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requestanythingyes · 7 months

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request #1: trickery

(redhead!superpowered!reader x male!crush)

(context: a school split into classes by whether or not students have powers)

(y/n = your name, y/n/n = your nickname, c/n = crush name, c/n/n = crush nickname, b/f/n = best friend's name, b/c/n = bestie's crush name)

You perked up as you heard the tell-tale shouts of your favorite (c/h/c). “Yo, bro! Where were you? I’ve been waiting a while!” you shout to him.

The boy in question, began shouting at you, making a girl near you frown.

”I’VE BEEN GETTING READY FOR CLASS! WHAT ELSE, SHITTY HAIR?!” (c/n) shouted, his volume gaining glares that were quickly quelled as they saw who it was. Although (c/n) wasn’t powered, his fighting prowess was one rivaled by few of the students in the higher classes. It was one of the many things you admired about (c/n), but you'd never mention it out loud.

“Alright, bro, calm down! Anyway, I was wondering, how do you think you’ll do on Michaelson’s test? The one that’s today?” you asked, laughing internally as you recognized (b/f/n)'s trademark expression of shock.

“(y/n/n)!” your best friend whined, as the illusion wore off. “How do you always know? I even got that one Class 1 kid to disguise me this time!” He pointed to the student hiding behind one of the trees.

“Bro, it’s because (c/n)- Hell only ever calls me Shitty Hair when my roots are visible, and he helped me dye my hair last night instead of studying.” The girl's frown deepened at this; you deserved better than that stupid, rude, blonde!

“Gotta remember these small details,” (b/f/n) muttered. He froze, then slowly turned to you with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Did you almost call Hell by his first name?” they asked. The girl gasped behind the book she was holding to hide her staring. You would never! The two of you were-

“What? Me? No, never! I don’t- I couldn’t- what’s Hell’s first name anyway?” you spluttered out as your ears turned red as your hair. “Oh, that’s so convincing,” (b/f/n) teased, drawing out their words to fully convey the sarcasm. “I’m absolutely convinced.” The girl huffed, annoyed at how that stupid blonde had corrupted her (Y/N)!

You flushed even redder, but you suddenly remembered (b/f/n)'s reaction to that purple-haired mini Michaelson from Class 1. “Oh, so just because I almost called my bro by his first name, we forget all about (b/c/n)?” Your best friend's blush outdid yours as the memory of the time (b/c/n) had…. come to their room… came to mind. “Shut up! At least I don’t have a crush on someone who insults everyone and everything in sight!” The girl's fingers flared up with fire at her anger, scorching her book. Not only had that (c/h/c) corrupted you, but that stupid criminal-powered boy had corrupted your best friend!

The real (c/n) fell out of the same tree (b/f/n) had gestured to earlier, crashing to the ground loudly enough to draw the two students' attention. He stood up, dusting off the leaves and other plants stuck onto his shirt. You and (b/f/n) just stared at their explosive friend. (b/c/n) passed the three of them, almost feeling the tension between you and (c/n). He decided to grab (b/f/n) as he went, getting the feeling that they might mess with your and (c/n)'s… relationship. Celeste glared at (b/c/n) and (c/n), not that either boy cared.

You didn’t notice that (b/c/n) had dragged (b/f/n) away (“(b/c/n)! I wanna see what happens! Wait!”) and instead continued to stare at (c/n)- or rather, his ripped jeans. The jeans outlined the physique usually hidden under baggier clothes. (c/n) also stared at you and the (overly tight, godDAMN who made you wear that) tshirt you were wearing. (It was your go between, Kira, but (c/n) didn’t need to know that.) Eventually, a small cough broke the two of you out of your reverie, neither of you noticing that there was no one around to have done it. The girl fumed even more at your staring.

“Um. Hey, (c/n/n), w-what's up?” you asked, looking away as you hooked your hand around the back of your neck. The girl had burned her book to ashes by now, absolutely furious at (c/n) for trying to steal you away.

(c/n) wasted no time, getting straight to the point. “OI, STUPID ROCK, YOU NEVER SAID YOU LIKED ME! WHY NOT?!” he shouted, ears and cheeks rivaling your hair. The girl was scowling, burning the grass under her hands as she saw (c/n) yell at her beautiful redhead. You powered up your legs, bracing yourself for what you saw as the inevitable fallout of this conversation. You decided to come clean.

“Because I was scared that you wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore.” Your honesty shocked (c/n) a bit, but he stomped forward anyway. Celeste gasped again at his audacity. Grabbing you by the shoulders, (c/n) shook you. Celeste bolted up at their proximity, beginning to make her way towards the pair as you continued to look anywhere but at (c/n), frustrating the blonde. “Ay, bro!” he shouted. “Look at me, you damn nerd!”

You glanced up, looking back down almost immediately. Celeste hummed to herself in joy; you weren’t looking at him so you could buy time for her to get to them! Tyler shook you again, a bit more gently. “Yo, bro! Bro?!” (c/n) tried. When he got no response, he pulled his trump card. Contrary to the popular belief, he knew the names of everyone in Class 1 and Gen Ed. (c/n) took a deep breath, preparing himself for your reaction to his next few words.

“Hey, (y/n/n)? Can you look at me, please?” (c/n) asked softly. Your head snapped up, almost whacking (c/n) in the face. Your blush was now very prominent, making the girl even angrier. What was it with that stupid, stupid (c/h/c)? Couldn’t he see that you were feeling harassed?

(c/n) sighed, pulling you to the cover of the trees. You shivered a bit as the taller boy’s breath brushed your cheek. “You know you can call me (c/n/n), or any nickname? And that I like you?” (c/n) whispered to you. “O-of course! I know that!” you responded a beat too quickly, stumbling over your words.

Tyler leaned even closer. The girl was riled now, fingers blazing with her hellfire (again, not that either of you noticed).

“It doesn’t seem like that,” (c/n) whispered. Your knees were so weak you nearly dropped from how close (c/n) was; you could smell the other boy’s cologne, almost drunk on the smell and the proximity. Were you dreaming? “And… and why not?” you whispered back, not wanting to break this or, if it was a dream, wake yourself. The girl was almost there now, and she saw you respond. Her fingers flared even higher- (c/n) wouldn’t win you! You were hers!

”Because,” (c/n) responded. “Your heart is beating like crazy,” (c/n) whispered as he leaned close enough for you to close the gap. “I’m not in love with you!” you whispered. (c/n) laughed. “Why wouldn't you be?”

“Ah- no- no reason.”

(c/n) closed the gap himself, tangling his tattooed fingers into your red hair he had helped dye last night. He lingered there for a few seconds, enough for you to react, closing your eyes and pressing yourself as close as you could. “Damn, bro, you’re a good kisser,” you chuckled, breaking the moment.

“Hey- hey, we were just kissing. You can’t kiss me and then call me bro, dumbass,” protested (c/n), the blush on his face not quite gone yet.

“What does that make us, then?” you asked. “And what about (b/f/n)?”

“Boyfriends, a couple, whatever you want, dumbass,” (c/n) responded, pulling you impossibly closer. “And don’t worry about (b/f/n). Haven’t you see him with that other Class 1 kid?”

Celeste shouted as she shoved (c/n) away from you- or at least, tried to. (c/n) just pulled you down with him, growling at the random girl that neither of you had ever seen before. “OI, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, HUH? WHADDYA THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” (c/n) shouted at the girl.

”I’m Celeste, (y/n)'s future girlfriend! Right, (y/n)?” the girl squealed. You stared at her, annoyance rippling across your face before you settled into confusion.

“I have no idea who you are,” you said, still on the ground- or rather, (c/n). Celeste responded, trying to pull you out of (c/n)'s grip. “But I saw you at the Student Festival! You saved me from falling! We’re meant to be!” Celeste squealed, her voice scratching at both of your ears.

(c/n) simply stood up, pulling you up with the arm still wrapped around your waist. “I suggest you stand back,” he said, wrapping his hand into a fist and displaying the iconic tattoos that almost all of Class 1 feared. It almost worked, but the girl turned around at the last second.

”You and that purple-haired boy with the villain’s power!” she screamed. “You corrupted (y/n)! Now (y/n)'s not right! Look, (y/n)'s still feeling harassed!” she continued, garnering the attention of the few students still out on the square (but she didn’t notice that they were all snickering at her stupidity). “And that (b/c/n) kid, he made (b/f/n) a freak too! Come on, (y/n), let’s go!” she cried, grabbing your hand. You pulled out of her hold easily, dropping any pretense of politeness.

“If you ever,” you said, powering up and stepping towards the girl, who squeaked, “and I mean ever, insult me or my friends ever again. You will regret it,” you threatened, enjoying the look of fear on the girl’s face. “Now leave.” (c/n) smirked at the girl from behind your back.

As the girl scurried off, you turned to (c/n), who wolf-whistled. A light brush dusted your cheeks as Tyler smirked. “Damn, (y/n/n)," he remarked, "that was hot. Didn’t know you could do that.”

Everyone else on the university’s campus watched through the windows, dumbstruck, as the school’s resident asshole and idiot stared at each other, paying no heed to the late bell or the levitating hair of the infamous Mr. Michaelson.

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fxiryeon · 29 days

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Y/N: *Dreamily looking at Luke in the distance*

Y/N: That’s the guy I have a crush on. Thoughts ??

Percy: And prayers, girl what-

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m-ayo-o · 10 months

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Mr. Fushiguro [I]

flirtation and humiliation with your professor part one | part two wc 2200

You have a meeting with Mr. Fushiguro, your personal tutor, this afternoon regarding your dissertation. You're dreading it a little, not only because you're unsure what your project will be, but Mr. Fushiguro is also incredibly intimidating and attractive. You often feel nervous during his seminars, or passing him in the corridor, but being alone with him makes you pretty anxious.

Despite feeling nervous, you arrive outside his office a few minutes early so as not to displease him. He hates tardiness. It seems as though he can hear you hovering outside his door as your knuckles hesitate inches from the wood. “You coming in or what?” You hear his deep voice, muffled from the inside.

You enter, a little startled, and step up to his desk as he flicks through some paperwork. He looks up at you as you stand fidgeting near the chairs on the opposite side of the desk. “Sit.” He mutters and returns to his work. The quick glance he gives you with his striking green eyes is enough to make your heart rate increase as you take your seat.

You feel intimidated by everything he does, everything he says, and it's like he knows you're so weak for him. The way you blush under his gaze and your shy glances at him give you away. You also avoid spending time with him alone, not without him noticing of course.

In fact, he notices and takes advantage of this. He often requests that you stay behind after lectures, just so he can talk to you some more, usually about your studies or just pointless small talk. He enjoys watching you squirm.

But today he can't be avoided. You fiddle with your skirt and wait patiently for him to finish what he's doing. As the clock ticks over to 4pm Mr. Fushiguro sets down his papers he was marking and straightens up in his chair, looking up at you with his piercing green eyes.

“Y/n,” he greets you like he's only just seen you, “remind me what our meeting is about today.”

“I need to decide… what my dissertation project will be, sir,” you reply.

He taps his pen on the table, “Mm hmm. That should be easy for someone like you,” he strokes his neck then stretches his arms over his head, desperate to move after sitting down for too long.

“So, have you had any thoughts, y/n?” You look down, feeling flustered as his muscles flex, his shirt pulling tight over his chest. “Um…” You murmur and twist your hair.

“Look, did you come here for a chat or not?” He asks flatly. Mr. Fushiguro is impatient and snappy at times, which adds to his intimidating personality.

“S-sir, it’s not that I–” you start, unable to find your words as you look up at him again, watching his lips curl into a slight smirk. He’s enjoying the embarrassed look on your face as you can barely look into his eyes.

“So, what is it then?” His voice sounds rough and deep. You look down into your lap again, then try to look up at him, “I, I– I’m sorry, sir. I’m a little stuck for ideas at the moment. Can we discuss this over email?” You blurt out your excuses, unable to withstand his intense glaring for a second longer as you suddenly stand and turn, ready to bolt for the door.

“Y/n.” Mr. Fushiguro’s deep voice stops you in your tracks. He steps around his desk and sits on the edge as you turn to face him. He raises his finger and beckons for you to come back. “I told you to sit. I don’t remember permitting you to leave just yet,” he says as you step back towards him, your legs quivering as you fight the urge to run.

He pats the chair that’s right below him now, encouraging you to sit in front of him again– this time much closer. Although you feel like you're being ensnared in some kind of trap, you sit and peer up at him as he gets comfy on his desk, one leg lazily dangling off the edge as the other props him up. His trousers fit him so well– you can see his defined thigh muscles as the material stretches over him.

“If you’re not going to talk, then I’ll have to start.” He looks down at you with a smile. “I’ll begin with a question– one that you should easily be able to answer. Why do you act like this around me, y/n?” He asks as if it’s the simplest question in the world.

“A-act like what, sir…?” you trail off, realising that he’s going to be dissatisfied by this non-answer. “Don’t answer my question with another question, y/n.” He snaps predictably, furrowing his eyebrows. He waits, tapping a big finger on the wooden desk and raising an eyebrow at you. You know he won’t repeat himself.

“Ok, I’ll try an easier question.” His expression shifts from displeased to curious as he peers down at your blushing face. “Do you find me attractive?” You look down as your hand covers your face. “I-I…” you stumble. “It’s very simple. Yes or no, y/n.”

“Mr. Fushiguro… I, I…” you feel so embarrassed– he must get a lot of attention like this and you figure he might be fed up with it by now; young, inexperienced women fawning over him, unable to express their feelings to him. You presume that he finds it all very bothersome and tiring.

So you try your best to get your head clear and speak to him properly. “Yes, sir.” You say quietly as you look up at him again. “Very good.” He praises you, smiling slightly at your answer. “Now, another question: do you want to fuck me?” He asks flatly.

You can’t help but take your bottom lip between your teeth, looking up at him pleadingly as if to say, please don’t make me answer that. He’s just doing this to humiliate me. You think as you put off answering him for just a little longer.

But his intense eye contact indicates that he wants you to answer right now. You nod, looking away from his eyes. He sighs and taps his finger on the desk, waiting for you to answer him properly.

You sigh, your cheeks and nose blushing pink. “Use your words, y/n. You’re usually very good at expressing your thoughts in class.” He encourages you.

“Yes, sir…” you manage, feeling totally overwhelmed with shame. You can’t believe he made you admit that. Out loud. You just want to disappear. “Well done. Now that we have that cleared up, would you like to talk about your dissertation project with me?” He asks, sounding insincere as a snarky smile spreads over his features.

He knows you can barely form sentences right now, let alone think about your third year research project that will carry most of your grade for your final year and overall degree. You let out a sad sigh, “I, I don’t think I can… right now…” you admit as you look down. You must look pitiful. That just adds to your embarrassment.

“So, you want me to fuck you first, then talk about your project?” Your heart skips a beat. What the fuck did he just say? Your mind is racing– you presume you didn’t hear him right as you look up at him with wide and confused eyes. There’s a long pause before you murmur, “E-excuse me, sir?” You feel your lip trembling.

He really doesn’t like repeating himself. He just sighs through his nose, his patience clearly wearing thin. He gazes over your body, his eyes trailing up your long legs and hovering over your short skirt. His eyes snap up to meet yours, “If you’re having trouble with that, perhaps you shouldn’t be on my course.” He hisses, looking down at you menacingly.

“Y-yes…” you manage, your voice wavering as you don’t know what he’ll do once you’ve answered. He’ll probably kick me out, or maybe he’ll remove me from his course.

“Yes, what?” You can’t take it anymore; the long pauses, the deafening silence, his fierce glaring have all got you feeling feverish. You close your eyes tight, “I want you to fuck me first, Mr. Fushiguro!” You blurt out, finding it easier to talk with your eyes closed.

“That wasn’t too hard, was it?” He asks, then pauses, tapping his lip with a big finger. “Shall we see just how badly you want to fuck?” He almost lets out a chuckle, his scar curling over his lips.

You’re so close to letting out a whine as you wait silently in trepidation. “What shall I have you do… ah, first please lock the door, y/n.” You sigh in relief and stand to complete your task.

“Ah, ah…” he stops you, shaking his head, “on your knees.” He sneers. Fuck. You should’ve known it wouldn’t have been that easy. Your big eyes look into his, silently asking him do I really have to do this? “If you don’t want to do it, you can leave.” He says simply, giving you your answer.

You turn and try to pull down your skirt a little, earning a low chuckle from your professor as you look back at him with wide eyes. You know he won’t budge. He’s made up his mind and he’s going to have some fun with you before he fucks you. You’re not even sure if he will fuck you.

You slowly bend down and get on your knees as you begin crawling towards the door. You lock it, turn to face Mr. Fushiguro again and start to stand up. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t say a thing, but his piercing eyes stare you down, forcing you back onto your knees. He intimidates you so much.

“C-can I stand up, sir?” He just shakes his head, his eyes following you as you reluctantly lean over, revealing your cleavage to him as your shirt drops.

In the meantime, he’s tilted the blinds and turned on his desk lamp, illuminating the room as you kneel near your chair, wanting to stand up. He looks down at you with a smirk as he’s ready to give you your next instruction.

He makes you tidy his desk, organise his papers, books and stationary. Although this situation is embarrassing, you’re very aware of the fact that he’s turning you on by ordering you around. He’s getting you hot without even touching you.

Next he asks you to sit in his chair and unbutton your shirt. You’re a little hesitant, but you comply, unfastening each button slowly, pausing as you reach just above your bra. “Did I tell you to stop?” He asks, his gaze unfaltering.

You undo one more button then hear a knock at the door. You freeze, sitting below Mr. Fushiguro as he leans on his desk, “Answer it.” Your fingers frantically attempt to button up your shirt. Mr. Fushiguro clicks his tongue, demanding your attention as your eyes dart up to his.

“Did you hear me say ‘do up your shirt then answer the door’?” You shake your head. “No, you didn’t. So answer it like that. You can walk this time.”

Your shirt is barely covering your lacy bra underneath as you answer the door and explain that Mr. Fushiguro is busy. You make some excuses as you quickly close and lock the door again, stepping back towards his desk.

You feel your professor's eyes all over you as you walk towards him. He stops you halfway back and makes you hike up your skimpy skirt. “I can’t believe you decided to wear that to my office.” He shames you for wearing the short skirt, which is kind of revealing (but really cute).

He hands you some books and asks you to place them on the second to top shelf on his bookcase. You can just about reach, tiptoeing and stretching up, but the reason he asked you to do this is becoming apparent as you feel your skirt lifting up further, exposing your cute underwear as your back arches, your ass pushing out.

You're really struggling with one of the books. It's so heavy, your delicate fingertips are having trouble pushing it the last few centimetres onto the shelf. The book suddenly slips from your fingers and falls to the floor, making a loud slamming noise in the quiet office.

You hurriedly bend over to pick it up and try again, but you can hear Mr. Fushiguro clicking his tongue behind you. “That's an expensive edition, y/n. Let me see it.”

You step over to him, his large frame looming over you as you hand him the book, his fingers brushing over yours. He examines the cover, “Looks like you'll have to be punished.” He shrugs and sighs, setting it on his desk.

You try to make your excuses but your professor isn't listening. He beckons for you to come closer. This is the closest you've ever got to Mr. Fushiguro; you feel his breath fanning you and you notice the faintest wrinkles on his handsome face. You stare up at him with wide eyes, daring to meet his.

pt two 💞

toji | m.list

#toji fushiguro smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #professor crush #humiliation k!nk #toji x you #toji x reader #toji x self insert #teacher x student #teacher smut

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your-sweetest-nightmares-blog · 7 months

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skeletonlover69 · 9 months

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#some doodles to re-learn how to draw him #can you tell i have a huge crush?#graph #sans #graphsans #graphart #you may block:#self insert #sans/reader #sans x reader

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orionsnotcanon · 10 months

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thinking about knockout with a detailer darling

theyre a new person in town and theyre not super into street racing, but new clients are new clients

maybe they’re handing out their card after a race, flirting and talking shop to get that bag

knockout overhears of course and maybe after Darlings been established as a reliable detailer in the Nevada circuit, he pops by their place of work/their house (if they do it out of their garage) maybe after a particularly annoying run in with the autobots or a dusty race

a full body spa every now and then doesn’t hurt anyone if they don’t know, and having someone who seems to get the importance of the finer details, well, that’s just a nice bonus.

#random #knockout x reader #tfp knockout x reader #transformers self insert #yandere knockout #aha jk unless #idk i can see him taking you with him to the nemesis #why have someone pamper him and is in awe of his (alt modes) beauty #only every once in a while #when he can give them the privilege EVERY DAY #isnt he so generous? its a win win!#don’t ever imply it isn’t! he’ll spiral!#we all know he’s mostly bark poor insecure medic #you’ll probably hate how clingy it makes him #until you shower him in praise and beg him to let you give his alt mode a fresh coat of wax he might just crush you to death on accident #dw tho! hes a mad scientist after all (:#also this may or may not be one of my recurring daydreams and totally hasn’t been for years

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lieutenantselnia · 9 months

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POV: He's holding your hand💕

#I was in a mood to post something silly #this is for my fellow davy enjoyers #I feel like I'm f/o jumping a lot these days because I just love them all so much ahh #let me hold and cuddle my terrible men #davy jones potc #davy jones #pirates of the caribbean #potc #davy jones imagine #davy jones x self insert #davy jones x reader #<- not really (bc there's nothing to read ya know) but I think you get what I mean #self ship #fictional crush #fictional other #villain f/o #f/o #selniasoriginal

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wwwbestgoredotcom · 1 year

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Love is love

Warnings : teasing, joking, fluff, couple stuff

Genre : romance

Characters included : crush/self insert, gn!reader

Writing style : short oneshot

You played music on the TV, singing along. You danced with a pillow, practically in your own little world. So much so you didn't realize your lover got home early. They walked in and leaned against the door frame, looking at you, hearts practically forming in their eyes.

After a while you noticed them and jumped in fright. You threw the pillow down and ran to the remote and turned the music off. All while they laughed at you, slowly walking to you. They hugged you which you hugged back, not saying anything. Your lover kissed your head and smiled at you. "Nice voice, pretty girl/boy," they say.

You dig your head into their chest in embarrassment. They hug you tighter, but you struggle a little bit against them "Stoop, you haven't showered!" You say trying to get away, but failing to hide your laugh. They gasp dramatically followed by "are you calling me dirty?" You both are laughing now.

They kiss your lips, smiling into the kiss. You do the same. They then kiss your forehead followed by a loud "mwah!" sound. "Now go shower I wasn't joking," you say teasingly. "Shower with me then" They reply, cocking their eyebrow a bit. "Alright, alright," you agree.

In love rn.

#fanfics #oneshot #x reader #female reader #male reader #gn reader #crush x reader #self insert x reader #crush

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meowzahzzz · 2 years

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luigi headcanons ft. gn reader ( ♡ )

all luigis are good and i love them but there is something so neurotic and real about charlie day luigi that i’ve been driven to do this

~ pre-relationship

oh man. oh man, oh man, oh man.

subtly is not luigi’s middle-name. or his last name. or even his maiden-name (and he doesn’t even have one! that’s how bad this is!)

luigi’s not a love-at-first-sight guy, but he totally is.

it doesn’t matter if you’re more soft-spoken or you’re more bad-ass (he’s canonically shown to be into that), because he’s just enraptured by your aura.

his hands shake and he’s sweating and then the rest of his body is shaking too, and is it getting hot in here? he tugs at the collar of his shirt and his fiddles with the ends of his gloves. he’s red in the face, but he’s oddly enough never been paler with fear.

luckily, this only looks like he’s deathly afraid of you.

did i say luckily? more like absolutely-awful-worst-case-scenario-ingly.

you’re afraid you intimidate him and so you try and do the nice thing and leave him alone.

but then he just thinks you’re ignoring him. and if you’re ignoring him, then you hate him! and if you hate him, then he’s just the scum of the earth, and then...!

thankfully, mario is there to pull luigi out of his overthinking down spiral.

mario tells him that he’s not “the scum of the earth” and that you don’t hate him either and you’re not ignoring him to be mean.

mario very gently tells luigi that his very physical anxious reactions may have... given you the signal that he’d rather be in a cage-match with bowser than anywhere near you because he’s so afraid of you. not mario’s exact words, but a good description regardless.

immediately luigi’s face falls into his hands, ready to sob about how he’s already ruined everything! he’s scared you away by making you think he’s... also scared of you!

mario comforts luigi and suggests that he try and say hello, at least, to show that he’s not scared of you.

luigi’s hesitant, of course, but doing his best to stow away his fear, he agrees to do it.

the next day he absolutely regrets it.

he gets out of bed early in the morning, he confidently puts on his green hat, boldly walks out the door, sees you at a toadtown cafe and he. can’t. do this!

to which he immediately turns around as his face is whiter than a sheet, only to find mario standing there, hands on his hips with an eyebrow raised as he taps his foot impatiently.

“where do you think you’re going?” mario asks.

“well, i was...” luigi stutters, “i-it’s funny that you mention that because...”

luigi breaks down, hiding his face in his hands once again with shame, “i can’t do this! i’m only going to-to scare them away! i’m a loser! a-a cowardly loser! i have to go home before i make things worse.”

to which mario places a hand on his shoulder firmly and says: “no.”

because luigi is far from a loser! far from a cowardly loser, at that!

who went to go find mario after hearing that he somehow got lost in a random spooky mansion that luigi also coincidentally won? luigi did.

who joins mario on his adventures no matter how tough the going gets? luigi does.

and who is the most charming, most kind, most caring younger brother in the world? luigi is.

luigi raises his head and his confidence begins to grow again.

mario is confident---no, certain!---that you will luigi for the amazing, fun-having, brave guy that he is.

and luigi turns back around, seeing you’re still at that cafe, and he starts walking towards you.

he stands beside you quietly for a moment, hoping you’ll suddenly notice his presence, but he decides to lightly poke you on the shoulder to get your attention.

you slightly startle (and luigi cringes, regret starting to creep in again,) but you turn around and show a surprised smile. after your last encounter with luigi, you figured he was mortified of you.

he says his hello bashfully, and that he just wanted to say hi, all while staring at the ground and scuffing the tip of his shoe. he preps himself to turn around and head home before you interrupt him.

you ask if he wants to stay and chat.

he immediately stops in his tracks, face far more flushed than it should be, and before he can even have a mini-debate in his head about “the right decision”, he nervously says okay!

his nervousness starts to melt away from the warmth of your voice, realizing just why he was already so head over heels to begin with. luigi is more of a listener than a storyteller to begin with, but he hangs onto every word.

he’s much more open to hearing everything about you, than having you hear about the... lame stuff about him.

but with some gentle prodding, he tells you about himself. you know, he’s the brother of mario, and he’s the younger one. he normally stays home, but it’s not bad!

and you’re charmed by his bashfulness and nervous demeanor. not so much scared like a small animal, but shy.

and to his surprise, you’re far from disappointed.

(of course everyone knows he’s mario’s brother, but people always expect more exciting tales than what luigi has to offer.)

in fact, you like hearing about his normal life. maybe you have a normal life similar to his and find comfort in his stories, or maybe you’re more adventurous and you yearn for the simpler things, too. either way, he’s delighted.

he talks more about himself and mario and their tales. he tells you of the time he had to save his brother from king boo! he, of course, admits he was scared, which he regrets the second it escapes his lips.

but you admire him for it. you tell him how brave he is, how you can’t imagine what it would’ve been like to not just have to save a family member, but deal with ghosts too. he’s a hero, just like his brother.

luigi’s head almost explodes.

from anyone else, he’d expect it to be shallow, empty flattery, but from you? it’s genuine. it’s real. it’s a perspective of himself he couldn’t have even dreamt of seeing before.

“you...you really think so?” he asks, happily surprised but still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

you nod.

luigi grins wider than ever before, unable to hide his joy. it sparks a feeling of joy in your heart after seeing it.

luigi runs home after your little cafe date (you two hardly know each other, calling it a date is presumptuous he knows. but even saying the word “date” would make him dizzy!) and he runs to mario like an excited puppy.

luigi doesn’t even hang up his hat before he’s telling mario in quick run-on sentences about how he didn’t mess anything up, and that you weren’t afraid of him, and that you called him brave! and a hero!

and mario chuckles, happy to see his brother overjoyed.

the next few times you both meet, it goes even better than the last time. luigi opens up to you about... so much. maybe even foolishly so.

but he feels so welcome and cared for by you. and he returns the favor.

he’s attentive, but he remembers so many little details. you maybe mention your favorite flower once and when you two meet to hang out, he runs up to you a little messied up because he saw your favorite flower on a hill, but it was kind of far away... and he keeps talking, but all you can think about is that he remembered a quick side comment about a flower. and when you take it into your hands, you hold it so gently.

luigi spots your wide-eyed expression and he worries, “do... do you like it?”

to which you hug him and for a brief moment, the second it all sinks in, luigi hugs back.

it’s the slowest of slow burns, but it’s so worth it.

you’re more likely to confess, but luigi wants to confess first. he’s become braver because of you, he knows that. he wants to be even braver. to be that version of himself that you see.

either way, when you tell him you love him too, he almost can’t believe it. he smiles as tears well in his eyes, and as he laughs, they stream down his face. and he pulls you into an embrace and it’s the happiest he’s ever been. and it’s the happiest you’ve ever been, too.

~ relationship

luigi love domestic romance stuff, he eats it up for breakfast.

even washing the dishes together has his heart flipping.

he enjoys your company when mario is off on an adventure and luigi stays home. he’s not lonely.

yet it’s so much worse when he’s on an adventure with mario and you can’t come with. he definitely writes and sends letters if they’re gone for long enough. he’s not mopey, only when he’s reminded that you’re so far away, and then he’s about to wail.

he’ll spot your favorite flower and point it out to mario, raving about its qualities and how you like it, before it hits him that it’s your favorite flower. you, who loves this flower, isn’t here. and then luigi has to try and shut off the water works before it’s too late.

but the reunion when he gets home is so sweet. he’s so clingy and you don’t even care because you missed him too.

he hums a lot when he’s doing chores, something you most definitely pick up on. when he isn’t home, the house is a lot quieter than it normally is.

you even find yourself missing when luigi snores in his sleep, as annoying as it typically is on sleepless nights.

luigi fills the room with an energy no other person can replicate, and it’s like the tide meets the shore in a loving embrace, two halves never fully able to be separated.

luigi worries about you a lot. sometimes there’s no particular cause other than an intrusive thought asking about what would happen if bowser kidnapped you? or hurt you? while other times he thinks of his past endeavors, worrying that king boo or some other ghastly dimensional haunt would come and hurt you.

it’s often late at night when he can’t sleep, and you can’t either because you feel that restless anxiety radiating off of him.

he can always rely on you for comfort. even when he’s distressed by his mind, by his memories, by whatever---you’re always there. it’s something he appreciates more than anything else in the world. and you can tell by the way he holds you tight when you hug him to try and comfort him. the way he holds on like you’re his last hope in the world, like you’re the only thing keeping him afloat. it breaks your heart to think he ever had to deal with this alone in the first place, unable to tell anyone else---not even his brother.

but for all the fear luigi’s felt, all the bad stuff he’s had to deal with... he finds it’s all worth it for his family. for mario. for you. and that’s something he can never tire of being grateful of.

#ive always had a crush on this green fellow. my babygirl #cringe squad MOVE OUT #luigi x reader #nintendo x reader #f/o #self-insert #super mario #super mario bros #luigi

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intrepidxstarship09 · 1 year

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Crush/reader oneshots Chapter 3: Bricked (idk I dreamt this lol)

summary:

C/n gets BRICKED! Hehehe

(Btw in this story he is YOUR BOYFRIEND!! Congrats hahahaha) he is still referred to as c/n cause it’s a habit now ;-;

Warning!NSFW lemon

You are chilling with your boyfriend c/n, he is sitting on the picnic table at school and you are sitting next to him, his arm is snaked across your shoulder cuddling you close. His friends are surrounding the table as he chats with them casually. You often hang out with c/n and his friends and they’re chill.

“So how’s you relationship going hahaha” asks one of c/n’s friends

“Good!” C/n replied smiling sweetly at you, his finger massaging your shoulder. You smile back at him and all his friends laugh and comment on his “rizz”.

“Have you guys done anything yet…” another friend asks while snickering.

“Of course not!” You reply swatting the friends on his shoulder at the comment.

“But we could if you want..” c/n replies quietly and his friends cheer lamely.

You smile and brush it off, you’re just chilling and joking around with his friends and you are feeling restless, you decide to get up and sit on c/n’s lap, you hold your arms around his neck loosely as you sit down, his face is tinted red slightly and his friends are going wild.

All of a sudden you feel something beneath you, something hard? Your head darts up, c/n clears his throat awkwardly as he notices you feel it. You smile slightly, you were pleased that you could do this to him. You decide to seize this opportunity.

“C/n, I can help you… relieve that.” You say with a smirk.

He blushed profusely as he tries to play it off by nodding, you grab his arm and notify his friends you’re gonna go. They are left in question.

You both rapidly race to the unisex bathroom, it’s empty and you lock the door. C/n crashes you against the door, smashing his lips onto yours, you can feel his large bulge against you, as he passionately and almost violently kisses you, desperately.

You rip off your shirt revealing a bra, he removes it and quickly takes in the sight of you, liking what he sees. You pull off his shirt and it reveals a perfectly toned body, it’s so hot.

You remove your pants and he does the same, as you remove his boxers, his very large and erect cock springs out, already dripping.

You remove your panties and feel yourself getting wetter at the sight of him.

You don’t waste time as you kneel down and suck his dick, struggling to fit all of him in your mouth, you carefully swirl his cock in your mouth, feeling every inch of him. He moans at the contact, leaning his head back revealing his adams apple. His moans are raspy and deep, enough to send you over the edge, you need him inside of you. Just as he is about to reach his high you pull his cock out of your mouth and line his dick up with your entrance, desperate to feel all of him.

You thrust his cock into your pussy with a swift buck of your hips, and as his large cock fills your tight pussy you yell out moaning. He slowly starts thrusting in and out, creating a steady yet erratic rhythm. All that can be heard is the slaps of your skin against his as the pace picks up, your thrusts are rapid and your vision blurs as his hard throbbing cock fills you up with cum, he groans loudly as he reaches his climax, your near the edge so he continues until you yell out with in ecstasy as your high washes over you, it’s purely incredible feeling, your arms wander across his back and your hands tangle into his hair as you start to slow down.

As you both pull out you’re exhausted, and in an unshakable trance of pure love for c/n as you feel you know more of him, much more. You cuddle on the floor, his arms wrapped around you and his chin resting on your head as you regain your strength.

a/n notes: Damn wow that was intense to write, I am not that good at smut, I don’t write much despite reading a lot of it. Anyway I’ll do more smut. I’ll even branch out and try kinks, give me suggestions, anything is welcome (except underage and non con) I’ve written two short fics in one day I’m so proud, I’ll try do a longer one tomorrow maybe but for now my hands hurt ;-; so yeah lemme know how was your day? Please please leave requests in the comments i need ideas thanks <3 love y’all

(this is reuploaded from my ao3 account please see my works there too under the same username. Love y’all thanks for reading I have lots more coming soon)

#Reader/crush #Crush/reader #Reader x crush #crush x reader #c/n/ y/n #Y/n/ c/n #C/n x y/n #Y/n x c/n #Self insert #your crush #smut #lemons #lime #fluff #one shots

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dark-magical-ships · 1 year

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Wait okay hang on if you have a famous f/o? Imagine all the stuff the general public knows about them. Their face, their voice, what they do for a living, how they dress, what their public persona is like, what they regularly end up on the news for… and, of course, you.

You and your f/o are a package deal. Even if they try to shield you from life in the public eye, your name is inextricably attached to theirs. Even if no one knows your face, everyone who isn’t living under a rock knows that your f/o is yours and no matter what else they get up to, they never, ever do anything to compromise their relationship with you.

The most eligible person in their industry… and they are so completely yours that nobody can hear their name without thinking of their connection to you.

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omgwhatchloe · 20 days

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everytime someone tags my fav only for them to not even be in the post and it was just for reach, i die a little inside.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption two #red dead fandom #looking at you x reader blogs #some x reader blogs #why you tagging random characters #then theyre not even in the story #like why i have i just read all these words #describing ur self insert thinking im bout to see my fav but then i dont #like im here for sean not elizabeth raindrops glitter cooloutlaw who everyone has a crush on *insert unique last name*#sorry

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pokegalla · 2 years

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Hello!

So. Since Killer have gotten a taste of his own medicine. I feel like it’s Lusts and reapers turn : )

(Mind you, I have no idea if you depict Reaper as a flirt since I usually see him depicted as flirty. If you don’t, feel free to replace him with Epic! And if you don’t see Epic as a flirt either then feel free to replace him with a sans of your choice! :) )

So, can I request Lust and Reaper (or Epic) with a crush who is hard to fluster but know how to fluster them perfectly?

Thank you! And have a nice day!

- 🐨

Lust fucking deserves it-

I completely agree.

Reaper I actually think he is flirty. (I suck at explaining and I don’t want to spoil the reason so I hope you get it with my headcanons.)

And excuse me Epic is another fucker who deserves it so BRING DAT ASS OVER HERE BOI-

Sans AU’s with a GN!Reader who flirts but not easily flustered (Crush to S/o. Pt2 technically)

Lust:

* This boi is a natural flirt. He knows how to get someone blushing in seconds with his lewdness. Well….until he met you. You barely reacted! Even to the filthiest or even sweetest flirts. His attention is hooked and you reeled him in when you managed to make him flustered as well! He HAS to know what makes you tick!

* This guy does his absolute best. Even goes above and beyond (my guy laying in a bed with a rose in his mouth….yeah he’s serious too). Every failure just fuels him to do more though he does whine to his brother or Grillby about how difficult you were. Unbeknownst to Lust, you ALSO whine to them about his advances.

* They knew just how much you cared for Lust but you didn’t want to admit his advances were working. You wanted to take him down a peg! He acts like he could make everyone flustered but your stubbornness refused to inflate his ego further.

* Though….he always did notice a slight blush across your face even as you acted emotionless. And the mischievous glint in your eyes when you flirted back. Secretly it made his soul beat faster. He called you out several times but you always managed to change the subject.

* Now what made one of you crack? His bro actually. Grillby and His brother wanted to get you two together. So they tried making a lot of ‘coincidences.’ Like a blind date! But you both were still just taking it as a friend date, his bro actually lost patience and blurted out that Lust loved you.

* At first he denied it, completely mortified but you surprised him by FINALLY gifting him a sight he wanted to see: your flustered face. You finally admit your feelings for him as well. Grillby sighs with relief as you two hold hands while his bro is obviously very proud of you two. Both of you were very happy together and like to surprise the other with gifts or dates. He learns more tips from you about flirting and still tries to top you (he still fails).

Reaper:

* I believe upon first meeting you, he’s not really a flirt. But luckily he has a crush on you! He’s a bit awkward at first and gets nervous when you don’t really react. But when you flirted back and made HIM blush, he was very surprised. At that point you were leaving him a blushing mess everywhere. He HAD to get you back. Or else you’ll be the one to kill the immortal being

* He researches through the mortal realm and he progressively gets better. So much better, that it’s actually hard to hide your flustered face. You managed to hide it out of sheer luck but this just gets him more determined. And when he found an amulet so his death touch wouldn’t effect you, HE. WENT. HAM. He just couldn’t keep his hands off you (Not without your permission of course)! It was more out of curiosity but to you, you just thought he was teasing you.

* You explain all this to Toriel and she laughs at how much you were freaking out. You crushed on the god of death but you had no idea how to tell him. And MAN his flirting caught you off guard. I mean he still has no clue how much he was affecting you so that’s why he was still going.

* He has seen you though. He’s not blind after all. He’s very observant and has seen your flushed cheeks. But he didn’t read into it too much. He didn’t want to get his hopes up (aw….).

* Eventually I feel that you probably would be the one to crack this time. Toriel has had enough of you two trying to dodge your true feelings. So she’d probably trap you two together until one of you confess (damn she tired of y’all bullshitting-). So you give in.

* Man you did NOT expect him to be so….suddenly energetic. Usually he’s a gloomy and tired guy, even his beloved coffee couldn’t make him this energetic as he was now. He dotes on you as your lover and will protect you at all costs. Though you both do love your flirty banters! It always ends in a tie!

Epic:

* A little shit. Specifically flirts with those who catch his fancy. Though his methods sometimes are….blunt. He will make you laugh, buy you a drink….and deadass pull out a condom like “Wanna smash-?” He flirts with you the most because he wants to see if his flirt game is good. Usually gags or jokes but when you made him flustered, he covered it up as a uno reverse card moment. But he can’t stop thinking about it.

* Eventually his flirting will get more serious. Even downright dirty. But without much of a response, he gets defeated momentarily, only saying that you were only making him stronger. You just laugh it off and flirt back making him defeated again.

* Alphys and Mettaton were the only ones who saw through your guise. Because you told them your little crush with the meme lord himself. You absolutely regretted flirting back as he literally DOES come back stronger. Sure you were winning battles but he’s soon to win the war!

* And he is VERY aware that he is winning. With the way you try to avoid him altogether or make excuses, it was only a matter of time you’d fall for his charms!

* Now how does all this end? Well he decided to try and activate his trump card: The Kabedon! He manages to find you and lock you in place. Now you couldn’t escape him this time. He showered you with praises and teasing. But….he didn’t expect you to pull out an Uno reverse card. He tried pulling out one….but he failed. How could he forget?! When he was distracted, you grab his jacket to pull him in for a kiss. Yup. You won after that. Epic admitted defeat. As a couple, you do all sorts of fun together and I can assure you that you both together are absolute menaces. (Bystanders should just run for the next bantering session of yours-)

#my writing #self insert #undertale au #funny #fluff #undertale au x reader #undertale au headcanons #sans x reader #epic sans #reaper sans #lust sans #reader is gender neutral #crushing skellies #crush to S/o #request answered

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