You turned your head quickly to the side to see Kyojuro leaning against the wall by the door, had he been waiting for you? Even after what you saw your heart couldn’t help but flutter at your name escaping his lips. “Y/N.” He was closer now, inches away from your face. His cologne reaches your nose, a hint of sandalwood and whiskey. “What’s wrong? Am I not your sunshine boy anymore?” He took your hands in his and you froze, you couldn’t help but just stare into his unbuttoned chest, jeez, what’s with these chiseled muscle heads and being so damn tall. “Mi amor.”** You snapped back into reality and pulled away from him gently. “No, I’m not. You’re with Ace. I would never come in between you two.” His eyes softened and he smiled gently, taking your hands in his once again, giving them a small squeeze. Kyojuro leaned down to your right ear, “Ace doesn’t mind sharing.” You shivered slightly and he noticed because he let out a small chuckle. You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind and another voice in your left ear. “Kyojuro’s right mi chiquita. Afterall, it’s been a fantasy of mine to feel what it’s like inside of you.” You gasped as they both licked up your neck to your ear in sync with each other.

“No te preocupes chiquita, te vamos a cuidar muy bien esta noche.”** “Queremos escuchar tu hermosa voz gritar nuestro nombres.”**

Translations:

Chiquita hermosa: little beauty

Mi amor: My love

No te preocupes chiquita, te vamos a cuidar muy bien esta noche: Don’t worry little one, we’re going to take very good care of you tonight.

Queremos escuchar tu hermosa voz gritar nuestro nombres: We want to hear your beautiful voice scream our names.

#kyojuro #rengoku #kyojuro rengoku #demon slayer #ace #ace d portgas #one pice

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