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raveswritingdesk · 2 years

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Gamma 1 and 2 x Reader

Anon I could kiss you on your mouth. Honestly I’m really shocked no one has done this yet. I saw this movie with my friend who doesn’t watch db and during the drive home we both wanted a train ran…nvm.

This is going to be a little fluff. I think with no specification that’s what I will default to from now on. I have to make a better rules post, it’s so ugly smh.

A little poly action 😏 SPOILERS!!!! Ofc. Background is you’re an android also created by Dr Hedo, but you weren’t involved in the fight against the Z Fighters or Cell Max. Also, Gamma 2 survives in this.

This is the first thing I’ve written in 4 years, please be patient as my writing gets better <3

This ain’t edited bc I wanted to get it out asap

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Pulling yourself out of the wreckage from Cell Max’s grand entrance, you immediately set to looking for Dr. Hedo. After locating him, you flew quickly over to him and began pulling him out of the debris.

He was unconscious, but he was alive. As your creator, you doted on him. Younger than the Gammas, he didn’t consider you quite ready for battle yet. You mostly spent your time training, and taking care of Hedo, but always keeping an eye on Gamma 1 and 2.

You admired their strength, and shared in their sense of justice, though it was just how you were created. Even so, they were the first real superheroes, who wouldn’t love that?

Looking around the sky, you quickly picked out the Gammas. 2 having a surprisingly stern look on his face. What shocked you most though was they were fighting side by side with the alien and demon.

They had the same purpose as you, to rid the world of evil, and to stop Capsule Corp’s plans of world domination.

Looking at the alien and demon, you couldn’t detect any evil in them. It was pounded into your programming and training that they were bad guys, villains. You couldn’t understand.

It hurt your head too much, you’re sure the Gammas would explain everything to you.

They always made sure you were okay, made you feel good. 1 pushed you hard in training, but never too far. Whenever he sensed you had enough, he was quick to give you a reassuring smile and praise the work you put in that day. 2 was always there when you needed a laugh, or an opponent.

He beat you every time, there were no easy wins here. But he’d always pick you up off the ground after and walk you to get cleaned up.

Being around them all the time, and their being so kind to you, it’s no wonder how you felt about them. You didn’t really know what that feeling was exactly, but you knew it was different from your feelings towards Dr. Hedo.

Despite being metal, wires, and a battery, it felt so real. You spent the days trying to be around them, trying to think of something to talk to them about. When 2 went out on his mission to kill the demon, you felt so worried. The familiar sound of his boots hitting the floors when he came back was like music.

You always loved attending to them whenever they got back. Sewing their uniforms, helping them clean up, anything they needed. “What would we do without you? Sew ourselves!?” “You’re so good to us.” “I always block forward to coming back and seeing that face.” They praised you endlessly for your hard work.

But now here you were, watching them drain their batteries, tearing their uniforms, getting all scratched up. It was breaking your heart. You made eye contact with Gamma 1, “Take Hedo and get as far away as you can!” he yelled before a giant green fist swung in his direction, which he expertly dodged.

Picking up Hedo in your arms, you flew straight back, just trying to get away from the fight.

The air was so thick with dust and rocks that never seemed to stop raining down, you had no idea where you were going. After a moment however, you sensed an aircraft directly ahead of you. “Civilians? Here? Right now!?” You thought to yourself.

Coming to a halt in front of the windows, you could look inside and see the little alien girl, a…rather small police officer, a slender blonde woman, and a woman you immediately recognized as Bulma.

You couldn’t detect any evil from them, but it made you angry. Capsule Corp probably developed some technology that masks themselves from your sensors. You wanted to break the glass, but a cheerful voice spoke up, “Oh my goodness. Hi! Do you need a lift?”

Bulma was talking to you. Her voice was so carefree and cheerful. She had a smile on her face despite all of the destruction going on around you. Did she enjoy it?

You started punching the glass, trying to break it. But faster than you could pull your fist back, someone was holding it tightly.

“You had better stop.” It was the blonde. Her hands were hard, they felt like yours. Turning to look at her more closely, you recognized her. She was one of Dr. Hedo’s grandfathers creations.

You couldn’t even pull away before her other fist swung around and got you in the side of your head.

Your vision started to get dark, and your sensors were going crazy. ‘Why am I so weak?’ you thought to yourself. ‘No wonder I wasn’t allowed to fight.’

You came to, and your eyes met the yellow ones belonging to Gamma 1. “Hey there (y/n), she got you pretty good, huh?”

“Yeah I thought you died to be honest,” Gamma 2 came into view, but received a dirty look from 1.

You were laying on a cold metal floor, unable to move or speak. 1 could see your face contorting, starting to freak out. “Hey, no, it’s ok. You’re safe here.” Sat down beside you and took your head into his lap. “Hedo isn’t awake yet, so he can’t fix you until later.”

2 sat down on your other side, “You aren’t a fighter (y/n), why’d you try?” He earned another look from 1 after they noticed your shocked expression.

1 sighed, “We were going to tell you some other way, but you weren’t made to fight like us. You’re a caretaker android.”

“Don’t look so sad! We like when you take care of us! What’s being a hero if you don’t have support.”

“We let you train with us because,” 1 looked away, “we think you look cute all worked up and calculating.”

The indescribable feeling blossomed throughout your body. This could not be real.

2 grabbed your hand, making you want to squeal. “You’re one fiiinneeeee lady/man, if I’ve ever seen one! He smiled down at you.

Everything was so overwhelming all at once. Why tell you now when you couldn’t move or say anything back?! “Hey, don’t strain yourself trying to do something. 18 hit your main processor pretty hard. You aren’t made to withstand stuff like that.” 1 looked down at you with his usual serious expression, but also with a look of, care?

So that was THE Android 18? You consider yourself blessed she didn’t do anything further damaging. If it’s just your processor, it shouldn’t be too long until you’re back up and running. You were removed from your thoughts by a careful, gloved hand under your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Don’t do something like that again. Let us be your heroes, just take care of us when we get back.”

2 grabbed your face and turned it toward him, “Yeah, if something like this happens again, who knows if it will be something we can replace? What would be do without our pretty little (y/n)?”

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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A Dangerous Game Masterlist

Emily Prentiss x reader

Summary: Emily and yn meet in a dive bar, instantly connecting and feeling the fiery passion between them. What's meant to only be a one night stand instantly complicates the next morning when yn walks into her new placement within the FBI in the BAU under Unit Chief Prentiss. While it's obvious that they can't continue whatever it was they had neither of them can resist the pull of one another. What starts as lingering glances and brushes of fingertips gets explosive when hotel rooms are shared and the attraction of the forbidden fruit. They do their best to keep their secret, that each time is supposed to be the last, but how long can you keep a secret around a team of profilers?

Will include some fluff, lots of smut (feature daddy!emily), naturally some hurt/comfort cause I can't resist and the typical BAU case violence and drama. All chapters will be tagged appropriately! DM/comment/send an ask to be added to the taglist if you're not!

Playlist Here!

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Chapter 1**

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4**

Chapter 5**

Chapter 6**

Chapter 7**

Chapter 8

Chapter 9**

Chapter 10

Chapter 11**

Chapter 12

Chapter 13**

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20**

Chapter 21

Chapter 22**

Chapter 23

Series Completed!

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#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #criminal minds #emily prentiss fanfic #criminal minds fanfic #a dangerous game #emily prentiss series #daddy emily prentiss

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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Can I request Aizawa A/B/O with his male omega mate? Like maybe Alpha Aizawa forgets something important at home so his darling mate brings it to him and UA goes crazy not knowing he had a mate? (If not I completely understand. Also if knowing my age is important for request I'm 20 turning 21 in a few months)

IMPORTANT PAPERS

Aizawa x Omega male reader

⭐Warnings⭐

Fluff, omegaverse, male reader

A/N:Age isn't important unless it's nsfw content then I would recommend looking at my rules for that lol

And you sure can my dude

Also I am very anti all might and no I don't accept criticism on my feelings

(Name) was a bit confused as he was directed to 1-A, the halls empty as students were in classes and such as he made his way to the classroom only to see a sign that said "at gym Gamma" on it in his mates messy handwriting causing (name) to sigh and continue his journey to find his mate and not get lost in the maze of a school.

When he made it to the gym he was hesitant to open the door but eventually cracked it open "I'm..I'm sorry to interrupt but is this 1-A?" (Name) asked hesitantly to the students who stood around all might who looked confused behind the large grin "yes can we help you?" All might boomed out, something that would startle (name) if he wasn't already used to his mates close friends "I'm looking for Aizawa... Is he here?"

All the young alpha and betas looked confused, this didn't look like a hero at all if anything he looked like a house husband not to mention the Omegan collar he wore as omegas weren't really in the hero industry and if they were they masqueraded as betas.

"And why would you need him?" All might asked the omega with a slightly raised eyebrow "oh! Well you see he forgot some papers and lunch... So I brought them for him! Do you know where he is?"

"Well whatever you have you can leave and can be given to him when he returns, you may leave"

"I'm sorry but I can't do that" all might wasn't expecting the Omega to just outwardly reject his words, holding the papers close "he told me anything should be given directly to him"

"Well I'm sure he would prefer these papers to be with a pro hero instead of some Omega"

And the room halted at that, the dismissive tone and blase attitude that made (name) stare down at him "if that's the attitude you will have I will go and find him"

"You can leave the papers"

"Absolutely not, he said they have to be given to him directly if he forgets anything"

"I understand but if those papers are so important they should be with a pro hero"

"Pro hero or not these aren't going with you and I'm sorry"

"Who even are you? How did you get into the school"

"He's my mate"

The room halted as Aizawa walked in annoyed but proud of his mate for standing his ground and knowing if things escalated his students would step in "mate?"

"Sho!" (Name) perked up and trotted to his alpha happily "you forgot those papers and your lunch" (name) said happily as he handed the items to his alpha as instructed "I knew I was forgetting something..." Aizawa said as he took the contents "did you have any troubles?"

"Not many, I did get a bit lost after getting Nedzus directions to your class but it wasn't too hard"

"That's good"

"Can someone explain what's going on?"

Aizawa sighed at the blond before looking at his class "this is my mate (name) yes he is an Omega and yes when the dorms are built he will be coming with me"

"Aizawa it's highly unprofessional to have your Omega walking around here! This is no place for them!"

Aizawa glared down the number one hero before spitting out venomously "refer to him as if he's second class and I swear to god"

All might for once knew to keep his mouth shut as the class swarmed he mates "what's your name?" "What's your quirk?!" "Are you really mates with our teacher?!" "Are you also a pro?!"

(Name) looked a little overwhelmed at the students swarming him but put on a smile none the less, he just challenged the 1 one hero, answering a few questions from pups is nothing!

"One at a time problem children" Aizawa said loudly to the students who quieted down, the teacher already knowing he's not gonna get out of this without them learning something about him.

"Well to answer your questions, my name is (name), my quirk is (quirk) and he's my mate yes and no I'm not a pro"

All might looked annoyed at the omegas presence but chose not to say anything as the students looked at the new person with awe "how did you two meet?" Mina asked starry eyed and before (name) could answer Aizawa shut it down "alright back to class!" He grumbled and led his mate out by the small of his back "they're so lovely" (name) said softly and Aizawa rolled his eyes "get home safe ok?" "I will sho" (name) said softly as they kissed gently, Aizawa watching his mate leave with a warm heart.

#bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #mha x male reader #mha x reader #aizawa x male reader #aizawa x reader #omega male reader #omegaverse

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maximoffwitch · 2 years

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It’s Our Party…

pairing: sorority!wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: swear words, mentions of alcohol, and slight angst

summary: Sorority president Wanda Maximoff, who you also happen to have a huge crush on, invites you to the biggest party of the year. What could possibly go wrong?

word count: 3.1k

a/n: after a while, i have finally written my sorority!wanda idea :))) and special thanks to @didujustcallmedumb for helping me brainstorm and to @maximotts for helping by sending some inspo pics <333 ....and yes there will be a part two

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“(Y/N)!” you heard your name being called, as you were packing up your things.

“Oh, hey, Wanda,” you immediately felt your cheeks warm upon locking eyes with the older girl.

Wanda Maximoff was probably the most popular student on campus, as she was a senior and the president of Kappa Kappa Gamma. Though you were in the year below her, the two of you shared quite a few classes, seeing as you were both the same major.

Over the past couple of years, as you observed the other girl from afar and interacted with her in passing, you’d developed a small crush on Wanda.

How could you not? Wanda was undoubtedly the most stunning woman you’d ever seen, her flowing blonde locks perfectly complimenting her gorgeous green eyes, and not to mention, based on her course load, she was brilliantly smart.

“Your comment about addressing intersectionality in political movements was really insightful,” Wanda complimented, causing your face to burn.

“Thanks,” you ducked your head with a bashful smile.

“So, what are you doing Friday night?” Wanda put her hands on the desk and leaned forward, giving you a teasing view of her red lace bra.

Coughing, you forced yourself to meet her eyes, a devious glint sparkling in them.

“I’m not…I don’t have any plans,” you nervously muttered, earning an amused smirk from Wanda. “I might get started on that Religion and Law paper.”

“Oh, come on, (Y/N),” Wanda pouted, “that’s no way to spend a Friday night.”

“Well, I don’t really have anything else to do,” you scratched the back of your neck with a sheepish grin.

“Now you do,” she beamed, pushing herself off the table to stand upright.

Tilting your head, you furrowed your brows, confusion written all over your face, as you slung your bag over your shoulder.

“I want to invite you to Kappa’s party this Friday,” Wanda revealed, sincerity lacing her voice. “It’s our end of year annual spring fling, and I’d really love it if you came.”

Your eyes widened, not expecting an invitation to the biggest party of the year, let alone from the Kappa president herself.

Too stunned to speak, you could only nod and offer a small smile conveying your appreciation.

“Think about it,” Wanda squeezed your bicep, causing your breath to hitch. “And if you decide to show, just tell them I invited you. No need for an RSVP.”

“Great, thanks, Wanda,” you nodded, suddenly aware that this was probably the longest conversation you’ve ever had with the older girl.

“I really hope to see you there,” she gave you one last smile before heading out of the classroom.

You waved after her lamely and watched her leave with yearning eyes.

“What did Maximoff say that has you looking after her with longing puppy eyes?” Maria, your best friend and roommate, asked, as she came up behind you.

“She invited me to the Kappa spring fling,” you explained, the two of you making your way out of the building and towards her car.

“Really?” the brunette raised her eyebrows, not even trying to hid the shock on her face. “Are you gonna come?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Well if Wanda managed to convince you, I’m sure Nat will be thrilled,” Maria mentioned her girlfriend and the fact that the redhead had been relentless pestering you to come to this party.

Maria had been dating Natasha Romanoff ever since freshman year, and although the Russian was a year older than both of you, she was still a junior (something about her credits not transferring properly; you didn’t really know the full story nor were you bothered to ask).

Not only was Nat dating your best friend, making her one of your best friends, she was also a part of Kappa Kappa Gamma, treasurer at that, and good friends with Wanda.

For the past couple of weeks, Natasha had been practically begging you to come with her and Maria to the last party of the year, seeing as you rarely went out with them and the fact that you had a raging crush on the host of the party. Of course, Nat knew about your crush and saw this party as the perfect opportunity to set the two of you up.

“Why will I be thrilled?” Natasha pushed herself off the hood of the car, quickly greeting Maria with a chaste kiss.

“Wanda invited (Y/N/N) to the Spring Fling,” Maria explained before wrapping her arm around Nat’s waist and pulling her in for a deeper kiss, not satisfied by the initial peck.

You rolled your eyes at your friends’ blatant display of affection, though you were no stranger to it. “Can you guys at least wait till we are at home so you can get a room?”

Natasha chuckled, while Maria playfully hit you upside the head, still holding the door open for you to slide into the backseat.

“Seriously, though,” the older redhead glanced back at you through the mirror, “you should come. Have some fun for once.”

You couldn’t argue with her there. You rarely went out; it just wasn’t your thing. To be honest, you’d much rather stay home and watch a movie than hang around a bunch of drunk college chicks and obnoxious frat guys. On the other hand, you did want to spend time with your friends, especially before the school year was over, and if the party was where they were going, you would probably be close to follow.

“Maybe,” you responded, not wanting to commit to anything.

Satisfied with your answer, as it was a step up from the vehement no’s you’d given, Natasha changed the subject, her and Maria talking about mindless nothings. Tuning out the bantering couple, you stared out the window and watched the greenery of the campus blur together, your thoughts drifting to a certain sorority president.

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When Friday rolled around, you were in no partying mood. This past week had been brutal; two exams and a midterm paper later, all you wanted to do was curl up on the couch with a pint of ice cream and binge FRIENDS for the hundredth time.

Right as you plopped down in front of the TV, Ben & Jerry’s in hand, Maria swung open the door, Natasha following close behind her.

“Hey,” Maria frowned, “why aren’t you dressed?”

Furrowing your brows, you took a bite of the chocolate ice cream and asked, “For what?”

“The party!” Natasha said, exasperated, smacking you upside the head as she made her way into the kitchen.

“Ouch, Nat,” you groaned and rubbed the spot where she hit you.

“Ignore her,” Maria took a seat in the spot next to you, as she rolled her eyes at the banter between you and her girlfriend. “But seriously, what are you wearing?”

“Sweatpants,” you gave her an incredulous look.

“To the party?”

“No,” you sighed, sinking further into the cushions and taking another delicious bite of ice cream, “for my date with Ben & Jerry and the cast of FRIENDS.”

“(Y/N), not again,” Maria whined, causing you to chuckle and blow a raspberry.

“Come on, loser,” Natasha came from the kitchen with a glass of wine and perched herself on the arm of the couch your head rested on. “Come to the party with us. You could use a good party.”

“Yeah,” Maria nodded. “After the week you’ve had, you need to go out, let loose, have a few drinks.”

You raised your eyebrows but before you could protest, Natasha interjected, a devious glint in her eyes.

“Plus, Wanda is really looking forward to seeing you,” she sang teasingly. “She kept asking if you were coming tonight.”

You felt your heart nearly skip a beat at the revelation. Leaning your head back, you looked up at the older redhead, “Really?”

“Yes, really,” Natasha fondly tapped your nose, shaking her her head, “you love-sick fool.”

“Hey,” you pushed her off the couch in protest, causing her to stumble slightly with a good-hearted laugh.

“So will you come?” Maria asked again.

After glancing at both your friends and contemplating your options for a moment, you closed your eyes and sighed. “Fine.”

Maria and Nat both cheered, leaning over to high-five each other above your head.

Pushing the blanket off of you, you regretfully put the lid back on the pint you’d barely made a dent in and went to put it back in the freezer.

“Do you want us to help pick an outfit?” Maria called after you.

“No thanks!” you yelled back, knowing if you’d accepted, it’d probably take twice as long and you’d end up in some super short see-through dress from Nat’s closet.

About fifteen minutes later, you reentered the living room, stopping to clip on your other earring. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Both women got up from the couch, shutting off the TV, and turned towards you, their eyes widening.

“What?” you nervously smiled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“It’s just…” Nat eyed you up and down, as she trailed off, earning a smack from her girlfriend.

“You look really hot, (Y/N),” Maria finished for the redhead, also nodding appreciatively. “Like wow. I’ve never seen you in anything like this.”

You were wearing a pair of straight black ripped jeans with a red backless lace up cropped cami, accessorized with small gold hoop earrings. Because you rarely went out, you decided to put on a light face of make up, some eyeshadow and a red lipstick that matched your shirt. To top it all off, you clipped your hair in a half-up-half-down do.

“I didn’t even know you owned anything that showed your shoulders,” Nat quipped, earning a light-hearted eye roll from you.

“Thanks guys,” you ducked your head shyly.

“Alrighty,” Nat downed the rest of her wine, “let’s head out. Technically, I’m already late.”

Seeing as the sorority house was only a few blocks from your apartment, the three of you walked over to the party, enjoying the spring evening air. Along the way, you ran into the rest of your friends, Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Carol, all of who were in Greek life. In hind sight, you really didn’t know how you became friends with so many of them, seeing as you rarely went out.

Nat, being the Vice President and all, led you guys to the side entrance, where there was less of a crowd. As soon as you entered, you ignored the reeking smell of beer and the pounding bass from the speaker, as your eyes searched for the one girl you came here for.

“She’s upstairs getting another pack of ping pong balls,” Maria approached from behind you, making you jump.

“Jeez, Maria,” you clutched your chest. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“Oh, please,” she rolled her eyes at your dramatics. “Here, have a drink.”

She handed you a red solo cup filled what appeared to be a mix of orange Fanta and vodka.

“I don’t know, Ria,” you gave her a faux pout. “My mom told me to always pour my own drinks.”

“Just drink it,” she lightly shoved you, causing you to chuckle before taking a sip of the beverage.

You grimaced as the alcohol burned your throat. The two of you lingered in the kitchen for a while, catching up with Jane, Kate and Yelena, who you hadn’t hung out with in a while because of their crazy practice schedules.

“Hey, Nat,” Maria called the redhead over from where she was pouring a drink.

“Yeah?”

“Can you stay with (Y/N/N) for a sec while I go ask Nick something?”

“You guys,” you whined with a slight eye roll, “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Hush, young one,” Natasha placated you, gently patting your cheek before turning back to her girlfriend. “Sure, babe. Tell him he still owes me 20 bucks.”

“Will do,” Maria gave her a parting kiss before making her way towards the backyard, weaving through the crowd.

As you scanned the room of people, your eye caught a flash of red. Wanda had returned from upstairs and was on the dance floor conversing with some friends. Feeling like you were in a trance, you couldn’t take your eyes off the older girl.

Wanda was wearing a black lace body suit tucked into a simple pair of blue skinny jeans, her entire outfit hugging the curves of her body perfectly. Seeing Wanda in her natural element, surrounded by her friends, letting her hair down, you could feel your crush growing stronger by the second.

“Why don’t you go over and talk to her?” Natasha leaned over to whisper in your ear so you could hear her over the music.

“What?” you snapped out of your thoughts and turned towards her.

“Wanda,” she emphasized, wiggling her eyebrows before nudging your hip with hers. “Go over and talk to her.”

“I can’t,” you shook your head, as you looked down, suddenly finding your shoes the most interesting thing to look at. “How am I supposed to start a conversation with her? What would I even say?”

“Looks like you may not have to,” Nat smirked behind her cup, as she took a sip.

While you had been watching her, Wanda felt your gaze on her, stealing glances towards you out of the corner of her eye. She bit back a smile, giddy that you’d decided to show up tonight. But when she turned your way, Wanda’s mood soured.

You and Natasha were standing close together, whispering in each other’s ears. Wanda couldn’t stop the jealousy bubbling up in her chest, as she saw you nervously duck your head at something the redhead said.

Deciding to do something about it, she made a beeline for you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Wanda flashed you a wide smile, causing your cheeks to flush, before narrowing her eyes at Natasha. “Nat.”

“Hey, Maximoff,” Natasha gave her a slight nod. “What’s up?”

“Carol needs your help with the new pledges,” Wanda directed, leaving no room for questions.

“Really?” Nat tilted her head with a frown. “Last time I talked to her, she said she had it all under—,”

Before Natasha could finish, Wanda raised her eyes at the protest and interrupted, “I said you needed to go help her.”

The authority in Wanda’s voice sent a flush of warmth throughout your entire body, pooling in your lower stomach. You watched as Natasha pursed her lips and nodded before leaving to find Carol.

“So, (Y/N),” Wanda’s demeanor softening, as she turned back to you, “I’m really glad you decided to come tonight.”

“Yeah, me too,” you offered her a nervous smile, as you bit your bottom lip. “You really know how to throw a party.”

Wanda beamed at your compliment before she caught a glimpse of the red leather jacket around your shoulders. Reminded of the way you were interacting with Natasha earlier, she frowned.

“Do you hate me or something?” Wanda huffed. “Like I know I can be kinda bitchy sometimes, but I’ve never been mean or rude to you.”

“I know..I know you haven’t, Wanda,” you stuttered, a wave of embarrassment washing over you, as you pushed back the tears that began to sting your eyes. “And I don’t hate you. At all.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?” Wanda’s frustration, insecurity, and nerves all bubbling over. “I was the one who invited to you and you’re not even gonna talk to me?”

At that point, the sorority president’s voice had been getting increasingly louder, drawing the attention of the rest of the party. Feeling everyone’s eyes on you, you cower in on yourself, unable to formulate words, Wanda’s green orbs still burning you.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” Natasha pushed through the crowd, placing a reassuring hand on your lower back, effectively upsetting Wanda even further.

“Nothing, Romanoff,” Wanda dismissed the redhead, her eyes still locked on you, completely blinded by jealousy.

Natasha only needed one glance at you to tell that you were about to cry. This was not how this was supposed to go at all, she thought to herself. Feeling a protective surge over you, Natasha moved slightly in front of you.

“Wanda, why don’t you calm down and we can talk about this outside?” she suggested. “You’re causing a scene.”

“Just stay out of this, Nat,” Wanda snapped before addressing you again. “So are you gonna say something or just keep avoiding me?”

That was what broke the dam, as the tears that were pooled in your eyes had finally spilled over. Unable to keep it together any longer, cracking under Wanda’s gaze and the peering eyes of everyone else, you pushed past both Natasha and Wanda and ran up the stairs. You headed straight for Natasha’s room, the only thing you knew how to find in this house, and slammed the door behind you.

You felt humiliated. First, Wanda thought you hated her, and then she yelled at you in front of your friends and the entire party. If you had any hope of Wanda returning your feelings, you could now throw that out the door.

After you fled, Natasha glared at Wanda, who’d be six feet under if looks could kill. “I will deal with you later.”

As the redhead chased up the stairs after you, Wanda ran her hands through her hair, frustrated with herself. The party resumed, most of the people too drunk to have an attention span longer than a few minutes, and Wanda took a moment to calm herself.

“What the hell were you thinking, Maximoff,” she cursed at herself, rubbing her temples and taking a few deep breaths. “I gotta talk to her. I have to apologize.”

Wanda ran up the stairs, following wherever Natasha went, desperate to talk to you and explain herself.

“(Y/N), open up,” Natasha knocked on her own room, knowing you were in there. “Come on, (Y/N/N), it’s just me.”

When she was only met with silence, Natasha jiggled the door handle, groaning when she found it was locked.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry,” Wanda shouted, panting as she ran up to the door.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Wanda?” Natasha whipped around so fast that Wanda stumbled backwards. “Get out of here and leave her alone.”

“What the hell, Romanoff. Just let me talk to her,” Wanda pleaded.

“Why? So you can yell at her again?”

Wanda huffed, rolling her eyes frustratedly. “No, I just want to explain myself. I need to apologize.”

The redhead eyed her with a knowing look. Natasha not only knew about your crush on Wanda, but she also knew the sorority president was harboring feelings of her own. Knowing all Wanda needed was a little nudge, Natasha decided to give her the push.

“Why do you even care so much, Wanda?”

“Because I love her!” Wanda burst, throwing her hands in the air exasperatedly.

Right at that moment, hearing all the commotion out in the hallway, you swung open the door, “You what?”

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gyuhanniescarat · 6 months

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Mr. Perfect Face (fall-ing for you collab) | Wen Junhui | [teaser]

: ̗̀➛ summary: Not being one to indulge in the party life, you indeed know of the campus heartthrob and infamous frat boy Wen Junhui, but you don't know who Wen Junhui is. So, when your best friend and her sorority sister bring you along to a mixer, you're in for quite a treat when the most popular, stunning guy on campus with the perfect face and body appears to show a keen interest in you.

: ̗̀➛ pairing: fuckboy!junhui x naïve!virgin!fem!reader

: ̗̀➛ genre: suggestive (minors dni! — If you're not 18+, then see yourself to the door n let it kick you), university!au, goofy comedy, cheesy fluff, subtle flirting, non-mutual pining, slow burn

: ̗̀➛ rating: (M) 18+

: ̗̀➛ teaser warnings: frat and sorority life, loads of stereotypical fall time college activities, mentions of drinking/ alcohol consumption. any names of other idols are considered to be OC's/ face claims. (this teaser is actually vv mid, but eventual smut is to be easily expected)

: ̗̀➛ teaser wc: 1.7k (and some change — i was feeling rather generous)

💌 MESSAGE FROM JESSI: heyyyy yah cutie pie luvvies! this is my FIRST time writing a series, and my return to writing on kpopblr after 8 months!! forgive me if this whole thing turns out to be cringe... but my writing skills are a lil bit rusty. i've been crafting this one for a lil while now, so i'm really feeling hopeful about showing y'all this series.

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: ̗̀➛ this series is in conjunction with the @svthub fall-ing for you collab. if you are interested in reading the other fics which are apart of this fall collab (please do, my besties have created some amazing work) i will leave the full collab masterlist here.

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: ̗̀➛ enjoy a little snippet of what's to come in part 1, under the cut

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“Ohh… come on, babe! It's just a friday night party. Please. Come on girlie. You need to get out of the dorms for once and live a little.” Your best friend and roommate says, trying to get you to go along with her new greatest plan.

It's only been around 2 months since the Fall semester began, and yet your best friend is already nagging you about your social life, or lack thereof. When you entered college, you’d been determined to get through the 4 years of your undergrad quietly, although that has most definitely not been the case. As a result of a few monstrous professors and their power hungry whack-ass policies, here you are, a 22 year old English major still sluggishly trying to finish your program and find your way into the “real world”.

“Just a ‘friday night party’? Really. You really think I'm gonna buy into that, Yuyu? When is it ever just a 'friday night party'? Be honest with yourself.” You scoff, slightly bitter to the out of the blue suggestion your best friend is implying.

See that's the thing. It's not like you're a fun hater or something, but despite your lifelong friendship with Yunjin, the one thing you don't understand is why showing up at some dumb ass frat and sorority party is so important to a young woman's social life.

“I'm being so serious about this, babe. It's just a little mixer. We can leave at any point if you're not enjoying it. But, I promise I won't even leave your side once. And I'm sure Zuha will stick right by your side too. Right, Zu?” Yunjin coos, eyes silently exchanging thoughts with her sorority sister standing in the corner. “Ohh… y-yeah, yeah… totally.” Kazuha slightly awkwardly replies.

When the two of you ventured off to college, Yunjin joined the Gamma Phi Beta sorority in her freshman year. She had initially tried to encourage you to rush with her during that very first Fall semester. But being raised by your rather strict parents who had always discouraged you from ever engaging in the party lifestyle, you had grown up to become a simple girl. So, upon your entrance to university, you elected to stick to extracurriculars befitting of an English major.

While on the other hand, Yunjin found herself assimilating into Greek life quite easily and possibly far too quickly. All the parties, activities, charity events, alumni dinners, and the found sisterhood encapsulated this new chapter of her life. And this part of her life is how the two of you came to welcome Kazuha into your inner circle.

“I-i don't know, Yuyu. You're just so freaking used to going to parties and stuff now, but I… I'm not really sure that I can fit into the party lifestyle now after a life of being the ‘goody goody’. What would people back home say of me? How would my mom and dad react to the idea of me, their shy, sweet daughter going to a party where alcohol is involved?” You ramble on, anxiety and hesitation settling into your bones.

“Yes, you can. You can totally fit into the party lifestyle, because you got me. And as your best friend since the diaper days, I'm not gonna let you just live life as a ‘WHO’S that girl’. Nah, my babe, people should be looking at you and wondering ‘who’s THAT girl'. It's our college years now!” Yunjin counters, emphasizing her desire to see you start thriving in your young adult life, “And who cares what your parents or anyone back home thinks of you. It's YOUR life and you should live it the way you want.”

Should you? Yunjin has a point. You are an adult now, and your decisions are now your decisions. It would be nice to dip your toes into a life you’ve never known and finally experience what all the other girls your age have long been doing.

“I- Yuyu, you and Zuha are the popular sorority girls and pretty artistic major girls. I wouldn't even know where to begin. I mean look at me... I’m just some plain non-attractive girl that's an English major. What would I do at a party?” You ponder, sighing as you significantly degrade your worth in the process.

“Y/n, what are you talking about? I will not have my bestie slander herself like that. Nuh uh. No self-deprecating, only self-love and positive vibes allowed in this space right now, babe.” Yunjin lightly scolds, walking over from her bed on the other side of the room and sitting down beside you. “Now, we are going to go out, enjoy a little partying, maybe some flirting with hot guys, and live our best lives, okay? Because we're young, and besides, don't you wanna be able to look back on your 20s and say you have no regrets?” Yunjin tries to reason with you, grabbing your hands as she graces you with her signature pout.

Returning her pleading pout with an angry, grimacing pout and dagger eyes, you snappingly respond, “B-but why? Huh? WHY?! What exactly have you got up your mischievous sleeve, Yuyu? Why do you want me to go to a fucking frat and sorority party so bad? Tell me. I'm not even a sorority member. What? Have you forgotten all the party horror stories you used to share back in our teens? And don't you remember what happened at the blacklight party in the middle of junior year? I was so fucking flustered and inexperienced with boys that I vomited on Sunghoon’s shoes.”

“Yeah, I know babe. But that was high school.” Yunjin interjects. Sure. It was a horrific high school memory that still haunts you to this day. “Yuyu, that was the most embarrassing moment of my entire life thus far. Give me one good reason. Just one good reason why I should go with you and Zuha to the graffiti party tonight. Why should I get all dolled up just to end up spending my Friday night at some dumb ass frat house with you, getting caught up in a sea of sweaty, wild, drunk-off-their-ass upperclassmen? What's so fun about putting in a copious effort to look cute and hot just to go home with some pretentious fuckboy frat bro?” You argue, laying back and squeezing the life out of your fluffy throw pillow.

Kazuha looks at Yunjin with a face full of confusion. “W-wait… you haven't told her yet, Jen? Junhui, he—” Kazuha questions, wondering why her ‘big’ sister hasn't explained the reason she's so determined to get you to the party. “Just tell Y/n about what Junhui said to you earlier outside the sorority house.”

Junhui? As in… Wen Junhui?! The most popular guy on campus. Wen Junhui, the biggest heartthrob of the Sigma Chi fraternity?! Wen Junhui, the charming performing arts major who everyone predicts could very well become an idol? THAT Junhui?

“Wen Junhui?! Wh-w… what did he say, Yuyu? Did he ask you to be his plus one to the graffiti party tonight?” You sputter in disbelief, words coming out almost like 100 miles per minute. Rather than respond to the onslaught of interrogative questions that's being thrown her way, Yunjin stands up and walks across the room, going towards her 'little' Kazuha. The two girls now silently exchange suspicious looks, as if they're having a conversation that you're not privy to hear.

Normally, you can pick up enough on the unspoken context and vibes from your best friend's facial expressions and body language. But, it seems at this very moment you can't even read your best friend of 15 years at all. What she's thinking about is beyond you at this point. Hell, now that you’ve linked her to Junhui, she could be in a string of deep thought contemplating all the discreet methods she could apply to freaking murder you in your sleep tonight, and you would have no damn clue.

“Ughh… Yes, bestie. That Junhui. The one and only Junhui in the Performing Arts program that's majoring in the departments of Practical Dance and Music. And no, you little brat! It wasn't me that he was asking about. Actually, funny enough, he wasn't even asking about any of the girls in the sorority at all.” Yunjin scoffs, arms folded and crossed over her chest, her hazel doe eyes narrowing as her piercing glare locks in on you.

“She's not lying, y/n. Jen really meant it when she said Junhui didn't ask her about any of the girls in our sorority.” Kazuha clarifies, embracing you by sitting down in the empty space on your bed and holding your hands out.

Still riddled with an overwhelming sense of shock and disbelief, your ever curious mind can't stop itself from asking the deepest burning question plaguing your current thought process, “So, i-if he wasn't looking to invite you, Yuyu, or one of the other girls in your guy's sorority… then, who… who was Junhui asking about?”

Over in the other corner, perched on her bed, back resting against the wall under the window, Yunjin snorts, her facial expressions hardening as her eyebrows snap together. The look she gives you is that of sarcasm. Suddenly, she reaches towards her nightstand and grabs her phone. Without a single word, but a very intimidating and compelling gaze in Kazuha's direction, Zuha scrambles to take the phone from Yunjin. Opening what appears to be kakaotalk chat logs, Kazuha moves closer to show you the screen.

“You. Fucking hell. It's you, y/n. Wen Junhui wasn't asking Jen or I about any of the sorority sisters. He asked both of us about you, y/n. Junhui personally inquired about you. He really really wants you to come to the graffiti party tonight, y/n.” Kazuha explains, passing the phone over to you.

You? Pfft. Yeah right. Not a chance. Wen Junhui asking about you? THE Wen Junhui asking Yunjin and Kazuha about you? If this is some kind of sick joke concocted by the older Gamma Phi Beta girls, you won't be forgiving at all.

“Wen Junhui… THE Wen Junhui asking not about someone else, Pfft. Nice try there, but that's the funniest shit i’ve ever heard. Come on, Yuyu. Seriously, Zuha? Wen Junhui personally asked you two about me going to a mixer when I've barely spoken more than two words to him in the span of a month. Yeah right.”

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sorapricots · 2 years

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Sleepyhead

Summary : Despite being so strong, you are a person who can fall asleep in a blink of an eye. One second you stay awake, and the next second you are out of the light. It can’t never stop amuse Bakugou.

Pair : Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : Surprisingly, none.

A/N : it’s surprisingly short. Maybe I should change this to a headcanon but idk I was kinda lazy to rewrite this again :’]

Wc : 440+

Sometimes being a student who enrolled to a hero school seems hard. And it is hard. It’s even harder when you are one of the UA student. The #1 Hero Academy in Japan.

Therefore, you, as a person and one of the student who have the potential to be the strong hero, are someone that your friends and family familiar as a sleepyhead.

The amount of time you fall asleep at random places, random times, and random moments are immaculate. Even your lover, Bakugou, is never stop being surprised with how fast you fall asleep. Even your friends said, in term of always falling asleep you are the rival of your homeroom teacher, Aizawa.

Every time someone asked about your sleeping habit, you always answered with how being a student in UA and your quirk drain your energy very easily. And people are amused with how strong you are despite always sleeping.

But of course, being a sleepyhead always have the downside of it. And one of them is how you always feel tired at the most crucial time. One time, you almost fall asleep at the sport festival.

When it’s time for you to fight Momo at the battle tournament, you somehow manage to fall asleep in the waiting room. Resulting you almost got disqualified. Thankfully, Bakugou manage to wake you in time.

But being disturbed in your sleep make you grumpy that somehow you manage to win against Momo. It made people surprised. And made Bakugou extremely proud and flabbergasted with the fact you went limp and go back to sleep. On the spot.

Another example is right now. You are in the middle of practice at the Ground Gamma against the top 3 UA. You, Bakugou, Kaminari and Kirishima were fighting against Tamaki.

He start back away and you let out a sigh before you suddenly feel so tired. You hold Bakugou’s bicep as a warning about your drowsiness, and in the same time you see Nejire come after him.

So with the last of energy you have, you scream at Kaminari and activating your quirk since you know Nejire was in your quirk range. Make the poor girl got sucked to the ground and Kaminari manage to knocked her with his quirk.

And after that you collapsed to the ground and sleep. Bakugou slowly move his head to your direction before he let out a surprised chuckled and remove one of his gauntlet. He then proceed to carefully pick you up and carry you with one arm while using his other arm to carry his gauntlet.

“Nice one sleepyhead.” He said as he walked with you softly snoring and unconsciously snuggled to his neck.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #my hero academia fluff #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bnha bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader

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lady-eris · 10 months

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Tw: Threats of making reader drink water? Sick reader, no gender specified for reader

Hope you guys enjoyed this, I was bored and I’ll be honest I love my shark androids : ), if this looks off I’m writing it on my phone.

Small humming could be heard through out the small room, with the occasional side of a creaking mattress. (Y/n) laid on the small (and slightly dirty) matress, wearing a thin Night piece, as sweat dripped down they’re (s/c) skin. On they’re stomach Gamma 1 head laid, as (y/n) fingers brush on his head, lightly grazing around his fins. Gamma 1 didn’t say anything, enjoying the silence that resonated through the room. He didn’t care, he just wanted to be with his Lemon shark. The floor creaked slightly under his weight, as he sat kneeled on the floor. One of his hands were wrapped around they’re waist, the other conjoined with their hand. It was cold.

“You’re sick” Gamma 2 announced, his bubbly personality becoming gloomy. He stood next to the door, like a guard dog. He hadn’t said much up until point. In fact he hadn’t said anything at all. He just watched. His eyes were like a predator, His gaze intense watching every second that passed. His stance was alert and protective. He was clearly alarmed and Was most likely paranoid. Gamma 1 tensed up, He knew they were sick, they had been unable to get out of bed for the past days, he thought they’d just get better. It wasn’t the case though.

“Sssshhh, come here” (y/n) said they’re voice wavering slightly. It was different, They’re clearly hadn’t drank in the last few days and it was affecting them. Gamma 2 walked over the the Dresser that was next to them and picked the cup of water up, and holding it for them to take.

“Drink it before I make you” Gamma 1 threatened, His grip on their hand becoming looser fully ready to do it. His human needed to get better after all. (Y/n) sighed taking the cup, as they drank the water before making a face. It tasted awful, how long was it sitting out? 2 hours? 4? What ever it was they hated the taste. But their throat did feel better so they were thankful for that, Their throat wasn’t as sore as it originally was.

Gamma 2 smiled taking the cup back from them and placing it on the Dresser, He’d have to replace the water. Leaning down he kissed them on the forehead. Before standing up to full height, and returning his place as the guard dog. His arms crossed over his chest as he watched at the door.

#gamma 1 x reader #gamma 2 x reader

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sirens-sanctuary · 11 months

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Deception

. Miguel Ohara x fem!reader

. FWC (final word count): 5619

. TW: Attempted suicide, violence, a small bit of angst, hating your parents?

. (this is gonna have multiple parts :3, and this is very much a slow build story sorrrry)

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There you were. Standing on the ledge of HQ, staring down at the ground below you.

The wind was blowing calmly through your hair, a soothing feeling.

You stood there, eyes shut just thinking. You breathed in calmly, and out shaking.

You want to feel something. Anything at all.

You heard him call out your name. Thats when you leaned forward and allowed yourself to fall, letting go of your worries, and the tinge of betrayal you felt.

You let yourself fall, not shooting out a web to catch yourself. You opened your eyes, seeing the ground get closer and closer to you, almost. As the wind rushed between your fingers, you began to think.

'Why am I here?'

You shut your eyes again, the ground so close, as if you could caress the pavement. Images surging through your mind, taking you back. Way back.

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[1 month prior]

"What do you mean I can't draw anymore money out? It's my money- is it not?" You asked the bank teller, annoyed that she won't help you.

"I'm sorry sweetie, but without you having some kind of steady income I can't draw out more money for you. I know this was left to you by your parents but the businesses that they had open aren't functioning anymore. I'm sorry I really am." The bank teller tells you regrettably, placing her hand on top of yours.

You flicked her hand off yours and looked down in your lap, "Okay, so you're saying if I get a job I can get more money out?"

"Yes-" You stood up before she could say anything else blurting out a 'thanks' and storming out of the bank.

You thought about how your parents screwed you up. You hated them with every part of your being.

They tested on you as a kid, shoving test tubes in and out of you, pricking you with needles, feeding you disgusting liquids and serums, hooking you up to machines and moniters.

They tested on you with spider venom and blood. Exposing you to dangerous amounts of radiation and gamma rays. As much as you tried not to think about the torture you went through as a kid, wishing you could only remember small bits and pieces. But unfortunately, you remember everything.

The testing they did on you gave you spider-like abilities. You could climb walls, shoot out webs from your wrist, made you extra sensitive to sounds, you could feel the vibrations of everyone walking and other things alike. Just something your parents cursed you with.

Your parents died. They were killed, probably pissed someone off. 'Deserved' You thought to yourself. After they died you had to live with your uncle Micheal and his shitty girlfriend Beth. Uncle Mike died too, you were more than upset. He was your rock and *poof* he was gone. His girlfriend moved on and wanted nothing to do with you, you were cool with that.

Dragging yourself from your thoughts you opened up the door to a diner. The sweet smell of buttercream pancakes and syrup flood your nose, the smell so strong you could almost taste the bacon.

You sat down at a booth and waited for a waitres to come up to you.

After about 5 minutes, a short blonde woman with a round face came up to you with a pen and pad.

"What can I getcha darling?" She had a sweet southern accent, surprising since you're in the north. Her name tag said, 'Donna' in pretty cursive writing.

"I'm uh- I'm actually wondering if I could get a job here?"

Her eyes widen slightly, but smiles softly.

"Yes of course sugar~ I'll be right back!"

You smile back at her and watches as she trails to the back of the diner.

As people begin to place their tips down and leave you realize how small and empty the place is.

The lady comes back with an equally as short and stubby man. A tall and lanky man comes out from the kitchen as well with a broom, he gives you a toothy grin.

'I'm gonna like it here.'

[2 weeks later]

You were wiping down tables and brushing crumbs on the floor. The lanky man you first met 2 weeks ago hands you a bottle of vinegar.

"Thanks Randy." You give Randall, or Randy as you like to call- him a smile when you grab the bottle from him. You spray small spurts on the table and wipe them down.

John; the stubby man from before, walks out from the kitchen and grabs a remote. He points the remote towards the small box tv in the corner of the diner and places his hands on his hips, flicking between channels before stopping on the news.

"Oh my god..." Donna says as she drops the broom on the floor and brings her hands to cover her mouth.

You flick your eyes up to the box tv, hearing everyone's cries coming from it. The sound of the news reporter being drowned out as you look at the villain on tv.

She's nothing you've ever seen before. She's different than the other villains you usually fight.

She was a tall, 7-8 feet. She was semi-reptile with dark green hair and piercing yellow eyes.She was scaling the side of the empire state...

It looked like she didn't belong here...

You snapped out of your trance and began to speak up.

"I uh I have to um go- I have to uh... i have a doctors appointment."

You began to rush towards your bag, the bag that has your spider suit in it.

"Johnny we should just tell her we know.." Donna says in a hushed voice.

You freeze in your tracks.

'They know? How do they know?' You weren't going to lie to them anymore. After these long two weeks Randy, Donna and John have become your...third family.

"H-how?" You say walking into the bathroom with your stuff. You slipped out of your work uniform quickly and put on your spider suit. You walk out the bathroom with your mask in hand looking at their faces.

"You leave at odd hours, or whenever someone is attacking the city," Randy speaks up giving you a somber look.

"I'm the one that brought up the bruises to everyone, wanted to make sure I wasn't the only one that saw them." John says chuckling a little to lighten the mood.

'I could've hidden those better' You think to yourself as you pull your mask on.

"Well. Guess it's out then. I'll be back, I always am."

You ran out of the diner, but looked back and waved before you slung out a web and pulled yourself away.

You swing from rooftop to rooftop, getting as close as you can to Empire state. You didn't even think as you swung yourself onto the building, scaling up the building faster than you ever have. The sounds of people screaming and glass breaking flooding your senses, your muscles screaming at you to stop climbing.

"HEY." You scream as you ram your foot into the reptiles face, barreling her inside the building.

"Who the fuck are you- what are you?"

"Fia." She growls her name at you as she lunges forward, gripping you in between her large hands.

You two are falling through the air, getting closer and closer to the ground.

You punch at Fia but she doesn't let go.

You begin to tear up, thinking this may be your last time alive. You claw and scratch at Fia but she doesn't let up, she smiles devilishly at you.

You shut your eyes.

You feel a strange warmth and light engulf you.

You hit the ground hard causing you to scream out.

You cough and roll over to your side, you peel your mask off and open your eyes taking in your surroundings.

'Where the hell am I..?'

You hear Fia yell, saying something along the lines of let me out. You turn over and see her stuck inside a red-like net and other...Spider-people? around her.

"Are you ok?"

You whip your head back around as you hear a husky voice beside you.

It's a man with sharp features and tan skin, hair slightly below his ears, he's..cute.

"What the fuck~" You slur and say with a confused look before falling back and passing out, everything fading to black...

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. A/N: AAHHHHHH OMG OMG I finally typed this out I was having a bit of trouble trying to figure out how this was going to work but I figured it out! i hope anyone that reads this enjoys. also, feel free to leave a request! I'll also be making a taglist soon, and pleasse leave feedback for me to improve or change thanks! <3

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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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WARDLOW X F/READER (18+)

Part 1

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Wardlow Masterlist ♡ Alternate Universe Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Unprotected sex.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif & 2nd gif @junglehooks 3rd @warinhisname 4th @archbishop-of-maxlow

WC 3923

David - Dax Harwood ☆ Daniel - Cash Wheeler ☆ Professor Sopp - Billy Gunn ☆ Will - Powerhouse Hobbs

Summary: f/Reader & Wardlow are both students at Ohio State, growing up together, but f/Reader can't stand the Frat Boy Wardlow, that is until she must help pass a class.

YN'S POV:

I am walking through the quad, on my way to a place I have yet to step foot in since I started at Ohio State a few years ago.

The Alpha Gamma Sigma house.

They are one of the nicer fraternities on campus, but I have stayed far away from the house because of one person and one person only.

Michael Wardlow.

A man who fully believes that he is above anyone on this earth. Even as children, people praised him for his athletic abilities. Teachers would make exceptions for him if a big game was coming up, and they would just pass him because they knew he would be the one to bring our school the win.

He never seemed to get in trouble for all the stupid pranks he pulled on me back in the day.

Like one time in Junior High, he filled my locker with shaving cream and ruined everything I had there. From my homework to my gym clothes, and yet, I was the one who got in trouble when I took a handful of shaving cream and shoved it in his face.

From that moment on, our teachers knew to keep us apart as all we did was bicker and fight. Once we entered high school, I had nothing to do with him.

I barely went to any football games as I was more concerned about keeping my grades up so I could get a full scholarship.

Which I did. I got a full scholarship to Ohio State that pays for everything. From my boarding to my books and supplies. I have kept my 4.0 GPA as having a full ride was the only way I could get into university.

I was so happy that I got the scholarship that when I found out that Michael also got a scholarship for football, I did not care in that moment and actually forgot that we were going to the same school, until I saw him on the first day of classes.

I froze when I saw him, and all he did was smile and wave at me, making sure to wink at me to just piss me off even more.

I continued on the unfamiliar path towards the Alpha Gamma Sigma house, replaying the words of Professor Sopp over in my head.

"YN, I know the history between you and Mr Wardlow, but you have the highest grade in my class, and he needs a tutor to help him with the exams."

And even though I loathe the man, I could never see someone failing just because I hate them, so I said yes to helping the Frat Boy, but as I saw the Alpha Gamma Sigma house come into view, I was slowly starting to regret it.

But I held my head up high, and I rang the doorbell, waiting for one of them to come to the door.

I heard someone yell out that they were coming and the door opened to the smiling face that is Daniel Wheeler.

"Well, isn't this a suprise. What can I do for you, YN?"

"I am looking for Michael."

Before Daniel could answer, a new voice piped up, "You will have to be more specific, YN." David Harwood said.

"Wardlow."

The two Frat Boys glanced at one another, silently communicating, and then they looked back at me.

"He is busy right now," Daniel said.

"I don't care what or whom he is doing. Just tell him I need to see him. It deals with kinesiology."

Daniel went off to find Michael, and David leaned against the doorframe as we had polite conversation.

"So how is Maria doing?"

"Maria is doing good. Talking about coming to your party this weekend."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but she isn't sure. Maybe you should text her or talk to her and see what she says. Maybe convince her to come."

"Yeah, yeah, I will do that."

The two of them have been dancing around one another for ages now, and they just need a push in the right direction. They have been on a few dates, but they keep going around in circles for some odd reason.

Our conversation died down once Daniel and Michael came around the corner, and I had to mentally slap myself as I stared at Michael's sweaty chest.

He may be a douche, but the man is built, and I do have eyes.

"What can I do for you, LN?" Daniel and David left the two of us alone, but I am pretty sure the two of them are just around the corner, listening in on our conversation.

"Professor Sopp asked me to help you to study."

"And you agreed to help me? Why? What is in it for you?"

"I may be a bitch but when I am asked to help someone so they don't fail a class, I will."

"Okay, well thanks. When do you want to do this?"

"Tomorrow. Meet me in the library at 6. Don't be late," He agreed to meet me at the library the next day.

Once the door was closed, I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, wondering what the hell I am getting myself into.

WARDLOW'S POV:

I was working out in the fraternities gym when Daniel came to get me. I was halfway through my set, barely paying attention until he said something strange.

"Who did you say was here looking for me?"

A smirk came over his face as he repeated her name again, YN LN.

"You have to be shitting me?" All he did was shake his head and said she was there to discuss Kinesiology.

But that asshole couldn't keep the smirk off of his face. He knew how I felt about her. One time, when I had a bit too much to drink, I told him about how much I like her and have ever since I pulled on her pigtails all the way back in the first grade.

I still didn't believe him as the two of us walked to the front door and saw David and her talking.

My two Vice-presidents left YN and I alone, but knowing those assholes, they were around the corner.

As I listened to YN explain why she was there, it dawned on me that I could use this time together to show her I am just not some asshole.

I agreed to meet her in the library, and I closed the door. Now, I am mentally trying to prepare myself for the next day.

♥︎

The only word that was going through my head right now as I ran through towards the library was, 'fuck.'

It was 6:45 and I know YN is probably long gone from the library. People moved out of my way, not wanting to be run over by me.

I slowed down once the building came into view, and I came to a stop just before the doors to fix myself up, but Maria walked out, almost walking right into me.

"Oh hey Mike. Are you okay?"

I muttered yes and then went to walk by her, but she placed her hand on my arm to stop me. "She left about 20 minutes ago. Got sick of waiting for you."

I cursed under my breath. "Did you not bother to message her to say practice ran late?"

"I don't have her number."

"Come with me. I know where she is." Maria walked past me, and I quickly followed her, wondering why she was even helping me.

The two of us made small talk as we walked to where YN may be. I knew of Maria. We had a few classes throughout the years, and David is madly in love with her.

I saw that we were near Raney House, and even though I have spent many nights here, I had no idea YN even lived her.

I know Maria lived here as well, but I know she has a single room. "Does YN know we are coming?" She was already angry with me, and I didn't need another excuse for her to even more angry with me.

"She knows I am coming, but if I even mentioned you, well, you can imagine how that would have turned out." She said to me as we stepped onto the elevator.

I took note of the floor she pressed and the door number once we got to the floor. Maria knocked on the door, and we waited for YN to answer.

YN opened the door with a smile on her face, and then a scowl came across it the moment she saw that Maria wasn't alone.

"What is he doing here?" YN practically spat out as she glared at her friend.

"Football practice ran long for him, and he had no way of reaching you. I saw him running towards the library. YN. Maybe you two should exchange numbers just in case this happens again."

"I am not helping you today." She finally looked at me instead of Maria.

"YN, you two have a test coming up. Do not put this off just because you are mad at him. He needs to pass, or he can't play football."

"Fine. Shoes off Frat Boy."

I mouthed thank you to Maria as YN turned and walked into her dorm, leaving me to close the door.

"You owe me, Mike." Was all Maria whispered to me. I really did.

♥︎

I went back to here place every day to study. We tried the library, but people kept coming up and talking to me, and like the people pleaser I am, I couldn't help but talk to them, but this seemed to work out for the best.

The first test I took after YN started to help me, I barely just passed, but my grade was higher than the one I got previously, so I called that a win.

"Why don't we take a break?" YN could clearly tell I was getting frustrated with this new topic. The one I have been dreading, Pathophysiology.

"Thank God," I practically slammed my textbook shut.

"You want a drink?"

"Just water, please." YN got us both a glass of water, and she let me calm down.

"You know this stuff, Mike." YN said after a few minutes of silence.

"It is just all the technical terms and shit. I know I know this stuff. It just comes to writing the tests."

"Maybe we have to figure out how to get you to relax during the tests. You psych yourself out. I know you could have gotten a better grade on the last test."

"I don't even know why I even took this course."

"Now that is a lie. You have had your whole life planned out since we were kids."

YN was right. I always knew I wanted to play football, but I wanted to have a fallback just in case.

"What made you take this course?"

YN'S POV:

"Remember my Grandpa?"

"Yeah, one of the original Cincinnati Bengals."

"He got hurt during practice one day, I mean really hurt. They really didn't have the medicine they do now, and they thought he had a minor concussion."

That was the story that was put out to the media.

"So after a short time off and a bit of basic rehab, he went back out to play, but his brain injury got worse and worse. He died from chronic traumatic encephalopathy. That is what the autopsy said. I want to help football players with their injuries. That is why I got into this, so that way I can work in or open my own Kinesiology based Rehabilitation Centre."

"Oh." Was all Mike could say.

"Yeah, when he knew something wasn't right with him after he retired, he stayed home, not wanting his fans or even his family really to see him when the aggression was at its peak. He had other symptoms, too, like impulse control problems, memory loss, depression and anxiety, but the aggression is what really got to him as he wasn't that type of guy," I trailed off, hoping now we would can get back to studying.

"How about we call it a night and go and have some fun."

"Got a date or something, Mike?" I saw him roll his eyes at me.

"No, but there is a party at my place tonight. Come on, YN, it is Friday night, and we are studying. Let loose a little."

"Oh yeah, cause watching a bunch of Frat Boys and their groupies get drunk sounds like fun." I snorted.

"Why do you have to be such a kill joy? Fine, stay here, I was just trying to help." I watched as Mike grabbed his books and shoved them into his backpack.

I didn't say anything as he left my dorm. Why would I? It's not like he actually wants me there.

♥︎

Mike called and cancelled the studying session for the next day. I figured he would, knowing him he probably has some girl in his bed and / or is too hungover to try and study.

So I did what I usually do on Saturdays, which is clean, shop, and relax after a stressful week of school now dealing with a Frat Boy who is just trying to slide by in class.

But as I opened the door, I was stunned to see his two friends standing there, one ready to knock on the door.

"And how can I help you, gentlemen, and how did you know where I live?" My eyes narrowed when I saw Maria step out from behind David.

"You really gotta stop telling people where I live, Maria."

"I know, but they need your help."

"My help?" I looked between Daniel and David.

"It is Mike. He hasn't come out of his room since he got home last night. Not even for the party, and he isn't opening his door."

"And what makes you think I can help David?"

"You were the last one with him, and for some reason, he listens to you." Daniel cut in.

"Fine. I'll deal with him."

♥︎

I found myself deep in the heart of Alpha Gamma Sigma house. Looking at the men watching me as I knocked on their Presidents door.

"Go away, Daniel."

"It isn't Daniel."

I heard no noise, and then the door was open, and there he was, his hair a mess, no shirt and grey sweatpants on, and no socks.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well," I pointed behind me, and Mike stuck his head out and looked up and down the hall, "your two friends got worried about you. My best friend brought them to me."

He hesitated for a moment and then stepped aside. I walked into his room as he closed the door behind me.

"What is the problem, Mike?" I asked him as he sat on his bed.

"Nothing."

"I don't think that is true. I was told that you didn't go to the party last night. That you just stayed in your room."

"I had stuff to think about."

"And that is?"

"It isn't your concern now, is it YN?"

"I was asked to come here, Mike. You and the rest of your Frat Boys are wasting my time." I could feel myself getting angry, and I saw the anger in his eyes as he finally looked at me.

"Is that all I am to you? Huh? Some fucking Frat Boy who only thinks with his dick?"

"Oh please Mike, the minute you aren't thinking about football, you are thinking about your next lay."

"It isn't true YN. Yeah, I have fun and get laid, so what? I am the star football player, and I am the president of my Frat House. It is gonna happen."

"You have coasted by in your life. Never getting into shit for the shit you have pulled, just because you are good at some game."

"How the hell are you helping me right now? You need to leave YN."

"I am happy too. Oh, find someone else to help you study."

I swung the door open, and it bounced off the wall. I heard Mike yell at me, but I ignored him as I stomped out of his room and past his housemates like a brat.

I walked past Daniel and then took a few steps back, so I was standing in front of him. I jabbed my finger into his chest as I spoke, "Leave me the fuck alone. I am through with helping him. Good luck at the next game if he doesn't pass the test."

♥︎

He didn't pass the test.

He didn't pass the makeup test that Professor Sopp nicely gave him.

From what I know, he just failed, a few more correct answers, and he would have passed the test.

"YN, you are the only one who can help him with this." Maria tried to say to me.

"People need to stop giving into him. He gets whatever he wants, well it is time he learns that not everything can go is way." I said to her as I walked away from her. People were glaring at me, knowing I was the reason why Mike couldn't play.

"He is going to lose his scholarship, YN." That made me stop. I looked at the ground, fighting an inner battle with myself.

"They wouldn't cut him off with him almost being done school." I turned around and looked at her.

"His scholarship is football. He doesn't play. He loses it."

Fuck.

WARDLOW'S POV:

David, Daniel, Dante, and Darius, two of the younger members, were trying to help me study, but nothing, and I mean nothing was helping.

They have no idea what any of this stuff is, and them mumbling under their breaths is not helping me.

I was so focused on trying to study whatever was on the page that I didn't even hear someone knock on my open door.

"Oh, thank God, YN." I looked up at David's voice.

"I see that you need some help."

"You came back." It wasn't a question, just a fact.

"Yeah, guys, may we be left alone?"

The four of them practically ran from the room, David and Daniel kissing her on her cheeks on the way out, slamming the door behind them.

"Before we start, I want to apologise for everything." I was too stunned to speak.

"I know you are smart, and you just don't think with your dick. I am sorry.

"I am more than just a Frat Boy, YN. You seem to forget that."

"I know. I have to let go of the past between us so that way you pass this class and don't lose your scholarship."

I watched as she held her hand out, "Hi, my name is YN."

"Mike."

We are now starting fresh.

♥︎

YN stayed with me and helped me study. I passed with the best grade I have gotten so far in the class, but we didn't stop there.

She helped me with the midterms, and I passed those with amazing grades. So much so that they thought I actually cheated.

YN made sure to inform our professors that she was helping me study.

I finally got her to come to one of our parties after coming back from the holidays and it is a big may be is she does.

It took a lot of convincing for her to come, and I was practically on my knees.

"Come on, YN. This is one of the last big parties before we really crack down on the end of year stuff. Please."

"Fine, but,"

I didn't even let her finish, I picked her up in my arms in a bone crushing hug. "Can't....breathe," I loosed my grip but didn't put her on the ground. Our faces were close together.

I waited for her to pull back, but she didn't. YN was staring at my lips, and I just decided to go for it. Just as our lips were about to touch, her phone went off. The two of us sprung apart, and she quickly grabbed her phone.

I keep wondering if we would have kissed or not. I wonder if she would have slapped me or if it would have gone further.

"You have been looking into the mirror for the past two minutes." I turned my head and saw the woman that has haunted my dreams ever since we were children.

"Just trying to decide what I should do with my hair." Was the first stupid thing that I blurted out as I sat on my bed.

"You don't have much ever since you cut it." She said as she walked closer to me.

"I still want to look good, YN."

"You always look good, Mike." I saw her eyes widen as well. I don't think she meant to say that.

The air in the room felt thick as she stood between close to me, as she tried to do something with me hair.

I tried to focus on anything but her breasts that were in my face. "There, perfect." She went to drop her hands, but I caught one and held onto it.

"Mike, what are you doing?"

"YN, I am...what I mean to say is," but we were interrupted by Will.

"Hey Mike, Dante got caught in the library with his girl."

"Fucking kids man," I muttered under my breath as I let go of YN's hand.

"Thanks, Will," I said to him as I also narrowed my eyes at him as well. I could see his eyes looking YN up and down.

"Hey YN, if you ever want to meet up."

"She is taken Will. Go and be with your girl." I quickly said as I stood up and in front of YN, trying to block her from him. All he did was chuckle and walk away.

Will and I aren't exactly friends. We play football and are fraternity brothers, but we don't go out of our way to hang out with one another.

"Taken? I am no one's property, Mike." I could hear the anger in her voice as I turned to look at her.

"I know that, but I know how some of these guys are. They would try to get with you."

"So?"

"Look, YN, I am just trying to look out for you."

"I don't need you too, Mike. I can take care of myself, I have been doing a fine," I cut her off by crashing my lips against hers. I expected her to pull back and slap me, but she wrapped her arms around me.

I placed my hands under her ass and lifted her as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

The next thing I knew, the two of us were in my bed, naked. YN on her knees, ass up in the air as I slammed into her. The two of us moaning as I fucked her. She turned her head so she was facing the mirror, and I almost came from the looked on her face. Her mouth opened, letting out little moans. Her coming all over my cock and I was just about to finish, when she opened her mouth to let out a scream.

But it was just my damn alarm that woke me up.

I woke up with a start, groaning at the feeling of my come soaked boxers.

This is going to be a very long day.

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I posted 5,207 times in 2022

That's 2,902 more posts than 2021!

1,589 posts created (31%)

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I tagged 3,423 of my posts in 2022

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#tiff answers - 1,137 posts

#ask game - 341 posts

#tiff talks - 258 posts

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#anon - 189 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

undrunk

summary: your friends with benefits situation with bucky takes a turn that could break your heart

pairing: frat!bucky x reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: ANGST, explicit language, consumption of alcohol, implied smut, mention of previous cheating (not bucky), reader may have a slight drinking problem, bad rebounds, one (1) game of spin the bottle, bucky is kind of a dick but also reader is kind of crazy, slightly toxic but it works out in the end, like the tiniest bit of fluff (if you squint). loosely based on undrunk by fletcher

a/n: here she is, the long awaited frat!bucky. i hope this was worth the wait, and everyone enjoys the happy ending i tried to do. if you like this please make sure to reblog and comment - i appreciate every single one!!

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You were woken up by the click of your bedroom closing, and the soft sound of padded feet through your hallway and out the front door. You squeezed your eyes tight, willing the tears not to come as you rolled over and checked the time. 5am. At least he was consistent.

It was stupid - you were stupid - to let this happen again. Bucky had broken your heart enough times that you should know better by now. But you never learn.

You guessed you couldn’t really blame him. He had made it clear to you from the very first night that he wasn’t interested in a relationship. That it would only ever be sex. Of course, when you’re half drunk and desperate for him to just fuck you already, you agree to anything. No one could blame you for a one night mistake.

No, the real pain came from the months after. The 1am texts and the secret touches. Because with those came the silly pictures and the late night talks as he laid in your bed. With it came the desperate want for more. Even when you knew it wasn’t possible.

So you laid in bed, staring at the ceiling as the tears streamed down your face, knowing you had no one to blame but yourself.

Despite the ache in your chest, there was one thing you could never say no to: a party. Maybe you should learn to stay away from them, considering that’s how you ended up in Bucky’s bed in the first place, but you just couldn’t; there was nothing like the sweet release of drinking your pain away.

At the very least, you could stay away from Bucky’s frat house. Or that’s what you told yourself.

Somehow, though, you ended up in the basement of the Phi Gamma Delta house, even though you specifically told Wanda not to let you anywhere near Fiji tonight. Not after your conversation with Bucky a few days ago.

Not after he had accidentally stayed the night, and you thought it meant more. Not after you had asked him to go to breakfast and he practically sprinted for the door.

But you hadn’t seen him yet, so that was a plus. There was always a chance he had skipped out on the festivities for the night. Maybe he had gone home to Brooklyn for the weekend, or maybe he was upstairs in his room and you could just -

Your thoughts were cut off by the cheers of the group of people around you, and you turned to see Sam in the middle finishing off a handle of vodka. In your experience, that could only mean one thing.

“Let’s play spin the bottle!” Sam shouted as the last burn of the liquor coursed through him. Having no reason to say no, you made room for yourself in the circle and patiently waited your turn.

Sam gave a dramatic look around the room, before spinning the bottle with a twist of his wrist. Everyone watched as the glass slowed, anxious to see who the first person to kiss the frat president would be tonight. To your surprise, the bottle came to a slow stop on you.

You looked up with slightly panicked eyes. Even in your inebriated state, you could recognize that kissing one of Bucky’s brothers probably wasn’t the greatest idea. But then you remembered the look of absolute terror on his face at the mention of more. And Sam was moving across the circle to you, and Steve - Bucky’s best friend - wasn’t saying anything and so you came to the conclusion that you did with most things: fuck it.

When Sam’s warm lips met yours, you felt… nothing. No spark, nothing beyond acknowledging he was a good kisser. It lasted less than 10 seconds before you were pulling away and spinning the bottle yourself.

Which is how you ended up kissing half the people at the party: Peter - everyone’s favorite pledge, Natasha - your chemistry lab partner, and Scott - who you had never met before but was as funny as he was a good kisser, just to name a few.

The game continued until it dwindled down to a handful of people and you switched to another drinking game. One which you were losing terribly and it showed in your glassy eyes and drunken babble.

The last thing you remembered was the feel of strong hands on your hips, the soft plush of a mattress, and an ache between your thighs.

A beam of sunlight burned across your face, enunciating the raging headache you had after going to bed without Advil or an acceptable amount of water. You could have sworn you closed your blinds, but figured you must have opened them up at some point during the day before.

It wasn’t until you reached for the bottle of water you usually kept on your nightstand and grasped air instead that you realized you were, in fact, not in your own bed.

You shot up before groaning at the rush of dizziness to your head. Slowly, you blinked until the room came into focus, and assessed the damage of your night.

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my hand to yours

summary: you're a lot smaller than ari - everyone is - good thing he likes that

pairing: ari levinson x fem!reader

word count: 383

warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, implied smut, ari is a sex god

a/n: here is day 6 of my valentine's blurbs with the prompt comparing hand sizes

i know i said i was taking a break but i had already started this and it honestly makes my stomach hurt to think about putting all this effort into my own challenge and not following through with it. even if i am taking a step back from interacting as much, i don't want to stifle my creativity but not writing when i feel the motivation. i hope you all can understand <3

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“I could totally handle you,” you huffed as you rolled off Ari, offended by his comment that you should keep taking it slow because you can’t take it all, baby.

“No, sweet girl, I think you’re overestimating yourself here. Look how big I am compared to you.” He delicately took on your hands in his, showcasing that, yes, you were quite small. Your entire hand barely covered the palm of his own.

“You’re so cute when you pout, baby.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and pulled you so you were spooning - your back molded against his front. You could feel his lingering hardness pressing into you, so you shifted against him, eliciting a deep groan. “Baby…”

“What is it, Ari? I’m trying to go to sleep.” You were glad you were facing away from him so he couldn't see the shit eating grin on your face.

“Now don’t be mean, pretty girl.” The deep timbre of his voice caused a chill to run down your spine, the tingle going straight to your core. “I’d hate to have to punish that pretty pussy.”

You gasped as he flipped you over on the bed, his hands running down your sides until he snapped the waistband of your panties against your skin. He propped himself up on one elbow, using the other hand to push his boxer briefs down, letting his member free to slap against his abs.

“You still think you can handle me?” He teased as you hovered over you, his cock pressed to your stomach, showing you just how far he would split you open. You moaned pathetically, bucking your hips up, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Fuck, Ari.” Your hands wandered the wide expanse of his back, settling on his ass and trying to push him against you. He harshly grinded his hips against yours once, causing your eyes to roll back at the feeling of him against your clothed heat. “Fuck me, please.”

At your words, he pulled back abruptly, tsking as he gently caressed your body. He settled back on his haunches as he watched you squirm against his touch, finally spreading your legs wide and pulling your panties to the side.

“Be patient, sweetheart, if you wanna take me we’re gonna have to do some work.”

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only the two of us

summary: stuck together, you and bucky find yourselves in an unfortunate position (or maybe not)

pairing: tfatws!bucky x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: dubcon (very much consensual but it's sex pollen so yk just being safe), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, pining bucky (just a little), one computer was harmed in the writing of this fic

a/n: here is my next prompt: sex pollen with tfatws!bucky. i really liked writing this one! i'm sorry i haven't posted hardly any prompts but i'm trying not to pressure myself. please reblog and comment so i know you liked it!

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My #1 post of 2022

sweet like honey

summary: you have a thing for bucky's height. he just might have a thing for all of you

pairing: neighbor!bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: modern au, smut (unprotected sex, pull out method, fingering), voyeurism but also not really?, size difference, bucky has BDE, bucky is BDE, bucky is also tall as a motherfucker, excessive use of the word honey, lesbian nat and wanda as always, fayth if you're reading this i'm sorry in advance

a/n: here's the next prompt of my kinktober! i've actually had the time the past couple days to write and and motivation is high so i'm so happy to share this with y'all! please make sure to reblog and comment if you enjoyed this. every single one means the world to me

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